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Practice Writings of Monkey and Pig
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MIDNIGHT MUSIC
Spick and Spack,
     My duck, would quack,
His feet go Slappy-Slap!
     On the banks of Radha Kunda.

Hare Krsna man,
  Soup in can, hang his heart in a bag round his neck.

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ACADEMY KITCHEN / BACHELOR BEANS
Alfalfa sprouts or P-nutz roast in the shell,
     And milk-sweet carrots are certainly swell.
The first from the Ape,
     From the Pig comes the latter.
Then a hot-air corn popper,
    From Uncle Gismo, who knows all styles of matter.
Of course, oil of olives in a bottle to spray,
   And a cellar of salt on table should lay.

We don’t use knives,
   Teeth will do.

Carton of butter-milk, frozen orange juice in the can.
   Mix in your Lotta and Lassi the band.
Take a one gallon bag,
   Of dry-roasted potato-chips
On the airplane
   and offer it to Krsna and the all stewards the same.

Rupanuga Prabhu says that Brother Ass is 70% pitta, fire. Things that produce heat: Carrots, beets, celery, parsley.

KING KAN
We travel with a metal bucket with handle and a lid.
It’s as bright as summer sunshine and does what ere’ you bid.
It a seat when lines are slow,
A bucket where your squad’s all lassi go.
A wash tub for you dhoti.
The lid a rotund plate.
Always sounds well for drumming.
A luggage piece at the airplane gate.

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EDUCATIONAL DEVELOPMENT
AGTSP
Esteemed Srimati Urmilla devi Dasi, Sriman Rasamandal Das et al,
paoho
Sorry slow to respond. We had this conference in first place when it was discussed in October at the Bombay meeting. Then Yadu Swami took weeks, even months to reply to our enquiries. He is very active person. Now we are getting it back into focus.
Right now we are in Mar de Plata, very far south in Argentina.
Reading the two documents that your good selves have sent us it seems that Mother Urmilla's includes a very, very broad summary of the philosophy of education. You are planning on focusing more? Then Rasa mandala Prabhu's seems to introduce a technical description of education that will include broader Western perspective and practical experiences with the Krsna Avanti schools and more.
We have been frequently meditating on this conference and several ideas come up. Of course, we are still forming our ideas so please give us help!
1) It is Nrsmha-caturdasi, so the Teachings of Prahlada Maharaja would be nice place to start. They are also nice since Srila Prabhupada makes special note of them in the Preface to his Srimad Bhagavatam. From these we especially want to note that education means to revive our original relationship with Krsna, so we have to offer practical facility to go through liberation and then Bhava and Prema.
2) In the instructions of Bhisma deva in SB 1.9, Srila Prabhupada comments that the Gurukula is for the attached and detached. This then leads to the discussion of the necessity of teaching Varna-ashrama principles for the attached and also for the preachers.
3) Practical experiences in application with our Bhakti-sastri, Vaibhava and general Sannyasa preaching in Temples and Universities.
What do you think?
Seems we can like divide up the work so as not to be redundundant. Please give us our place in the cavalcade.
Your fallen servant,
Hanumatpresaka Swami

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SIKSA GURU
We were so fortunate to have the association of Hansadutta Swami when he was our Zonal Acharya in Berkeley, like 1978 to 1984.  Atreya Rsi Prabhu, in a funny mood, said of him one time, “Of all my GBC godbrothers, Hansadutta is probably the most intelligent, but it’s not his intelligence I worry about, it’s his morality!”
Maharaja often described himself as “amoral”. He explained that it came from growing up, surviving, in the post-World War Two days in Germany. He had to save a brother, sister, Mother. Many times he had to make decisions and do things differently than the authorities said so that they could survive, though without hurting others.  His brother still didn’t make it.

One time we were both chanting Japa in the Temple room after breakfast, and he suddenly turned to me in an inspired mood and said, “Your job in this movement is to see that people who come to this movement, don’t go away!” It was penetrating.  Matched a lot of other information we had about our nature.  GBC assignment.
He also commented once, “You are a man ahead of your time!”   Mad Dave said the same, “You’re going to be famous after you’re gone.”
Hmmm!
One time Hansadutta Ji, ourselves and Laksminatha Das, President, left Berkeley right before Mangala-arati to go to Mt. Kailasa Farm to sign some documents.  We got out on the highway in this new pick-up truck that someone had donated. I was driving. Hansadutta told Laksminatha, tell him to drive faster.  I did.  He said again, “Faster”.  I did.  Then he just bumped Laksminatha and he bumped me and I understood, “Open up the throttle”.
So, I took it up to the maximum speed I felt we could handle. It was about 95 mile per hour.  The truck was hugging the road fine. There was practically no traffic on the freeway.  We were overtaking and passing cars so fast that there was practically not even any chance for any contact.   I had to concentrate cent-per-cent on driving. I have never felt more alive in my life.

Hmmm!

Thank you, Maharaja.   O.K.  3.48AM     Great session with Japa Joe.  Adi-yajna Das is pacing back and forth with Japa and we have to run for bath etc.   Thank you esteemed reader.  Back in a moment!

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ENCOUNTER WITH GOVINDA
The Donkey chased the aero plane across the delta plain. Its shadow flew along the ground to the Donkey-thud refrain.

Thuddity, Thunkkity, Thuddity, Thunkkity . . .

Lead the haughty Ass, to the edge of White-man’s brain, which was a town called Charity with pride in every lane.

Dumbfounded in determination, the Ass then slowed his mighty pace. Forgotten then the aero-plane that continued on in space.

He snorted little, scratched the ground, and began to amble in, a beasty of the prairie n’er before had seen such den.

“Hello” said one gentleman, and tipped his hat in time. “Welcome to Los Angeles, may I serve Your Grace, so fine?”

Nodding in amazement the Ass continued on, and the gentleman bid, “Good-day” and chirped his own trail song.

He passed the day in this resort by eve was tired as hay, but saw no place where he could sit, what to speak of place to lay.

Yet, then, on final breath and torque before his vision came, an oddly painted edifice, “Temple Hare Krishna” was it’s given name.
(To hear what happened to him read, “Trash-6000”)