My trip to India brought a few surprises. It’s been some years since I was last there and things are changing fast. The cities are still the same bustling mess of teeming madness, much like anywhere else I suppose, but it’s in the outlying rural areas that I was most shocked. In my many visits to India I’ve always headed straight for a small village called Vrindavan, the most sacred place for Hindus where Krishna appeared some 5000 years ago. Last time there I remember taking pleasant rickshaw rides down a sandy road, greeted by welcoming cries from friendly locals as they drove their oxcarts or pedaled their pre-war bicycles with their entire familes somehow perched aboard. Cows and bulls lay peacefully in the centre of the road and barefoot women strolled by with two or three large pots of milk or yogurt balanced perfectly on their heads. On all sides temple bells rang out along with the prayers and chants of hundreds of holy men.
I had naively imagined that this timeless scene would never change. After all, India has withstood many invasions over the centuries, shrugging them off to maintain a lifestyle unchanged for millenia. But now it seems it faces its greatest challenge. The road I remember is now a wide paved affair, with horn-blaring four wheelers constantly jostling the rickshaws. Radios blast out rock music, and mobile phone shops and electrical goods sellers are replacing the tea stands and cloth shops. The holy men have retreated back to some distance, and all in all my attempts to soak in the spiritual mood and meditate on the Lord’s ancient activities proved rather more tricky.
Some might see it as a good thing that countries like India are coming on-line with the latest scientific advances, but I am not so sure. Going there to get away from all that for a while, I have always been uplifted and inspired by the tranquil atmosphere, the peaceful people, the simple lifestyle and above all the profound spirituality in evidence everywhere. It doesn’t appear to me that any of this is being at all enhanced by the rapid embrace of technology. No one seems happier, prices have shot skywards, and life has become generally more difficult for all.
We have our own experience of course. Everything is available to us in abundance, but does it really improve our happiness? John Ruskin said, “every increased possession loads us with new weariness.” Among the happiest people I saw on my pilgrimage where the simple monks who lived by the Ganges banks, possessing nothing but the clothes they wore and a pot for collecting water. Their days are spent in prayer and meditation, seeking union with God by constantly chanting his names.
I don’t think I’m quite ready for that, but I did manage to immerse myself in something like it for a couple of weeks and it certainly made a pleasant change from the high tech life back home.
Source: http://www.krishnadharma.com/is-this-progress-pause-for-thought/
The first question often asked about the Bhagavad-gita is why was it spoken on a battlefield? Despite a common view that religion is a major cause of war, the general view is that the two should remain separate. Religion or spirituality should result in peace not conflict. If one’s spiritual practises bring about the bloodthirsty desire to eliminate the followers of some other faith then they must be suspect. That would surely seem to make sense.
Nevertheless the Gita did arise from a war, the great Battle of Kurukshetra. Not only that, but its final message to Arjuna—a mighty warrior who had suddenly veered towards pacifism—was to give up his “petty weakness of heart” and sally forth to slay his enemies in battle. How then is it a religious text?
Perhaps we should begin by defining religion. Dictionaries usually describe it as a system of belief in some supernatural power. That is where the conflicts tend to arise. My beliefs may well be different to yours, and human nature is such that we identify with these to the point where we create divisions based upon them. Hence we have many religious communities going under different names—Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, etc. In most people’s minds this is what is meant by religion, all these various designations. The Gita however gives a broader definition.
In Sanskrit, the language of the Gita, the word for religion is dharma. This translates more accurately as the essential nature of a thing. In the case of a person this nature is to serve. We are always serving someone or something, be it our boss, family members, country, or maybe just our dog. We cannot avoid service. Even if we have no one to serve we will still serve our own mind and senses, which constantly demand satisfaction in one way or another. We cannot sit peacefully for very long before one bodily demand or another impinges upon us and we have to act to satisfy it.
Vedic wisdom tells us that this service propensity is actually meant for God. This is real religion, the dharma of the soul. No doubt the adherents of all the above named faiths and most others will concur with this, despite their external differences. Whatever our practises the ultimate aim must be to know and love God, to unite with him and serve him eternally. When we serve anything other than God we are never satisfied; we constantly search for the lasting fulfilment that no amount of sensual pleasure or material relationships can provide. As Augustine said, “Our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee.”
This is the message propounded by the Gita. It speaks of all beings as eternal parts of God having an unbreakable loving relationship with him. Arjuna’s dilemma as a warrior who was not inclined to fight was only the external context for a far deeper message than just getting him to take up his weapons. That message is encapsulated in the Gita’s key verse in the ninth chapter, where Krishna says, “Always think of me, offer me your respects, worship me and become my devotee. Surely then will you come to me.” This is the essence of all religion and it was what Arjuna had forgotten. He was thinking he had so many other duties which had all begun to seem onerous, conflicting and ultimately impossible. He got to the point where he did not know which way to turn or what to do. Krishna’s response was simple; just do what I want and you will be peaceful and happy.
As it happened at that time Krishna wanted Arjuna to fight. After all, sometimes fighting and violence are required when there are disturbing elements in society. We need the forces of law and order, which was Arjuna’s duty, but that’s not the real point. The ultimate message of the Gita is not about fighting or any other specific kind of work. It is about surrendering to God, acting only for his pleasure, recognising that this is truly in our own and everyone else’s best interests. When Arjuna understood this point his dilemma was over and he became peaceful. “My illusion is gone,” he told Krishna. “I am now free of duality and prepared to do whatever you ask.” And as Krishna asked him to fight that very fighting became a pure spiritual activity that led Arjuna to the highest point of self-realisation.
All of us are like Arjuna in so many ways. We stand on the battlefield of life faced with all kinds of challenges which often seem overwhelming. Sometimes we too don’t know which way to turn but the message of the Gita is also there for us. “Turn to me,” says Krishna. “I will always protect you and in the end bring you back to me.” That is the fight facing us all, turning from illusion towards Krishna, but with his help we like Arjuna will surely emerge victorious.
