Where Wine Went Wrong

A Tale of Chinese Intrigue

by Buck White and Tom Brown

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(rev. 2011 April 11)

                                                                                    

Table of Kahn’s Tents

 

Chapter One – Arrival in Radha-desa

Chapter Two – Day’s Work

Chapter Three – Jungle Walk

Chapter Four – Arrive in Madrid

Chapter Five – Still Alive

Chapter Six – Forest Thirteen
Chapter Seven – Go to Heaven

Chapter Eight - The Big Flight  from Heaven

Chapter Nine – Heaven’s Brine

Chapter Ten – The Brine Within
Chapter Eleven – Mother Ship

Chapter Twelve – Sub’s Up

 

 

 

Srimati Radharani

Chapter One – Arrival in Radha-desa

Spackine Platingworth and his dog Sizzle were in an dog-awful dickens of a fix. In the first place, it was already 8:05PM, and what to speak of that, they were also in the middle of Transylvania, or somewhere like that, in the middle of the Great Forest of Material Enjoyment, in the middle of Winter, and they were spooked. “I would feel a lot more comfortable if Charlie Chan were here with us, at this very moment”, said Spackine, (whom you may have already figured out was actually Tom Brown (Monkey) disguised as Spackine Platingworth. (Take a wild guess who are Sizzle and Mr. Chan. (Of course, Piggy and Uncle Gismo))). It was Uncle Gismo who had sent them on this Mission into the darkest corridors of Eastern Europe in their quest to find Kishori Radha. Uncle Gismo had assigned them the names and costumes of Spackine Platingworth and Sizzle, and told them to refer to him by the code name of Charlie Chan. It was a devilishly clever deceit, but necessary if they were to penetrate the vast empire of fudge established by Ravana, the CEO of evil.

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Things had been going rather well until their carriage had collapsed. They had set out from the seaport city of Oostende for Luxemborg. It had been a fine Winter’s morning with crisp clean air, bright sunlight and warm comforters. The coachman and the horses seemed to being doing their job with gusto, and the footmen seemed like four giant rats dressed in red. Everything was fine until they cracked their axle ring. Coachman examined it and explained he would have to unload the luggage, the passengers, and with the help of the footmen hanging counter-balance, he might make it to an inn situated some kilometers ahead. He might take repairs there.

Of course, he had assured them he would send back another carriage as soon as he reached the inn, but the noon day’s sunlight had changed to the slanting rays of the setting sun, and now the day was only a glimmer left on the horizon (wherever that was), and they were in an dog-awful fix.

 

“I think there are Vampires in this forest, and they will come and suck our blood if we fall asleep”, said Spackingworth.

“Or there are certainly ravenous wolves who will rip us to pieces, even without our having to fall asleep”, moaned Piggy!

 

“Haaaaaaaaahh Ray”, they both lamented again and again!

 

Yet then, coming up the road from the direction of the departed coach, they heard and saw a slow moving cart with a sinister looking, cloaked figured seated in the driver’s bucket. It moved toward them slowly with inexorable determination, a pitch-fork sticking up vertically from its side. Finally, it stopped in front of them and stood there silently.

 

“Who-o-o-o are you”, trembled Monkey?

 

“I am the Old Fellow sent by your Coachman. Get on board and I will take you to the Castle”.

 

With their powerful attendant they struggled to load the luggage and headed off down the road. It was almost dark, however, stars were coming out, and by Fortune’s smile a robust moon seemed to be mounting the horizon. As they moved along behind the silently plodding draft animal and the taciturn, humped, driver, they heard different howls and barks from the forest.

“They won’t attack my cart”, said the driver with a sinister chuckle. “They know me far too well for that”. Laughing slightly he raised a sharp gleaming ax in his hand.

 

“Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna!!!    Hare Krsna, Hare Rama!!”

 

After about half-hour the road took a turn and came out from behind a hill. Instantly they saw a small castle with its outlying buildings. Its cold stone form rose above them, silhouetted sharply by the rising moon.

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“The Castle of Radhadesh”, said the driver. “It was here only that the first Dracula movie was filmed many years ago”.

 

Monkey and Piggy shivered, because it was very cold.

 

However, by this point they were too exhausted to be frightened and the occasional thought that whatever problems they had, Srimati Radharani’s problems were far greater, brought them into focus. A crunching noise issued from the cart’s wheels as they moved up to the front of the Castle. It seemed like an announcing signal. A small but animated welcoming committee came out of the Castle. “Hello, hello”, said one small but potent looking fellow. “I am Professor Zorba, Principal of the Bhaktivedanta College. Welcome to Radhadesa!  Quickly, quickly, come inside. You must be freezing!”

He hastened them inside, shepherding them with his arms, glancing over his shoulder at the other inmates bundling up the luggage and the still silent form of the driver waiting taciturnly on his cart.

After being given warm water for washing face and hands, they were ushered into the Castle hall where hymn-praising was going on: Haraye namah, Krsna Yadavaya namah, Gopal-govinda Rama, Sri Madhusudana. A fire burned in the fireplace and about thirty young men, women, children and old people danced and sang. Monkey and Piggy felt much at ease. After some time they joined the community of the Castle and College in a mild repast: Hot apple cider and sweet-potato buns. One boy read from a book which had written on its cover the word, KRSNA, in large gold letters:

 

The Nightmare of the Putana Witch

The demon Kamsa then called for the blood-sucking witch, Putana, to help him in his efforts to kill the newborn child, Krsna. She was known as Khecari, which meant she could fly in the sky, and was expert in the black art of killing small children by horrible sinful methods.

After their warm reception one student began to lead them up to their rooms.

 

“What is your name”, asked Monkey?

 

“Hari-pada”, replied the boy.

 

“Sounds familiar”, commented Monkey.


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Chapter Two – Day’s Work

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During the morning they were attending a seminar on the Goswami Tradition by one Hanumatpresaka Swami and then Monkey worked with the gardener and Piggy in the kitchen. It was too cold here for human life but they were on a mission. Factually speaking any place in the Bahir-anga shakti was unfit for the immortal soul.

The seminar had just started and HpS was discussing the theater tradition of the 16th century Bengali Vaisnava, Srila Rupa Goswami. The principle texts for the seminar were:

 

·       The Introduction to Professor David Haberman’s translation of Rupa Goswami’s Bhakti-rasamrta-sindhu (BRS),

·       The Nectar of Devotion by Srila A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada,

·       Waves of Devotion by H. H. Danurdhara Swami,

·       Bhakti-rasamrta-sindhu, with commentaries, translated by H. H. Bhanu Swami.

