Thursday, 8 September 2016

Sunday, September 4th, 2016

Sunday, September 4th, 2016
Montreal, Quebec

Long Day

We’ve all been on some sort of marathon, while having a party at the same time.  Krishna devotees have come to partake in an extension of the “Joy of Devotion” retreat.  Held on the premises of ISKCON  Montreal, you meet people from Alberta, Ontario, Quebec of course, and even the Big Apple, New York.

The retreat is about hearing and chanting and special guests—Gurudas, Malati, Suresvar and Srutirupa–—all telling their personal memories of our guru, Srila Prabhupada.  Gordon is one newcomer to bhakti-yoga and his marathon is the pots.  It’s a lot of cleaning, and he appears to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

So starting from 4:30 am, for chanting, until 8:30 pm, many people have been going strong with only minor breaks in between.  It goes without saying that a big veggie prasadam feast marks the festive day’s end.

As most readers of this blog know, I’m habituated to a genuine wind-down at the end of the day.  With a small contingent, we walked and chanted, soaked our feet in a municipal fountain, and secured a final refreshment, an aloe vera drink, before retiring for the night.

Upon reflection on these festive hours, what personally struck us as prominent, were the explosive kirtans of the early evening, and a slide presentation, by Malati, to do with the involvement of our guru’s female students in his service to Krishna.  He was definitely inclusive when it came to their participation, sharing in all the activities of their spiritual brothers, including sitting and teaching from the Vedic texts.  It is important that we see beyond gender and recognize qualification.

May the Source be with you!

4 km

Saturday, September 3rd, 2016

Saturday, September 3rd, 2016
Montreal, Quebec

Full Circle

After a grand day at Complex Desjardins for a second consecutive day, and after happily hearing Patrick Bernard sing and play out the maha-mantra from the stage, I decided on my usual form of wind-down.  I would walk back to the ashram on Pie IX Blvd.

That meant, once I left the main entrance of the mall, I turned right on Rue Sainte-Catherine O.  It also meant meeting the three modes of nature—goodness, passion and ignorance, and not necessarily in that order.  I now left what seemed like the spiritual world.

Let’s say, that from that entrance, in a relatively central core of the city, a large volume of passion (rajas is the Sanskrit term) can hit you in the face.  There’s traffic and people bustling. Not but a few blocks from there continuing westbound, where streets are pedestrian-free, at the Gay Village, there is another brand of passion.  And so Brhat, who comes here with chanting parties quite regularly, said of the area, “The people respond here very well.”  Considering that it’s night now, that also stokes up the rajas power a bit more.  Folks dress-up here in a rather non monk-like way.

Finally, I come to more quiet quarters.  Montreal is known for its many magnificent churches, and you do pass the occasional one.  Ahhh!  Here I have a feeling of meekness as I view their towering stature.  I also realize much devotion has been rendered in such territory.  I’ve touched goodness (sattva).

Further on, and the neighbourhood opens up to an ignorance element (tamas).  Prostitutes stand at corners until clients appear.  Drugs, alcohol and depression join hands together.  This is apparent in general in speaking about this neighbourhood.  I wish I could do something.

After a sojourn, I turn a corner at Pie IX and land myself in transcendence.  Yes, here is the ashram and the temple.

May the Source be with you!

6 km



Friday, September 2nd, 2016

Friday, September 2nd, 2016
Montreal, Quebec

The Joy of Devotion

What a venue!  What a catch!  What a blessing!

The managers of ISKCON Montreal had secured a section of Complex Desjardins, a large shopping mall  in the downtown, connected on the lower floor by the prestigious Place Des Arts.  There, in the centre of the complex, were thousands of commuters, corporate passers-by, and shoppers, who could all catch a glimpse—if not a browse or a sit-down—of the show and displays, smartly presented under the theme “Journey to the Heart of India.”

