www.jayarama.us/archives/trash-8000.txt (rev. 120620) Practice Writings of Monkey and Piggy ANJANA SUTA ACADEMY WORLD CLASSICAL CULTURES: India, the Sixth Sex Chapter Four (continued) The Fourth Sex – Celibate Life. We landed in Dehli and saw Lois one more time at the luggage round-table. She had friends from the Rama-Krishna Mission meeting her. I talked with the Krsna Das, and in the end junked my plans to do a sight-seeing tour of Dehli because he was going to the Hare Krsna city of Vrndavana and said that, “Yes, please come along!” Zooo, ve got in zee taxzee and headed south. About a 4-hour trip. It’s on the Grand Trunk Road that was originally built by the British, but even before that it must have been a link between Agra, where is the Taj Mahal, and Dehli, for the Arabic conquerors. Of course the river Yamuna goes from Delhi through Vrndavana to Agra. I asked him about the peach colored dress he wore. Does the color mean something? “Fire”, he said, “this is the color one puts on when he is burning up his material existence.” “What is matter and what is spirit”, asked Dr. Gomez? “What lives and bubbles and climbs and dives, is that which the poets call “alive””, he responded. “Unk”, I responded. He nodded and said, “We are celibate students. That is the color. If you take lifelong vows it is called Sannyasa and you wear this color to the end. Stick to the song and let the ladies follow along, at a safe distance. “Men are like butter and women are like fire. There is not ‘special butter’ that doesn’t melt when he talks, sees, touches and embraces the fair sex. So, our Order has tremendous detailed information about how to do service in this situation. He should see all women as Mothers and not even talk to them en secluded places. It is a natural, happy life and then every girl can have so many “brothers”. If this cultural consciousness is there, then historically, most men do not get married. This is natural. So there is automatic population control.” Back Home Back to Dog Head It is now one month since we wrote about this trip to India and these thoughts about sex. We’ve returned to Barcelona and our head is absorbed like a bulky cart-dog once again in maintaining our family with pomp and grandeur. We met a friend of Krsna Das while we were in Mathura. His name was Bhakta Jackie, and wrote and sang of lyrical themes, “My donkey sings of Krsna’s land in tones both strong and long. He sees Him in his heart of hearts and brays his lighthouse songs, ‘Haw! Ray! Haw! Ray!’ he’d shake and say. Without a doubt in life before, he was an agent who paced the floor, and made the sub-terns wax with grief, from their heavy loads there’s no relief. Yet, all the while a Krsna Bhakta who paid for feasts, and thus he takes his birth, and by ass-loads carrying gets release, from his former Princely excess.” All glories to the merciful land of Sri Vrndavana Dhama. Chapter Five POPULATION CONTROL We discussed a lot of things, but one central idea in Hare Krsna’s praxiology is that monastic life is natural for most guys. I can see that -- Simple living, Lots of independence, Anarchy. The Duke marries 25-girls, many nice girls who can’t get a husband, and gives them each one son. They’re happy. The Duchess has five sons, but it’s all a big happy family, everyone sharing their sons, mothers, brother. The men live in the monastic community near the village and grow herbs, run a clinic, teach primary school for anybody, research advanced knowledge. Like brothers to the ladies. In this way the human population is naturally controlled. It is only when there is so, so, so much technology for, artificial glorification of the gross sexual features of women, that there is this ejaculation pressure of 3.2 times per week as reported by Kinsey. Then the poor ladies think that they are something special because now they have so much power in society and all hell results because society has to satisfy their desires arising out of mental concoction. Ooof! Lady Macbeth. Wee Willie Winkie tumbled out of bed. Back in Barcelona we try to please our head. Yet now we are much wiser and it’s a gain that passes death. We can see that very quickly with liberty we’ll be blest. Free to create Power Point shows for Govinda! # # # Waxing Bright with Language. We often Leave our Trace, On Pages of White Paper, By the strength of His Divine Grace. Walking in the streets of Victorian England, days before the birth of Swami Prabhupada, and simultaneous with the acts of Sherlock Holmes, Krsna is always associated with His friends and servants. Their-all presence illuminates a patch of brightness as they move along the street. In that patch there is the Holy presence of Sri Vrndavana-dhama: The meadow, the grass, the wild-flower, cow, cow-herds, boys, friends, mothers. All who come in contact with this patch are in absolute, uninterrupted, bliss and desire to participate for Krsna’s SATISFACTION. Hare Krsna… . . . such is our false ego that we dally in speculation on reality, Goloka. Otherwise, maybe it is perception of Krsna-lila expanded everywhere: “sthavara jangama dekhi…, CC, ‘Meeting of Lord Caitanya with Ramananda Rai’”. “Once the Lord desired to go early in the morning with all His cowherd boyfriends to the forest, where they were to assemble together and take lunch. As soon as He got up from bed, He blew His buffalo-horn bugle and called all His friends together.”, KRSNA, Aghasura. How early was that? Civil Dawn? Nautical Dawn? Whatever it was, it was a big, big show: Oink! Gronk! WhooP! Crunch… Just imagine the sound of that many flutes. Honk! Honk! Tweet! Tweet… All the boys played in harmony, joining different subgroups so that 20 or 30 flutes played one motif and another group contrasted or complimented them to fit in with something even more intimate. Whoomp! Whoomp! Tlooonk! Tlooonk! Then Maya-devi came up with SUCH a demon that even Krsna was amazed! “Hey, whatta ya think of that, my Lord!!? Pretty clever, huh?” Krsna, “Wow, amaaaazing! This is amaaazing! Never, ever, ever seen an Aghasura like this one. Amaaaazing!” Maya-devi, “Oh, it’s nothing really, just a little insignificant offer. Hope you like it. Nothing really.” AND on another time Krsna didn’t even go with His enormous band but was just walking with a calf and a few friends who were talking amongst themselves and halfway attentive to moving and following the calves as they moved along the forest cropping grass. Krsna casually examines different flowers, plops out on a little mound of loam to rest in the cool shade as the hot sun begins to warm the fields outside. He plays with a stick and talks with his friends as they and all the calves also settle down in this shady grove to wait out the afternoon. The calves start to chew their cud.