At the Parliament of World Religions
Our cast and crew for “Many Mothers, Many Fathers,” were just entering the Room Festival Stage, a two hundred seat area, when the female speaker on the stage spoke of how her mother had her listen to George Harrison. Yes indeed she did. “I grew up hearing ‘My Sweet Lord.’” She also mentioned that she believes Krishna to be Supreme.
The timing couldn’t have been better. It inspired us.
The performance rolled out well. Tears did too—from the audience.
I decided to walk back home, to take in non-people air—the Convention Centre was full of people—and admire brilliance in the form of autumn leaves. Yes, this excites me. I didn’t meet an acquaintance of any kind. Oops! I did bump into a fine devotee, Yamuna Jivana, from India. He was waiting for a bus to go to the temple. I convinced him to walk with me.
For some people having a monk next to them is a treat. Yamuna Jivana was a good sport, because as we met, I received a call from Vancouver, and thus couldn’t give him any attention. It was a call for help. The person’s pet had just died, leaving him very depressed. He performed all the procedures to help his dog pass on devotionally. It involved chanting to the dog before he left.
“That chanting,” I explained, “did a world of good. He is now so far ahead of most souls who are on the journey to greener pastures.”
May the Source be with you!
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