Sunday, March 18th, 2012

Get Your Feet Wet

London, Ontario

 

"I really miss this," remarked my dear friend, Gaura, now a resident in this (what they call) the Forest City. We had laid down a madras on the grass of Victoria Park to chant and deliver our message of kirtan when Gaura expressed that he hadn't had the chance to do this since he moved here six months ago when he partnered up with Susan, a devotee of Krishna, and whose husband perished from cancer.

 

When a mission-driven type person like Gaura enters into a new city where there is no centre and pioneers it, it can be an adventurous pursuit. But, if for an extended period he feels like the endeavour is 'solo', or under-staffed, it may get a little discouraging. Fortunately Susan is supportive and Gaura himself is a dynamo who has no inhibitions about approaching and talking to people.

 

I always admired this about him. As we sat in the lotus position chanting there with him switching back and forth from guitar to harmonium, he would greet and start talking to those gravitating to our chanting group. I also saw how he entered and led us into a suburban eco-park in a most bold way after sun fall. It was our time to wind down and get that exercise in. There was mud and it was dark.

 

That's the spirit, Gaura! Get your feet wet. Courageously, get in there (London, Canada) and help raise the consciousness.

 

7 Km

Saturday, March 17th, 2012

The First Ratha Ratra of the Year

Miami, Florida

What you put in determines very much who is your output. This morning Dharma, the local priest here, stoked up a mean havan or fire sacrifice. Twigs were few that fuelled the fire at this ceremony. Local branches from the temple ground bushes contributed to intense smoke, as did the tulasi wood. Fans were switched on and every window in this large cavernous soon was opened.

Participants were on the verge of tears. I could hear coughing. I contributed to that. This is the downside.

On the bright side, two women were given diksha. One was Clorissa, a Cuban-born nurse, whose name is now Kuntidevi. The second woman, Rupa Manjari, received her second or Brahminical initiation. To Kuntidevi I said, “You are now a member of our Krishna family”. To Rupa Manjari I said, “You will now intensify your devotion, become a teacher and always be truthful.”

The two made vows and mantras were given. They are two very good people and I cannot relate the bad smoke as an ill omen. They say it in some of the Caribbean, “All is good!” Our morning was concluded with a haze of grace.

When noon struck the Ratha Yatra, festival of Chariots, began at 3220 Virginia St., the location of the temple. Although one chariot did suffice, a pleasant turnout of mostly Miami congregants came out to greet the sun, and Sri Jagannath, the Lord of the Universe, which is Krishna in wooden form.

The promenade or procession was a slow (but commendable of a speed) in Coconut Grove. You could say that there was a smoky kirtan-taking place on the street culminating at Peacock Park. There is a history to this piece of green. In the early seventies Frisbee-throwing and dancing happy hippies filled that park. People were sitting on the grass (and smoking some I’m sure). They were greeted by Hare Krishna monks who came along with their drums and chants. End result was that sincere friendship manifested. Some good vibes were invested and the outcome was that some of the curious and confused joined the monk ranks. The input and output were one.

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Friday, March 16th, 2012

Let’s Not Forget
Miami, Florida

It can easily be neglected, forgotten or ignored. We could even deliberately bury it, dissolve it and turn a blind eye pretending it wasn’t. At best we might acknowledge it but give it second to best place in terms of priority.

But for a Hare Krishna monk chanting those very words “Hare Krishna” in a public place is his lifeline, backbone or spine. Yesterday I had been determined to enthuse myself about the importance of getting out of a comfy chair and office, hit the street with a few comrade renunciates (with drums and cymbals) and do what we are known and loved for.

In Toronto’s Yonge St. a woman’s eyes went as wide as the universe when she saw and heard our group of six. “Where have you guys been? Haven’t seen you since the seventies!” remarked the appreciative woman.

In Miami’s Coconut Grove today a group of thirty of us stormed the Coco Walk folks sitting at the cafes and bars and sipping on stuff. They, the recipients, loved the added entertainment we provided.

Chanting or engaging in sankirtan is the grassroots of the Hare Krishna movement. And when we surrender to this prime activity we are demonstrating or relying on our own integrity. Even though the evening venture lacked a balanced sound, (as in too few drums) the practice of sankirtan, a collective effort of sound emanation was there.

We, the participants, enjoyed it and so did the evening starving-for-some-action folks enjoyed it. This engagement is to be prioritized. It is an obligation and an incredible privilege. Spiritual life isn’t the same without it.

9 Km

Thursday, March 15th, 2012

Desire and Reciprocation

Toronto, Ontario

I don't know sometimes about the power of God and the power of desire and how they come together. Here's my experience. I make no claim to be on a mystical platform but I can testify that someone is listening to some wishes.
 In the summer of 2007 I did walk through the city of Saskatoon, situated in the middle  of the vast prairies. I pondered deeply on how it would be nice to have a gathering place for Krishna Consciousness in this city. Months later I received the news that a very sincere couple from Toronto, who were successful at conducting sangas (spiritual gatherings) in their home, were being transferred to Saskatoon. They are settled now in that city with their young son and daughter and utilize their facility for sanga functions.