·       Improvisation for the Theater by Viola Spolin.

 

The didactic device for the students was an imaginary invitation to present a seminar on Bengali Vaisnava Theater to a class of graduate students at Sorbonne university in Paris.

 

Monkey did his proper homework: Rupa Goswami finished the Bhakti-rasamrta-sindhu in 1541 while in Vraja, south of Dehli. The Muslims, including Sikhandar Lodhi, Babar and others, had conquered this area. Professor Haberman gave a history of Rasa (Humor) that started from the ancient Puranas, and then went through the legendary Bharata Muni on down to Abhinava Gupta and Bhoja Maharaja. This preceded Rupa Goswami. Relishing sentiments had been the focus of Indian theater rather than the development of a plot as in the West. Rupa Goswami had expanded the theory and practice of aesthetics beyond the theater to an ultimate Yoga of the soul. It should return to God. All of life was a drama wherein the rules of theater aesthetics could be applied. Rupa Goswami’s analysis of Rasa, and the elements of Bhava that produced it, had already been discussed in various elaborate forms by the aforementioned authorities and many others for hundreds of years, however he refined it and expanded it into a precise analysis.

These were the first two days of the seminar and the next three were to discuss the general content of BRS, details of the section on Bhava-bhakti and its relation to modern drama theory.

 

This was all fine and good, and Monkey realized that this was not solely an intellectual exercise, rather a useful manual for self-realization, yet he saw the technique of “Japa” that they had been taught as a more essential tool. Japa was meditating on a Mantra, short Sanskrita prayer, while finger a string of beads. He had just begun to enter the lore of the art, but already found it essential. By this practice he was actually able to control his mind!

 

(Along with the work of loading vegetable remnants onto the garden cart).

 

One day, before the Seminar, the classroom was empty, and Monkey noticed that Hanumatpresaka Swami’s notebook was on the table. He figured that since he was a spy he should look at it and if he was caught then he would just apologize and say that he didn’t know to whom it belonged, he had just seen it on the table and was curious. Some extracts where:

 

REAL TIME

na jāyate mriyate kadācin

    nāyaḿ bhūtvā bhavitā na bhūyaḥ

ajo nityaḥ śāśvato 'yaḿ purāṇo

    na hanyate hanyamāne śarīre

 

For the soul there is neither birth nor death. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.

Bhagavad Gita 2.20

 

We exist in a bubble of time and space,

   Dominated by the feet of His Divine Grace.

All plans, our paddles, in the ocean of Time,

   Will arise when the Mantra has danced in the mind.       

The heart is our seat, not the lump on our head,

  Mad thoughts will all die, when robustly unfed.

 

Monkey liked it.  It had a kind of rhythm to it. He liked the idea too. That was kind of the way he already lived. It’s too complicated building your attitude toward the present moment based upon too much past history. Just be here now. Live an iconographic life, not a linear life. You take care of the present and the future will always be bright.

 

Oink!    Oink!   Whoop!   Whoop!

 

 

Chapter Three – Jungle Walk

The vegetable cart was heavy, but the Gardener was shouldering an even more frightfully heavy bag of old vegetables. Monkey liked hard work. He actually bounced along as they went off to the edge of the forest. Gardener was composting the remnants there. As it turned out Gardener was also Old Fellow who had picked them up in the cart. As Gardener walked he mumbled from time to time some incomprehensible verses about death. The old vegetable bag hung on his shoulder from the handle of his ubiquitous axe.

When they finally got to the compost heaps it was right next to a very, very old cemetery. Monkey looked at some of the tombstones. They dated back centuries.

“I composts the vegetables here to attract the rats, flies and other vermin”, commented Gardener. “I figure the damned souls who is haunts this yard will get a little relief from their company.”

“Oh”, said Monkey, but then, all in a flash, and a roar, Uncle Gismo (Mr. Chan) appeared above them in an aerial boat and flung a rope-ladder down and yelled, “Take the rope!”

Completely shocked Monkey grabbed the rope and before he could even begin to climb the boat listed far to its side, sliding away, and gathering speed. As monkey looked back he could see the Garden bring his ax down furiously on a fallen tree trunk and cursing them, shaking his fist.

“Goops!” exclaimed Monkey as he finally scrambled on-board.

“He was just about to kill you,” explained Uncle Gismo, but didn’t seem inclined to go into details as he took the air-boat on another sharp bank and tried to catch-up the updrafts below the Castle.

Monkey could see that they were gaining speed and would lift up to proper air space in a few moments but Uncle Gismo seemed especially intent on getting it done quickly. Piggy was already trimming the sails and then Monkey fell to also. Then he could see the urgency. On the tower on the Castle there were some dark looking Dudes muster a big cannon into place. They almost had it ready to shoot when Uncle Gismo took them for a rapid pass by the Castle parapets and they saw some people waving at them and cheering them, but then the leader of the Pirates said, “Powder their butts, me hardies!”. They turned past the Castle and picked-up the final speed they needed to jump to hyper-space.

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“Whoosh”, exclaimed UG, “don’t remember a closer call in all my long days!” He wiped his brow and began to chew solidly on his Jamaican licorice stick, “Whoosh!” he said again.

“Who were those Dudes”, asked Monkey!

“Pirates, soldiers of Ravana”, replied UG, “not everyone at the Castle was all good, but we had things to do there. Do you have the syllabus for this afternoon’s course on Rupa Goswami?”

“Uh-huh”, said Monkey.

“Good”, beamed UG, “worth the risk. That will be essential in this search!”

Monkey felt pleased, but also hungry, “Where are we going now, Mr. Chan?”

“To Spain”

“Oh, good, the rain in Spain, falls seldom on the plane.”

“That’s plain, not plane”, grumbled UG.

Hmmph,” responded Monkey, “How long is the Journey to the South?”

“Sixteen hours,” replied UG, “unless we run into more problems. Take a nap. I will inform you when we get to the Pyrenes”.

Hrmmp”, replied Monkey and pulled his Japa beads out from the Peruvian Ju Ju bag that he hung around his neck.

Chapter Four – Arrive in Madrid

The next morning they crossed the border into Spain just before sunrise. Piggy had made them all a breakfast from leftovers from the Castle brunch: Carob pudding with cream sauce, two baked cheese and tomato sandwiches and an excellent Samosa. “Hip!   Hip!   Hare!” had exclaimed Monkey. He and UG ate in the open cockpit while Piggy continued to work vigorously. He was scrubbing off different remnants of the demon pirate’s canon attack that had stuck to the boat. Among other things there were innumerable, sticky verses from Sankara-acharya’s Sarirakya-bhasya.

