After 11 months of preaching in numerous countries around the world, I am going home to Vrindavan to roll in the dust, bath in the kunds, behold the beautiful form of the Lord in His temples, chant His holy names and associate with the residents of that most holy of all places. My dear spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada, I pray you are pleased with my services this year and will grant me entrance into that transcendental abode!
Mumbai’s “Thieves Market,” deep in the heart of the city, gets it’s name from notorious robbers of yore who would peddle their stolen goods throughout the market. More tame in modern times, the bazzar teems with items of antiquity like furniture, paintings, lamps, old photos, silverware and more — attracting collectors, tourists, locals and the curious from around the world. Most of the merchants are Muslims who were curtious to me as I searched for old puja paraphernalia for my deity worship. Coming out of the market after several hours I felt as if I just walked out of the past.
Tomorrow I will enter Vrindavan with this stanza of a traditional Vrajavasi bhajan upon my lips:
“Oh my beloved Giriraja! May I always reside near you and have your shelter. I will not even consider visiting the Vaikuntha planets if I am living near you. I will wander along your foothills and also within your forests, which are teeming with beautiful creepers and vines. Should I take birth again, let it be at Aniyor, Jatipur or near the banks of Radha Kunda. I beg you Giriraja! Kindly grant me birth again and again in the sacred land of Vrindavan. I have no other desire within my heart.”
[ Song, “Life in Vrindavan,” Stanza 1 ]
Words in Vraja dialect:
sri giriraj vaas toh paun, Vraj taj vaikuntha na jaun
bichran lata patan main, giriraj tarahati van main
aniyor jatipur janme, radhakund govardhan main
yahi ek aas lag rahi bhari mann main
dijo bharam bhar mohe janam mohe Vraja main
“Oh my beloved Giriraj, I will take bath in all the holy rivers and bathing places near you. I will quench my thirst by drinking the ambrosial waters adorning your foothills and I will walk eternally in this holy dust of Vraja. I beg you Giriraj, kindly give me birth again and again in this sacred land of Vraja. I have no other longing in my heart apart from this.” [ “Life in Vraja,” – a traditional Vrindavan bhajan – Stanza two ] All photos by Ananta Vrindavan das.
According to Srila Rupa Goswami even great devotees may not have the qualifications to visit Radha Kunda, the sacred bathing place of Srimate Radharani. What then of us aspiring devotees? It was only by the causeless mercy of our spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada, that we walked the sacred parikrama marg around Radha Kunda this afternoon — all the while begging the Divine Couple for eternal service to Their lotus in the transcendental abode. [ All photos by Ananta Vrindavan das ]
“O friend, by great good fortune you have attained this body where you have heard Vrndavana’s wonderful glories and learned that everything in this world is like a dream. Don’t, don’t, don’t put any faith in the mind and body. Run to Vrndavana!”
[ Srila Prabhodananda Sarasvati, Sataka One, Text 80 ]
On the first day of Kartika I had the unimaginable good fortune to chant 16 rounds on the original japa beads of Srila Jiva Goswami. I chanted slowly and attentively, all the while praying for a genuine taste for the holy names of the Lord. I was well aware that the special opportunity was given to me only by the mercy of my spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada. I wish to reciprocate by doubling my efforts in helping him spread the samkirtan movement all over the world. Srila Jiva Goswami ki jaya!
In Kokilavan, one of the many beautiful forests of Vrindavan, live many Kokila’s – or cuckoo birds. Radha and Krsna often meet in the pastorial setting of that forest. There is also a famous temple of Shanidev, or Saturn, that is popular amongst those who approach him for relief from his influence of punishing sinners. Shanidev himself, however, worships Lord Nrsimhadeva, and those who also take shelter of Nrsimhadeva are easily freed from Shani’s influence.
Madhuvan, Vrindavan’s forest of sweetness, is the place of many of Radha and Krsna’s most nectarian pastimes. It is also famous for the place where Druva Maharaja performed penance and austerities to achieve his desire for a kingdom greater than his father’s. After having direct darsan of the Lord, however, he realised his greatest fortune was the Lord’s association and he gave up all other inferior desires. We discussed these pastimes for many hours and concluded with even more hours of sweet, sweet kirtan. All glories to Vrindavan parikrama!