Harinama inTel Aviv, Israel (5 min video)
Srila Prabhupada: If one somehow or other chants the Hare Krishna mantra, he will immediately be purified, just as one who takes a potent medicine will feel its effects, regardless of whether he takes it knowingly or unknowingly. (Srimad-Bhagavatam, 6.2.19 Purport)
Watch Video: https://goo.gl/fML1Jb
By Krishna-kripa Das
Jacksonville Art Walk
The very enthusiastic chanters, musicians, and dancers in our party inspired people to take part. I encountered many students from the local community college, but very few from University of North Florida, where we have programs. People took pictures of the devotees chanting and themselves and their friends with the devotees.








Prabhupada: Yes. That is stated in the Bhagavad-gita. He gets good opportunity of material enjoyment, and then take birth in good family, aristocratic or brahmana. Then where he ended in last life, he begins again. There is a verse: paurva–dehikam. Paurva–dehikam means previous birth.
Mahendra: It seems, though, that in that respect, he’s gambling.
Prabhupada: Gambling?
Mahendra: Yes, he’s gambling, that he’s thinking that “Oh, next life I will come back in a better condition,” but his next might be different.
Prabhupada: Why should he desire like that? That means he has not understood what is meant by Krishna consciousness.
Prabhupada: Hm?
Tamala Krishna: One who understands Krishna consciousness should want to finish the business of material life.
Prabhupada: Yes, therefore he’s required to read Bhagavad-gita thoroughly. It is said clearly, “This is a place of misery.” Why do you desire to keep yourself in this…. That means you do not understand what is spiritual life.
Prabhupada: Thinking. Thinking, he’s under the influence of maya. maya is dictating, “Why you are trying to go away? Come on, here, Santa Monica.” (laughter) And when you become detestful either this Santa Monica or any Monica, “I am not interested,” then your spiritual life is . . .“In distributing love of Godhead, Caitanya Mahaprabhu and His associates did not consider who was a fit candidate and who was not, nor where such distribution should or should not take place. They made no conditions. Wherever they got the opportunity, the members of the Pañca-tattva distributed love of Godhead.” (Sri Caitanya-caritamrita, Adi-lila 7.23)
Source: http://m.dandavats.com/?p=18374
This morning as I was reading the pastimes of Krishna and the cowheard boys from the Srimad Bhagavatam 10th Canto, I was reminded of the above picture from the Krsna Book. In my copy of the Krsna Book, this picture took up two full pages. I have spent the last hour trying to put this picture together so I could use it in a post. By downsizing and inserting it in the left and right margins, I was able to get in on the page, although it is not yet together. Maybe someone can put the two together?
All the boys would be differently engaged. Some boys blew their flutes, and others blew bugles made of horn. Some imitated the buzzing of the bumblebees, and others imitated the voice of the cuckoo. Some boys imitated flying birds by running after the birds’ shadows on the ground, some imitated the beautiful movements and attractive postures of the swans, some sat down with the ducks, sitting silently, and others imitated the dancing of the peacocks. Some boys attracted young monkeys in the trees, some jumped into the trees, imitating the monkeys, some made faces as the monkeys were accustomed to do, and others jumped from one branch to another. Some boys went to the waterfalls and crossed over the river, jumping with the frogs, and when they saw their own reflections on the water they would laugh. They would also condemn the sounds of their own echoes. In this way, all the cowherd boys used to play with Kṛṣṇa, who is the source of the Brahman effulgence for jñānīs desiring to merge into that effulgence, who is the Supreme Personality of Godhead for devotees who have accepted eternal servitorship, and who for ordinary persons is but another ordinary child. The cowherd boys, having accumulated the results of pious activities for many lives, were able to associate in this way with the Supreme Personality of Godhead. How can one explain their great fortune? (SB 10.12.7-11)
Srimad Bhagavatam
By His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
Canto Ten, Chapter 12, Text 7-11
The Killing of the Demon Aghāsura
TEXTS 7–11
kecid veṇūn vādayanto
dhmāntaḥ śṛṅgāṇi kecana
kecid bhṛṅgaiḥ pragāyantaḥ
kūjantaḥ kokilaiḥ pare
vicchāyābhiḥ pradhāvanto
gacchantaḥ sādhu-haṁsakaiḥ
bakair upaviśantaś ca
nṛtyantaś ca kalāpibhiḥ
vikarṣantaḥ kīśa-bālān
ārohantaś ca tair drumān
vikurvantaś ca taiḥ sākaṁ
plavantaś ca palāśiṣu
sākaṁ bhekair vilaṅghantaḥ
saritaḥ srava-samplutāḥ
vihasantaḥ praticchāyāḥ
śapantaś ca pratisvanān
itthaṁ satāṁ brahma-sukhānubhūtyā
dāsyaṁ gatānāṁ para-daivatena
māyāśritānāṁ nara-dārakeṇa
sākaṁ vijahruḥ kṛta-puṇya-puñjāḥ
kecit—some of them; veṇūn—flutes; vādayantaḥ—blowing; dhmāntaḥ—bugling; śṛṅgāṇi—the horn bugles; kecana—someone else; kecit—someone; bhṛṅgaiḥ—with the bumblebees; pragāyantaḥ—singing along with; kūjantaḥ—imitating the sound of; kokilaiḥ—with the cuckoos; pare—others; vicchāyābhiḥ—with running shadows; pradhāvantaḥ—someone running on the ground after the birds; gacchantaḥ—going along; sādhu—beautiful; haṁsakaiḥ—with the swans; bakaiḥ—with the ducks sitting in one place; upaviśantaḥ ca—sitting silently like them; nṛtyantaḥ ca—and dancing with; kalāpibhiḥ—with the peacocks; vikarṣantaḥ—attracting; kīśa-bālān—the young monkeys; ārohantaḥ ca—gliding over; taiḥ—with the monkeys; drumān—the trees; vikurvantaḥ ca—exactly imitating them; taiḥ—with the monkeys; sākam—along with; plavantaḥ ca—gliding over; palāśiṣu—on the trees; sākam—along with; bhekaiḥ—with the frogs; vilaṅghantaḥ—jumping like them; saritaḥ—the water; srava-samplutāḥ—became wet in the water of the river; vihasantaḥ—laughing; praticchāyāḥ—at the shadows; śapantaḥ ca—condemned; pratisvanān—the sound of their echoes; ittham—in this way; satām—of the transcendentalists; brahma-sukha-anubhūtyā—with Kṛṣṇa, the source of brahma-sukha (Kṛṣṇa is Parabrahman, and from Him originates His personal effulgence); dāsyam—servitorship; gatānām—of the devotees who have accepted; para-daivatena—with the Supreme Personality of Godhead; māyā-āśritānām—for those in the clutches of material energy; nara-dārakeṇa—with Him who is like an ordinary child; sākam—along with; vijahruḥ—enjoyed; kṛta-puṇya-puñjāḥ—all these boys, who had accumulated the results of life after life of pious activities.
