Tirupati, India
Sensitive
It has become a daily affair—my walking back and forth along
the lengthy veranda. It is a safe place
to amble along, however, at that early hour of 2:00 a.m., a number of creepy-crawlies find it not
so. I'm the culprit, but only by
accident if I happen to step out of place and crush one. Luckily the tiles are an off-white colour,
making it easier to spot the tiny souls in order to dodge them. If you are cultivating saintliness, then you
must develop sensitivity.
Speaking of sensitivity, one of our Russian boys was granted
darshan of VIshnu as Balaji, and very naively used his smart phone to
snap a shot. The guardians of the dham
got very upset. Security and police got
involved. It did challenge ISKCON’s good
relationship with the priests of the place.
It got intense. The rule is:
"No cameras!”
Meanwhile, our meetings—which are confidential—seemed to
have a leak of information. Suspicions
are that our room is bugged. Indeed
sensitivities are on the rise. Even in
such a place of peace, passions become a reality.
Now, I was asked to deliver, for the Bhagavatam class
based on Canto One, and the story of Narada.
It went well because of the fact that it was highly interactive. I also attended a class, between meeting
sessions, by Kalakanta of Gainesville.
My good friend spoke to the young monks about monastic life in the early
days. I really enjoyed listening.
By the way, Kalakanta so generously gave, as a gift, copies
of his new hard-bound publications, The Saint Within and
Bhagavad-gita - The Rap of God.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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