Yesterday we took 21 boats down the Yamuna river to the asrama of Durvasa Muni. Under a gigantic banyan tree that gives shade to that great sage’s dwelling we discussed his pastimes and had bhajan for many hours. Our parikrama seems to get sweeter day by day.
Diary Of A Traveling Monk, Volume 14, Chapter 4, October 12, 2014
“Inspiring the Inspired”
Our team of 300 devotees was exhausted. We had already done 24 festivals along the Baltic Sea coast plus a “Krsna’s Village of Peace” festival at Woodstock, and now we were faced with the blissful but daunting prospect of doing 24 more over the second half of the summer. But everyone took courage, knowing that the results of our efforts would far outweigh any austerities we encountered. The devotees needed some pepping up, I thought, so I shared with them something that has been one of my favorite sources of inspiration over the years. It was a letter Srila Prabhupada wrote to my godbrother Prabhavisnu das in 1973:
“I can understand that it is not an easy matter to travel extensively over long periods of time without proper food, rest, and sometimes it must be very cold there also, and still, because you are getting so much enjoyment, spiritual enjoyment, from it, it seems like play to you. That is advanced stage of spiritual life, never attained by even the greatest yogis and so-called jnanis. But let any man see our devotees working so hard for Krishna, then let anyone say that they are not better than any millions of so-called yogis and transcendentalists; that is my challenge! Because you are rightly understanding through your personal realization this philosophy of Krishna Consciousness, therefore in such a short time you have surpassed all the stages of yoga processes to come to the highest point of surrendering to Krishna. That I can very much appreciate; thank you very much for helping me in this way.”
[January 3, 1973]
I was hoping we could all share this inspiration with the festivalgoers, but ironically, it was they who became the source of inspiration while we became the receivers.
It began on the day of our first festival back on the Baltic Sea coast, when we turned our harinam around near the end of the beach. A woman called out to us: “Hey! Why are you turning back? There are more families further on down the beach. Why won’t you give them a chance to hear you sing and watch you dance? And how will they get an invitation to your festival?”
“Well thank you ma’am,” I thought. “Now wasn’t that just what we needed to hear to get us started again!” We turned back and continued down the beach.
After chanting on the beach, we made our way into town to the main street, crowded with tourists and locals. I was following behind the kirtan party when I felt a man behind me put his arm around my neck in a choke hold. All I could see were the tattoos on his sweaty arm.
“So you’re the festival guru, is it?” he said in broken English.
“Festival guru?” I said, squirming to get free.
“That’s right,” the man said. “We all know you. You’ve been coming for years.”
“You’re choking me,” I said. “I can’t breathe.”
He loosened his grip a bit. “Sorry ’bout that,” he said. “I just wanted to make it clear to my men that I’m the one protecting you this time.”
“Protecting me?” I said, feeling a bit nervous.
“That’s right,” he replied. “This is a bad town. Lots of muggings, robberies—even rape and murder. But I got your back, buddy.”
“Got my back?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said. “And I earned it.” He finally let me out of the headlock.
“See them guys over there?” he said.
I looked over at two men. One had a swollen eye and the other had blood running from his nose. It didn’t help me relax.
“Uh, yeah,” I said with a hard gulp.
“I fought with them,” he said. “I fought for the right to be your bodyguard the next few days.”
“Well, uh, that’s very nice of you,” I said.
“I’m the UFC champion for Europe,” he said, smiling.
“You mean you’re a cage fighter?” I asked. Now I was curious.
“That’s right,” he said. “Two years in a row. Nobody takes me down.”
“Is there some reason you are giving me this honor?” I asked. I was beginning to breathe easy.
“You people bring a peaceful atmosphere to the town,” he said. “Some color. Somehappiness. Me and my boys appreciate it. Changes the mood of the place, you know? And we always eat at your restaurant. Damn good food even if it’s vegetarian.”
“So you’ll come tonight?” I said.
“Tonight?” he said. “I’m by your side for the next 72 hours.”
“All right then,” I said. “Let’s catch up with the singing party.”
That evening, with the UFC champion by my side, I walked around the festival site checking whether everything was going smoothly. In the restaurant I saw a woman standing next to the glass counter where the take-outs were for sale. “This is a samosa,” she said to her friends. “And that is alu-patra. It’s made from potato and delicious spices. Over there is a sweet called burfi, made from milk. I recommend you try them all.”