TRANSLATION
All the boys would be differently engaged. Some boys blew their flutes, and others blew bugles made of horn. Some imitated the buzzing of the bumblebees, and others imitated the voice of the cuckoo. Some boys imitated flying birds by running after the birds’ shadows on the ground, some imitated the beautiful movements and attractive postures of the swans, some sat down with the ducks, sitting silently, and others imitated the dancing of the peacocks. Some boys attracted young monkeys in the trees, some jumped into the trees, imitating the monkeys, some made faces as the monkeys were accustomed to do, and others jumped from one branch to another. Some boys went to the waterfalls and crossed over the river, jumping with the frogs, and when they saw their own reflections on the water they would laugh. They would also condemn the sounds of their own echoes. In this way, all the cowherd boys used to play with Kṛṣṇa, who is the source of the Brahman effulgence for jñānīs desiring to merge into that effulgence, who is the Supreme Personality of Godhead for devotees who have accepted eternal servitorship, and who for ordinary persons is but another ordinary child. The cowherd boys, having accumulated the results of pious activities for many lives, were able to associate in this way with the Supreme Personality of Godhead. How can one explain their great fortune?
PURPORT
As recommended by Śrīla Rūpa Gosvāmī, tasmāt kenāpy upāyena manaḥ kṛṣṇe niveśayet (Bhakti-rasāmṛta-sindhu 1.2.4). Somehow or other, whether one thinks of Kṛṣṇa as an ordinary human child, as the source of the Brahman effulgence, as the origin of Paramātmā, or as the Supreme Personality of Godhead, one should concentrate one’s full attention upon the lotus feet of Kṛṣṇa. That is also the instruction of Bhagavad-gītā (18.66): sarva-dharmān parityajya mām ekaṁ śaraṇaṁ vraja. Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam is the easiest way of directly approaching Kṛṣṇa. Īśvaraḥ sadyo hṛdy avarudhyate ’tra kṛtibhiḥ śuśrūṣubhis tat-kṣaṇāt (Bhāg. 1.1.2). Diverting even a little of one’s attention toward Kṛṣṇa and activities in Kṛṣṇa consciousness immediately enables one to achieve the highest perfection of life. This is the purpose of the Kṛṣṇa consciousness movement. Lokasyājānato vidvāṁś cakre sātvata-saṁhitām (Bhāg. 1.7.6). The secret of success is unknown to people in general, and therefore Śrīla Vyāsadeva, being compassionate toward the poor souls in this material world, especially in this age of Kali, has given us the Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam. Śrīmad-bhāgavataṁ purāṇam amalaṁ yad vaiṣṇavānāṁ priyam (Bhāg. 12.13.18). For Vaiṣṇavas who are somewhat advanced, or who are fully aware of the glories and potencies of the Lord, Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam is a beloved Vedic literature. After all, we have to change this body (tathā dehāntara-prāptiḥ). If we do not care about Bhagavad-gītā and Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam, we do not know what the next body will be. But if one adheres to these two books—Bhagavad-gītā and Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam—one is sure to obtain the association of Kṛṣṇa in the next life (tyaktvā dehaṁ punar janma naiti mām eti so ’rjuna [Bg. 4.9]). Therefore, distribution of Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam all over the world is a great welfare activity for theologians, philosophers, transcendentalists and yogīs (yoginām api sarveṣām [Bg. 6.47]), as well as for people in general. Janma-lābhaḥ paraḥ puṁsām ante nārāyaṇa-smṛtiḥ (Bhāg. 2.1.6): if we can somehow or other remember Kṛṣṇa, Nārāyaṇa, at the end of life, our life will be successful.
Source: http://m.dandavats.com/?p=18366
On January 3rd, 2016 Radhanath Swami gave the keynote address at the medical conference Medical Profession – Welfare Not Warfare held at Mumbai. The event was organized by the Global Foundation for Ethical and Spiritual Health (GFESH), a global initiative patronized by Radhanath Swami that aims to blend traditional spiritual science of healing with modern medical science. The event was supported by Indian Medical Association, Association of Medical Consultants, Association of Hospitals, and Mumbai Medical Society. Over 500 doctors attended.
The title of the event refers to a recent trend in India where, due to feelings of having been neglected or cheated, patients have attacked doctors and medical institutions both legally as well as through acts of violence. Radhanath Swami mentioned that the group of doctors gathered for the event, if they join together, can make an impact in reversing the trend and that although these doctors are exemplary, still they could see this as a wake up call to improve the level of care that they provide. Radhanath Swami said, “A true doctor treats each and every patient as he would like himself to be treated when he is a patient. We must see the presence of God in our patients.”
Participants in the discussions were experts from various fields, and mainly from medical care:. They included Director of Asian Institute of Oncology Dr. Ramakant Deshpande, who received one of the top civilian awards Padmashree in 2014, Dean of G.S. Medical College & K.E.M Hospital Dr. Avinash Supe, Director of Nursing at Hinduja Hospital Mrs. Phalakshi Manjrekar, and Joint Commissioner of Police Mr. V. V. Laxminarayan.
Source: http://www.radhanathswami.com/2016/01/radhanath-swami-speaks-to-concerned-doctors-at-gfesh-summit/
It is an odd development of the modern world that being excessively anxious about our children is considered a virtue. We consider ourselves good parents if we make life easy for them, reward them for the smallest achievement, and are anxious for their safety and well being at all times.
There is, however, a hidden message in all of this anxious attention and it’s not good. As a teacher and school principal for 20 years, I saw all kinds of kids and all kinds of parents. For those who had confidence in their child, their child did great. Those who worried, who expressed that worry regularly, who tried to ‘fix’ every challenge the child had – their children had a weak sense of self. The hidden message was clear – “My parents are worried because they think I am not competent, I’m not capable.”
