I was on two zoom calls this morning with Trinidad, Tobago, and Guyana as the first, then a second call with Brampton. During both online communications, I presented details of the first Ratha Yatra (or Festival of the Chariots) five millennia ago when people from all over Bharatvarsha (Greater India) converged at Kuruksetra during a solar eclipse. It was a massive familial reunion of the Yadu Dynasty.
That presentation, in many ways, was supplementary. The main focus of each conversation was with regard to His Holiness Bhakti Caru Swami, whose sudden departure from this world shocked a global community of yogis within the bhakti lineage.
Afterward, a visit—that was long in the planning—to Vishal’s Caledon farm was good. There, as in the aforementioned discussions, we opened our dialogue with remembrance of a mild soul who taught us so much about being temperate amidst madness. His passing came so suddenly, though Maharaj was diagnosed as Covid 19 positive earlier in June.
We enjoyed a great meal prepared by Yasomati, Vishal’s wife, which was nothing short of an ahimsa-milk wonder. Their herd of Gir and Guernsey cows and bulls are protected from slaughter. A new barn is coming up for them to be completed before winter.
At Hockley Valley, we stopped over at Tom’s cabin on the Nottawasaga River. The water there is pristine. It flows so invitingly by his humble home. The water reminded me of our dear monk/friend, Bhakti Caru, whose consciousness was clean like that flow. David, Krishnachandra, Vishal and I bathed in the glory of the Creator’s blood-line. That bath was equivalent to a stroll of ten kilometres.
Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2020/07/sunday-july-5th-2020.html
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