243 Avenue Rd., Toronto
Didn’t Step Out
I didn’t step out of the building today. My knees and ankles are sometimes weak. At such times I apply something called “Sacred Salve” and the pain goes away immediately. The other miracle I apply is a good brand of mustard seed oil. That also does wonders; the body likes it.
There’s something we do in the ashram that the soul likes and each morning the few of us sit down to become absorbed in the Leela of the Lord. Recently we have been listening to the verses from Canto One of the Srimad Bhagavatam, were the queens of Krishna speak like mad women. They address the birds, the river, the breeze, the cloud and the ocean, communicating with them in a mood of separation. They even express a sense of jealousy. “Laxmi, the Goddess of Fortune, is getting all the attention.”
They truly miss Him when He’s not about. They are immersed in His charm, looks, warmth and protectiveness. These are their warm thoughts about Him—thoughts that don’t easily drift away. It’s a beautiful theme to soak in for a morning meditation.
My afternoon was an actual absorption in the stories about devotees’ lives. It is material for a book I’m working on, Krishna In The Mapleleaf. “Wow!” I say to the tales I hear directly from those who’ve experienced the wonders of Krishna Consciousness in the early years—1967 to 1977—up to the point of our guru’s divine departure. I couldn’t hold back my tears when one of these great souls relayed her traumatic life events to me.
May the source be with you!
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