Being a mother is not easy. But it’s not that hard either. It is said that if a child has a self-assured and guiding adult in their life, they will grow up to be self-assured and self-guiding adults. Mothering means being there, but also not being there. It is patience, it is trusting that the child will figure it out, and it is watching from a distance as they do so.
There are many aspects to good mothering, but this one is key. We have to give our children the skills and emotional strength to make it through life by letting them experience and learn through real life. And that means letting them experience their own struggles. If we smother them, if we overly fret and protect, then we extinguish the fire of trust and competence. It’s a fine line, but we need to have the maturity and wisdom to make the call.
Watch the excellent job this mother does:

This famous poem can also inspire us be the balanced and stable parents our children need us to be:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
– On Children by Kahlil Gibran
The correct way to chant a mantra, traditionally, is to receive it from a person who understands it deeply and is willing to guide you through its use and practices, and to then chant the mantra under that guidance. This is called diksha and shiksha. Diksha refers to getting the mantra and shiksha refers to getting the guidance on what it means and how to use it.
Mantras are composed of words, that is why we have to pay attention to the words. That’s what it means to “hear”, “hear the sound”, or “hear the sound vibration.” “Vibration” doesn’t mean that some zig zag wavelength is reorganizing your wavelengths and bio rhythms. That is new age mumbo jumbo, I think. “Vibration” simply describes what a word is. It is a sound, thus it is a vibration. Sound vibrations in the form of words carry meaning. It is the meaning which the crucially important essence of a word, the sound alone is merely the outer shell, and the wavelengths are simply threads forming that shell.
Mantras are made of words, not tones. They are words, not abstract sine wave frequencies and tones. The most important thing for using a mantra effectively is to understand those words, their meaning and meaning formed by the placement of the words together, the grammar. That is what shiksha is all about! After receiving a mantra we must get shiksha about that mantra, otherwise the diksha is incomplete and thus not very effective.
If we chant a mantra without understanding much about it, the best effect we can expect is that it will eventually cause us to seek shiksha so we can comprehend the meaning. When the words are understood and the meanings are deeply contemplated, visualized and explored while chanting it, then a mantrap gives its full effect.
By Zayani Bhatt
Devotees from temples across the UK congregated at Bhaktivedanta Manor on Saturday 9th January to celebrate the success of the Srila Prabhupada Book Distribution Marathon, which ran for a month from 21st November to 25th December 2015.
Known as the Sankirtan festival, the event was the culmination of the hard work put in by the UK temples, in sharing Krishna Consciousness in the form of Srila Prabhupada’s books with new audiences.
Led by Visvambhara Prabhu, a long term advocate of book distribution, devotees celebrated the numbers of books that various individuals, groups and whole temples had distributed and the donations that had been collected. Those who were within the top 50 for distributing most books were given a small token of appreciation from senior devotees HH Dayanand Maharaj, Kripamoya Prabhu, Dhananjaya Prabhu and Praghosa Prabhu to celebrate their success and hard work, as well as to encourage others to partake in the next marathon at the end of this year.
Despite being one of the eldest devotees present, HH Dayanand Maharaj continues to distribute books today, having started in 1984. As he explained; “Book distribution is the best service. It is most enlivening.”
This was a sentiment echoed by Guru Shakti Devi Dasi, who was the highest book distributor amongst the ladies: “It is the most beautiful, amazing life experience. People were so respectful, accepting and receptive” she said. She also thanked Visvambhara Prabhu for his support and for inspiring her in this service.
Amongst the men and overall, Gopal Raya Prabhu from ISKCON Wales distributed the most books, achieving the total of 3,234 books. Bhaktivedanta Manor had distributed the highest number of books: a grand total of 131,226 books and 67 sets of books, surpassing their target of 100,000. Led by Sutapa Prabhu, this doubled the previous years book distribution effort.
Sutapa Prabhu said, “The year was a success because of how unique it was. We’ve had 300-350 devotees going out to distribute – double the number we had last year. A tremendous buzz and inspiration was created.”
As Sruti Dharma Prabhu explained, “The leadership provided by Sutapa Prabhu and team was outstanding this year. They inspired the hearts, minds and confidence of an entire community and thus we managed to achieve our highest score since 1990.”
Visvambhara Prabhu and Titiksu Prabhu also took the opportunity to officially launch the 50/50 campaign, an initiative launched as part of ISKCON’s 50th anniversary celebrations this year. The campaign encourages devotees to distribute one book a week, thereby distributing over 50 books over the course of the year.
For more information about the 50/50 campaign. please visit: http://iskconbookdistribution.com/the-5050-campaign-for-iskcons-fiftieth-year/
First of all, let me offer my humble, respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of my spiritual master, His Divine Grace Śrī Śrīmad Bhaktisiddhānta Sarasvatī Gosvāmī Prabhupāda. Sometime in the year 1935 when His Divine Grace was staying at Rādhā-kuṇḍa, I went to see him from Bombay. At that time, he gave me many important instructions in regard to constructing temples and publishing books. He personally told me that publishing books is more important than constructing temples. Of course, those same instructions remained within my mind for many years. In 1944 I began publishing my Back to Godhead, and when I retired from family life in 1958 I began publishing Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam in Delhi. When three parts of Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam had been published in India, I then started for the United States of America on the thirteenth of August, 1965.
I am continuously trying to publish books, as suggested by my spiritual master. Now, in this year, 1976, I have completed the Seventh Canto of Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam, and a summary of the Tenth Canto has already been published as Kṛṣṇa, the Supreme Personality of Godhead. Still, the Eighth Canto, Ninth Canto, Tenth Canto, Eleventh Canto and Twelfth Canto are yet to be published. On this occasion, therefore, I am praying to my spiritual master to give me strength to finish this work. I am neither a great scholar nor a great devotee; I am simply a humble servant of my spiritual master, and to the best of my ability I am trying to please him by publishing these books, with the cooperation of my disciples in America. Fortunately, scholars all over the world are appreciating these publications. Let us cooperatively publish more and more volumes of Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam just to please His Divine Grace Bhaktisiddhānta Sarasvatī Ṭhākura.
by His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupāda
from Summary to the 8th Canto, Chapter 1
Source:http://theharekrishnamovement.org/2016/01/16/srila-prabhupadas-books/
Deep in the forests of India there once lived a fierce hunter. Tawny skinned, with blood red eyes, he was like death personified to all animals. With his nets, knives and traps, he stalked among the trees carrying out his terrible business. He took pleasure from killing animals, even when he did not want them for food. Seeing him to be cruel and heartless, all his friends and relatives had shunned him, and he lived alone in a small hut. He survived on wild berries, fruits, and the meat of the birds and animals he slaughtered.
