dtcp090508 edited to %%% Diary of a Traveling Creature by Buck White (Piggy) 2009 May 8 - A N J A N A S U T A A C A D E M Y WWW.JayaRama.US .\/. - !!!!! ovo - 2009 May 08 Friday, Barcelona, ISKCON Temple, 4:48PM We are in a corner of the second level of the Plaza Real. It's an enormous old plaza ringed by an enormous old building. The city all around us is also like that. Seven story Cruise boats anchor in the bay and the passengers sally forth to taste the unlimited tourist things here in the Ramblaz each day. (Varuthapa Prabhu just came in). We arrived at noon and we hit the road in 11-minutes to go to a program in a town named Reus. Should be 40-60 Yogis there. We like Yogis. We like Yoga. Vrndavana is the Supreme Abode of Yoga Mysticism! Saved some stuff from the previous Diarys: 1. Flowers ~(:)~ ~(:)~ ~(:)~ ~(:)~ ~(:)~ ~(:)~ ~(:)~ ~(:)~ ~(:)~ 2. You will die w/i: -Three weeks w/o fud. -Three days w/o water. -Three minutes w/o air. -Three seconds w/o Krsna-katha. 3. Srila Prabhupada, ISKCON Samstaka Acharya, is Gaura-vani pracarine & Pascatya-desa-tarine 4. ASA CAMPUS CAFETERIA 9:00AM - Breakfast (Pack a Picnic) 5:00PM - Tea (/Banana Biscuits) 5. "Late Night Events of Morton Adler". He was stuck in some small town somewhere, no? 6. 20-minutes of Kirtana, 20-minutes of Reading 20-minutes of Japa. Go on like that forever! 7. A book-bag, a blanket, a bucket and beads, these will satisfy all of your spiritual needs. 8. Two Swans follow their Mother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ ~ ~~~ ~~~~~ Z zz ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2009 May 9 Saturday 10:30AM - Barcelona, Madrid Mangala-arati was excellent. On the altar there is Gaura and Nitai. We understand that They are our teachers. They teach us how to sing and dance for Radharani. Radharani is not on the altar!!?? Oh! There She is - in a painting on the wall. So we sing and dance for Her in the presence of Gaura-Nitai and Srila Prabhupada. Chant with meaning. We learned a lot about this from Improvisational Theater. It is not meaning in the head, meaning in the heart. Is a greater challenge but we get glimpse of the result. Try to chant the Mantra with a Bhaktivedanta purport: Oh, Hara, please pray to Krsna to engage us in His and Rama's service! Hare Krsna, Hare Rama. Dancing makes the singing great. Then a little reading, And let Japa fill your plate. -0- Yet, as we pass 50 our short term memory goes and the stuff stored in our corporeal memory goes, so we don't get a lot of clues as to which part of the 8-prayers, Gurv-astakam, we are in, thus we have to learn it by heart, this is new. We have to make our memory of the prayers, whatever we want to remember, more profound, based in the Buddhi, but even we have to abandon Buddhi eventually and base our memorys in Prema. Old age is a good friend for a devotee, (Prabhupad said). MANGALA-ARATI KI JAYA! 2009 May 11 2:04AM Katha Upanisad 1.2.12 = Tad vijnanartham sa gurun... Srila Prabhupada cites it so many times. See how the verse number is easy to remember! Also, from Nrsmha-caturdasi, the verse is easy to remember, SB.2.7.14, 2 x 7 = 14. R(-1) ie. 1 round left from our 25 from yesterday. Sankirtan was great yesterday - Internet, walk, met Hindoos and others who chanted Hare Krsna, five interfaith ladies came to the Sunday feast lecture, "What is Hare Krsna"? After class they told the devotee, "Wow, Hare Krsna is awesome", but... ... we have to make it a regular habit to fast to noon. Try it for our health. Control our lust. Take little Maha-prasdam for breakfast, pack your picnic and take rest. CC.3.6.224 - Let's call this "Raghu-siksa", if we can be so bold. Srila Prabhupada Ki Jai! Here is Guru-tattva, Raghunatha Goswami was assigned to Svarupa Damodara as a student and would never speak directly to Lord Caitanya. Does the same thing happen in ISKCON? Also, VAD, Sannyasa-dharma, perfect instructions for Sannyasis. Should extract this and publish as a separate booklet for Sannyasis, everyone. Text One of NOI is like a summary of this! 2:47AM - R(4) CC.3.6.242 ... More instructions on Sannyasa-dharma. These are like Text 4 of NOI. Even some citations in the Purport from here. These CC verses and purports give stronger details! They make us go ahead in renunciation. A Sannyasi should just chant Hare Krsna and live by begging. Book distribution? Book distribution is chanting Hare Krsna using the big mrdanga. We should all learn this art also. Anybody can do it in their own way. Don't be intimidated by big results of others. Be inspired and steal techniques from them (SMILE), but you must develop your own technique. Like printing LOB and NOI in deluxe on-demand editions. O.K. 3:36AM - R(8)... Now we will have our bath (laundry), Hanuman-puja, two more rounds. Mangala & Tulasi-aratis... Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna... Let the Holy Names write your Calendar. > >> Touch each Name and SAY IT! HARE! KRSNA! HARE! KRSNA! KRSNA! KRSNA! HARE! HARE! HARE RAMA, HARE RAMA, RAMA RAMA, HARE HARE! ({Surrender} If you do Man-japa {chant in your mind} then the two word "chunks" of the Maha-mantra eg. hare krsna, krsna krsna, are just the right size for chanting. {Surrender!