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We had hiccups. The sound systems weren’t working for the procession at the three chariots, however some of our young men visiting from other parts of North America compensated for this by their booming voices. The sheer crowds that ended on the south-bound journey on Yonge St were stunning. So, that was not the greatest issue as far as having a successful fest. On the street and on the island, there was record breaking attendance. I was surprised and, like others, was uncertain as to how the turn out would be in a post-pandemic situation. Lo and behold, more people came than ever before. It goes to show that we are all social animals. Perhaps a little like a pride of lions.

Speaking of which, our drama troupe, comprised of Bhakti Academy members, did a fantastic job. Once again, some problems with the mic. Is there a curse here? Otherwise, bravo to the troupe.

The annual fest has much to do with chanting and feasting. I enjoyed seeing the books sold at the book tent. My book, “The Saffron Path,” which highlights pilgrimage, was also moving like crazy.

The most unfortunate aspect of today was the news about the death of two good souls in the Donbass community; the result of a missile being launched at a building where they distribute prasadam for hundreds of Ukrainian refugees. Their names are Krishna Tattva and Madan Gopal. Krishna, bless these great martyrs. I am in awe and tears.

Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2022/07/saturday-july-16-2022.html