Two summers ago during a contemplative sit-down at Spadina and Bloor, I wished for a place where university students could come and learn about the science of self-realization. I had mentally circled out the place on a second floor at that juncture. Lo and behold Krishna (the supreme mystic) secured that spot through the efforts of a dynamic young lady, Mangal Arti, the Bhakti Lounge facilitator.
After two years the lease expired and Mangal has been struggling since that expiry to find an ideal place. Finally she endeavoured and found -a spot so unique. No deal or deed has been signed yet, but it's close.

I desired to venture there on foot when all was quiet, 3 AM, to see the place.

I had not elucidated on the story of a house recently in Nova Scotia for training monks but it does involve prayer, wishing, and some precision scouting.

In practically all such cases wishing and walking were components to claiming locations. Miracles you might call them but then God can do anything.

Hey, what about this? Let's wish and pray very strongly at every corner of town. If this formula has a good batting average then why not apply it in as many places as possible. The thing to remember is, "I am not the controller!"

9 Km

Wednesday, March 14th, 2012

What Brahms Said

 

Toronto, Ontario

 

I received an email from Vrnda Dasi, our fine facilitator in our ISKCON Centre in Winnipeg, Manitoba. I'll share her letter:

 

"Haribol, Maharaja! Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada. I just came across this tidbit today, and of course it reminded me of you. Thank you for visiting us. Hope your health is continuing to improve. Your humble servant, Vrnda dd.

Florence May: 'How can I most quickly improve?'

Johannes Brahms: 'You must walk constantly in the forest.'

A little background: Florence May (1845 - 1923) was a talented English pianist who had travelled to study piano technique under Clara Schumann but who ended up as a pupil of Brahms himself. She later wrote a two-volume biography of Brahms.

Brahms was a supremely accomplished pianist (when he went on tour he never bothered to take any music), composer and conductor given to perfectionism, grumpiness, verbal asperity, charity, fine cigars and... long walks in the Vienna woods. She asked him how she could play the piano better, and he told her to head for the forest.

Her fingers had done all they could. After that, only the forest could help."

10 Km

Tuesday, March 13rh, 2012

A Single Goose

 

Winnipeg, Manitoba

A single goose, heard and not seen, flew above me as I sat on a park bench to chant some gayatri mantras. Once done I continued my walk-in-progress along the Assiniboine River. The air was more crisp today. Joggers passing by made that 'crunch crunch' sound over the hardened snow. Those sounds will change to 'splash splash' once the sun peeks over the prairie horizon. The road's surface sparkled with the fresh frost under municipal lights. Snow banks are reduced to the heights of ant hills. All is good!

 

I wish that hearts would melt and that we all start the flow, the journey back home, to Godhead.

 

It was a grand day for confessions. Sincere hearts wanted to release a pressure that was hurting. Revealing one's mind in confidence is a way to begin the healing. I appreciated the openness from the confessor. I don't mind being in on the pain, if it lightens the burden for someone.

 

There is struggle everywhere in the world, usually stemming from a wrestling with the senses, dwelling over objects and then submitting to these urges. At least we should put up a good fight. Even if we lose, we did fight and that is heroic in itself.

 

Here's what really made the day special. Among visitors today was a south Indian neurologist, Dr. Daksinamurty, who moved to Canada in 1964. With an occasional business related trip to New York with his brother one fine day they were walking on 26 Second Avenue when they heard from a store front, 'ching, ching, ching'. They looked over and saw a swami with a bunch of American youths blissing-out on chanting. They went in. That was the time of the dawning of the Hare Krishnas. The doctor and his brother were charmed each time they went.

 

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Monday, March 12th, 2012

Water, Fire, a Post                                                                          

Winnipeg, Manitoba

At 3AM, ponds had formed. Snow and ice accompanied the thaw. The street and not sidewalks were safe as I ambled my way through Winnipeg’s ‘granola belt’ along Westminster Ave. I dodged the rare car. All but newspaper delivery boys and bakers are asleep.

At the corner of Canora St. I saw sparks flying from the hydro post. It was postered to death. I saw transparent tape flapping in the wind and its adjoining poster just ready to release themselves from their anchor, the post. As I inched my way close to the odd pole, it was clear that my eyes didn’t deceive. Someone had likely stuck a cigarette behind a poster which had been sparked. It was a prank.

I called 911. They put me onto the fire department. With efficiency like nothing else within 3 ½ minutes two fire trucks arrived. But in the meantime two police officers on patrol honoured the stop sign at Westminster and Canora. I alerted them. One of the officers pulled out his extinguisher and released his chemical smoke; the flames and sparks were now dissolved.