The seating could hold two hundred at capacity.  Displays were on topics such as Mantra-Yoga, Eco Village, Reincarnation and more.  Books on display—pertaining to these subjects—were sold as well.  All were neatly presented.  One of the co-ordinators of the mall, perhaps a type of maĆ®tre d’, saw to the arrangements.  This meticulous woman, with an eye for the aesthetic, came around at set-up time to see to proper presentation, whether it meant selecting a chic table cloth with which to drape over a display table, lining up chairs displaced, or arranging for a dolly to be removed from the area.  Details!  Details!

In other words, she was determined to go to great lengths to be sophisticated.  And she succeeded.

The stage performances were superb—classical vina with tabla, drum sessions, Bharat-Natyam dance and excellent kirtan—as well as speakers extolling the glories of bhakti-yoga, which is at the heart of Vedic culture rooted in India.  Audiences turned over constantly in the ten-hour period of the presentations.

I was impressed.  Good show!  Good hearts!  The applause was the benchmark of its success.

May the Source be with you!

7 km



Thursday, September 1st, 2016

Thursday, September 1st, 2016
Hastings, Ontario

Clearing/Cleaning

Another monk made his way to the area for a short stint at Govardhan Farms.  Bhakti Svarup Chaitanya Swami hails from Lithuania, where four country projects are underway.  He spends time with Russian congregants, and audiences in Toronto and Montreal, every year.  He is very amicable.

I asked him if he has the same vegetation as we do in Canada—for instance, the maple tree.  When Nick was twenty feet up in the air, sawing dead limbs off a blue spruce—after quite a climb—Bhakti Svarup Chaitanya Swami mentioned that Lithuania has similar needle trees, and also some type of maple.

We all admired Nick’s contribution to tidy up  the farm.  The eaves trough has yet to be tackled.  It’s full of plant growth.  It seems that every channel that exists, when not cleared, needs unblocking.  Even our personal body, referred to as “the city of nine gates” in the sacred text Bhagavad-gita—two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, the anus and genitals—requires a thorough cleanse when we rise in the morning.  Such is the way of a yogi.

One more thing that was cleared up was the confirmation of the date for our presentation, “Tales from Trails.”  Skye, our landlady, took me to the nearby Civic Centre where we will speak to the local folks on September 20th at 7:30 pm.

On the lower level of the building, we came upon a group of contented ladies knitting away.  They gave the semblance of yogis in meditation—peaceful and serene.

May the Source be with you!

10 km

Wednesday, August 31st, 2016

Wednesday, August 31st, 2016
Hastings, Ontario

Beyond Organic

Nick and I decided to hug the Trent River by walking along its edge, and heading to Govardhan Farms;  that included taking to a stretch of mean forest where every sticky object in the “bur” category clung to clothes and leg hair.  Yes, I’ve been going to “work,” so to speak, in pants and shirt.  The traditional dhoti isn't always suitable in all environments.

The work I’m referring to is the weeding, once again.  Fil assigned me to the okra patch where tall weeds abound.  No problem.  I prefer using hands over hoe, and just yanking the guys out.  While Brihat is further down the garden finishing his rows of peppers, I have the frivolous company of kittens.  At several weeks old, the three of them are playful.  They lie down right next to the weed needing to go.  They take my hands as toys.  Unaware that work needs to be done, they become a happy nuisance.  Mind you, I don’t feel alone.  How can I?  Even the plants have life force.  They are living creatures.  Working with plants is therapeutic.

Fil takes pride in the fact that the harvest of his veggies are in the “beyond organic” classification.  This he justifies by the rationale that some organic food in the market is started with the use of pesticides.  Fil uses neem oil to address bugs.

Since being here, we three visitors are enjoying the delicious produce.  One major reason for our stay here is to endorse the natural ways of agriculture and gardening.  This approach is a mandate, culturally set by our guru who envisioned a better quality of life.

May the Source be with you!

9 km



Tuesday, August 30th, 2016

Tuesday, August 30th, 2016
Hastings, Ontario

Get the Weeds Out

Our guesthouse is located on Front Street across from the noble Trent River.  The name of the place is “The Doors” and its owner’s surname is Morrison (no connection to the iconic Jim).  Skye is her first name, and she has accommodated Brhat, Nick and myself in a charmer of a space, in a building erected in 1860 (that’s old for Canada).