“Are we getting any closer to finding, Srimati Radharani,” asked Monkey?

“I don’t know for certain, but this seems to be the only path for us to pursue”, replied Tio Gismo.

“O.K,” said Monkey, “then let’s pursue it with vigor, but do we have to use these dopey disguises again!”

“Of course,” snorted Dr. Gismo, “you don’t think you can move freely in human society in your original forms do you?”

“No,” concede M sheepishly, but he was thinking of Bhagavad-gita 9.32.

“In any case put on these jumping harnesses and your back packs, and get ready to jump”, instructed Captain.

They had just tightened their harnesses and fixed their aviators goggle when UG announced, “Here we are. Happy hunting.”

With that he gave a sharp sweep on the airboat’s tiller and Monkey and Piggy were hurled unceremoniously out into space. They began to fall at a terrible velocity, both were screaming, watching the city rushing up at them, then, at the last moment, the slack ran out on their harnesses and then slowed to a halt just 3-feet above the ground, the harnesses snapped open, and they tumbled even more unceremoniously to the ground. They picked themselves up and looked-up just in time to see Mr. Chan and the Airboat disappear into a cloud as he climbed back up to Bhuvar-mandala.

Monkey took directions from Piggy, and in just a few minutes they arrived at a narrow stair case next to a bar/club named Groovey. They went up quickly because the Srimad Bhagavatam class by HpSwami was starting just around the corner. That was Espiritu Santo street. Monkey knocked on the door of the inn and a big gross man with a beer gut answered them. Monkey said, “I worship your Spuds MacKenzie”, and the Big Gross Man let them in.

The class was on the Fourth Canto. There were many questions to answer:

 

1.    In Srimad Bhagavatam 3.7.25 Maharaja Pariksit asks, "Please describe the Manus also, and please describe the descendants of those Manus." We’ve explained that the answer to this question makes the thread for the rest of the structure of the SB!  Which of those children of Svayam-bhuva Manu appear in this Canto (HINT: DAPUP)?

2.    Who teaches the Pracetas a prayer to offer to Lord Visnu?

3.    Who are the three children produced from King Vena and how was it done?

4.    Ajamila in the Sixth Canto is an example of someone who was sinful but not offensive, what is Daksa’s situation?

5.    Sati criticized her own father strongly, SB 4.4.21, “My dear father, the opulence we [Lord Siva and Sati] possess is impossible for either you or your flatterers to imagine, for persons who engage in fruitive activities by performing great sacrifices are concerned with satisfying their bodily necessities by eating foodstuff offered as a sacrifice. We can exhibit our opulences simply by desiring to do so. This can be achieved only by great personalities who are renounced, self-realized souls.” What are the differences between her criticism of Daksa and Daksa’s criticism of Lord Siva?

6.    Why did Dhruva Maharaja leave home at five years old?

7.    His mother and Narada Muni helped him as different types of Gurus. What is the Sanskrit name and the meaning of each?

8.    What Mantra did his guru give him?

9.    Where did he tell him to do austerities.

10.                        When he saw Visnu what did he say?  Was he happy?

11.                        Why were the Brahmanas angry with King Vena?

 

Some of these questions confused Monkey:

 

The most confusing people, sometimes go to church.

   For their spiritual motive, we search, and search, and search!

 

Yet, if he took his time he could penetrate the confusion and find out why these bureaucrats worked the way they did.

 

Ha!   Ha!    Burro Crats!

(Spanish, “Burro” = English, “Donkey”)

 

My donkey’s brains are rigid.

     He walks the line each day,

But even he was mothered,

     All day he used to play!

 

12.                        Why was Maharaja Prthu trying to kill Mother Earth?

13.                        What was her argument to defend herself?

14.                         Indra became envious of Maharaja Prthu’s performing 100 horse sacrifices. What did he do?

15.                        In the analogy of Puranjana, what does the Queen represent?

16.                        The city of Puranjana was protected by a superintendent who was a five headed serpent. What does he represent?

17.                        4.28.47 describes how Puranjana became a Queen in his next life and when her husband died she lamented and burned his body. How does Srila Prabhupada relate this Guru in the purport?

18.                        We suggest that polygamy is necessary. Is there an example of polyandry in the Fourth Canto?  What is wrong with it?

 

The day went quickly. Monkey was continuously bombarded by reports-questions, from the other Monkeys. They were all over Madrid trying to find where the evil Ravana had sequestered the sweet Radha. Monkey was trying to help with training them to bark, jump, assume disguises. Then they had to learn how to deliver Rama’s Ring properly because in the beginning Sita devi would think that they were just more of Ravana’s magic and not messengers from Rama. Every morning there was the Srimad Bhagavatam class.

                                                       

Canto Five:

19.                        Which of Syambhuva Manu’s children is in the Fifth Canto?

20.                        Name two prominent personalities in their line in the Fifth Canto.

21.                        Maharaja Priya-vrata wanted to stay as a Brahmacari. Who wanted him to become a Grhastha, to remain as Brahmacari?

22.                        Who convinced him to change Ashramas?

23.                        What does Rsabadeva mean?

24.                        Why did he mention hogs and dogs while preaching to his sons?

25.                        To the present day the name of Bharata Maharaja is famous, where?

26.                        He renounced everything and did austerities, but he fell down. How?

27.                        When he became Jada Bharata he was forced to carry the palanquin for the King of Siberia. What was the King’s name?

28.                        He explained to the King about which forest?

29.                        Give one analogy from the forest?

30.                        Describe one hell and why people go there.

31.                        You chose to focus on the Prayers by Hanuman in this Fifth Canto. In which land does Hanuman chant these prayers?

32.                        Who is the chief person there?

33.                        Lord Rama came to do some work for the demigods, but he also came to teach mortal beings a lesson. What was that lesson?

34.                        What name does Hanuman use for Rama that refers to Laksmana?

35.                        What material qualities does Hanuman list that are not necessary for making friendship with Lord Ramacandra?

36.                        By Lord Rama’s mercy what happened to all the inhabitants of Ayodhya?

37.                        Who else lives in Jambudvip and who is their Istadeva, worshipful Deity?

38.                        Was Lord Ramacandra suffering separation from Sita devi?  Explain.

Chapter Five – Still Alive

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Then he would fight with such thoughts.

 

Unless one is very advanced, he is unable to utilize everyone's contribution to further the Kṛṣṇa consciousness movement. NOI (4)

 

In Vrndavana, only Krsna and Balarama kill demons. Everyone else calls, “Hare! Oh! Srimati Radharani!  Please call Krsna and Balarama to help us!”