“You seem to know our food very well,” I said to her, as her friends began buying.
“Yes, of course I do,” she replied. “I have come to least one of your events each summer since 1996. You might say I am addicted to your food. I also used to enjoy talking to one of your members while I ate. I don’t see him here this time.”
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Hari Caran,” she said.
I hesitated. “I’m sorry,” I said, “but he passed away two years ago.”
Tears came to her eyes and began rolling down her face. She seemed unable to say anything more. She took up the prasadam she had bought and walked out of the tent.
As we were about to leave, a young woman in her early twenties walked into the restaurant carrying a large bundle of red roses. She was dressed in brightly colored traditional Polish clothes, even a head scarf. She looked poor, and I noticed her open money purse was empty.
“Anyone for a rose?” she said. “Only five zloty.”
When no one showed even the slightest interest, she stood silently gazing at the prasadam behind the glass counter.
“She must be hungry,” I thought.
“Excuse me,” I said with a smile. “If you’re hungry, you can have all you want for asingle rose.”
Her eyes opened wide and her eyebrows went up. Her head tilted slightly. “Really?” she said.
“Yes,” I said. “As much as you want.”
She gave me a rose and began choosing her meal. She walked outside with a big smile on her face and sat down at one of the restaurant tables. The stage show had just begun, and I saw that she became absorbed in watching it as she ate. After an hour I sent her a fruit drink from the restaurant.
Later in the evening, she came up to me on her way out of the festival site. “Sir,” she said, “I came here to make money, but I feel like I’ve discovered something much more valuable. Thank you for noticing me and showing me some kindness.”
As I continued on my way I walked past a nearby tent, where a cooking demonstration was concluding. “That’s it, honey,” I heard an older woman say to her husband. “From this day on we are vegetarian. Not even fish or eggs.”
I wanted to see how the festival site looked from a distance, so I went outside the gate, where I noticed a live-butterfly exhibition next door. The woman selling tickets called me over.
“Why don’t you come in?” she said. I hesitated, but she smiled. “They’re God’s creatures too.”
“OK,” I said. “But only for two minutes.”
She brought me to the front of the line and ushered me inside. “Hey,” said a man in line, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth bent in a frown. “There’s a line here, you know. And why doesn’t he have to pay like the rest of us?”
“When you do some good for the world like these people,” said the ticket seller, “then I’ll let you in free.”
Colorful and beautiful as the butterflies were, I was eager to return to the festival. As I entered the grounds, a middle-aged woman came up to me.
“I met you ten years ago to the day,” she said. “It was at a festival just like this, but somewhat smaller. When I showed an interest in the philosophy, you spent an hour speaking to me and convinced me to start chanting Hare Krsna on beads. You encouraged me by saying it was enough to chant one or two times around the beads each day. But I soon became attracted to the chanting and for the last 10 years I have been chanting 25 times around the beads each day. You also explained to me the importance of following the four rules. Since that day I have followed them strictly.
“You gave me a Bhagavad-gita. I have read it many times and memorized over 100 verses. I share the wisdom I have learned with whomever I meet, and as a result, a number of people in my town are also chanting and reading Bhagavad-gita. Some of us meet regularly and chant together. Except for those people, I don’t associate much with others. My dream is to go to Vrindavan before I die.
“In the Bhagavad-gita Krsna says that to be successful on this path one has to accept a spiritual teacher. For the past 10 years I have thought of you in this way, and today I want to ask if you will accept me as your disciple. I have many friends who will vouch for me.”
“It’s not possible,” said a young male devotee standing nearby. “The GBC have established a rigid procedure to test the aspiring candidate. And you have to take what’s called the bhakti sastri course, and then a test…”
“Be quiet,” I interrupted, and turned back to the woman. “Have your friends contact me. And you please write to me every four weeks for the next six months. I’ll check with our leadership and see if I can give you initiation some time this year.”
It was time for me to give my talk on the main stage. As I talked about the basics of Krsna consciousness, I saw many people listening attentively. A number of them nodded their heads in approval whenever I made a significant point. Then I thought about last Kartika, when I prayed with all my heart to Sri Sri Radha Govinda, the presiding deities in Jaipur, begging Them to empower my words so that I could convince others about Krsna consciousness. When I saw the audience’s response, I remembered Sri Sri Radha Govinda again and felt Their presence.
