Volume 4, Chapter 13 April 05 – 30, 2002 We are coming to the end of our two-month preaching tour in America, a program that has seen Sri Prahlad and I crisscross the entire country six times. Time is also flying by, for when you are doing something you like time passes quickly, whereas when [...]
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The battle has only begun, but I am with you all the wayVolume 4, Chapter 12 March 17, 2002 – April 04, 2002 Since arriving in America almost three weeks ago, myself, Sri Prahlad and his wife, Rukmini Priya dasi, have been on a whirlwind tour of temples,including New York, Washington DC, Boston, Philadelphia, San Jose, and Laguna Beach. With virtually two to three preaching engagements a [...] |
Offering to His Holiness Tamal Krsna GoswamiVolume 4, Chapter 11 March 16, 2002 Dear Tamal Krsna Goswami, Please accept my most humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada. Today I am writing you a posthumous letter, just as our spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada, did in the assembly of his disciples in Seattle when his godbrother, Bhakti Prajana Kesvava Maharaja, passed away [...] |
I was thankful for their associationVolume 4, Chapter 10 February 12, 2002 – March 07, 2002 After nearly two months spent resting and recuperating in Durban, South Africa, I realized the time was at hand for me to continue traveling and preaching. I have arranged to do a two-month preaching tour of America, and to that end I had made [...] |
This is a kirtan man’s paradise!Volume 4, Chapter 9 January 19, 2002 – February 11, 2002 Since my arrival in South Africa, my Indian disciple, Laksminath das, has been inviting me to participate in one of his daily Food for Life programs. For more than five years he has practically single-handedly been cooking and distributing over 50,000 plates of prasadam [...] |
I started to come down with bronchitisVolume 4, Chapter 8 December 23, 2001 – January 18, 2002 After our visit to the orphanage in Chelyabinsk, Uttamasloka das and I caught a flight to Moscow. It was the first time in many weeks that we’d afforded the luxury to fly, and although Russian airline Aeroflot is undoubtedly my least favorite, I welcomed [...] |
A spiritual revolution was taking place in ChelyabinskVolume 4, Chapter 7 December 23, 2001 The road leading up to the old orphanage on the hill was icy, and so we needed several tries before our van reached the top. We’d get halfway, and then the wheels would spin on the ice and we’d begin sliding backwards. As we struggled, I could see [...] |
The atmosphere was tenseVolume 4, Chapter 6 December 11 – 16, 2001 On Tuesday, December 11, we awoke early to prepare for our journey to Krasnoyarsk, 1000km farther east in Siberia. I was a little nervous about traveling as it was ekadasi, which is generally considered an inauspicious day for starting a journey of any sort. My apprehensions [...] |
Krsna had sent that young man to remind me of my purpose in this inhospitable landVolume 4, Chapter 5 December 01 – 12, 2001 Memories of my two-month pilgrimage to Vrindavan were still fresh in my mind as I boarded a flight from Moscow to Barnaul, deep in the Siberian countryside. As the old Russian plane lumbered down the dark runway at midnight, the dirty seats, the stench of perspiration, [...] |
In Vrindavan all creatures are accepted as eternal servants of GodVolume 4, Chapter 4 November 04 – 24, 2001 The focus of most of the residents here in Vrindavan is Krsna. Whether they are priests, sadhus, farmers, shop owners, members of the town council or simply tourists, in some way or other Krsna is present in everyone’s life. One morning as I was doing Vrindavan-parikrama [...] |