 

Best not to engage in an argument with a fool. People may have a hard time distinguishing which one of you is the fool. Mulla Nasredim

 

He realized that he had to be more surrendered to the Holy Names so that they could drive his chariot through all these dangers of the Battle of Life.

 

Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna!!!

 

Rascals rant and rave away, but in the forest we shall always play!     Today was the appearance day of Srila Advaita-acharya. He was an associate of Lord Caitanya, and therefore His life’s story was glorious. Monkey listened to HpSwami reading the chapter in Adi-lila of the Caitanya carita-amrta about Srila Advaita-acharya. The Purport to Adi 6.14 & 15 by Srila Prabhupada was like seven pages long. It could be cataloged and printed as a separate pamphlet. It basically is a summary of Baladeva vidya-bhusana’s refutation of Anisvara Kapila’s Sankhya philosophy. It is important to develop practical knowledge of these analytical views of the cosmos. We remember in the Bible, Lord Jesus Christ says, that in your heart you should have faith like a little child, but in your head you should be as clever as a serpent. We recognized almost all the ideas that Srila Prabhupada presented about the errors in the materialistic philosophy of nature of Anisvara Kapila, although we could not pull them out cold and put them in an order. They are there if we need to use them in reaction but not in initiation. One neat, new for us, statement was:

 

According to the Bhagavad-gītā, the supreme spirit, the Personality of Godhead, is the source of all energies. When one advances in research work by studying a limited substance within the limits of space and time, one is amazed by the various wonderful cosmic manifestations, and naturally one goes on hypnotically accepting the path of research work or the inductive method.

 

 

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The days in Madrid were passing rapidly. Every  morning there were discussions of Cantos Four through Six; at lunch time, Light of the Bhagavata, and in the evening Japa Joe.

 

Canto Six

39.                        Canto Six begins with the history of Ajamila. How does that follow naturally from Canto Five?

40.                        Where did Ajamila live?

41.                        We are going to hell because of the conscious or even unconscious sinful acts we commit while enjoying this material world. What three processes did Sukadeva Goswami suggest to eliminate these reactions?

42.                        Ajamila in great anxiety called for his son at the time of death, but apparently it was then in “full devotional service and without offenses”. Why is that?

43.                        Frustrated in capturing Ajamila, the Yamadutta’s went to Yamaraja. What was there complaint?

44.                        What was Yamaraja’s answer

45.                        Does Yamaraja have jurisdiction over all living entities? Over which ones?

46.                        Next Daksa appears. Who are his fathers?

47.                        What does the name Daksa mean? In what aspects was this unfortunate?

48.                        Why did Daksa say that Narada was wrong in inducting his sons into Sannyasa life?

49.                        Why did Indra have to accept Visvarupa as a priest?

50.                        Why did he kill him?

51.                        Who was Visvarupa’s father? How did he plan to get revenge for Indra’s killing his son?

52.                        Why does the story of Maharaja Citraketu and his lamentation come in at this point?

 

The Srimad Bhagavatam is the life of modern man.

   It has its tiny instances as small as grains of sand.

We can count these as the KRSNA book by Swami Prabhupada,

   Or his Nectar of Instruction, the essential words of God.

 

Chapter Six – Forest Thirteen

I may obtain all desirable things or I may obtain nothing. I may be glorified by the most elevated of opulent Kings or spit upon by the most despicable beggars, but in any case, let my last breath be within the transcendental world of ISKCON.

 

There are twelve prominent forests in Vrndavana such as Talvan, Maduvan, Srivana. On Saturday Monkey and Piggy heard that there was to be an excursion to the ISKCON-Spain rural project, near Avila. They wanted to go because they thought that the other Yatris or hosts might know where was Srimati Radharani!

 

They got lost going there but then got found and got there. It was a nice orchard on the side of hill so they sat under a tree with seventy and chanted The Song: Hare Krsna, Hare Rama. They’re waiting for the neighbors to like them, and approve of their tents and furloughs, but now they are planting fruit orchards that hang like a load full of gold!

 

Where have they hidden Srimati Radharani?   Not in Zane Grey’s book number seven. Not in the current ISKCON project in Forest Thirteen. There is a hint of the trail of the kidnappers there but, we must follow in the dust behind Srila Prabhupada’s steps to catch them. It is such a Krsna conscious project. It is kind of like thinking we should go from Brahmana life to Sannyasi life!

 

Question:    Hare Krsna!     Hare Rama!

 

Answer: Farm tools!

This led after several sniffs and digs to: Masanobu Fukuoka and his book The One-straw Revolution. He is from and realized Buddhist culture, which teaches very actively doing nothing, don’t push the river.

Is this “maya tatam idam sarvam…”?

Nature seems to be one of the most natural ways to know Krsna.

 

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Chapter Seven – Go to Heaven

We   didn’t take the airplane, we didn’t leave the ground,

   But at 300km/hour, the train sure makes a “Whooshing” sound.

 

That was the Ave, bullet train. It went from Madrid to Barcelona in 3-hours. The airplane is faster, but not as simple, elegant, nor refreshing. They rolled through the countryside like anything. The hills we’re rich with color. With your eyes you could smell the earth. There were no nasty motor cars plying for the road, only the train all alone, robust with its load.

 

Study, study:

You can work on the train,

And when you arrive,

You’ve a refreshed brain.

 

Accomodation:

In Barcelona, it’s more cold and damp (directly on the coast).

Their room in the Plaza was cave-like,

But the Wi-Fi (if you go near the office),

Both time and space it toasts.

 

Each day’s class is on a holiday:

Ekadasi, Varaha-dvadasi, Nityananda-trayodasi,

And Purnima too.

 

However, our endeavor each day, is to find our clear way, to the books and pure Names, that we’ve received from God’s son, and then chart our course clear, to find Her, Rama’s most dear.

 

Hare!

 

(1.50AM – R(-6)) – Six rounds left from our 25/day from yesterday! Hari-bolo! Hallelujah!  The quality of your Japa is the quality of your day!

(2.13AM – R(-3))

 


Japa Joe

(2.42AM – R(0))

 

MEETINGS WITH REMARKEABLE MEN

Rickey Rama Rim Bhatt was an extremely dodgy fellow whom Monkey and Piggy met in the ancient, curving, streets of Barcelona when they were out prowling as Spackine Platingworth and dog Sizzle. They had a top-hat and spats and spoke a crisp, upper-English, but Rickey Ram was only intent on their money. He had a depth philosophy that life was meant to get money by the lowest and simplest means. He avoided physical violence at all turns, understanding that violence begets violence, and non-violence involves one irrevocably in non-violence. His first words to them, in the street, were, “Eye, Chappys, like a gander at some new art just garnered from the old King’s cellar?”