}) 2009 May 12 3:34 AM - R(6) With HpS's permission, Monkey is writing a paper letter to Satsvarupa Das Goswami. We read where Maharaja wrote that he had to focus on the task of not letting the mind wander off to enjoy its different fantasys of sense gratification, honor, fear. He had to be strong enough, sincere enough, to do this. Monkey commented that we have also noticed this and struggled to control the mind, and Maharaja's words gave us great strength to focus on the endeavor. SDG's words help us in many ways. Monkey commented further that we have to especially focus on chanting Japa while we eat. The mind loves to fantasize while eating, but how and what we eat, how we honor Prasadam, seems to be one of the most fundamental actors determning our consciousness. We want to be eternal Sankirtana men in Srila Prabhupada's ISKCON. Chew, chew! This mantra's just for you! Chew, chew! Serve Guru! -0- ETERNAL SANKIRTAN As Srila Prabhupada walks he makes impressions in the dust. With every step he makes another. Is each of those impressions a different ISKCON in a different universe? Do some of the dust particles in some of those universes stick to his feet and travel with him (forever)? Also, after he lifts his foot, do some creatures hover above his footprints in fast-time and decorate the different prominent features of those foot prints with red powder squeezed from their rolling Japa beads - ten toe marks, six foor-pad marks. That would say that there are some devotees who stay in the universe right behind Prabhupada's last step to illuminate his words for the benefit of others, but they have to keep moving because he is making his next step! 3:45AM - Rush to the Bath (Fly to Maw Drid) )_)_)_)_)_) _)_)_)_)_)_)_) )_)_) _)_) 2009 May 15 Friday IBERIA flight 3810 Madrid > Moscow. 12:16PM Hare Krsna! Hare Rama! We see no future in Barack Obama. So we must preach in a very bold way, Yes, now we know just what to say. You need some land, You need an ass, You need a cow (Moooo o o o!), You need some grass. And then we chant the Holy Names and stimulate our tongue and brains! One month in Europe was really fine: Bhaktivedanta College, Bhakti-rasamrta-sindhu, Mahendra and Yadu and Prahlada-ananda Swamis, Barcelona, Madrid, New Vraja Mandala, Castles, cows, Sankirtana and Japa vows. -0- We focus on, Our "Pache Pache". Write a book that seems quite small, every page it says "Chant the Names", that's all... .... CHant your NooN GayatrI... ...people.. ...around us... ...on the airplane... ...are enjoy-ing... ...PeeG or CHeeKIN!!! (some day {we pigs and chickens [will eat them...]} Haw! Haw! Haw! -0- We don't eat flesh, we don't eat blud, we like to roll in the river-mud. And afterwards wash it off! Oink! Oink! -0- Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare 0123456789 0123456789 0123456789 0123456789 0123456789 (50-mantras). -0- 2:28PM - R(21) - Lunch! (6-hours after breakfast {after taking permission from the Super Soul (Lord in the heart {not Lord in the stomach})}. If we see the body from the perspective of Srila Prabhupada's lotus feet, Hare Krsna, Hare Rama, it is real. If we see it from an independent perspective it meaningless, like a fingur cut off frum the body. -0- LUNCH WAS One robust piece of fig-cream pie, one apple and one banana - 1/2 of what our greedy stomach would hold. Oink! Oink! BvTh, says, "Aftur lunch do lyte werke". Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna.... .... We are supposed to land about 3:45PM Madrid tyme. That's 5:45PM Moscow tyme. Are you with us!! Visistha Prabhu is waiting with a Russian auto and we drive directly to Yaroslav. (Honoring Prasadam with a desire to serve Krsna is so important!). Srimati Radharani needs our help. By the mersy of Srila Prabhupada our efforts really contribute to extracting Her from the fudge of a situation She has got Herself into. No one loves Krsna more than, She. -0- This typing on Bhakta NEO is a kind of dancing. It keeps us awake. The cheese cake was a lot to digest. Stay awake. Keep typing, dancing. hkhkkkhhhrhrrrhhhkhkkkhhhrhrrrhhhkhkkkhhhrhrrrhh... ...it's a long way to moscow. i see why napoleon and hitler had trouble... ...this maha-mantra is an indestructible seed {thank you Srila Prabhupada}, it turns all of our lust, anger and greed, into spiritual feed. so that we can see distinctly what Krsna needs!... ...2:52PM the plane is going down. The pressure pains our ears. All man's hopes and fears, are answered when he hears. The voice of Sri Hari, from Guru loud and clear. SRI SRI NECTR OF INSTRUCTION, KI JAYA! G o i n g d o w n ! ! ! Open your book, don't be a clown! -0- 2009 May 16 Saturday >Yaroslav City> 9:00AM - R(16), and it's a miracle! Hallelujah! We got our luggage and went through Immigration pretty easy. It's one of the two AIRPORTS in Moscow, and it's O.K., but by European or USA standards it's pretty simple -- big but simple. Eg. the Customs booths are kind of put here and there and they are made of simple unadorned plywood, not metal and plastic. There is only one eatery, a coffee-shop with tables, and again pretty simple. We drove to Yarrowslav. Was to take three to four hours, but it took six. We didn't calculate for the Friday afternoon traffic going through Moscow. Lots of heavy industrys, modern and old high-rise apt-bldgs, fancy bill-boards. Some romance sells, few, few sex-sells, and several kiddie sells - kids are nice, buy stuff for them. Drove, and drove, and drove. And that was after packing, packing, packing in Madrid, flying, fly... (You where there). Arrived at 11PM Russian time and the temple is in an old abandoned factory complex, no electricity, cold water and strange smell in our room. HpS sang 101 songs on the way. All there was to eat