The two departments, fire and police, were happy to have met an early dawn monk.

The late morning time slot brought Daruka and I to Our Lady of Perpetual Help Parish. The local priest facilitated a small meeting of parishioners, one of whom had invited us two to the discussion. We had great exchanges. The priest lived as a Trappist monk for a time.

In the downtown residence of Winnipeg, ponds had expanded into lakes by 6PM. Traffic made inaccessible for pedestrians. Here was a sure way to get feet wet. And at 108 Chestnut St., ISKCON’s home, our evening was wrapped up with songs from Bhaktivinode, the most celestial of songwriters. He beckons for Krishna to send him in the body of a lonely worm so long as he is in the home of a Vaishnava where he is guaranteed future spirituality.

10 Km

Sunday, March 11th, 2012

Winnipeg Bound

Winnipeg, Manitoba

My early trekking was on Clearbrook Circle, in a suburb of Toronto. It was dark out, weather was mild. I was curious to know, is it really a circle in the street? I ventured on that route, and sure enough I went round and around and around.

En route to Winnipeg on a two hour flight I had army dudes all around me as co-passengers. They were mentally poised for a hockey tournament with competitors from Manitoba. I was poised for a Gaura Purnima festival at the ISKCON Centre at 108 Chestnut Street, Winnipeg. By that I mean leading the chanting and delivering a talk.

It was obvious what would be the subject, the topic. It was none other than addressing the life and contribution of Sri Chaitanya. To an attentive group I had rolled out details on Chaitanya's life, and ending with speaking about this glorious monk's final 18 years on the planet. Five centuries ago, He inaugurated the method of kirtan, public chanting, in the last precious years in Puri, Orissa, He was very lost to another world. By His behaviour and state of mind He demonstrated that He was not of this world, and by blazing this trail He was trying to say that we, all of us wandering souls, belong to an existence beyond what we can see and touch.

He was encouraging transcendence, that ultimately we do and think beyond this mundane world. He gave us hope that there is a domain of true freedom where the soul makes a touchdown and scores to a status of liberation.

Before He passed away (and that happened mystically) He left us with lots of hope. He died before dying, so to speak, meaning that we prepare ourselves for the final moment of departure from this world. He placed His energy and love in thoughts of Krishna. He chanted as much as could be, and illustrated that this is what's to be done in order to mentally and spiritually poise yourself for the great world to come.

8 Km

Saturday, March 10th, 2012

On Scarborough Air

Scarborough, Ontario

This morning, much after a brisk-down-Yonge St. walk, I was broadcast on a Tamil radio station, TTR. With translation in the Tamil language, I was introduced by three south Indian hosts. We opened up the 45 minute dialogue with verse 12.2 from the Bhagavad Gita. Here Krishna speaks about the more favourable approach to Spirituality- the approach of bhakti (devotion) and personalism, as opposed to the more nirveseshya, non-personal appeal. Energy contemplation over the divine form is the preference for some.

Even though the verse was quoted with its companion purport, the main moderator got right into questions not necessarily pertaining to the verse, yet they were relevant to his audience. “What would you say about the charge of idol worship?” “Why, when we have everything in this twentieth century, do we need faith?” “Isn’t it a waste of time?” “Tell me about mantras?”

They were fair questions. In brief points which I was more elaborate with ‘on-air’ here are the answers.

On idol worship- “When an image reflects the actual divine person, then it is not false. In Mecca there is the Kabba. The Jews have their flames. Buddhists have his form. Materialists have poster boys (Arnold Shwartz whatever) or poster girls (Lady GaGa). And then there’s the worship of the car and the millions of techno-gadgets. To steer away from the object glancing, image honoring or deity worship is superficial. Just try it. Meditate on Krishna’s euphoric smile and you will smile…Our main thrust is chanting and that is the real emphasis over form worship.”

On having everything- “Yes we have everything but happiness. Why is depression at an all time high when we have everything? First find out who you really are and then happiness and peace of mind have a chance.”

About mantras- “God manifests in sound. A mantra is the connection between you and God. It is spiritual sound that liberates. When you hear street talk or any verbal diarrhea then it pollutes and degrades. When you hear sounds of transcendence it is freeing.”

7 Km

Friday, March 9th, 2012

Under the Moon
 
Toronto, Ontario
 
I can't say I'm disciplined for having taken to bed so early the last two nights. Jet lag forces it. The beauty of it is you get to rise early, to meet the good wakening air at 2AM and do that mantra meditation while walking the combined grid-and-curve streets of Rosedale.
  This all happens under the moon - a full one, timed to lie there in sync with the appearance of the golden avatar.