One day as he was setting his traps, a great storm blew up. Torrential rain fell and the earth quickly became flooded. The hunter could hardly keep his footing and he fell about, catching hold of hanging creepers as he struggled to stay upright. Trembling with cold, he pulled himself along as the blinding rain lashed into him. Fear seized his heart and he stumbled forward, hoping to find some high ground where he might be safe.
The force of the raging wind dashed many poor birds against the trees, and they fell stunned or lifeless to the ground. As the hunter scrambled up an incline he happened to see a pigeon lying unconscious in front of him. Without hesitation he scooped it up in his hands and put it in a bag that was tied to his belt.
“That’s dinner taken care of, if I ever survive this storm,” he said to himself.
The storm showed no sign of abating and the hunter clung onto to a sapling, looking around for some shelter. Not far in the distance, through the sheets of rain, he could make out the shape of a very large tree. Bending forward against the wind, he managed to struggle toward it. He saw that it was a great banyan tree that spread out a canopy for hundreds of feet in all directions. Beneath its branches it was dry and sheltered and the hunter flopped gratefully to the ground. He folded his hands and prayed, “Lord of the forest, mighty tree, please give me shelter.”
Surely the Creator himself placed this tree here for the refuge of all living beings, he thought, as he leaned against its massive trunk. Night fell and in time the storm began to die out. Gradually the clouds dispersed and a star-spangled sky was revealed, looking like a dark lake filled with lilies. The hunter was far from his home and exhausted from the effort of fighting the storm. He decided to rest for the night under the tree. Pulling his wet cloth around himself, he spread out some leaves and lay down with his head on a stone. He placed the bagged bird next to him.
“You shall have to be breakfast now, ” he said, and drifted into a sleep.
High up on one of the tree branches there lived a white dove with striking plumes. He and his wife had made their nest there for some years. That morning his wife had gone to fetch food and had not returned. Burning with anxiety and fearing the worst, the dove loudly lamented. “0 my wife, most beautiful bird, where are you? Have you perished in the storm? What then will be the use of my life? What of my home? Simply a house is not a home; it is the wife who makes it a home. A house without a wife is like a desert.”
With tears falling from his eyes, the dove sang the praises of his wife. “That fine lady has always served me, seeking my happiness in every way. A wife is the husband’s greatest treasure. There is no friend like a wife, nor any better refuge. If one has no wife at home he may as well enter the forest as a hermit.”
Down on the ground, tied up in the bag, was his wife. Hearing her husband’s words she flapped her wings, struggling vainly to escape. She called back, “Whether I have any merit or not, surely it is my greatest good fortune to hear my husband speak like this. A wife who does not please her husband is not a wife at all. All the gods bless a woman who satisfies her worthy husband.”
The she-dove looked up through the bag to where her husband was sitting. “My lord, ” she said, “I am here, but here also is a guest. He must be honoured. Take care of him, for that is the proper duty of householders. There is no greater sin than that of neglecting a needy person who arrives at your door.”
The dove flapped his wings with joy when he heard his wife speak. He swooped down and alighted on a branch just above the hunter, who was beginning to stir after his night’s rest. “Good sir,” said the dove, “you are welcome. Surely the Lord of all beings has brought you here. As such it is my duty to look after you. Even an enemy should be shown care if he comes to one’s house. The tree does not withdraw its shelter even from the man who comes to cut it down.”
The dove asked how he could serve the hunter, who replied, “I am freezing. Please find some way of warming me.”
“At once,” said the dove, and it immediately began gathering dry leaves and twigs into a pile. It then flew to where a number of forest hermits kept a fire burning and fetched a lighted twig, which it used to set fire to the pile. As the hunter felt his circulation returning he also began to feel great hunger. “0 bird,” he said in his rough and deep voice, “what food do you have?”
The dove looked down in dismay. “I have none. Doves like myself live like the sages and hermits, having only enough food to last us day by day.”
Feeling distressed that he could not do his sacred duty as a householder; the dove wracked his brain for some solution. He looked at his trapped wife, who said to him, “Dear husband, you know what you must do now.”
The dove nodded. He reached a firm conclusion in his mind. Looking at the hunter, he said, “Wait one moment, I will without doubt satisfy you.”
The bird recalled how he had heard the sages speak about the great benefit to be had from serving guests. “They are like God himself coming to your door, ” the sages had said. “Never neglect them in any way.”
Thinking like this, the dove flew around the fire three times to offer respects to the fire-god, and he then threw himself into the flames. “Take my flesh, ” he said to the hunter, and gave up his life.
Seeing this, the hunter was moved beyond words. He stared in amazement at the dying dove on the burning embers. For the first time in his life he felt compassion. “What am I like?” he said, tears flooding his eyes. “All my life I have acted in the most terrible way. What good is there in me? This noble pigeon is far greater than me. He has taught me a great lesson. Never again shall I kill helpless creatures.”
He at once threw away all his nets and traps. “My life as a hunter is over, ” he said, and he carefully released the she-dove. He then set off toward the northern mountains, intent on leading a life of meditation and prayer.
The she-dove grieved piteously for her dead husband. “Now my life has become useless, ” she cried. “How can a woman live without her husband? What other duty do I have than to follow him?”
With these words she too threw herself onto the fire. As she died and left her body, she saw her husband in a divine form, rising up toward heaven. “Beloved wife, come with me now,” he said. Taking her place by his side, she rose up to the skies, surrounded by celestial beings.