on the way was pototoes. (With some oil??). We hoped we didn't eat too much. Take rest, GET-UP, chant 16-rounds (with GREAT MERCY).... Tooke a nap... Now here is a 10-course breakfast for Hanuman... plan for the day... See you later! -0- 12:48PM - R(19) We just finished our NooN gayatree. From 11:00AM-12:30PM was our first temple "Nectar of Instruction" class. We got about 25-intense stewdents. Visistha Prabhu translates. Actually he is like the only guy here who speeks Inglish. Gonna be a kind of 'mauna-vrata' (vow of silence) for one week. Haw! Haw! Ho!! Monkey will go mad! § Personally we, Buck White, hope to eat a lot of potatoe prasadam and write nine buks. -0- The interesting smell in our room, like kitty-kat poop, seems to be coming from the heating vent. Of course, the heater doesn't work because there is no electricity, but the Kitty-kat-poop smell comes. Reminds us of our falling-down, wood plank, garage in San Gabriel when we were only 4-years old. This whole place is like going back 55-years in time. So much nostalgia (Booo! Hoooo!! Hu! Huu!) Where is Mommy? Where is Daddy? Where are cowbody six-guns toys (etc. etc.). Is nice! Is reflection of our love for our home, Vrndavana... ...we are on second story. outside of window there is gravel road left right and up that leads to bigger road. Is county area we are. Free-way, hi-way, is just  mile from here and sound is loudish and continuous. Buzz! WHooSH! WHoooozzsh! We can see the cars and trucks Russian by. (Haw! Haw!)... They are in the mode of passion. Smoking, driving, transporting, building, romancing, dressing. The mode of passion is in the USA also, but here it is more obvious, clear, simple. Everything seems to be like that here. There is no cover-up. People are more simple. They come from a classical time.... ...red granny goat ginger-bread-house garden flowers. (Maybe we will go mad too?! [Maybe we already are mad?!? {Then again, maybe we aren't!?!?!}]) H A R E K R S N A ! ! ! ! -0- > > 4:30PM G(2) R(22) - .Outside our window we see only grey, green and red. // .By this all, something about Russia is surely said. // .One student's paper from Le petit Somme passed our way. // .We have read it and graded it without much to say. =--= PARAM GATI We are so, so, anxious, to fly again. Free from this world, heavy from sin. Oh, only Vrndavana, the soul washed by rain, Can join Krsna and Radha, unhaunted by ghosts of the manaiacle brain. CHew SwalloW ClimaX, chew swaLLow clim-AX! It's just a robot! ¡Wake up soul! You chose to respect, fear, bad association and thus you are conditioned by it. (.S.A.D.) Make the break today. Refuse to work, always play. -0- =-= <-> <=> <+> =+= <^> <~> <*> (=) {-} {0} {:} |:| [+] [:] [O] ../\/\/\. (Sioux Village) [#] -Y- - __ -- -- ----{:}---- -- -- -- .\ /. : ... All Burnt Canoe, Albert Camus ... -0- 8:15PM R(24½) - Just finished a temple room class on "Light of the Bhagavata", Introduction and Text 48 (Cosmology). Tommorrow at the Sunday feast we will continue with "Social Philosophy". It is night but so much light outside. Even in our room we can still read. At 4:00AM you can also read. Who needs electriicity?! PRASADAM: (Some hot milk with honey and a banana.) .\/. - Be careful! Honey makes you hot. Your lips will swell up. You won't be able to breathe! !!!!! ovo - O.K! We surrender. We will become good (not because we are good) but because it is the best way to enjoy. (*SAD*) Yet, something is better than nothing! -0- ALONE WITH YOUR THOUGHTS YOu type and tipe. It's all you know. Krsna's put you where you cannot go, To talk with others, because they all speek French, In every genre, at every inch. ALONE WITH KRISHNA You know, your friend is Bhagavan. He owns the short, He owns the long. He has power without compare, On your head He knows every hair. He wants to spend all day with you. Together you can find so much to do. ¿¿Do you want to go there?? You must abandon your body (Bad Buddy). !!!!! ovo - O.K! We surrender. >> Then, we take it step-by-step. Today we sail, Toss your excess baggage over the rail. EE| ~~ ~ >>____|__> ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~~~ 2009 May 17, Sun Day Yaroslav, Russia 10:08 AM R(19) - Hare Krsna, Hare Rama. Live for Rama, Live for Shyama! .. All we really mean to say is, "Oh, Hara, please do pray. Pray to Krsna, pray to Rama!" .. -0- .. MANGALA-ARATI = Let us tell Your Lordships about our Leader. He delivers the poor, miserable, fallen souls who, like drops of water on the petal of a rose do teeter. He... ... ... May we please perform Kirtan for Your good selves? __/\o_ Hare Krsna Hare Krsnaaaaaaa Krsna Krsna Hare Hare!!! Hare Rama Hare Ramaaaaaa Rama Rama Hare Hare!!! Hare Krsna Hare Krsna aa Krsna Krsna Hare Hare. Hare Rama Hare Ramaaaaaaa Rama Rama Hare Hare. HK-HK-KK-HH--HR-HR-RR-HH ! ! Oh, Hara, pray to Krsna / pray to Rama that we can find you in this day, and deliver his Ring and what He say. ~{( [<>] )}~ P!U!R!E DEVOTIONAL SERVICE - King Satrajit was an austere materialist, a great devotee of the sungod and the father of Satyabhama (Radharani in Dvaraka). Hmmm? And King Bhismaka, attached to his materialistic son, was father of Rukmini. Hmmm? For pure devotional service we look to Prabhupada. It's so easy to be (alittlebit) diverted even though we stand right next to God(ess). PURE DEVOTIONAL SERVICE (¡please!) -0- 1:30PM R(19) - G(2) - It's hard to stay really clean here. No hot water. No, light in the bathing cave. Only ice water! Brrr! Arthritis! Water on the floor. Bhadravardana Das told me that Prabhupada told the Pujari in Germany, under similar circumstances, that he only need bathe once a day. O.K. Let's go for a walk in the factory yard. Sun came for a while. It was still cold air but was refreshing to see. We napped with the window open. Partly because there was only pears, nutz and condensed milk for breakfast. Well, it broke our little constipation...