“Which old King,” asked Spackine Platingworth, with the attitude of a historian.

Dunno”, chimed the Rickey, “but was ‘e who done in the old Duke and filched ‘is big collection of art and furnishings”.

“Are these for sale,” enquired Spackine.

“Now funny you should mention that, ‘cause it is not with any intention at monetary gain I comes out ‘ere. I just said to myself one day, ‘Ricky, you know’, an me misses says the same, ‘Ricky, you might be hard pressed to do something worthwhile in life better than promoting the old and authentic culture of these Catalonian lands.

“So ‘twas then and there I developed me passion for new samples of old art and the determination to see that them got into the right hands, and now don’t mind me if I says it, but you are honestly two of the most cultured gents I have see’d in years, and so, if I can unload and entire houseful of art and furnishings upon then it would satisfy me Cockney soul to its riddle.

“Hmm,” said Spackine, “we don’t have facilities to carry or even ship to our future destination such a large quantity of art, however, if you have something that can fit under our arm then we might have interest. Now, do you have any cloud blue treasure boxes?”

Ricky pulled up with a jerk and then said to Spackine, “Are you from Denver?” No said Spackine, “I am from East Burke (because the recognition code was to answer with a city name that began with one letter later.)”.

“The Queen’s alive”, said Ricky.

“But does She thrive”, asked Monkey?

Beaner’s up to me”, dashed Ricky as he slowly slunk away.

 

M/P continued on their sunny stroll content that even if they hadn’t yet been able to find Srimati Radharani, still She was safe and feeling relief that the search parties were out and in motion.

 

“We will find Her,” said Monkey as he punched the palm of his hand with his fist, “We will find Her!”

 

Piggy lifted his leg and pretended to urinate on a tree as a police man passed by. Police nodded mildly to see this and continued with his patrol.

 

“Aw-ray, Bhagavan”, gasped Piggy, “These people are drinking and smoking, sodomizing and lascivious like bacteria from the sewer. Actually it is worse than that! They have human bodies, but even the lowest of we pigs hardly act so degraded. See, such terrible, sickening, smells of beer and tobacco.  All good luck to you in accomplishing your Sankirtan mission!”

 

Monkey nodded seriously and began to Speak-in-Tongues, Channel, Rap. Soon a crowd of ninety-nine people had gathered, and he really started to have some fun, “Chicken-little, sunshine stroke, chant Hare Krsna and go for broke.

Bender Bobby builds vast barns, but in the end his own socks he must darn.

Cuddle your banjo, take it on a walk. Give it a pluck and for you it’ll talk.”

 

One old black Dude, who was sitting at one of the outdoor tables with a glass of carbonated lemon-water kept slapping on his knees and rocking deeply with the music, “He got Krsna in the center, he got Krsna in the center”.

 

Monkey began to go ballistic, “Yeah, yeah, cuddle up your zither, sing the song about Sita and Rama”.

 

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“Everyone began to raise their hands and sway from side to side and join Monkey singing, “Yeah!  Yeah!   Get it on down. Yeah!   Yeah!  Get on down. Time to go home to Vraja town!”

 

Finally Monkey fell down in a swoon and as people gathered around him, Piggy pulled out a ton of little books titled, “Princess Pretty Skin” and said, these are the poems of my Master, Spackine Platingworth, he is an adept Master of the ancient Hare Krsna tradition of Srila Bhaktivedanta Swami.

 

“I’ll take three”, said Uncle Gismo dressed as a Captain!

 

“Then gimme also,” squawked a hybrid.

 

“And me also,” said Butch Bingleworth.

 

The people rushed forward. “An Euro a book,” barked Sizzle. Soon the ton was terminated and they could not even stand properly. They staggered back to their residence to rest for a moment before the Big Flight from Heaven.

 

Chapter Eight - The Big Flight  from Heaven

The brain it ran as quick as crunch.

  They had their snack, they had their lunch.

 

The work in Barcelona done, super successful, even fun, they mounted the Air Boat and sat on the deck in folding chairs drinking Lemonade-Mint prasadam beers while it was pulled by commercial trailer from the embarcadero to the train station near. The folks at the train station didn’t know that Uncle Gismo was going to put his Air Boat, Allah’s Bold Cruiser (ABC), on their railroad track, but he went ahead and did it anyway. The Captain-Superintendent was extremely perturbed. “Ayee, Chihuahua,” he said, “I have Aves going at 291 Km/Hour on these tracks. What if you dodge the schedule by even 10-minutes!

 

Boom-a-lay, Boom-a-lay, Boom-a-lay boom!

   Big fat buck in a wine barrel room.

 

We’re toast, roast!”

 

“I have been doing precision work since the day I was born,” disdained Uncle Gismo, “I am a scientist by caste! When I was a suckling child I would take exactly 37 milliliters of nutrient from my Mother’s breast at each feeding.”

 

“Good luck,” gulped the Super, and they were off.

 

+ + +

 

The ABC was on the tracks. It was disguised as an Ave both bright as black. It flew at sonic speeds and smiled, carrying merchants, clergy, father and child.

 

“Whoop, whoop,” said Monkey.

 

They had planned not to preach, nor projects to breach, so their chest pains would calm, as the scene rolled along. Rivers, desert, olive orchard, paralyzed-by-Winter fields yet un-awake by Spring’s warm caress, that is Krsna fine dress.

 

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Rub your hands on the racing earth. Drag your body on the brush and rocks. Smear it on your face and socks. Pray to His Divine Grace that it feeds, your soul to become one with Rama’s needs!

Chapter Nine – Heaven’s Brine

“Who is, Butch Buglittle,” asked Monkey?

“He’s the butcher’s son who lives in the village,” answered Piggy as he folded his laundry.

“Does he smoke and drink,” further enquired Monkey?

“I think he got a book from a devotee and now he has changed completely”, said Piggy as he put away the last of the laundry.

“Does he double as a clown in the circus that’s here,” asked Monkey?

“No he is in the library by the forest all day in the Farm here”, answered Piggy.

 

That satisfied Monkey. He made a mental note to go to Master Buglittle’s guitar concert and speak Spanish with him.

