Sri Vyasa Puja 1993

Daso asmi, Chapter 10

Dear Srila Prabhupada

Please accept my most humble obeisances in the dust of your lotus feet. All glories to you on this most auspicious celebration of your appearance in this world.

This year I write to you from Kag Beni, high in the Himalayan mountains, on assignment for ‘Back to Godhead’ magazine. By foot we have traveled to 12,000 ft. chronicling historical sites such as the path to Muktinath, tred thousands of years ago by the Pandavas on their final journey north amongst the mountain peaks.

The harsh climate here, with temperatures well below freezing, forbids casual visitors to the secrets of this land. Thus we have the rare fortune to see things most men will never behold. These sacred mountains, immovable through eons of time, stand as formidable reminders of the opulence of the Lord. The holy Kali Gandhiki river, non different from Ylasi, constantly bathes the sacred Salagrama silas found within her waters. The rare snow leopard, the yak and the horned mountain goat have several times crossed our path, as we journey through this desolate region of the earth, barren but for a few trees and shrubs. The ancient caves of yogis, some with artifacts still intact, provide a penetrating look into the past. What wonders we have seen! But despite all this, the real miracle is yet to come in a village still further North.

Our narrow trail takes us along perilous mountain cliffs, further isolating this remote area of the world. Entering Mustang, a forbidden territory until only months ago, I wonder how people of this region know anything beyond this time and place? In the valleys below, we were told that the mountain people here have littlecommunication with the outside world. They live primatively and uneducated, much like their ancestors thousands of years agoo.

After many weeks we approach our destination, a small village situated at the highest point north. Smoke from cooking fires creates a mystical look to the village in the predawn light. As curious people approach I wonder how we will be received?

However, to my amazement upon seeing us, they suddenly raise their hands and begin chanting the holy names of the Lord:

Hare Krsna Hare Krsna! Krsna Krsna Hare Hare! Hare Rama Hare Rama! Rama Rama Hare Hare!

I’m astonished! How can they possibly know the Maha Mantra, in this isolated region? Looking around incredulously my eyes catch a young girl clutching a book and I move closer to look. Suddenly I see you, Srila Prabhupada, smiling out from the cover of that book! We thought we were amongst the privileged few to visit here, but you have come before us through the medium of your transcendental literatures and have causes these people to imbibe a spirit of devotional service to the Lord.

As we enter the village people surround us, eager to know more. You’ve touched their hearts with your transcendental books. In our journey through this land, none of the wondrous sights we have seen can compare to this miracle of your Divine Grace. Even the immovable Himalayas have given you passage to the top of the world!

May I have the privilege to continue assisting you in your mission, where in the fourteen worlds you may go.

Your eternal servant

Indradyumna Swami

Tvam na sandarsita dhatra
Dustaram nistitirsatam
Kalim sattva-haram pumsam
Karna-dhara ivarnavam

We think that we have met Your Goodness by the will of providence, just so that we may accept you as captain of the ship for those who desire to cross the difficult ocrean of Kali, which deteriorates all the good qualities of a human being.

Srimad Bhagavatam 1.1.22


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