Hareeeee! Hareeeee! ….Hareeeeee! Hareeeeee!
From all 10 directions These Names entered into my body through all pores of the skin. My heart cried:
-please! Please! Let this never end! Please, oh Holy Name, be with me forever!
This was a Sunday program which I first visited in Sri Sri Radha Gopinath Temple. Devotees told me to come to the Temple exactly at 12 PM, otherwise I will listen the lecture outside. I did as they told, occupied some place on the floor, putting my bag. Then just waited. At least within 1-1 and half hours, huge enough, Temple hall filled with Devotees. I could see them not only sitting deeply attached to me but in the up balconies also. There were nearly 5-8 Devotees in white as like lots of champak flowers put in one vase. Situation came to that condition that I started to pull my stomach in and in, hardly breathing.
The loud sound of conhshell attracted everyone's attention to the yet closed Altar of Sri Sri Radha Gopinath. Everybody stood up. The Altar opened. Everybody, somehow or other paid obeisance. Followed puja, everyone with hold up hands started to sing Pranams to Srila Prabhupada, then to Pancha Tattva. I could see only beautifully decorated, black and shiny hairs of Matajis. Hardly struggling, joined their rhythm, hand movements…mind became calmer. Suddenly, the moment the kirtanier sang: "Na…" I felt myself as if Earthquake or thunderbolt happened. Within a moment I was left alone holding hands up and standing on my toes. I looked around, found 1-2 people here and there standing similar to my position. Everyone sat and started to sing: "Namaste Narasimhayaaa"
At least we all sat, waiting to the lecturer. These time not only one lecturer His Holiness Srila Radhanatha Swami Maharaja but His Holiness Shukadeva Goswami Maharaja and His Holiness Bhakti Rasaamrita Maharaja all together sat and started their ecstatic lecture. Sitting in a very crowded hall made me nervous. I asked Mataji who was next to me, why it is so. She smiled and with joyful face informed me that the same quantity or little more were there in the first floor.
-But why? Or how?
-They listen lecture in Hindi and see Maharaja on TV.
Also every corner of the Temple was filled with Devotees. Those who for that time served at the kitchen mentally also were in the lecture hall.
Everyone was eagerly listening to the lecture except me. My consciousness was in my soon atrophied parts of the body.
2-3 hours past. Lecture was over. Everyone stood up and the mysterious sound of harmonium began the Kirtan. Soft voice of His Holiness Srila Radhanatha Swami Maharaja filled the atmosphere with determination to chant. As an answer, all the Devotees graciously started to move their legs and hands as like they were on the lap of soft wind. I also did the same but still the crowd was disturbing me. For my mind there was not enough place.
Suddenly the Kirtan stopped. Everyone stood as like frizzed trees waiting for the next surprise. This time I made myself really ready to sit along with the crowd, if needed.
But Maharaja told:
-NOW, PLEASE, ALL OF YOU, DANCE!!!
My mind cried:
-oh, my God! How?
Kirtan slowly, slowly took to the strength. Louder and louder. Everybody started to jump and dance. But my diseased mind was still keeping me as a stone in the middle of flowing mountain water. I did not know anyone. Then I saw Sita Mataji, who I meet in South Indian Yatra (2010-11). She cached my hands and with smiling face chanted and made me to dance with her.
That time the Holy Names of: Hareeeeee Hareeeee!" touched my heart. My mind cried out:
"please, again chant those Names!"
There was one more Mataji foreign Mataji. Sita Mataji took her hand also and we started to circle 3 of us and dance. Then other girls surrounded us. Now from all 10 sides I could hear those sweet names:
Somehow or other, even there was no enough place Krishna made us to dance in a very beautiful way. Krishna is unlimited! Spiritual world is unlimited! Krishna's mercy is unlimited!
Joy filled my heart,
Please, Time, stop, stop!
Please, let me hear the sweetest Names,
From the lips of my dear Friends!
Time, again, please, beg, stop!
Do not make me from the Name separate!
Please, friends, cry, chant!
Let these ears from your voice melt!
Oh, Sita Mata, I am Your puppet,
Please, make me more to dance and jump!
Krishna and Hare to You belong,
To dance They choused Your own tongue.
Everyone please, hear my warning!
Be aware in Radha – Gopinath to be shocking!
It might happen to you, dear,
You may loose your heart there.
As like me now heartless,
Make me cry those memories.
Bring me back my heart, or else,
Force me to be in Your full service!