Sunday, 22 November 2020

Friday, November 20th, 2020

Ramsden Park, Toronto


It Makes A Difference


The first day of the MANtra Retreat was a smashing success. Anuttama is just the best host. Tomorrow will be most exciting—a good speaker from the UK, Bhuta Bhavana, who raises the topic of empowerment. Check it out, 10 AM. Register if you haven’t, gentlemen.


At noon today one of my good friends from Vaughn came over and accepted two garlands for his Ganesh deity. He was proudly letting me know that he lost 35 lbs due to diet change and walking 10 kilometres per day.


I later came upon a tall fellow, a bit tipsy, wearing a Blue Jays baseball cap, over the course of my night walk.


“Are you a Shaman monk?” he asked.


“No, a Krishna monk.”


He looked at my beads in my hand. “For meditation?” he asked.


“I’m praying for the world, which is in a pandemic.”


“What’s normal? What is the real norm?” he continued.


“Eating, sleeping, mating and defending. That’s normal amongst all forms of life,” I said.


“But, you know, we’re all unique and different,” he said.


“I agree. I’m Bhaktimarga Swami. And your name?”


“Does it make any difference?”


“Yes, it does, because we’re all unique and different,” I replied.


“Well, I was raised Catholic.”


“So was I, so let’s do something for God,” I encouraged.


He wasn’t listening too much. That’s what drinking does. It makes you weak; incoherent as such. All glories to the real Blue Jays.


May the Source be with you!

4 km


Friday, 20 November 2020

Thursday, November 19th, 2020

Mississauga, Ontario


Barry Brown


The following poem is in honour of my dear friend, Baladev, AKA Barry Brown. We traveled as monks in a small party through the United States, experiencing what most people haven’t gone through.


Baladeva / Barry Brown


I know you never knelt at a church’s pew

You were Jewish, then Vaishnava, now a “Hin-jew”

As monks in travel we looked at the bible

Viewed the Old Testament exploring the tribal

On that same motel floor you wrestled with Giri

You lost—he won, leaving you feeling weary

On behalf of Prabhupada we were in Carolina-North

Our purpose was to put publications forth

Before we had the chance, police had cuffs on our hands

Our only fault was “no permit,” those were the demands

The time in prison was a blast indeed

Requesting, “Hot milk was all that we need!”

It was just the first they had ever heard

We explained such is the case of our God, the cowherd

Once discharged we were back at the mission

Being on the road was our constitutional position

We saw Prabhupada in Atlanta—how cool

Yes, we heard from the guru as he was our jewel

You were an analyst, a thinker, became a journalist

Deep down, spiritual, not an externalist

Your book called, Humanity, raised some eyebrows

Responses were coming; many, many “Wows!”

Humour and quest were always your forte

What matters is what’s there at the end of the day

In truth you were a trite talkative for me

But still, a friend, so far as a friend can be


May the Source be with you!

0 km


Wednesday, November 18th, 2020

Yorkville, Toronto


He Gave Us


It is reflection day. Still relatively unknown to the public is His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada. Although, behind the scenes, he contributed largely to adjusting the world.


He gave us:





















gown (for women)

gown (for men)




spirit food

spirit song


He gave more. It will take another arrow.


May the Source be with you!

3 km