Skye spends seven months of the year in her native Canada, and the balance in India, which makes it a perfect fit for we three who have our hearts in spiritual India much of the time.  We love chatting with her about our shared time in the land of Bharat—a name for Mother India in a more ancient context.

We three monks spent some hours at Govardhan Farms, located on Friendly Acres Road.  We were committed to walking there—a good eight kilometres.  Once we arrived at the farm, we took to some mantra meditation with owners Fil and Sukayanti, then breakfast, and finally on to physical work.  Nick executed inside labour, chopping the day’s harvested tomatoes and then putting his hands to baking and cooking, while Brhat and I went weeding.  Brhat tackled the pepper patch while I got into the late-planted kale.

I found the pulling out of weeds to be a new form of yoga stretching—to the right, the left and forward.  Much of the activity was employed with a hoe.  The manual pulling of weeds was more effective than hoeing, which tends to rarely remove the weeds by the root.  The hoe also facilitated leaning.

It was fulfilling, an achievement; a good feeling after having tackled four lengthy rows of undesirable plants that challenge and choke the desirable ones.  I felt like it was pulling lust, anger and greed out of my heart.

May the Source be with you!

8 km

Friday, 2 September 2016

Monday, August 29th, 2016

Monday, August 29th, 2016
Bancroft, Ontario

By Hills and Fields

Daivata was determined to take me on the trails he had carved out.  When the weeds come up, he “whacks them back” and takes advantage of the trekking to do his japa (chanting with beads for meditation).

He also encouraged me on a nature’s trail as an alternative; a worn out trail made by deer.  It runs half-way along the slope of Daivata’s hilly property.  We noticed cedar seeds being dropped from trees by squirrels perched high above.  They will come down to pick at those green seeds, separate them from their twigs and then munch or harvest them as morsels of food.

“Look out!  Here lands another bundle of them.  Watch your head!” warned Daivata.

Both today and yesterday, we took advantage of the great, fresh water in our midst—a dip in Eels Creek and York River.  We were inspired by a group of young guys in their mid-teens, who had plunged into the Otonabee River off a bridge the day before.

I commended them for being “old-fashioned” by being out in nature.  That made them feel good.  Unfortunately, they’ll likely renounce the more natural ways when it comes time to get their driver’s licenses.

Our final destination for today was in Hastings at the country home of Fil and Sukhayanti.  Here, I will spend some time in a guest house nearby, to offer help in the garden and with the cows.  Two monks had also come to join me—Brihat and Nick.

We’re going to do just fine.

May the Source be with you!

6 km

Sunday, August 28th, 2016

Sunday, August 28th, 2016
Scarborough/Bancroft, Ontario

After

After a long absence from taking a step in the ISKCON Scarborough Centre on McNicoll, I had the deep pleasure to share company with this community of devotees.  Gracious as they are, they went out of their way to make a great meal, even when it’s not so easy to drum up preps for an Ekadasi day (every fort-night you have to fast from grains).  However, they came up with a feast.

The managers running this small unit, tucked away in a plaza, were apologetic.  “We’re sorry for the small turn-out.  There’s a big wedding going on which  most everyone was obliged to attend.”  Still, it was pleasing to see a fairly full house, where people came to listen to my talk based on Chapter 8, Verse 15 from the Bhagavad-gita.  The phrase that stands out in this verse is “this world is temporary and is full of miseries.”  It may seem like a negative remark coming from the words of Sri Krishna, but truth must be told.  He encourages us to move on to better places.

The plain unit which people refer to as their “temple” was now the place for me to take leave.  Daivata from Bancroft, a veteran Hare Krishna, who joined the culture in ’72 in Vancouver, had come to fetch me for a drive north and a visit to his rustic home and 16 acres of wilderness.

If readers haven’t picked up by now, I’m a monk, a rolling stone that moves and collects no moss.  Here outside the town of Bancroft is a slice of Vaikuntha (heaven) where what you consider “wild” is the norm.  A bear, a wild turkey, a wolf and a loon are occasional visitors to any side of the home.  Nothing to worry about.

