D I A R Y
of a
TRAVELING CREATURE
by Buck White
(PIGGY)
AŃJANA SUTA ACADEMY
2010 Nov 6 - 22
[abbreviations:
"R/-4" = Four of our 25-rounds/day left from yesterday;
"DTC" = Diary of a Traveling Creature]
S a t
u r d a y (nov/6)
choseeka, peru
b'cari ashrama
7.36PM
R/16
The good ship,
ABC, was snuggled and bobbing at it's moorings in the
harbor near the Temple of Understanding near Choseeka,
Peru. Monkey and Piggy were not quite sure how Uncle Gismo had maneuvered the
ABC up to this little beach, 23-Km from the ocean, but he did it.
"There's
energy everywhere", he blustered. "you just
have to learn the art of catching it".
They had come
there for an exciting event sponsored by the Indigo Travelers Society and the
Hounds of Hubert. It was to be a big hulla-ballu
about how Srimati Radharani
had dropped some jewels while She we being carried off
by rascal Ravana so that Rama could trace Her path.
Monkey and
Piggy just played pan-pipes for these events, but easily explained things
whenever asked.
"Hare,
Hare, how do you do", suddenly said an old man, herd-ding his goats along
the river bank as they were cleaning and scrubbing the ABC.
"Hare,
Hare, how do you do", he repeated?
"Spicking and spanning", replied Piggy.
"By
Bhakti only", replied Uncle Gismo.
"Huh,
replied Monkey?
"I know
you think these are goats", said the strange man, "but they are not.
They are what we call here, LLamas. They give
excellent milk to make cheese and very, very fine hair for making warm
clothes".
"Oh",
said M/P.
"Humff", said UG and chewed more vigorously on his
licorice root.
"Yes",
said the SM, "We belong to a vegetarian community here. Our basic diet is
potatoes and corn, although many people fricassee these gentle creatures call Kewies, or in you language, Guinea Pigs. We worship the
daughter of the Sun God and offer things to Her in Her
temple farther up the river."
"Srila Prabhupada says in one
Purport that Ravana was keeping the gold in
Brazil", UG whispered aside to M/P.
M/P didn't
know what to say. The SM was quite pleasant. He had very colorful clothes with
tassels on his hat. His "Llamas" were very industriously nibbling up
all the green sprouts about and looked quite simple.
"How can we get to your temple to see the Princess", queeried UG.
"Oh, you
won't have to do that", said the SM as he began to move on, "She'll
be present at the Hulla-ballo where you are going. I
hear see is very interested to hear your news. Although She
may be disguised in any form, even as a boy or an old man".
M o n d a y (nov/8)
choseeka
8.54PM
R/25
! ! ! ! After thousands of lifetimes we have caught
up on our rounds! Ooof! The first day of the Cantuta
Seminar was spectacular, spectacular, spectacular. The speakers, dancers, cinematografers, organizers, all deserve a far, far great
venue.
Monkey: Yes,
and then far, far, greater headaches as well.
Piggy: Hmmph!
+ + +
M/P: If less
intelligence is the natural fault of a woman, what is the natural fault of a Sannyasi.
UG: Impersonalism. Renunciation of everything
for their own personal peace. Bunch of heartless impersonal
bastards.
M/P: Oh!
Tommorrow is
anniversary of Srila Prabhupada's
departure. We can't say departure to Goloka because
he seemed to always be in Goloka.
Take rest and
fast until noon.
T h u r s d a y (nov/11)
Monkey and
Piggy had invented a phone directory called the Purple Prince. It was so
wonderful that you could use it to call anybody, alive or dead. The problem was
that they had to accept that they were talking with a prince and be respectful,
and almost nobody wanted to do that.
The Cantuta program was going well, but was a lot of work, and
maybe the people were expecting a lower level of quality, but you have to ride
the donkey you have been given.
Speaking of
donkeys, Brother Ass smashed his toe against the wall when he was in Sodona and rather than healing it is maybe even getting a
little worse. Hmmmm?