After my talk, there was a line of people waiting for me to sign the books they had bought. The first man in the line handed me his Bhagavad-gita.
“I want to make it very clear,” he said, “that I don’t accept a single thing you said during your 45-minute talk.”
I stopped signing and looked up. “Well, OK,” I said. “But then why are you buying this book?”
“Because you presented the subject so well,” he said, “that I’m afraid you’ll convince those who are skeptical of God’s existence that He actually exists and that scientific arguments to the contrary are not valid.”
“Are you a scientist?” I asked.
“Yes, I am,” he replied, “and a well-known one too. I plan to study this book cover-to- cover to learn all your arguments.”
“Fine,” I said. “Maybe in the process you’ll become convinced of the existence of God.”
“That will never happen,” he said, but he gave me a smile as he walked off holding the book tightly under his arm.
Next in line was a family: grandparents, parents, and children. “We just want you to know how much we appreciate your festivals,” said the grandfather. He pointed to the young woman in the family. “This is my daughter Kinga, and these are her two children. She was 10 when we first met you all. Now she is 24. We have enough money to fly anywhere in the world for our vacations, but she insists we come here to the Baltic Sea Coast each summer to be part of your event. Last year we all became vegetarian, and now we read the Bhagavad-gita together every evening. We are in touch with devotees on the internet.”
Another woman handed me a photo album along with her Bhagavad-gita. The album contained photos of our festivals from every summer of the past 15 years. Next to each photo was the invitation we distributed that particular summer.
“We keep track of our happiness,” the lady said with a smile.
As the festival closed that evening, I felt a sense of deep satisfaction, knowing that thousands of people from all walks of life—young children, elderly couples, UFC champions, flower girls, and atheists—had had the chance to experience the wonderful world of Krsna consciousness. I began to wonder if I hadn’t even received more inspiration than I had given.
“If things continue like this,” I thought, “one day the whole world will be inundated by love of God. It’s not impossible. The saints have predicted it”:
“In every home throughout the world there is a tumult of hari-samkirtan. On every body are tears, hairs standing erect, and other symptoms of ecstasy. In every heart is the most exalted and sweet spiritual path that leads far away from the path of the four Vedas. All this has appeared now that Lord Gaura has descended to this world.”
[Srila Prabhodananda Sarasvati, Sri Caitanya-candramrta, text 114]
Sringara-vat is just off the parikrama marg, not far from Kesi Ghat. It is a site of Radha and Krsna’s eternal pastimes and the first place that Lord Nityananda visited when He came to Vrindavan. Our parikrama party, now numbering close to 400 devotees, absorbed the mercy of Srngara -vat with many hours of kirtan and Krsna katha. Every day on our Kartika parikrama is divinely special.
Two days ago we celebrated the disappearance day of Srila Narottam das Thakur. What better place to observe the event than in Vrindavan, where he lived for many years studying under Srila Jiva Goswami with his dear friends, Srinivas Acarya and Syamananda Pandit. Emotions were running very deep in the devotees hearts during the celebrations.
Yesterday we went to Gokula, in the Vrindavan countryside near the Yamuna river. There we heard the pastimes of Krsna killing the Putana witch and sereral other demons. But mostly we focused on Mother Yasoda binding the Lord with her love. Hearing the Damodar pastime in the very place that it happened had a special significance. And the kirtan afterwards? It was out of this world!
Govardhan parikrama is always one of the highlights for devotees during the month of Kartika in Vrindavan. Our parikrama party swelled to over 450 devotees as we walked around the sacred mountain, all the while praying to Giriraja to one day be able to reside eternally in Sri Vrindavan Dhama.
Two days ago we formally welcomed a number of devotees into our Gaudiya Vaisnava family – Srila Prabhupada’s ISKCON – by accepting them as disciples. The joy of the occasion was evident on the candidates faces and captured most expertly by our Kartika parikrama photographer, Ananta Vrindavan dasa. The ceremony took place near ISKCON’s gosala, with the cows mooing in the background.
Yavat and Ter Kadamba are favorite desinations for pilgrims visiting Vrindavan.Yavat is where Radharani lived with Her “husband” Abhimanyu. Ter Kadamaba is where Nanda Maharaja had a gosala of cows. It is also one of the places that Srila Rupa Goswami did bhajan. Our parikrama party sat for hours hearing the different pastimes that took place in these transcendental sites and relished bhajans led by Madhava prabhu and Bada Haridas. We are are feeling truely bessed and spiritually enriched in this auspicious month of Kartika here in Sri Vrindavan Dhama.