“You can come and stay here when you want to be on a writing retreat and when Vishvadika, my wife, is in India for six months.”  Naturally I’m welcomed by this countryside couple any time, but to address what could be a lonely period, in the winter, for my devotee-friend, I believe I’ll take up the offer.

May the Source be with you!

0 km

 

Saturday, August 27th, 2016

Saturday, August 27th, 2016
Owen Sound/Maple, Ontario

The Real World

The Hanna kids are the kind of kids I like for their naturalness.  Their grandpa, my personal peer and friend, Garuda Vahan, the support person for my third walk across Canada, has done a marvelous job training both boys and girls in a more hopeful lifestyle.

Along with the late Krsna Karuna, his wife, their own offspring got to know the true dimensions of life and they have succeeded in passing on those treasures to the next generation.

By two dimensions, I mean the best that the physical and spiritual worlds have to offer.  The kids were exposed to and walked nature trails, swam the fresh-water lakes all around, and to spice life up, got to know kirtan, the ancient practice of chanting and drumming, serenading the Divine.

We did a bit of that today with Garuda’s clan, and also with dear friend, Drupada.  With Nanda, Dharma, Manasi-Ganga (all of Indian origin), Nick and I drove north to this Huron Lake-bordered town of 22,000 to explore with those not-so-stereotypical Canadians for a 5.5 km walk and a swim at the beach.

I say “not-so-stereotypical” because most folks ride in cars and indulge in gadget playing.  This group in Owen Sound has a weekly sanga involving food and chanting, and going to the out-of-doors.

I have personally been encouraging our Indian devotees to go for the Canadian experience, and so as a result, a mentor of theirs from Mississauga, Raja Suya, took the group on their first camping trip to the Niagara Escarpment, not so long ago.  With tents to house them, the thunder, lightning and rain of the night put everyone to the test.  In the end, the outdoor eating the next morning, and the togetherness, compensated for the evening scare.

I would like to say to everyone, “Put on a pair of shoes, get out the door and experience the real world.”

May the Source be with you!

10 km

Friday, August 26th, 2016

Friday, August 26th, 2016
Toronto, Ontario

Offering to Guru

I’m taking the liberty to present here my written offering of something called “Vyasa-puja” or the honouring of the guru.  The contents include mention of last fall’s walk.

Dear Srila Prabhupada,

On a recent 45-day pilgrimage through the northeastern United States, I had much time to contemplate. It was a walk to express my utter appreciation to you, with 1,500 kilometres (932 miles) under my feet.

Formally, the trek was dubbed “Walking for Our Teachers.” My route took me from Boston’s Commonwealth Pier, where you first landed in America fifty-one years ago, to Butler, Pennsylvania, where you spent a good month, and then to New York City, where you began your mission, ISKCON, officially incorporating it in July 1966.

The society you initiated was a major milestone. The ISKCON Vaiṣṇava culture took hold, but not without trials and tribulations. Like a trekker walking the Pennsylvania mountain/valley terrain, over the last five decades, ISKCON has climbed and descended quite a few steep slopes.

In your endeavour to cement ISKCON within the modern world, you worked to make it a recognizable force grounded in culture and education, rather than merely another religion added to an already pluralistic world of faith. We shall now see how effectively we can continue to market the Prime Entity, Kṛṣṇa, and mold your marvelous  Society over the next fifty years. There is much work to be done.

If I may, I would like to present to you and to the society of devotees, my humble analysis of some of your contributions to the world, and what makes you unique.

The Cutting-Edge Guru

1. You pioneered the practice of kÄ«rtana in the West, with emphasis on the Hare Kṛṣṇa mahā-mantra.

2. You introduced to the West the culture of bhakti yoga, an ancient devotional lifestyle, with emphasis on serving the Supreme Deity, Kṛṣṇa.

3. You wrote and published books and articles, and established the Bhaktivedanta Book Trust (BBT), presenting a scholarly Vedic library of writings on Eastern thought.

4. You established a worldwide spiritual mission registered as the International Society for Kṛṣṇa Consciousness (ISKCON).