Source:http://www.krishnadharma.com/the-hunter-and-the-dove/
Gunagrahi Das Goswami
Gunagrahi Das Gowsami has made the following announcement:
Dear fellow Vaishnavas,
Throughout the years we have all sought natural cures for many of the illnesses we have had. In doing so, at times we have met with great difficulty trying to decipher which of the cures would actually be effective, often spending an undue amount of time in research or experimentation, even failing in the end. With the blessings of HH Prahladananda Swami, ISKCON’s Minister of Health, we are beginning a website called “Cures That Work.” It will consist of personal testimonials from devotees who have been successful in treating their illnesses or others’ effectively with natural remedies. If you or an acquaintance from any walk of life would like to submit an account, we encourage you to do so. Please include as many details as possible. Upon acceptance, your submission will be posted on the site as soon as we are up and running, which we hope will be by the end of January. The testimonials should be in English and include your name and also permission for further contact if you are agreeable to being reached by those who seek more information.
After this beginning phase gets established, we are considering expanding the website to provide additional resources, so we welcome any ideas you might have. Bhagavan das (GdG) is our project manager, and he will be receiving all testimonials and suggestions. He can be reached at bhagavandas.gdg@gmail.com.
We are praying that the devotees will be benefited by this undertaking.
Yours in Srila Prabhupada’s service,
Gunagrahi das Goswami
Source: http://iskconnews.org/new-website-on-natural-healing-cures-that-work,5334/
“He reasons ill who tells that Vaishnavas die,When thou art living still in sound!
The Vaishnavas die to live, and living tryTo spread the holy name around!”
By Sutapa Das,
Communication Incharge
ISKCON Mangalore
Karnataka.
Hare Krishna
All Glories to Srila Prabhupada
Srila Prabhupäda’s vision for spreading the Sankirtana Mission of Sri Caitanya Mahäprabhu encompassed four principles, or four waves, which he coined as the four-fold Gandhi movements in his 1949 letter to the Honorable Sardar Dr. Vallavbhajee Patel, the Deputy Prime Minister to the Government of India in New Delhi. If one closely looks at how Srila Prabhupäda developed his International Society for Krishna Consciousness (ISKCON) established ten years later in 1966, these same four principles were introduced during the following eleven years of Srila Prabhupäda’s physical presence. (excerpts from Make Vrindavan villages). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJjIQb5jrtk
1. Sankirtana Movement : Introduced by Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu In the form of Congregational chanting of Hare Krishna Mahamantra and distribution of spiritual literature.
2. Temple Worship Movement: By making temples all around the world and worshipping Lord Krishna with transcendental love and devotion in deity form.
3. Spiritual Initiation Movement: This includes formal initiation of devotees in the chain of disciplic succession.
4. Classless Society Movement: The fourth item is to organize the much discussed caste system as a solution of natural division of the human beings all over the world.
To commemorate this great event and following on the lines of Sankirtana movement, ISKCON Mangalorecelebrated ISKCON’S Golden Jubilee festival in 2 broad realms:
Kirtan festival : At Panambur beach, Mangalore on January 3rd, 2016 in midst of mother nature and blessings of many senior Vaishnavas. The program was graced by His Holiness Indradyumna Swami(USA), HG Haripada Prabhuji and his good wife HG Phalini mataji(USA), HG Ekalavya prabhu, HG Patri prabhu(Russia) and many other devotees. Hundreds of devotees and thousands of visitors relished the mesmerizing and sublime chanting of Hare Krishna Mahamantra.
Distribution of Spiritual literature: More than 1500 Bhagavad Gita and many other small books were distributed in various schools of Mangalore in the month of December.
Finally the president of ISKCON Mangalore, HG Sriram prabhu gave vote of thanks to all the devotee for their incredible service in making this program a great success. Jai Srila Prabhupada
Your servant
Sutapa Das
IYF Coordinator and communication incharge
ISKCON Mangalore, Jagannath Mandir, KUDUPU
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Diary of a Traveling Preacher
Volume 8, Chapter 4
March 16 – April 16, 2007
By Indradyumna Swami
As a devotee grows older, he becomes more and more aware, by the grace of the Lord, that his life is coming to a close and his time to achieve perfection in Krsna consciousness is running out.
Sometimes the signs come in disconcerting ways. A few months ago several of my disciples approached me and asked if I would tell the history of each of the salagram silas on my altar.
“Perhaps another day,” I replied.
“But Guru Maharaja,” said a woman disciple, “you’re the only one who knows the unique story behind each sila. And you’re getting older … ”
She didn’t finish the sentence. There was no need. Old age implies that things are winding down and coming to an end.
Another sign is the gradual departure of friends and loved ones as we cross the threshold of 50 years, the beginning of old age according to Vedic culture. With the passage of time their departures are more frequent and less surprising. Jayadvaita Maharaja has written:
“That’s how it is. You watch your friends go, one by one. Then those who are left watch you go.”
Of course, as devotees we have been studying and discussing these facts of life since the day we joined the movement. But somehow, they take on a different perspective as our own bodies age.
If we are prepared to leave, as we should be, we have nothing to fear. Krsna assures us in Bhagavad-gita:
dehi nityam avadhyo yam dehe sarvasya bharata tasmat sarvani bhutani na tvam socitum arhasi
“O descendent of Bharata, he who dwells in the body can never be slain. Therefore you need not grieve for any living being.”
[Bhagavad-gita 2.30]
But the difference between theoretical knowledge and realization is vast. In order to bridge that gap the Lord sometimes accelerates a devotee’s progress by putting him through an ordeal, causing the devotee to become more serious in his spiritual life. By the Lord’s grace, I had such an experience upon my return to Durban, South Africa, at the beginning of April.
I had been complaining of pains in my upper back for some time, so a doctor and devotee friend of mine, Sunil Mohan das, had arranged an appointment for me with an osteopath. As I sat patiently on the examination table, the doctor ran his hand down my spine from behind. Suddenly, he stopped and gasped.
“Sunil,” he said, trying to mask his concern with a calm voice, “please come here.”
Sunil went around the table, and the two of them spoke quietly, but their hushed conversation let me know that there was a problem.
“Did you find something?” I finally said.
“Maybe,” Sunil replied. They then stepped into the next room.
As I strained to hear their conversation, I suddenly heard the word “melanoma.”
I broke into a cold sweat. I knew that melanoma is one of the most dangerous and aggressive forms of skin cancer. Last year my Godbrother, HH Bhakti Tirtha Maharaja, passed away from it. If caught in the initial stages it can be cured, but if left undetected it leaves little chance for survival.