“From the very birth of Lord Hari this place of Vraja had again become complete with all worldly opulences. And since Vraja was the place of residence of Sri Hari it had especially become the playground of all Lakshmis ( gopis). Moreover, just like the beautiful rabbit-marked moon beautifully stands out among the various stars, the form of Sri Radha was especially magnificent among them all. Moreover, the moon in it’s waxing phase only exhibits it’s ordinary brightness, but Sri Radha exhibited a beautiful brightness filled with amazing qualities.” [ Srila Jiva Goswami, Gopal-purva-campu, 15th Purana ]
Last night Brahmananda Dasa launched a new book “Swamiji” wherein Steven J. Rosen ( Satyaraja dasa ) recounts Brahmananda prabhu’s service and association with Srila Prabhupada in the early years of the Hare Krishna Movement. While reading and commenting on the book, published by Torchlight Publishing, Inc. Brahmananda prabhu gave rare and valuable insights into the life of Srila Prabhupada in those formative years. Recounting his spiritual masters glories he was several times moved to tears, as was the audience. There were a number of senior Prabhupada disciples present. I considered the evening one of the highlights of my visit to Vrindavan this Kartika. I am forever indebted to Brahmananda prabhu for he, along with his brother Gargamuni dasa and Visnujana Swami, stayed with me in my apartment in Ann Arbor, Michigan in 1971 and influenced me to become a devotee. [ ‘Swamiji’ will be available in a couple of weeks on Amazon.com ]
Yesterday we visited Pavana-sarovara, a sacred lake near Nandagram. Our program was the same as everyday; hearing and chanting the glories of Lord. Such sravanam and kirtanam seems to be especially potent in the holy dhama. Local tradition says that the results of any spiritual practice done in Vrindavan dhama is magnified a thousand times. Perhaps that’s why Srila Prabhupada often encouraged his disciples to come visit these sacred places and return to their country’s of birth purified and ready to share their good fortune with others.
Yesterday we visited Premavan, the forest of love. Within Premavan is Prema-sarovara, a lake of love made from the combined tears of Radha and Krsna when they experienced intense separation from each other. The scenery there is reminiscent of what Vrindavan must have been like when Krsna was present thousands of years ago. We spent longer at Prema-sarovara than other places we have visited this month, trying to fathom the deep emotions of pure devotional service to the Lord.
October 22, 2014
Dear disciples: a new Kartika parikrama class entitled, ‘Red Ribbon’, is available on www.narottam.com. The class is about Lord Krsna’s pastimes as Damodar in Gokul.
October 22, 2014
Usually when someone mentions the downtown area of a city it conjures up images of big buildings, traffic jams, bars and discos. But downtown Vrindavan is a different story. The center of Vrindavan is full of ancient temples, deities, sadhus, stores selling devotional paraphernalia and cows and monkeys meandering through the streets. The other day our parikrama party visited the old temple of Radha Gokulananda in the center of Vrindavan. In the temple compound Madhava das and Bada Haridas prabhu led kirtan and then Sitala dasi spoke on the glories to Srila Lokanath das Goswami, who’s samadhi is situated just nearby. We left downtown Vrindavan later in the afternoon feeling purified and uplifted. Our photographer, Ananta Vrindavan das, caught the mood of the day.
October 22, 2014
Dear disciples: “Churning The Ocean Of Loving Sentiments,” a class given in Premavan [ the forest of love ] on the banks of Prema-sarovara [ the lake of love ] in Sri Vrindavan Dhama is available now on www.narottam.com. The class discusses the loving sentiments of Radha and Krsna in the mood of separation.
October 24, 2014
Vrinda kunda is situated in a beautiful rural area of Vrndavan Dhama. It is the place of Vrinda devi, who, as the helper of Purnamasi plays an important role in planning the daily pastimes of Radha and Krsna in Vraja. In that most sacred spot we had bhajan and Daivi Sakti dasi enlightened us about the glories of Vrinda devi and her kunda.