We've heard
that broken small toes don't heal.
Haw! Haw!
We're gonna die anyway, what does little
distress matter. Treat your senses roughly. Make the donkey get to work. He
will derive eternal benefit.
O.K. Take rest.
F r i d a y (nov/12)
Choseeka Ashrama
The Cantuta Seminar is over!
Was great success. They want to make a Convenio with NIOS to develop mutually accredited courses.
Brother Ass has a broken little-toe. We are 30% deaf from the amplification
from the last program.
Monkey: Well you can’t do everything! Fix
your priorities.
Piggy’s first
priority was to have his bunk full of six books. He was not greedy. Six books,
no more, no less. Monkey was reading the “Zeros of Zenda”.
They were a family of under-achievers in the nation of Zenda.
Zenda was not far from Barzoom
where Tarzan the Ape Man lived (for some time). Hare Krsna.
They could
barely spell their name correctly, but they had work, they had religion, they
belonged to a family fixed tribe
“Zoom! Zoom!
Barzoom!
Barz- a-lay-Bazenda!”
Everyone
chant, “Zoom! Zoom! Barzoom! Barz- a-lay-Bazenda!”,
Encouraged, the Brack.
Yet, Monkey
could see that if they had a chance, by reading the KRSNA book, then even they
could become pure devotees of Lord Krsna, and Lord Krsna needed all the help He could get. Things in Goloka were really out of hand. I mean 16,108 cows is a lot
to herd.
In case you
have forgotten, Goloka is a place outside of time and
space, where good people can go if they really want to. It’s kind of in a
valley and its Christmas Eve, in the middle of an immeasurable forest, there’s
a rode coming in from who knows where and going out in the same way. Sometimes
people and adventures would come down the road from the East and then leave (or
not leave) toward the West.
MONKEY:
There’s nothing more real than a banana.
PIGGY: Yes there
is, a banana to offer to Balarama!
Monday (nov/11)
Vip room, Miraflores, Peru
New Nilacala Temple
2.10AM
R/-10
2.16AM
Re-read yesterday’s dirt.
Was Friday
morning we wrote last.
After that, during
the day Friday, we packed as if we weren’t coming back. Visited
Rupa-anuga and mother Divya-vani.
Worked on Dr. Bandopahyay’s book.
Saw the construction progress of their clinic. Came here to Miraflores. (It’s the tourist area by the ocean.)
Set up Camp. Started our Suta-siksa
seminar, the Saturday Feast. Had full morning program yesterday, Sunday,
talked with an acre of devotees, noon program at the Indian communi’s,
Gita-ashrama, Sunday Feast in Wilson and took rest.
Obviously we
are a tad bit behind in our Japa, and we have a lot
of writing projects to do. Today we continue with Suta-siksa
in the morning, go to call Dhanvatnari Swami at
6.30AM, and go for a big Seminar on Indian philosophy at San Marcos University.
Let’s Jaw paw paw!
2.24AM
(R/-10) - 2.34 (R/-9)
- 2.48(R/-6) - 3.05(r/-3) - 3.45
(/0) And 90% finished a symposium
proposal for San Isidro Cultural Center.
Now for bath, Hanuman Puja, Temple!!!
Tuesday (16/nov)
Miraflores, New Nilacala mandira
2.19AM
R/-9
We caught up
one round. Had BIG seminar at San Marcos University. I
was hoping the students would be more thoughtful. They are 3rd year
students in philosophy, but they didn’t respond to philosophical questions. So,
we mostly just gave a tourists introduction to Indian philosophy and there was
a nice dance Kirtana and sweet balls. Hmmm?!
But two BGs and 20-small books were distributed,
and whole bunch of super pamphlets.
Returned, Japa, talk with devotees.
Etc.
2.22(R/-9) - 3.08(R/0)
Throat was sore.
Hare Krsna. Not much meaning to the Mantras.