>>>...>>> ! Will we be able to distribute any books today? Let's ask Vasistha which ones to promote. We will include a hand-written Holy Name and self portrait for free with each purchase. However, a better question for us is, "Will we inspire anybody to read any books this afternoon?" I mean they already gott'm, but mostly they just sit on the shelf. Sunday feast lecture, Key Jie! When does it start? I do not know. And we can't ask anybody, Because nobody speeks Spanish, Englush, Nor Hindi, In the land of white-ice and snow. Let's go. HK HR... ... This week: Nice NOI review! (Maybe 9:30AM - 12:30PM daily). Finish evaluating our BVC papers. (Nice NOD review.) These DTC notes. (Offering to our ASA Sankirtana partners.) LOB lectures. Monkey Missiles! TPP we have to catch Visistha Prabhu, and an English BG. [Maybe one day we go to a printing and everything center.] D-E-N-T-I-S-T ! (He says there is good devotee one here). . : Kapi-Dhvaja! : : >>> >> >>> : >> >> >>> > : : : : Looks like we compose it on NEO. (Of course, we have to try to transfer files to Vasistha's computer). Sooo... ...in this way, by making plans for Krsna, we pacify the intelligence for ie. Jnana-misra Bhakti-yoga. Now we can go to the next level ie. Dhyana-misra Bhakti-yoga, Japa, meditating on Krsna, the Holy Names. [¡Always praying to Hara!] -0- 3:18PM R(23) - Went out for a walk, Parikrama, and one devotee went with us. He speaks .01% ENglush. We saw one: koska (cat) & one wuff! wuff! zabak (dog).. ... we saw another koska and he was chasing one musik (mows)... ... we are near a lake in the river (?), new houses constructing. Old houses decaying nicely. Cathedral, kremlim, Baron Yaroslav's statue. (we saw a baron (crow) also) caw! caw!. Then one man approached us: Who are you? Why is he dressed that way? (I guess that's what he said). We indiacted to the Brahmacari, let him walk back to the Temple with us. O.K. The man said, But I can drive. My name is Rolland. Zz z zoom! Zzzzooom! Back to the Temple. He was little nervous to take off his shoes, but Brahmacari showed him temple room from doorway. Showed him some books. We started a kirtana. He liked and came inside to take photos -- took off his shoes. Bought two books. He'll be back... ... koska, zabak, baron ... (meow, wuff-wuff, caw-caw! musik (help! help!))... ...so many things different here than USA or even Your-Rope! Hmmmmm?!? ... We Prayed, yes we did my friends, to Hara that She pray to Krsna and Rama to enggge us in finding Her today, and seems that They were SOOOOO kind that They let us also participate in this Sankirtana movement and dance in ecstacy! Distributed two books to Mr. Roland. ¡Srila Prabhupada's Dancing White Zabaks! Hara is in the heart of everyone. She is the Bhakti-shakti. We prayed to Her in the heart of Rolland (he was about 51) to please pray to Krsna and Rama to engage himself in Their service. That's what He really wants. That's what we all want. O.K. O.K! Monkey wants to use the word processor, HpS's fingers and brain, to write a paper letter to Srinivasa Prabhu, a Monkey Missile... ...See you soon. Hk Hk KK HH... -0- 8:24PM ... Hello, Morton Adler here again. I been in that village you know where it was. Ain't in any map you kin track any no how. Nice place, had all the form of Goloka, but was lacking some of the essence? Why is that? Dunno. It's kind a' like we need our any effort an mercy of Gauranga. Just some soap that spills all the way down. Tried just tak'n little fruit durin' the week and some milk when ah needed it, but that just got me half way there. So be it. Needed that but then we need the mercy of Guru! = = ==8-8 >---=>> {{JIVA SOUL}} = = ==8-8 By the mercy of Lord Nityananda we become purified of all these lusty thoughts. So nice. Lusty thoughts, they have their origin in Siva, Brahma and Visnu, ultimate-ly in the pur'st abode, but instead a' lust they're love. That we could be attracted by that society. 0 0 | 0 0\ | / \\| / \|/ | \_/ So, ah took to wander'n again. I wanted to get back to Los Angeles and see ma kith and kin, but instead I got more entangled in this net that this wizard got me in, but ah always chanted mantra to keep my mind on track, that to Goloka, our home town we want to soon go back. 2009 May 18 - Moon Day 12:15 Post Meridian - R(19) <> <> <> <> < <> <> Hari Bolo! Hari Bolo! Bolo! BOLO! HAri Bolo! Haireee!!! Bowl!!!! Jaya Sri Hari~ Jaya Sri Hari! Oooof! Krsna, Must be really attractive! ooof! But ya gotta have a subtle body to associate with him. I mean, the room is full of electrical signalls: Cell phones, cell phones, cell phones... Satelite T.V.! Man if you could tune into all that with your present mind and senses you would never have to sleep or go to work ever again! Imagine being able to access internet thguth your mind! But why not? It just takes a different kind of body. So, associating with the Lord, Hari, just takes a sensitive body! A generous body. The Lord has no vanity. The Lord seeks no gain. We must be just like that and forever remain. In Vaikuntha there is only play, music, sailing... and Krsna is the Supreme frolicker! -0- We just finished our second NOI session. Again, about 25-Bhakti-sastri students with Visistha Prabhu translating. We did Text One. Took about two hours. We've also read and evaluated our BVC BRS paper for today. What more is there to do? No computer access. (Thank God) We should rest and read for tommorrows class. Take them to Vaikuntha! .