 

Monkey liked the Farm. It was a little cold, but the eats were good and there was a lot to do, many people to play with.  He had been writing a book at the desk in the cabin of Allah’s Bold Cruiser (ABC (Uncle Gismo’s disguised Airship)) when he had looked up from his task to have the previous discussion with the porcine Brother.

 

“What are you writing,” asked Piggy?

 

“A book about Hanumat Swami”, he replied.

 

“Oh,” said Piggy with his eyebrows rising, “and what is his doing?”

 

“He’s writing a book about a Monkey and a Piggy writing a book about him, writing a book about…,” said Monkey.

 

“Tell me how it ends,” said Piggy as he adjusted his work clothes and climbed up onto the deck to help Uncle Gismo.

 

But there was no time to finish the book about …. because suddenly there was a distinctive, “Moooo!”, from the direction of the Goshalla (Cow-shed), and everyone’s blood ran cold in their veins.

 

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“Tigers from the woods”, gasped Piggy.

 

Monkey yelped, and beside himself with anxiety dashed down the hall and up the stairs to the Deacon’s tower and then in a heroic rush of daring-do leap from the third story window, dropped to the meadow across the road, five more stories below, landing on the ground with a “Squish”. He then clapped his hands and made a wish, that these four Tigers would satisfied with a block of cheese to fill their dish.

 

However, it wasn’t to be. Seeing Monkey running at them in his Superman suit they let Gopi (the cow) go and charged at him.

 

Monkey did a flying barani and ended up behind the central tiger. Then he kicked him in the butt fast three times and then jumped in the air as one tiger from the left and another from the right lunged for him. Before he came down he heard their heads collide making a terrible “Bwaaaaning” sound.

“One more to go,” thought Monkey.

Yet, not so easy. This one was their leader and he paused to pick his teeth with a tooth pick and back-crack his knuckles with his laced fingers before he fell on Monkey with the devil in his heart.

It was a tremendous fight. Monkey was screaming, “Rama, Rama, Laksmana!” and the tiger was just growling and swearing.

 

Ooof!

   Awf!

Grink!     Gope!   Bit, bbite!   Slug, slash!                                    

 

Finally, Monkey got him in a compound triple hammer with a four gear fuel injected overdrive and the beast called for peace.

Hmmff!” whooped Monkey and said, “O.K. but you’d better be satisfied with bowls of milk when you come this way in the future.”

 

Oll Korrect,” said the Tigers as they hobbled away rubbing their butts, heads and shoulders.

 

Piggy squirted milk into Monkey’s eye from Gopi’s tit and everyone shouted, “Three cheers for Monkey!  Three cheers for Monkey!  He was empowered by Govinda who loves those who love the cows!”, and he headed back to their room in the Castle (the ABC).

Monkey cleaned up after the fight, massaged his contusions and walked out onto the balcony. The air was clean and crisp with the morning sun. There were a lot guests and residence sitting and walking below in the courtyard and some of them saluted him like the Pope at the Vatican, but mostly they were absorbed in caring and playing with their children.

Piggy came in with three p-nut butter and banana sandwiches and cut them into different parts so that Monkey had 2-1/2 pieces and he had 3-/12 pieces. Monkey complained that Piggy had more sandwiches than he did, but Piggy countered that originally there was only one or two sandwiches each, but after he had divided them, now Monkey had not only two, but two and one-half. Monkey apologized for his greediness and concluded that whatever they had was actually quite enough for the present. They was looking for Radharani.

She was dying to serve Krsna: Build Temples, open Universities, teach Mystic Yoga, Music, Dance, Theater, Rituals, all for Krsna!

There were established icons of Radharani and Krsna here in Nueva Vraja Mandala and so it was possible to get a feed-through of Their existence and get on Their track tighter. Once the contact passed to icons, the search was no longer cerebral, it was with the whole intelligence. In the beginning that took all the concentration to realize, but as the intelligence woke up, like learning to ride a bicycle, the consciousness was again hanker for a broader engagement. Then the search, Yoga, passed from Buddhi-yoga to Dhyana-yoga and finally Bhakti-yoga. They were making progress. They were moving in the wake of Her abductors.

 

Don’t deviate from the path, just pick up speed.

 

“But, what a we do when we find Her”, asked Piggy as he worked on his share of the breakfast, “Those pirates are not gonna give Her up freely?”

“’tis a fact,” commented Monkey, “but that’s not our job. Our job is to scout Her out and return with the news to Rama! He and Hanuman and Srila Prabhupada will take care of that!”

 

After breakfast Piggy washed his face and hands and went off down to the Goshalla disguised as a sailor to help Uncle Gismo, disguised as a farmer shovel sh&t. Actually Piggy said that Uncle Gismo said that cow manure had all antiseptic properties, was wonderful fertilizer and when dried made a great fuel.

Monkey liked how it smelled.

Monkey realized that Piggy needed a bigger breakfast because of the way he worked, disguised, searched. Monkey couldn’t come down to earth and work that way. He had to be up in the trees, scouting, moving, “Whooping”, dinging, gronging, swinging.

“I am an ape,” he said, “I am Srila Prabhupada’s ape!” and felt a mixture of intense gratitude, shame, hellish anxiety for their task incomplete, but terminated with practical activity in the foreground of spiritual life – just chant Hare Krsna/Rama!

Chapter Ten – The Brine Within

Dingy Lingy was the Duck, who worked the Goshalla muck. From China they came, all but insane. With feet webbed all strong. They slapped the earth with a song.

 

If he didn’t do this then who could walk there?! He had so much advantage of grains and dried sprouts that fell from the cows’ feed onto the straw and furthermore the stream next to the Gosalla was filled with edible leaves and flowers. He abhorred fish although some of the other ducks indulged.

All in all he liked to dance and sing, “Quack, Quack”, and was every increasingly appreciating the music when the human devotees came to play for the cows, “Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna”.

Piggy took a fancy to him, however, and when they left New Vraja Mandala on Sunday morning, Piggy tucked him under his arm. “Quack, quack”, exclaimed Dingy Lingy.

The ride to Madrid was golden and green. Spring was coming and by hills they were ringed. Monkey played his guitar, sang a song of bright June, days of sunshine, and nights of moon-tunes.

After Madrid for the day, they to Brussels did flay (fly), and another night passed before once more they were cast, into airplanes all bright, that crossed the ocean with the sun in their sight, and reach Texas at four where Mr. Hari-lila Prabhu knew the Goal and the Score.

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In Texas there was glop and a Mexico hop. Now they’ve reached their mail home, in the Tennessee gloam, let their body fall-down, while the mind it should roam!

 

Take a bath, take a bath.

Up a one and do your Math.