“Excuse me doctors,” I said loudly, “did I hear you say melanoma?”
There was silence for a moment, and then Sunil came back into the room. “Yes, Maharaja,” he said. “There’s a dark, raised mole on your back with irregular borders. It’s not a good sign. But don’t worry. We can’t conclude anything until we send it in for a lab test.”
In the next room I could hear the osteopath talking on the phone to a dermatologist. “Come quickly,” he said. “It looks serious.”
In five minutes the specialist arrived. “It’s here,” said the osteopath as he showed the dermatologist the mole.
“Yes, I see,” said the dermatologist in a grave voice. He then injected me with a local anesthetic and removed the mole. He finished the job with four stitches and then held up the mole for the others to see.
All three remained silent. My apprehension increased.
“Let’s not come to any conclusions until we have the lab results,” Sunil said. “It may well turn out to be benign.”
“And if not?” I asked.
He paused. “In that case we’d have to begin chemotherapy or radiation immediately,” he said soberly. “But we’ll have to wait a couple days for the result. The lab is closed now and won’t open until Monday.”
On the way back to the temple I was immersed in thought. Suddenly everything in my life paled in comparison with the stark reality in front of me.
“Could this be the beginning of the end?” I thought. I was momentarily stunned.
Then I caught myself. “This is what all the training’s for,” I told myself. “It shouldn’t come as a surprise.”
But it was indeed a surprise, despite all the classes I’d heard on leaving this world and the many that I had given as well.
I continued reflecting for a long time. “Of course, we have to wait for the lab results as Sunil said,” I thought, “but because they all showed so much concern, I’d better prepare myself for the worst.”
When I arrived at the temple, some devotees were waiting to see me outside my room. I didn’t feel like meeting with anyone, so I excused myself, went into the room, and locked the door.
“I wish I’d done more for my spiritual master,” I blurted out as I sat on my bed. “There were days I wasted so much time. And why didn’t I ever go deep into my sadhana, like many of my Godbrothers?”
I picked up my beads and started chanting with determination. Then I paused. “Well,” I said to myself, “are you finally going to start chanting with resolve?”
I looked down. “And?” I said softly. “And where will I go if I die? Back to Godhead?”
I glanced at my Radha-Krsna Deities on the altar. I got off the bed and sat in front of them.
“My Lord,” I prayed, “if it turns out I have a terminal disease and I have to take birth again, please let it be in the home of your devotee. And bless me that I can continue on the path of strict renunciation while always engaged in your loving service.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Swarup Damodar, president of the Durban temple. He asked me if I wanted something to eat, but I had no appetite.
That night I tossed and turned. At one point I woke up thinking I had dreamed the events of the previous day. Then I realized it wasn’t a dream. I could not go back to sleep, so I got up and decided I would begin preparing a letter for my disciples and friends.
But first I wanted to write a letter to the GBC asking permission to accept initiation as a babaji and retire to Vrindavan to leave my body. It was not unprecedented. In 1975, Srila Prabhupada gave babaji initiation to my Godbrother, Audolomi das, who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.
I also wanted to leave this world with no material possessions or designations. In this age the order of sannyasa involves dovetailing much of the material energy in preaching. It also carries with it prestige and honor. Although these assets are useful for service, they always pose a danger for a transcendentalist. When I die, I want to live out the last few months with nothing but the holy name. A babaji owns only the bare necessities of life, and his final service is chanting the holy names.
As Srila Prabhupada said at Audolomi’s babaji initiation:
“Sannyasa has got four stages: kuticaka, bahudaka, parivrajakacarya and paramahamsa. Parivrajakacarya, he travels all over the world. And after that, when he is fully mature, he can chant in one place Hare Krsna. He has no more business. So this is the last stage of mature sannyasa. But because you are thinking that you may not live many years, so you simply sit down, go to Mayapur. You have no other business. Simply go on chanting Hare Krsna mantra, and whatever little prasadam available, you take. And the rest of your life, simply engage in chanting. [Your name is] Audolomi das Babaji … so this is the first time in our institution: a babaji.”
[Lecture, Chicago, July 11, 1975]
After a few paragraphs, I decided to stop writing until Monday, when it would be confirmed whether I had melanoma or not. To continue with the letters would seem like a confirmation of the disease.
The next day I kept myself busy. I found that if I was idle even for a moment, my mind became disturbed speculating on the laboratory results.
That night, I again tossed and turned in my sleep. At 1:00 AM I got up and started chanting japa.
“This is what brought me to Krsna consciousness,” I thought. “This is what has maintained me all these years, and this is what will deliver me.”
I thought about my instructions to my disciple Vraja Lila dasi in Vrindavan as she gradually succumbed to leukemia. “Get into the fast lane,” I told her. Those words now echoed in my mind.
Sunday morning I kept busy again, but towards midday I called Sunil Mohan.
“Sunil,” I said, “I know the lab doesn’t open until tomorrow, but is there any way we can get the test done earlier? It’s very difficult waiting like this.”
He paused for a moment. “Let me see, Maharaja,” he said. “I’ll get right back to you.”
Ten minutes later he called back. “Okay, Maharaja,” he said. “I’ve asked one of the girls from the lab to go in and work on it. We’ll have the results by this afternoon.”
“Thank you,” I said.
In the afternoon I went for a walk in a local park, once again pondering the prospect of death.
“But what if the results show I don’t have the disease?” I suddenly thought, allowing a glimmer of hope I hadn’t considered. I stopped walking.
“If that were the case,” I said to myself, “I would wake up every day grateful for another chance to serve my spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada. And I’d redouble my efforts to assist him in spreading the glories of the holy names all over the world.
“And I’d take advantage of every spare moment to go deeper into chanting the holy names myself. And I’d read more. Every day, I’d drink the nectar of the Bhagavatam, and all the books left by our previous acaryas.”
I paused. “And I’d also try to become a lover of Krsna before I die,” I said.
Then I remembered the doctors’ reaction upon discovering the mole. “Better not get my hopes too high,” I concluded with a touch of hopelessness.
I continued walking. Fifteen minutes later my cell phone rang. From the number on the screen I could see it was Sunil Mohan. I hesitated to answer. Whatever was the report, I knew my life would never be the same again.