\/. - But first you qualify yourself to go! >-> - - Chant a Million Mantras-> |=======| |---K---| |-HARE--| |---S---| |---N---| H |--RAMA-| A R |=======| kRSNA >>---=> {GOLOKA]] E M A -0- 4:41:32 R(19) - We are going into psychotic regresion. Vasistha Prabhu took our Passport yesterday to register us with the KBG; and left to go to Ribinsk to teach Yoga. So its a wonderful day outside but we are afraid to go walking around without any documentation! Police office is just across the lane! Ooof. Beuatiful day! Fresh ari, sun, floers. Guess we enjoy it from our prison cell... Haw! Haw!! Haw! (2nd story cell). Also, on an Ekadsi diet from our last visit here when we was eat'n only fruit, milk and nutz. They thght it was just the same this time. Is O.K. but we have no strength in our limbs... ... ... Even walking is an effort. Haw! Hhhaaa! Hough! Ha! Ha! Ray! Hanuman look happy as hell?! we don't know why? NYASI DHARMA Oh, for the life of a Sannyasi at ease. Sails with the clouds, flys with the breeze. BUt scuttle my rudders, It is an akward empasse, I'd rather have my own shovel and ass... -0- THE MIRACLE MIND So, we was ere napping on our pallet in our cell here in gaol, 'n Hanuman was smil'n 'n giv'n us the thumbs up from the rail, An we was dream'n of movies for the 60's and 'twain, Of spys and scientist from Iraq to Bahrain. [Bury yourself deep in piles of soft foam]. [Let your mind & blithe spirit gabol and roam]. 888-888-888-888-888-888-888-888-888- 000-000-000--000-000-000-000-000-PRONOUNCE CLEARLY -0- 8:20PM R(24)! ! ! - Exhausted. COuld not move. Then prayed to Rama and Krsna. Prayed to Hara to pray to Rama and Krsna to get us to the Gaura arati. We made it. O.K. Kirtan. Six people there. MOst our on Sankirtana. Then some halavah came. (Heavy as Hell!). Then our ... ... ... Passport came! (With five more documints in side). MONKEY: OK! We're steeee.e..eee...eet leegal! We are Tourists!. Let's hit the road. The day is youngs. Still blazing sun. We packed our pockets and picked up our cane an two more devotees joined the train. So, off on the path from yesterday, yester-year, because this is the second time that we have been here. And around the lake. Kids, tough young men, drinking beer, striking women, roller-ska ska ska ters, BICYCLES, Lake, RIver, SUn, Cars headed home. Japa, Japa, Japa. Finally we arrived at the primentory above the river where Count Yaroslav fought with the beer and established the city (he won the fight {with beer}). Also there (Basilica-reconstruction) is statue of the Trinity there. The Godhead. ANd now we are back at our room and chanting Hare Krsna, Hare Rama. Rama, Rama, Jaya Rama, Rama, Rama, Jaya Rama. Pavan sri vrndavana dhama. Gotta still read for our NIO class tommorrow. Wish we could do big fired-up service, but what's the use? We are so fortunate to have any place, our nature's so obtuse. Oink! Oinki! Whooop! WHoooooop! `1-Spire, spire in all Time, `2--Words of beauty forever rhyme. `3-Poetry marvels ev'n Govinda's soul. `4--Under Radha's own control. `5HOW MUCH THIS YOU CAN CLAIM TO WRITE THIS? ~+~ WHICH DOG IS YOUR'S Spanish bite'er puppys. We shadow so many lovers. Yet we have but one amor. Srila Prabhupada's feet forevermore. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Wash his feet. Wash his toes. Stimulate where the rock rut rolls. Correct all the errors the day's journey has bent. On happy, vibrant and youthful, your washing is bent. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Wash his feet in Ginger-ale??? ? That's what gurgles in MOnkey's pail??. . . . .; . . . . . . . . . . . (Carrot sugar). . . . . (SMilE). . . . . . (8:57PM). . . . . . Sleeep!....You Karma Reap! # # # # # # # # # # # # # HARE # # KRSNA# # RAMA # # # # # # # # # # # # # ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Z zz ~~ ~ ~~~~ ~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~~ 2009 May 19 Tuesday Yaroslav, 8:34AM Pretty regulated day! Up a 2AM, Japa, Bath, Mangala-arati, reading NOI. Nap. Next breakfast and NOI class for three hours on Texts Two and Three,. Chant Hare Krsna, YOu and Me... Text One says engage your senses in the service of the Master of the senses. Same as "Text One" of "Nectar of Devotion", sarvopadhi vinirmuktam... hrsikesa hrsikena sevanm (BRS 1.1.12). Then Texts 2 & 3 are six things that will impede or help that endeavor. Read them again and again and now we also have the translation of the commentarys by Radha-raman Goswami, Bhaktivinode and Bhakti-siddhanta Prabhupadas. ~+~ 12:43PM R(19) HARE KRSNA, HARI BOL! We did our class, achievied our goal. Honoring Prasadam like respectable pigs, blackberrys, yogurt and tree ripe figs. (More Or Less). Texts One Two Three are to put us in the mode of pure good- ness. * * Then our chan- ting has in- tense ef- fect! Hare Krsna, Hare Rama. Next is association. All three previous texts mention association. Now we shall see it scientifically. T --o-O-o-- .B-17. ~+~ 7:21PM - R(23) Morton reached the beach and saw a little pier. Hardly one would call it a pier. It was a rickety