5. You became a strong and early voice promoting animal rights, especially the protection of the cow and the bull.

6. You strongly promoted a nonviolent vegetarian way of life (and were perhaps the first teacher of Vedic cooking in the West).

7. You introduced to the West the Vedic consecration of food as prasādam.

8. You promoted a God-centered agrarian culture, a back-to-the-land initiative centered on the family farm, and an eco-friendly existence.

9. You initiated the world’s first large-scale program of sanctified vegetarian food distribution to the needy in Māyāpur.

10. You strongly spoke out against drug and alcohol consumption as harmful.

11. You boldly promoted the science of the soul’s transmigration (reincarnation).

12. You strongly challenged atheism and Darwin’s theory of evolution, and constantly promoted the principle that there is a God, and that He is a person.

13. You introduced to the West the ancient techniques of arcana or pūjā, honouring the Divine in His sacred image.

14. You promoted the anti-racist sentiment by propagating the all-inclusive philosophy that all souls are equal, and that, “We are not these bodies.”

15. You redefined the word party: Sing the holy names! Dance! Play music! Eat karma-free food! No intoxication! No lewdness! Serve each other!

Also, Your Divine Grace was a major positive influence on history’s most popular rock band, The Beatles, especially on George Harrison, who impacted a generation, if not more.

For all of the above, I offer you the utmost reverence and gratitude.

Begging to remain your humble servant,
Bhaktimārga Swami
 



Thursday, August 25th. 2016

Thursday, August 25th. 2016
Toronto, Ontario

His Birth—A Draw

Many fans were rented, huge in size, ready to plug into sockets and then do their service of turning the air, and thus offer some relief to the thousands coming in on a hot, humid day.

Today is Janmastami, Krishna’s birthday.  It is a big deal and it draws the crowds, not only in India—the apparent place of origin for the big fest—but all over the world, where Lord Krishna stirs up excitement marking the day of His appearance.  Many people, as usual, attend the event of dance, drama, rituals, philosophy, food (unless you fast all day) and body heat!

When our building gets packed and the place becomes heated by humans in the month of August, it calls for AC or at least units that move the air.

I was absorbed for hours rehearsing the drama “The Witness,”a story based on a deity of Krishna who moves and walks to give testimony to a brahman priest.  Working with a crew of devotee-volunteers as actors, while running on an empty stomach (again, fasting), wasn’t so easy.  The sacrifice, rendered by the cast, paid off as we saw and heard the cheers of satisfaction at the end of the performance. 

It is a tradition that on Janmastami day, the followers of Krishna reflect and hear of Krishna’s acts of heroism.  It brings a whole amount of reassurance to those who take shelter of such mercy.  Krishna has fans, and then He has fans.

May the Source be with you!

5 km

 

Wednesday, August 24th, 2016

Wednesday, August 24th, 2016
Toronto, Ontario

Krishna Still Popular

A man with shoulder-length hair and a goatee stood on the steps of a shop along Yonge St.  He noticed me while I was on my evening trek and said, “Hare Krishna?  You guys were really popular at one time.”

The remark hit me with mixed feelings.  Hearing the words ‘Hare Krishna’ is always sweet, unless spoken in vain or in a cursing manner, which is rare.  The statement, “were really popular at one time,” sunk my heart momentarily.  It seemed to infer that we were once loved but are now forgotten.

Indeed, we were a curiosity 50 years ago, and for some trailing years, as well.  I pondered the idea that once you’re established, you lose your lustre.  That was a painful thought.

I nodded to the fellow, kept moving and got the attention of three young people affixed to the steps on the next shop over.  They were aroused somehow by the presence of yours truly.

“I love the colour,” the woman said, referring to my dhoti and kurta.

“Yeah man, I betcha it’s comfortable as hell,” remarked another.

“Sure is,” I confirmed.

Then these two spokespersons and the third, just kind of lit up.  They stood and came forward, making me feel almost like a celeb.  I was popular, in other words—at least for a few seconds—with the three people fussing.

I tried to see if the guy with the goatee noticed how a Hare Krishna can still be a sensation.

May the Source be with you!

7 km