 

Waiting for place in bath line, Dingy Lingy made up his face, taking account of lives present and past. (Had he been Hirohito, Emperor of Japan, when) they had lost the long race and in war been disgraced? Yet, Radharani wants to serve  --  Krsna, His friends and His cows. She has Her friends too, who can do all the things, that smart sisters do. All of our games on the material plane, Japan, Germany, Russia, Italy and Rome, are completely insignificant when you see the problems at Home:

 

Hare!

 

The job is there, for you and me,

To build sturdy bridges that cross the sea.

 

 

 

Periwinkle Pentiforce spent an hour the rain.

  He knew all there was that was there to know that could capture any brain.

He was Dingy Lingy’s Father’s, Cousin’s, Uncles’s, Brother’s son.

  And when the rains clouds cried with tears of joy,

He was the first to run.

 

He laughed in glee.

  He rubbed his wings,

With a fiendish, selfish cast,

  That fools they thought, that Siva’s dance, was something meant to last.

But destruction is just the birth of birth, to enhance the present now.

  Your heart is pure. Ignore the lure of the silly nasty Sow!

 

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Sun Wukong Serves Rama

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Chapter Eleven – Mother Ship

DAY ONE

You can see from the above endeavor,

     That their efforts were caught in the Clever.

They had returned from their trip to the States,

     Of Napolean, Ceasar and Rome,

But now they were entangled by Edison,

    Ford and the Geodesic Dome.

 

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f you have to beg or steal or borrow,

    Welcome to America the nation of tomorrow

                                                                               w.

 

And Yet!    Their intractable faith in G.U.R.U. led them on to progress in their mission: Find Radharani.

 

They had barked their boat, Allah’s Bold Cruiser, in Tennessee, at the tiny river-port of Murfreesboro. Hanumat Swami had a very good friend there who had been head of a one hundred bed mental hospital, called, “From Krazy To Krsna!”.

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They were working on a trick that they had pulled off a few years past when HpSwami was working for the fabulously rich and famous, Dr. U. E. Singh. They had phantom-warped the ABC (Allah’s Bold Cruiser) into a Battle Cruiser of galactic proportions and disrupted the communications lines of Ravana, the CEO of Evil, for six days and nights!

 

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Uncle Gismo: Why do you have “periods” between the letters in the word “guru”?

Monkey: Because it’s an acronym!

UG: What!?  That’s preposterous!  For what could the word “guru” possible stand?

M: Godhead.Universal.Reality.Underwriter. That’s what a GURU is, a Godhead Universal Reality Underwriter.

Uncle Gismo was thunderstruck and baffled in his determination. “That’s insane,” he said, “Completely and utterly insane!”.

“Well if you think that’s insane, then you’re really gonna love the next one,” commented Piggy, “Tell him what “acronym” stands for.”

“What’s so difficult about that?  The word “Acronym” is of course, obviously, an acronym”, replied Monkey.

“Go on,” said Uncle Gismo pulling his sidearm from its holster.

Monkey hesitated because he was afraid that Uncle Gismo had some intention of shooting himself in the head if he couldn’t accommodate the next answer, but he decided that he must be true to the truth even if it was unpleasant.

“The word “acronym” is an acronym that stands for, “Alphabetic Character Representation Of Names You Minimize”.

Aiyee!!!!” screamed Uncle Gismo, “You have gone too far this time, too far! For such a complete idiot how can you be so clever!

Uncle Gismo’s water pistol was blasting Ganges water all over the room as Piggy tried to grab his arm and subdue him, and Monkey jumped behind the sofa.

Finally, Piggy had UG pinned to the floor and then took away his pistol and finished by explaining that it had all started when Hp. Swami was working for Srila Hansadutta Swami, Srila Prabhupada’s disciple. Srila Hansadutta had ordered Hanumat Swami (then Hanumatpresaka Das Brahmacari) to put a teletype machine into the office of the ISKCON, Berkeley Temple.

 

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Done Deal

 

Then HpD had started sending messages and discovered that the communication company charged like 3-cents/word or something. So, every time he wrote, “All Glories to Srila Prabhupada” and “Please accept my humble obeisances”, it cost them 30-cents, and since HpD was one of the biggest misers on the planet earth he had invented the acronyms “Pamho” and “Agtsp”.

 

“YOU INVENTED THOSE ALSO”, fumed Uncle Gismo! “You embecile! You Ape! You put those ideas in HpD mind!!!”

 

Monkey: “Hey, calm down. I am his mind. What do you expect me to do? We all have our nature and things to do! You’ve made some real bloopers in your career in this team also!”

 

 

 “Say what you will!”  screamed Uncle Gismo as Piggy strained to keep on the floor, “I never told Kitty Kat to drink the stuff! He did that himself. That was his own stupid idea, not mine!”

“Yes,” commented Monkey, “and look what happened to the rats to whom you intentionally gave the stuff.”

 

 

                

 

Piggy just smiled and smiled,

Remembering many of Uncle Gismo’s,

Other past experiments.

 

 

“Bilges, and back-wash, yes, I may have made a few little mistakes in judgment here and there, but all in all we have been doing pretty well with the scientific application of Krsna Consciousness”, said Uncle Gismo, as he got up and re-adjusted his suit and tie, “Pretty well. Now let’s finish off this exaggerated discussion of each other’s idiosyncrasies, and get back to attempting Phantom-Warping a battleship from the ABC.”

 

The rest of the day went smoothly, although Piggy couldn’t help remembering the last time they had tried this Phantom-Warping at the University of California, like about 1987. In any case, it seemed like Krsna arrangement. An efficient office space and some land had come to them. There was some possibility of contacts with the local academic community. Their infra-structure of faculty and curriculum was coalescing, and as usual   --   Man proposes and God disposes!

 

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DAY TWO

What makes a ship?

     Is it nuts and bolts?

Or is it people

     Who clear their throats!

 

Because we are impersonal, we don’t know how to exchange pure love.

     So we take advantage of Sadhana and rituals from God who lives above.

 

They had been traveling so much for so many years that they were not sure if they could really follow the standard sadhana of ISKCON, Srila Prabhupada, in America.

 

 

 

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Also, they lacked the proper KRSNA book reading.  It was to be after hot-milk and everything.
HpSwami had started to form a KRSNA Book Club to fight The Witch, and do the delightful austerity of reading each night.  Sangat sanjayate kamah: One’s Desires and Ambitions Develop from the Company He Keeps

 

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DAY THREE

Everything develops from sound, from questions and answers. Here we are in Tennessee and we think about something, office paraphernalia, talk about it and we have a phone and internet line, a small room heater. Next a table, book case and file cabinet. We went for a walk around the block, visited the local office supply and photo copying center. Opened a bank account. First the idea arises as a comprehension in heart, but we just go on chanting Hare Krsna, and let the ides pass or not pass to the brain and senses, as the Mantra dictates. Japa-yajna, Ki Jai!