series of decayed planks lying across a frame of a few posts sunk in the sea-water. It extended out some distance. At the end was a little kind of floating round bubble -- looked to be made of some kind of seasoned metal. Morton wandered toward the pier to look closer. There was nothing on the seaside where he stood. The wind was blowing briskly but the sun was warm. He had walked for a long time and even spent the night bunched up under a tree more south on the same seashore. Now here he was confronted with something that looked like civilized man. He looked both directions, there was nothing. There was what once had been a little house but now it was just a few pieces of the shell hanging onto a disintegrating frame. He ambled casually out onto the pier testing the planks as he moved. We say casually because he tried to look like that in case anybody suddenly appeared from the bathosphere or elsewhere and growled at him. Internally he was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof. Hungry, cold, lonely, spiritualized, he needed help. He finally came to the end of the pier where the BS was tied up and looked at it. It's skin had seen some heat. The sea water around was beautiful and the long horizon, gulls and even shore flowers were really, very beautiful. Honestly speaking he had no fear of dying anyplace like this. "Hmm, Hari bol!", he said and looked over at a note in a platic cover flapping on the drum. "Hello, friend, this gosh darn thing bumped up on my beach some time ago and I can't figure out what it is. If you can make any use of it I guess it's yours. Pappy's house is finished. My nephews been howl'n long enough for me to move to the city, so guess I might as well finish off my days in luxury there. God Bless, Jedekiah Smith" "Smith? Smith?", mumbled Morton. He had know one guy named Smith. Probably wasn't the same fellow though. So Morton leaned over toward the sphere. It was about six big strides across at its middle. There where foot and handholds on the side for climbing it. On top was a little platform where one might sit and a round hatch. Morton climbed up the steps. He sat on the platform. Pleasant. Rolled on the waves. View was nice. Hatch had a combination lock on it. Morton spun it around a few times clockwise then stopped on "H", counterclockwise to "A", clockwise... ... you got it, "R", "E". Why not!? "Let us not fly to worlds we know not of until we have exhausted the limits of the possible", Pindar The lock blinked, clinked, and a second light lit up. Yes, Siree, Bob! Dial: "K"R"S"N"A".... ... Clink, blink, third light. Morton rubbed his hands together, started to cry and gasp a little. Then he bowed his head a little bit as he had learned in the village of Goloka and prayed, "Nama Om Visnupadaya", "Nama Om Visnupadaya". "Srila A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami please keep me in your crew". "R"A"M"A" Clink, Blink, Pop! The hatch dog rotated and the hatch came up. From the inside came the sound of machines working and fresh warm air. Morton realized that he was bone cold. Not taking any risks, he wished he could look aroung one more time, maybe he would see Smith, but just stepped onto the ladder and went down into the Sphere. ¡There is a God and His name is Rama Krsna! Inside he spontaneously pulled on a cord at the bottom of the ladder and the hatch closed and dogged shut. "Welcome, stranger!", said the sphere. "Who are you?", said Morton. "I am Uncle Gismo's shuttle-bobble from his space ship Red Ryder that sunk in the ocean some time back". "Unxxee", said Morton, "What happened to Uncle (????), Goosemore, Gismo?" "He was saved by Monkey and Piggy who were sailing by on the good boat ABC. Morton: "Huh?" "Don't worry I will explain little by little as we make friends", said Bobba. "O.K.", said Morton. He then walked around the sphere. It was cozy. Had a window on the sunny-side. And a desk with a control console and a bed, galley and library. "What is your power-source, Bub", M. "My power-source is the same as your power source, as everyone's power source, Visnu", B. "Great", muttered Morton, a fundamentalist. "O.K. your ultimate source of power is Visnu, your efficient source of power is Uncle Gismo, whoever he might be, but what is you material source of power?" "Sunshine and salt-water mineral hydrolysis. "What's you name?", B "Morton", M, "Can you fly?" "Not enough go-juice in the tanks, but I can sail practically unlimitedly as long as it's not to fast", B. "Hnnn", W ... ... ... A philosphical discussion followed wherein Walter and Bobba considered the pros and cons of different destinations. I want to go to Prabhupada. Not necessary. He already told you that he controls from within your heart. Just chant the Maha-mantra. I want to go to Prabhupada's lotus feet within my heart and engage in Nama-japa with Jayananda. Heh! Heh! Bingo! You gonna hav to control this thing. We just a machine, cannot fly by our sleves. Morton sat in the pilots chair and the thing conformed to his structure. A head set and ear phones descended. His body was locked into a full body suit that slanted him forward. The panel changed and a natural set of hand grips stepped up. Foot pedals linked his toes. "Systems status, report", commanded MOrton. "Fuel storage and power level at 5%. Life support and navigational systems fully operational. Defense barrage fully functional at power level". "Last known location of Monkey, Piggy, Uncle Gismo and Allah's