Browsing: Memories

Those days going to mangala-arati was the main priority no matter what age. They even had one western devotee taking note of attendance standing at the temple gate at 4:30 in the morning. I was always tired due to lack of sleep. But there was no way of getting prasadam if we didn’t go to mangala-arati. One day, I devised a plan and shared it with Dwarkadish…

If Prabhupada can forgive us, we can also forgive each other’s mistakes and meanderings. Lord Chaitanya welcomes everyone and sees past any bodily designations. I respect any devotee who has tried in even the smallest way to serve Prabhupada, Krishna, or another devotee. He or she is special—like the sparrow who drank drops of the ocean to rescue her lost eggs from the sea, or like the chipmunk who was tossing pebbles into the sea to help Lord Ramachandra build his bridge to Lanka. The effort itself is success.

When Prabhupada came to us in his seventieth year, he had already spent a lifetime preparing himself, not only by preaching, but by practicing self-discipline and the many other qualities of an advanced spiritualist. We
joined him handicapped by our so-called hippie freedom and by so many other weaknesses in our characters.

Swamiji asked us how we were doing and seeing the red marks on my face, I explained to him that some bugs were biting me. He laughed and said, pointing to his window, yes they also come here but I stay very still and when they think I am asleep, they come.

by Draviḍa Dāsa (For Śrīla Prabhupāda’s appearance day.) O Prabhupāda, on this great day, …