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Friday, June 5th, 2009

We were up at 2:30am to make it to New Varshan in time for the early morning sankalpa. New Zealand is cold.
Aghahanta prabhu had a fire roaring at home so we chanted there and then headed out to see the cows. Now just getting ready for it all. Big celebration. Festival time again…


Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

due to too many spam comments, I’ve decided to disable the comments option.  this is unfortunate, but what to do.  perhaps another solution will manifest at some point.

you know it’s kali yuga…

Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

when a guest interrupts the pujari during the arati ceremony to ask for the matches to light her cigarette.

thankfully there’s always Lord Caitanya’s river of mercy…

and somehow we’ll all be swept away by it

The Potency of Chanting Hare Krishna

Monday, May 28th, 2007

Chanting Hare Krishna enables us to feel love, specifically for the Supreme Lord.  Chanting Hare Krishna removes sinful tendencies and selfishness from the heart.  Only because of the the chanting of Hare Krishna can we take to the process of Krsna Consciousness; by Vedic standards we don’t qualify, but the Maha-mantra removes all impurities and allows even the most degraded and low-born to come to the spiritual platform.

(inspired by Radha-ramana prabhu’s class this morning)


Thursday, November 30th, 2006

On Tuesday we visited Mukunda, Mira and Nitai at their home in Pringle Bay. Mother Visakha Priya is in South Africa, so we had the good fortune of her sweet association as well as the enlivening company of this lovely family and on top of that – a much needed break from city living. Pringle Bay is a little coastal village about an hours drive from Cape Town.
HG Visakha Priya dd

Tomorrow we start the annual December book distribution marathon.
We will also be hosting Cape Town’s very first Ratha Yatra festival, so devotees have been and will be fully engaged in preparation for this glorious occasion while simultaneously going all out to distribute Srila Prabhupada’s books.

Srila Prabhupada

Saturday, August 19th, 2006

my Hero…


A Poem for Srila Prabhupada
(published in BTG 1996)
By Kalakantha Dasa

You could have stayed in Vrindavan
where chanting is most sweet,
or moved to holy Navadvip
in spiritual retreat.

Your godbrothers had temples there
with room enough for you
to sit and preach each Gaura Purnima
to a visitor or two.

You could have said: “It’s Krsna’s will –
my visa was denied;
I may have failed but now I know
at least that I have tried.”

Your patron said you’d die abroad;
your godbrother just scoffed;
you could have said, “who’ll meet me at the boat,
and guide me safely off?”

You could have had one look at us
and said: “what have I done?”
And caught the next boat back to home,
unblamed by anyone.

“The westerners,” you could have said,
“Can go to hell and stay.”
Who would have disagreed with you?
We were well on our way.

Instead you lay your final years
like flowers at Krsna’s feet,
Siddhanta’s smile your hidden guide,
Thakura’s vision in reach.

Producing eighty volumes
as you guided us along,
You showed us how to cook Prasad
and preach Lord Krsna’s song.

And as we preach, the boys and girls
from every land on earth
come forth to serve you, Prabhupada,
renewed in second birth.

I could have been a doctor,
had I but stay in school;
might have made a couple of million,
built a fancy house and pool.

I could have written novels,
legislated laws and rules;
I could have been a music star;
I could have been just cool.

Instead I laid my youthful years
like flowers at your feet;
Malpooras caused my interest,
samosas my defeat.

My dad said, “Son you’re brainwashed!”
My friend said, “You’re a fool!”
My shortfalls as Vaisnava
numbered many, victories few.

Reflecting on my bygone youth,
(as at mid-life one is prone)
I wouldn’t trade your glance for gold,
your words for precious stones.

This morning on the japa trail,
The northern star shone down;
so fixed and true, it seemed like you,
with devas circling round.

But dawn concealed that heavenly stage
and lit a wintry scene,
of all I am, and all you are,
and all that lies between.





Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

Srimad Bhagavatam 10:3:7-8

mumucur munayor devah
sumanamsi mudanvitah
mandam mandam jalardhara
jagarjur anusargaram
nisithe tama udbhute
jayamane janardane
devakyam deva-rupinyam
visnuh sarva-guha-sayah
avirasid yatha pracyam
disindur iva puskalah

The demigods and great saintly persons showered flowers in a joyous mood, and clouds gathered in the sky and very mildly thundered, making sounds like those of the ocean’s waves. Then the Supreme Personality of Godhead, Visnu, who is situated in the core of everyone’s heart, appeared from the heart of Devaki in the dense darkness of night, like the full moon rising on the eastern horizon, because Devaki was of the same category as Sri Krishna.

Food For Life

Sunday, August 13th, 2006

Saturday Food For Life in and around Cape Town. 

Hearing Krishna…

Chanting Krishna…

Tasting Krishna…

back home!

Thursday, August 10th, 2006

I have just finished packing and can finally stop stressing about all the details and just relish the thought of going home.

After much reflection and discussion it was decided that I would not stay here untill the end of the year as originally planned.  I am delighted to return to Cape Town.  The devotees here in Port Elizabeth have been so sweet – assisting with travel arrangements, supplying prasadam snacks and making the whole transition more pleasant through their wonderful support.  Also, the Cape Town devotees with all their encouragement and inspiration and eagerness to assist have added a great deal to be grateful for.  I truly feel like part of a big caring family and I’m a little overwhelmed by loving sentiments right now.

The last eight months in Port Elizabeth have been rather challenging, but I am extremely grateful for this experience.  There have been many important lessons and also plenty of time for self analysis.  The most significant aspect was the deepening of relationships with devotees – the transformation from acquaintances to dear friends.  And also the assessment of lasting friendships – going deeper by changing patterns from the past that were not conducive to our growth as individuals aspiring for the Absolute Truth.  Of course there was also the practical side - the original impetus for coming here – the dreaded medical treatment which is finally over.

This then is the last entry from Port Elizabeth.