 

DAY FOURTEEN

A Battle-ship is made of time (schedules) and the flow of sound (questions and answers). So far their construction process was going well: Up at 1.15AM regularly, there was time for reading Caitanya-caritamrta for the Murfreesboro, BhSar-Club, and finishing Japa-16 before Mangala-arati. Etc.

Yet, time and sound are all dependent on people. Life comes from life. It is people that make the ship alive, and as we develop our habits and library and class schedules, it is the people, Students, Professors, Principal, critics who bray like asses, who make the fudge stick.

 

People B/4 Process

 

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   Hare!!!

  

Who helps us find Sri Varsani,

        Is our friend and we talk with them.

But if absorbed in money, mercury, Saks and men

       Then their fancy titles toss in the bin! (From a Great Height)

Chapter Twelve – Sub’s Up

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If you Get Up Early and Get Your Rounds Done (well), then the simple life of Goloka (which is also actually quite complicated {delightfully}) is always cruising just below the surface and at any moment we can dip down and put everything back into the perspective again.

The magic will not be done by you, nor me, nor any living being. The magic will be done by Krsna, when we become pure devotees of Krsna. Srila Prabhupada

 

Krsna can put you in the mode of goodness at any moment. The only qualification is -- no selfish desires! Srila Prabhupada

 

Monkey submerged himself in Classical Literature:

 

Great Books of the Western World [Hardcover], Mortimer J. Adler (Author, Editor), Clifton Fadiman (Editor). It was a set of books and sold new for 310 Bamboozeleans/set!

Ø Alexander Hamilton – Born January 11, 1755

Ø William James – Born January 11, 1842

Ø James Joyce – Died January 13, 1941

Ø Huber Robinson – Born January 11, 1948 (PST) and spooky how much HpS’s tastes match some of theirs!

Henry James, William James’ brother, is considered one of the greatest and most influential of current writers of American and English literature. He especially admired carefully written letters and considered them to be one of the highest forms of literature.

 

The Holy Bible, [Revelations 3.14-16]. You used to be a great devotee, but now you are neither a great devotee nor a great demon, but rather you are lukewarm like the spew from my mouth.

[Can’t say that about Hiranyakasipu, no Sir, he was a great demon]

 

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Sailor life is a lot of work. Monkey was up at 2(AM), scuttled his butt into the shower after a peck-load of Japa and then was on-line for the Bhakti-vaibhava class by 5AM. After that his head ached and he went down into the Galley to see what was floating around from last night’s boared meeting.

 

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He found:

o   two Tangerine

o   one Mango

o   four Banana

o   one-cup Yogurt

o   half-cup Peter Pan Peanut Butter Prasadam

And offered it all to Lord Nrsmha-deva and honored the remnants!

 

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Hare Krsna, Hare Rama!

 

All-famous

A person who becomes well known due to his spotless character is called famous.

It is stated that the diffusion of Krsna fame is like the moonshine, which turns darkness into light. In other words, if Krsna consciousness is preached all over the world, the darkness of ignorance, and the anxiety of material existence, will turn into the whiteness of purity, peacefulness and prosperity.

When the great sage Narada was chanting the glories of the Lord, the bluish line on the neck of Lord Siva disappeared. Upon seeing this, Gauri, the wife of Lord Siva, suspected Lord Siva of being someone else disguised as her husband, and out of fear she immediately left his company.

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In other words, by the spreading of Krsna consciousness, or the glories of Krsna, everything became white and pure.

Nectar of Devotion, Chapter 42 (BBT International)

 

 

“There is need of a clue as to how humanity can become one in peace, friendship and prosperity with a common cause. Srimad-Bhägavatam will fill this need, for it is a cultural presentation for the respiritualization of the entire human society.” Srimad Bhagavatam, Preface

 

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Read a Hundred Pages of Srimad Bhagavatam.

     Read Chapter Won and Chapter Too!

If you do this sacrifice nicely,

    The whole world will turn Blue!

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NAUKA LILA

Would you like to build a house boat,

For the joy of Radha-Shyama?

Some place where They could play,

And bring Their friends along?

 

Piggy: Visvanatha Cakravarti said that once you hear about the boating pastimes of Radha and Krsna, you’ll want to hear about them again and again!

Monkey: Up periscope!  Let’s see what junks available on the river and the 7-seas!

 

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 Chapter Thirteen– The Final Daze

Charlie Chan (Uncle Gismo): Well, it’s time to end this book, let our search take another look!

Monkey/Piggy: But you never explained why this book was titled, “Where Wine Went Wrong  -  A Tale of Chinese Intrigue”.

Charlie Chan:  Ah, ha!   That’s the most profound part of this intrigue. The title of this book has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with its contents!

M/P: Amazing, Uncle! Your ideas are so profound that nobody can understand them but you, thank you!

UG:   Tsk, tsk!    Think nothing of it. It’s the least I can do. Obscurity is the mark of pure genius. My pleasure, but now let’s get ready for the next phase of our search. Not a moment to lose. We can inaugurate everything on Rama-navami. Its tomorrow.

MG: Oh, goody! How shall we proceed.

UG: O.K. First the ship. Allah’s Bold Cruiser shall be converted into a trash barrel.

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MP: Huh?!

UG: Don’t worry. It’s a perfect disguise. We can wear bright orange City Sanitation Worker coveralls, look like Brahmacaris, and move freely both day and night through the city. We can chain the ABC to any tree or utility pole while not in use and at night we can sleep in any tree in camping hammocks. If the weather’s rough we can sleep or work in the trash barrel. Don’t worry. That’s what Diogenes used to do. He invited Alexander the Great to join him!

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M/P: You got any idea what we should write?

UG:   Ohhh!   Whoooo!   Hooo!   That’s the best part. We get the chance to work on HpSwami’s Tava Pache PacheAftewords to the Nectar of Instruction, the final work!

O.K.  Close up.  Quick re-write. Gotta publish this darn thing. Gotta find Radharani! Jump to!

 

Parting Pearls

M/P:  Dear readers. Thank you for your minutes in our lives. Please bless us in our mission. Please help us. You might have already figured out that we need all the help we can get. Srila Prabhupada, Ki! Jai!