An appreciation of the extraordinarily devoted life of Srila Prabhupada’s beloved disciple Yamuna Devi Dasi (1942–2011).
Sitting on the front porch of her Oregon home, Joan Campanella was delighting in the Pacific thunderstorm drenching the coastline when, with surprise, she noted the mailman on his rounds despite the foul weather. Bent against the wind, rain dripping from his long hair, the mailman walked up her porch steps, reached into his waterproof m
I trekked in the rain to see our beloved Vaishnava Prabhu at the Toronto General Hospital. His heart is not in the best condition and so he deserved a visit. Being in the CIUC is a very protected and secure division of the hospital, which is number one in the country and one of the best in the world for cardio challenges. Visitation is quite restricted so I was lucky, as the priest, to come in. Vaishnava’s family comes daily. His wife, Janaki, brings tasty prasadam from home, blessed by Krishna.
Mahāprabhu is also known as Great Lord. He has been Indian saint of 16th century. He has been founder of Achintya Bheda Abheda. There are devotees who is regarded as incarnation of Krishna. Chaitanya Mahaprabhu has a style of praying Krishna with song, which is ecstatic in nature. The dance offer significant effect over Bengal’s Vaishnavism. He has been major proponent of Vedantic philosophy of the Achintya Bheda Abheda. Mahaprabhu had started Gaudiya Vaishnavism. This is also known as Brahma-M
An address to members of the International Network of Women and Religion (INWAR) at their headquarters in New York City.
I’ll begin by defining two words: Vaishnava and women. A Vaishnava is a devotee of the Supreme Personality of Godhead, more personally known as Vishnu or Krishna. In India this term is quite common, and there are millions who follow the path of Vaishnavism. Ultimately, Vaishnava refers to the natural state of the soul, since all living beings are constitutionally related to G
The Man in the Antique Shop
My acquaintance with him began a year ago.
After being laid off from my well-paying job in York, I had taken up a job in a factory in Manchester, fifty miles from my home. The job was tasteless, but at least it helped put some food on the table. My wife had cleaned me out after the divorce and my resources were meagre.
Every evening after work, my factory bus would leave me at this bus-stop. Here, I would have to wait for a connecting cross-county bus to take me on my ho
