Wednesday, March 8th, 2017

Toronto, Ontario 

New Findings 

Ekadasi is a day when followers of the Vaishnava tradition (Krishna tradition) honour a vow to abstain from eating grain, and increase their devotions.  It falls every fortnight.  It’s today we are so obliged.

What I wanted to highlight in this blog is an article forwarded to me (thanks Abhidheya) about archeological findings confirming the authenticity and antiquity of a Krishna culture.  According to the source of info— www.indiadivine.org —there is an ancient coin with Krishna on one side, and His brother, Balarama, on the other, dating back to 180 B.C.E.  Recently unearthed in Al Khanoun, Afghanistan, this discovery is the earliest proof that Krishna was revered as a god, “and that the worship had spread beyond the Mathura region,” states TKV Rajan, archaeologist, who was holding a five-day exhibition titled, “In Search of Lord Krishna.”

His studies and findings throw fresh light on the era of Krishna.  It has been over five years since discoveries were made at Tholavira, near Dwarka, which is according to Epic’s such as The Mahabharata, where Krishna ruled, approximately 5,000 years ago.  Apparently, a coin reveals that Krishna is devoid of his famed peacock feather, but then one follower suggested that in Dwarka, Krishna was not adorned with the peacock feather.

Rajan indicates there is an image of a wooden plough, which is mentioned in the book The Bhagavatam.  The image of the conch and the Sudarshan Chakra (wheel) are unmistakably obvious imprints on the square-shaped coins.

A grandiose discovery!

May the Source be with you! Happy Ekadasi!

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Tuesday, March 7th, 2017

Toronto, Ontario

Got Out

Well, I did it.  I got out for the first time in a few days.  Because of the gout, my movements have been slow, but I got the air I wanted and needed.

Air!  I’m a great fan of it.  It’s something taken for granted.  One of the prime elements. 

A friend called today.  He’s now 75.  Doesn’t look a day over 60. “I worked at a paint factory for thirty years.  You breathe in all these chemicals.  It’s surprising I’m still alive.  It must be Krishna keeping me going,” he admitted

“Yes!”

I enjoyed sitting on a park bench in what is warmer than usual temperatures. We’ve got spring.  Vancouver, a place with a more moderate climate, has been getting clobbered with snow.  This is a reversal of weather situations.

The park bench was actually a bench near a park, to the side of a plastic surgery clinic.  The establishment is called “Elements.”  Next to where I was sitting, is the statue of an earth goddess.

Poor Earth!  It’s going through so much.  South of the border appears to be in trouble on many social/political levels.  All nations, in fact, are going through changes.  It’s tense.

I got back to the ashram and received my second call for the day.

“Maharaja,” addressed the caller, “What is the actual position our culture takes on Islam, women, gay folks and people of various races?”

“These are multiple questions.  You are right though, let’s talk.”

So we did!

May the Source be with you!

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Monday, March 6th, 2017

Toronto, Ontario

I Like My Pilgrimages

I like my pilgrimages to India, but I’m happy to be home.  It’s more quiet here—less chaotic traffic.  Somehow India can likely boast more inner peace within people; it's a paradox of sorts.

Where is real peace to be found?  In the Bhagavad-gita, we are informed that from the highest planet down to the lowest—all pose misery.  That, of course, is the design of a world to accommodate our consciousness.

Desire is powerful.  Whatever you dream of and fantasize about, will most likely manifest in some shape or form within your life.  Concept becomes construct—is what I see.

If that is the case, isn’t there someone out there, some super-brain who engineers things to happen?

In Sanskrit, we call such a person Jagannath, the universal Lord.

Today I was asked to send a message of goodwill to participants of this year’s Chariot Fest in Vancouver.  My few words of greeting will be covered in an opening page of what’s called ‘The Souvenir’.  I will inform through my words, that we will be celebrating this engineer of the universe, whom some call God.

I will include in the message that it was fifty years ago, in 1967—the summer of Love—when the first Chariot Fest in the West was staged at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.  This anniversary all happened on the Pacific Coast.

I also hope to walk in that Park, this summer, after completing my U.S. trek, which started in New York City initially.

May the Source be with you!

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