W e d n e s a y (Nov/17)
Miraflores, Jagannatha Swami Mandir
Hari Bol!
Netbook just
updated it’s files and lost
all of our writing for this day.
Haw! Haw! Got up at 2AM. Were
only 8-rounds behind.
Chanted 26-yesterday, consulted a ton of devotees, calendar work,
2-hours at Dragon Fan Internet, 2-Suta siksa
seminars.
O.K. Now its 3.30AM and we got Zero rounds done from today. Pretty good. Also was great using HpN
to look at LOB pitures!!
F r i d a y (Nov/19)
The Red House
7.40PM
R(4)
Goof Ity, Goof Ity, Goof.
God did we every pull
a boner!
(Bone head)
We never
thought that we would need a Visa for Brazil!
On Wednesday
we visited Daru-krsna Prabhu. He built 90% of the Yatra
here, but in our opinion, he overextended himself a little and so even he was
overburdened to maintain it and moved to Alachua. Now he is back as an
Astrologer and heading a Vedic Institute.
After that Abhirama Prabhu took us to visit
the Mason of San Marcos University.
It is
18-hundred and 16-thousand years old and has been being restored by the Spanish
since about 15-years. It is real
medieval and spooky and has five nice courtyards. People knew a lot better how
to live in those days that we do now.
On to Wilson
by foot, through the evening Lima transit traffic for Suta Siksa in Wilson, taxi back to Miraflores and then, Thursday, was running, packing,
getting ready to leave for Brazil.
Everything was
finally done and we humped into Catur and Mother Palika’s car and zoom, zoom, zoom, we made it to the
airport.
Stand in
lines: Your flights delayed. Won’t leave at 1AM, will leave at three. Here’s an
ice-cream voucher. Drink some tea.
Good bye to Patraka, Palika and Catur. Lines, anxiety, frisked for guns, sit and wait and then
to the plane door run.
“Hey where’s
your Visa?! Gotta have one to go to Brazil!”
Ayee!!!! Hari! Hari.
Back through the lines. Cancel this, refund that, wake up Patrak and at
5AM to his house we scat.
Sleep two
hours and back on the road. To the Brazilian Embassy and with them we chat.
To LAN and
they was mighty kind. Could have asked $448 to reschedule the flight but gave
it for free, and blessed our mind.
Next the internet to fill out forms. Don’t have an address hope that doesn’t stop the
whole show go!
Bank and pay
the fee, $140 from you and me.
Back, back,
back and we got it all lined up (for now).
We have (get)
to stay one more week in Lima.
We are hiding
out in Mother Graciela, Gita Govinda’s Student Hostal, the Red House.
Nice, little, wood-lined, room. Own bath. Little cold. House is full of about 10-graduate students
from around the world. Temple is 10-minute walk from here.
We will just
write and stay out of sight.
O.K.
Think this
idea was Krsna’s bright.
V.E.D.A.S. has
to do all the stuff in Brazil until Friday. Dhanvantari
Swami arrives the same day and then we can have an intense weekend with him.
[Check to see if Argentina has changed and requires
a Visa, Embecile!]
Lotta of Japa to do.
S a t u r d a y (nov/20)
Red House
2.33AM
R(-19)
See your
beads.
Knead your beads!
Deliver the
message from Rama
3.18AM
R(-13)
M o n d a y (nov/22)
Red House
1.45PM
R/12
Hare Krsna. This is the final entry in this Diary. We got up at
1AM with 21-rounds left from yesterday’s twenty-five! Ooof! Then we chanted all those and twelve more
from today, so we’ve chanted 33-rounds so far and have been working on the KDh. That means we had to finish the TPP Bhakti Sastri Afterwords and post
everything. Now we have reached the Diary of a Traveling Creature section of
the KDh so we are finishing this Diary so that we can
post it. After that we have all the Letters to the Editor, Branch Report and
Parting Pearls. Those PP are pretty good with our $$$ already done.
Hare Krsna.
See you soon.
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