Tomorrow, October 25, ISKCON devotees in Vrindavan will officially launch a new book entitled, “Yamuna Devi – A Life of Unalloyed Devotion.” The two-volume set, authored by Yamuna devi’s dearmost friend Dinatarini dasi, describes Yamuna’s devi’s life as a devotee of Krsna and most notably as a disciple of her spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada. This evening, along with several godbrothers and godsisters, we had the honor to first offer the books to Srila Prabhupada at his samadhi mandir. We also showed the books to the deities on the alter of the Krishna Balarama Mandir.Then a small group of us went to Srila Prabhupada’s house and showed the books to him there. As Bada Haridas led kirtan emotions were deep as everyone remembered the loving service of Yamuna dasi to her spiritual master.To learn more about the book and to order copies please visit: www.krishnamagic.com
My dear disciples and devotees on our parikrama party,
Please accept my blessings. All glories to Srila Prabhupada.
Please forgive me for not being present tomorrow for the festival at the Krsna Balarama Mandir in Vrindavan honoring Srila Prabhupada’s departure pastime. Though my spiritual master lives forever in his books and instructions, I have not been able to reconcile the fact that since his sudden demise 37 years ago, I will not have his personal association again in this lifetime. This reality was, and continues to be, simply too painful for me.
In our Gaudiya tradition we celebrate both the appearance and disappearance of the spiritual master. But I will break from tradition on this occasion because it is not within my heart to celebrate my spiritual master’s worldly demise. While many will rightly celebrate with kirtan, katha and feasting, I prefer to spend the time quietly alone … or with a close godbrother. Or perhaps to keep my mind distracted from the facts, I will visit one or two holy places here in Vrindavan and wait for the day to pass. Certainly I will remember my beloved spiritual master on his departure day, but in the mood that I am actively serving his mission as he continues to guide me and inspire me with his infinite mercy and blessings.
Srila Prabhupada once wrote to me that he appreciated my feelings of separation from him, which I had expressed in a letter to His Divine Grace after he left our Detroit temple in 1971. He added, “I am also feeling separation from my guru maharaja, but I feel he is always watching over and protecting me.” So tomorrow I will follow in his footsteps and remember that my spiritual master is never far from me, for in reality he is, “always watching over and protecting me.”
All glories to Srila Prabhupada!
Your’s always in his service,
Because our parikrama party consists mainly of Russian and Ukraine devotees we observed Govardhan Puja at the Radha Gokulananda Temple in Vrindavan, so we could translate each of the English lectures and talks into Russian. Everyone was excited because on the main alter of the temple is the Govardhan-sila that Lord Caitanya gave Raghunatha das Goswami. Thus the kirtan, katha and prasadam were truly, “out of this world.” Jai Giriraja Govardhana!
The other day we visited Surya-kunda, where the Sun God performed austerities to see and serve Lord Krsna. His wish was fulfilled when Srimate Radharani asked him to warm the Lord’s transcendental body with his rays after Krsna came out of the water from battling the Kaliya serpent. Surya kund is also a place where Radha and Krsna meet regularly for Their pastimes. Our parikrama party spent the whole morning and part of the afternoon discussing the numerous pastimes that take place at Surya kunda.
Scripture says that Vrindavan is the most sacred place within the universe. Within Vrindavan, Govardhana Hill is considered the most holy. And on that transcendental mountain the lake of Radha Kunda is most sacred of all. The photography of Ananta Vrindavan das shows us why …
Announcing the Sadhu Sanga Retreat 2015
Dates : Memorial Day Weekend: May 22 to May 25, 2015
Venue : Boone, North Carolina, USA. The retreat center is located in the majestic Blue Ridge Mountains. The center covers 381 acres of forested mountains, with the main retreat facility set on the mountaintop.
Website : www.sadhusangaretreat.com
Confirmed Guests : Radhanatha Swami, Sacinandana Swami, Giriraj Swami, Indradyumna Swami, Bada Haridas prabhu, Madhava prabhu, Aditi Dukhaha prabhu, Gaura Vani prabhu.
Registration : Devotees can get registration discounts if they sign up before December 31. For further information contact Rama Vijaya dasa at +1 512 535 3747 or send an email to: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Dear Disciples: Two new Kartika parikrama classes are available on www.narottam.com: “The Glories Of Govardhan Hill” and “Pastimes Of The Sun God In Vrindavana.” Nectar from the land of love and bliss.