The golden avatar is Sri Chaitanya, a second coming of Krishna. Krishna appeared at the end of a measured epoch called Dwapara. Then the age of Kali began, an approximate five millenia ago. Sri Chaitanya is Krishna returned. His birth, 526 years back, was noted to be like the moon in the sense of a cool emission over the feverishly crazy world of today.
 

Sri Chaitanya is also described as having a moon's complexion, bright and beautiful.
 

I looked up at that great disc. It is a watchful eye over the planet. It seems to acknowledge us while we generally ignore it. He follows you no matter how far you walk away. In my own perception the moon appears sad at times even though he's in his fullness. It sometimes looks as if he'll shed a tear. I'm sure he's looking down saddened at our behaviour.
 

Artists usually depict Chaitanya's face as round like the moon is now. He's never gaunt-looking. Artists also often capture a tearful Chaitanya who's feeling a separation from Krishna.
 

As I walked those quiet streets under the moon I passed by the odd solo pedestrian. I wonder if the moon was in their thoughts?
 
8Km

Thursday, March 8th, 2012

Sacisutastakam

Toronto, Ontario

On this most auspicious day, Gaura Purnima, the moon of the golden One, we celebrate the birth anniversary of Sri Chaitanya, sometimes referred to as the avatar of the age. I was asked to speak on the translation of the song written by Sarvahauma Bhattachary. It is entitled 'Sachisutastakam', and the song was led by one of the temple administrators, Radha Mohan. Here is the translation to Sachisutastakam which describes the qualities of Sri Chaitanya.

1) His complexion is the hue of fresh cream tinged with kunkun. He is the ever fresh Cupid who shoots arrows of newly blossoming flowers. He bears newer and newer moods of emotional ecstasies. He is fond of performing novel dances. He makes ever new jokes that cause much laughter. His brilliant luster is like freshly cast gold. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

2) He is endowed with ever-fresh love of Godhead. His radiant luster is like the colour of fresh butter. His fresh attire is arranged in ever new fashions. He relishes ever new mellows of love for Krishna. He shines in nine fold new ways while executing the nine fold processes of devotion. He is permeated with a most auspicious loving nature. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

3) He is absorbed in devotion to Sri Hari. He maintains the chanting of the names of Hari. While chanting He counts the holy names on the fingers of His hands. He is addicted to the name of Hari. He always has tears of love welling in His eyes. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

4) He is always removing the suffering of material existence for mankind. He is the goal for persons who are dedicated to their supreme interest. He inspires men to become like honeybees (eager for the honey of Krishna prema). He removes the burning fever of the material world. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

5) He motivates pure devotion unto Himself. He is most attractive to His beloved servitors. By His dramatic dancing He exhibits the characteristics of the King of paramours. He causes the minds of beautiful young village women to dance. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

6) He plays karatals as His throat emits sweet melodious sounds and the vibrant notes of the vina are softly played. He thus inspires the devotees to perform dramatic dancing that is infused with aspects of His own devotional service. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

7) He is accompanied by the Sankirtan movement, which is the religious practice for the age of Kali. He is the son of Nanda Maharaja come again. He is the extraordinarily brilliant ornament of the earth. His preaching mood is suitably adapted to the cycle of birth and death. His consciousness is fixed in meditation on His own form of Krishna. He is always accompanied by His transcendental abode. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

8) His eyes, the soles of His feet and His clothing are reddish like the colour that heralds the rising sun. As He utters His own names, His voice falters. He awakens a sweet flavour to life throughout the universe. I bow down to Gaura, the beautiful son of Mother Sachi.

Wednesday, March 7th, 2012

Getting Back

Toronto, Ontario

I did have a number of co-passengers who were curious while on flight from Brussels to Toronto. "Did you go to India on a retreat?" asked a nice Canadian woman.

"I went to India to give part of a retreat," I said, referring to the workshops that were facilitated and staging a drama.

"Are you a preacher?" asked a young South East Asian woman. "I just came from Vrndavan at the Krpala centre. I danced as a gopi in a Krishna pastime while there," she continued.

Another man wanted to know if I was Bhaktimarga Swami.

"Yes, I am."

"I'm Ram Varma. I knew you in the seventies." We got to speaking. Wow! How great!

A young porter at the airport was interested in my business. I told him my baggage was oversized and fragile so he got my business, but he also got a piece of my monastic lifestyle. He was inquisitive. As a Canadian born Polish young chap, he had this fascination, perhaps stemming from his Catholic upbringing. Modern day Catholics are less resisting, I've found. Gone are the tyrannical days of holier than thou attitude, at least in a North American context.

Michael was the fellow's name and he was indeed helpful, kind and courteous.

All you need after being on such a long trip is some pleasant remarks and gestures. And certainly with co-passengers there must be mutual attention given where possible, no matter how tired you are. To be pleasant is the mark of a gentleman and so certainly it must be the mark of a spiritualist.

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