Bold Cruiser"?", M. "Nilacala, the Blue Hill", B. "Where's that", piped M? "I'll explain it to you as we make friends", B "Prepare to set sail for Nilacala. "Aren't you gonna untie the Jedediah Smith's rope', asked Bobba? "No', said Morton. "It was about to break by itself anyway. At some point you have to just break the rope and be completely free." "Oh." "All ahead ", said Morton. He screamed as Bobba took off at some un-Godly speed and he tried to keep him heading at least out to sea, what to speak of follow the sea charts in front of him. "Slow down, slow down", he screamed. B slowed. "Slower!" Bobba slowed. They were racing through the surf using some kind of polarity difference thrust that created a kind of wave around them that Morton had to surf. They were almost out of the water. "You said  forward", pouted Bobba. "Yeah, yeah, I know, but just how @#$% fast can you go anyway?" "Well, with ony 5% power not very, but I guess you aren't used to driving yet and I am kind of tired after all that resting anyway". "Hmmph, robots", mumbled Morton, but he was actually really beginning to like Bobba and looked forward to meeting Monkey, Piggy and Uncle Gismo. They seeme to know what was the goal of life. How to be useful to Srila Prabhupada. Zooom! Zooom! ZOooOOooOOO mM! They rode across the ocean. Morton was fully absorbed. He could feel Bobba get back in tune after so much idle time. They went a little to the left, a little to the right. Bobba carefully sucked in the pattern of the waves and tides in front of them and conformed it into a proplusion wave about 100 yards in radius. They rose just above the water, sometimes skimming it in idle places. Morton really began to appreciate the sea had form. He was a person and Bobba was tickling his fancy by his antics. All of Morton's attention was centered on Prabhupada and the Holy Names within his heart. The moment he deviated they started to slip from the wave pattern and sink into the ocean. Hare Krsna Hare rama.... Hare Krdna Hare Rama!.... They rode on all the rest of the day and then at sunset Bobba pulled into a niche in a reef and anchored there. "Time to rest", he said. No Timingila should bother us here. (As we become friends...). Should wait for the Sun GOd's chariot to mount the heaven's again. Seemed O.K. to Morton. He was T*I*R*E*D ! The moon was coming out. Some gulls and walrus occupied the reef, and the sea breeze was fresh. Morton watched the stars come out. Chanted the prayers he had learned in Nava-goloka village and tried to cook something for Prabhupada. All he found was a blender and a tea kettle. "Hmmmph". Uncle Gismo had O.K. tastes. Dried bannana fiber, Cow's milk. Cherry's Raisina (no protein, it was night time) HIt the switch. Blaavszszszszszszs. Om Namo Naranyana! Om Namo Narayanaya! He offered it to Prabhupada and put the offer on the clamp tilt, while he chanted prayers from the "Brahma-samhita". After, that Dhoop arati, honor Prasad. Wash the dishes. Read a book (for Bobba {he demanded a bed-time story}) and fall asleep in front of the space heater as the surf gurgled and rolled and the gulls squacked and circle occasionally in the moon-light. "Hubba, dubba", said Bobba, "there is life everywhere". [':'] {';'} ~[';']~ {*:*} \,=,> Dad Mom Boy Sister Stroller [@:@] [~] Monkey 2009 May 20 Wednesday - Ekadasi Yaroslav 9:03PM R(29) Hare Krsna! Hare Rama! Bobba started to run different sub-routines and whistle and click pretty early in the morning. "What time is it", asked Morton? "Brahma-muhurt 's one danda from now," respnded Bobba. "Fanatic," laughed Morton. He went top-side and did his business. Had a bath. There was some kind of ship-board mechanism for that. Then he came back down and did his Brahma-muhurta prayers. By the time he had finished he could alread see the light coming on the Eastern horiizon. It was f*a*n*t*a*s*t*i*c, red, purples, orange, clouds, blue-sky. Morton was about to explode, and then Bobba suggested they get underway. So, singing a Bengali Bhajan Morton got into the driver's seat and they headed out across the ocean once again. They passed floats of sea weed, herds of whales, schools of fish, even a big cargo ship. Then suddenly Bobba, made an abrupt stop and started to circle round and round. Morton pulled wildly to keep on balance and then asked, "What in the name of time are you doing?!". "Fuel," was the enigmatic answer. "What do you mean, "fuel"", answered Morton and he worked to keep Bobba from falling over. "Fuel! Fuel!|," repeated Bobba. "I'm down to 3% storage and I feel a sub-terrenean volcano here. Don't you feel it?" "No" "Well it's here. I can feel it. Asking permission to submerge and take on energy." B "Well, is it dangerous?", asked Morton still struggling to keep them balanced. Hmm? I don't think so. I mean I've never done this before without Uncle Gismo in charge, but I have to tell you frankly that Nilacala is in a hyperspace. The part we want to got to is in Gandharva loka, not Bhu-mandala and we will need a lot more fuel than I have now to make the transit, and honestly I am feeling really , really lonely without Uncle Gismo!", B "O.K. Let's take it slow and tell me if things are getting to dangerous. Krsna doesn't demand that we work dog-hard. He only asks that we do whatever we can do nicely". M. Bobba inclined down and head into the depths of the sea. "Whoa!", screamed Morton. They were going down, down, down. It was terrifying. He never realized how deep the ocean