I let the phone ring a few more times, and then I answered.
“Hello, Maharaja, this is Sunil Mohan.”
“Hare Krsna, Sunil.”
“Maharaja, I have results of the lab test on that mole,” he said.
Then there was a long pause. Resigning myself to the worst, I took a deep breath and waited.
“Excuse me,” he said, “I just dropped the paper and had to pick it up. Maharaja, it’s okay. There’s no melanoma. It was just an ordinary mole that somehow became agitated. There’s no problem whatsoever.”
I was speechless.
“Hello?” Sunil said. “Maharaja, did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, I did,” I said. “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry if we caused you any worry,” he continued, “but we couldn’t take any chances.”
“Yes,” I said, “I understand. You did the right thing.”
“Okay, Maharaja. See you tomorrow.”
“Hare Krsna,” I said.
I put my cell phone in my pocket and went to sit under a tree. I joined my palms and began to pray. “Thank you, Lord,” I said. “Thank you for giving me a second chance.”
I shook my head. “It’s amazing,” I continued. “There was never any real danger at all. Yet somehow I feel that You’ve given me another chance.”
I looked up. “Sometimes it’s hard to understand Your plan,” I said.
I reflected for a moment. “My Lord,” I said, “I know that one day a lab report will come back with news of my demise or that one day a fatal accident will befall me. Therefore, I beg You, help me remember all the valuable lessons I’ve learned during the past two days.”
When I arrived back at the temple, the devotees were lined up waiting to see me.
“It’s nice to see you happy, Maharaja,” a devotee remarked. “You looked a little down the past couple of days.”
“Did I?” I said. “Well I’m all right now.”
“How’s that?” he asked.
“I got a second chance,” I replied with a smile.
Srila Prabhupada said:
“So those who have taken to Krsna consciousness, it is a chance. You had previously some advantage of executing this Krsna consciousness. Somehow or other, you could not. So Krsna has given another chance. Don’t miss this chance. Make it complete. Make it complete and go to Vaikuntha or Krsnaloka. We should always pray to Krsna that, ‘Krsna, You have given this chance. Please have your grace upon me [so] I may not miss it. By maya’s influence I may not miss it. You have given me so great chance.’ This should be our business.”
[Lecture, Tokyo, April 27, 1972]
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Becoming One!
“Friday, 7 April 1972 - Melbourne Temple, 14 Burnett Street, St. Kilda
Although Prabhupada took it as his primary business to work solidly on his writing, he was generally always available to talk to guests. But whenever someone would come to see him, he wouldn’t waste time - he talked philosophy and logic. He constantly argued against atheism and impersonalism and, to prove the existence of God and the universality of Krsna consciousness, he often spoke strongly.
Later in the morning, he was visited by a group of followers of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. The spokesperson of the group, the manager of a well-known Melbourne vegetarian restaurant, seemed preoccupied with the concept of merging into the Absolute.
With impeccable logic, Srila Prabhupada patiently explained that the concept of merging was not only unappealing, but also particularly impractical.
"You are all individuals. Every one of us is individual. So how [can] you conceive of merging? Suppose, just like we are here - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. How we can merge? You just study philosophy. We are here, eight persons. How we can merge into one? Have you got any idea how we can merge? These eight persons, how we can merge into one?”
“To realise ourselves.”
“Well, if suppose you have realised, now, how to merge?”
“In realisation, there is that. In realisation there is merging.”
Prabhupada shook his head. He held up his right hand, his fingers extended. “Now, there are five fingers, one, two, three, four, five. How they can merge into one?”
“By realising this.”
Prabhupada patiently repeated his example. “No. These are five fingers - one, two, three, four, five. So these … there are different, five fingers. How they can merge into one? What is the process?”
“The name of the process?”
“No. Name or not name, how these five fingers can become merged into one? Tell me.”
Prabhupada answered his own question. He reached down and touched the microphone that was sitting on his desk. “Just like here is a thing. All the five fingers capture it.” He picked up the microphone with his fingers. “It becomes one. Although they are five - one, two, three, four, five - they are one.”
“Becomes one?”
“Yes. If the interest is one - to capture this - then it is one.”
Srila Prabhupada replaced the microphone on the table. “That means you cannot lose your individuality. But if your interest is one, then you merge into. Do you understand? Just like you are all Australian. How do you merge into the Australian conception? Because as Australian, you have one interest. So individuality cannot be killed. That is not possible. You are all individual. But when you make your interest one, then you merge into that thing.
"Your personality is different from his. His personality is different from him. He is different from you. But because you have got one interest, therefore you [are] one. Just like us. We are so many individuals. But our interest is Krsna. Therefore we are one.” “
From "The Great Transcendental Adventure” by Kurma dasa
Source: http://m.dandavats.com/?p=18333
New Raman Reti: Vegetable Gardens in the Winter.
Dvarkadisa das: For those of us from up north growing vegetables in the winter takes some mental adjustment. For Janamejaya das and Sanka das it’s part of the program. The produce they produce on the farm throughout the year is all for the Deities’ pleasure. It is used for Deity offerings, the devotee lunch at the temple, Sunday Feasts, and occasionally for the Santa Fe College Krishna Lunch program. It is never for sale.
Of course, the winter rotation calls for different crops. Right now various kinds of lettuce lead the way—Iceberg, Romaine, Bib and a Spring Mix. Kale, collards and cabbage are also being harvested. Broccoli and more cabbage are being put into trays for the spring planting, and tomatoes and flowers will follow around the first of February. According to Janamejaya das, the deer have been more curious and less of a nuisance during the fall than they were in the summer. Still, part of the plans for the gardens is to raise the fences from a height of six feet to eight.
The gardens at the temple are an easy place to see devotional service in action. The service is done directly for the pleasure of our Deities and the devotees. It takes patience, perseverance, detachment, humility and dependence on Krishna. Devotees who have some interest in gardening and might want some advice, can feel free to ask Janamejaya das (if he doesn’t have some chores to do). If anyone wants to help directly a large bag of Cottonseed Meal would be appreciated, (available at Alachua Farm & Lumber), which will be mixed with various crushed rocks to amend the soil and support healthier plants.
Source: http://m.dandavats.com/?p=18331