was. They went down, down, down. Bobba's hull began to creek under the pressure but Morton could understand that it was O.K. Bobba was actually enjoying the squeeze. Then in the distance, in the last glow of sunlight, he saw the fissure. It was like a glow of red along a subterrenean mountain range. Bobba slowed and began to move it. Little by little he sampled the fissure and then found a hot-spot just to his size and moved in. To Morton it felt like someone who has been suffering cold and wind for ages and then finds a nice cozy tavern with a big warm fire place and good company. Bobba settled into the middle of the geo-thermal and took the rays of the lava like nectar. Sometimes he adjusted his distance a little for the heat but basically he let his hull heat and heat. Morton could also see that he was also absorbing and sorting certain basic chemicals like sulfur and manganese. Morton didn't know how long they were there. It seemed like over a day. He watched the fire show of the flowing lava and busied himself with the library. A certain subtle terror was always lurking in his guts, so he just kept conscious of his breathing and watched Bobba's reactons. Then what must have been just about a day later, Boobo, suddenly "folded up his beach chair, shouldered his umbrella" and they were headed for the surface again. He made a quick thank you to the fissure and surfaced so fast that they shot out of the water and into the air for almost a kilometer. "Whoosh," said Morton, "calm down, how much farther is Nilacala!" About and hour and fifteen minutes now that we got some fuel in our tanks", B "What percentage capacity are you now at", M? Bobba: "78%, I just couldn't get everything I needed there without UG's hand!" "Must be some guy this UG," Mumbled Morton in wonder. . . . Well, they made it to Nilacala, the Blue hill. Morton fell into ecstavy when he saw the form of the Lord in all Hos splendor of Lord Jagannatha along with Subhadra devi and Lord Balarama. After a little enquirey they learned that Monkey, Piggy, Uncle Gismo had left on the ABC a few days earlier looking for where Ravana, the CEO of darkness, was hiding Srimati Radharani. With this news and a robust quantity of Jagannatha Prasada they set off in hot pursuit. Bobba was a little worried. "I'm a Shuttle craft, Morton. I'm no match for the ABC. How can we ever catch them especially if Uncle Gismo is piloting it?" "Don't worry," advised Morton. "They won't be going full speed anyway because they are in a search and recovery mode." "Ah, yes," brightened Bobba. . . . So they set out after the ABC, Hare Krsna, Hare Rama, it's the life of the open sea for you and me. And finally some place around Zanzibar they caught up with them. It was ecstatic. Who can describe that meeting. Bobba was all over Uncle Gismo, like a cat that has found his master. He was rubbing hima. Licking him. Uncle Gismo kept pulling him off of him, telling him to calm down, not to be so emotional. Then he got him under control and chastised him for taking so long to get back to him. Bobba apologized and complained that he could find a pilot for the longest time. UG said, O.K. and then shook Bobba a few times and he became and Okarina. Then he examined him and shook him again and he became a sailors horn pipe. He nodded, satisfied with that and looked up a little shyly and commented, poor man's pipe organ. Everyone else just kind of nodded and stared in amazement. "But back to work you lazy, Bums", he exhorted. Monkey and Piggy hopped to work and Morton found none to quickly his crew place. Piggy showed him where to store his sea-chest in the cabin and which bunk to take, and the where under way again: Oh, Hara! Please pray to Rama Krsna that we can find you soon!" Hare Krsna! Hare Rama! Morton learned that they had a long stretch of sailing ahead of them but then they would be back in Risi-alaya where they had been one year before and had good success in localizing Srimati Radharani. "Life is a road, a spiral. I meet the same men, the same women, again again, but each time higher, higher. Life is a road, a spiral. Where does it go? I don't know, but I know it goes some place good!", Walt Whitman, (Warp World Nine). [TODAY IS EKADASI. Fasting from greens and brains. The Mother of invention for those who cook.] Piggy read that in his book. Now it's bed-time, and into the KRSNA book we will look. 2009 May 21 Thor's Day - Yaroslav Ashrama. 6:00AM - R(19) --- Hare Krsna. Hari Bolo. Just broke fast wth a whole wheat roll. Now we write of love and hate and all things big and little, all things great. Do you know who are Krsna / Balarama. They herd the cows, They sing sweet songs. They have Their home in Vrndavana, no one's quite sure how short, how long. Jaya Radha! Jaya Shyama! Jaya Sri Vrndavana-dhama. Our only aim, to go there soon. We'll paddle our boat with a cooking spoon. Jaya Radha! Jaya Shyama! Jaya Sri Vrndavana-dhama. ~+~ Do you know how hard it is to sail a boat?! Takes a lot of work. You are hanging on the powerful wind, the powerful, dynamic wind. As the forces of nature change we have to continually be trimming our sails and tacking our course. Morton got a taste of real sailor life on the ABC and he really liked it. They would work hard all day in the bright sunlight and then sail easy in the cool moonlight or starlight. There was no doubt about it. Every hour they were getting closer to Srimati Radharani. They had to rescue Her as soon as possible.