Author Archive
Saturday, March 15th, 2008
i switched.
i switched over today. maybe one day i’ll even get a real domain.
ridewithin.wordpress.com
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Monday, March 3rd, 2008
after midnight i think like this.
I’m outside right now relishing the warm weather and looking at the stars. They feel like old friends. I remember in Arizona sitting on the roof of our house, or driving to the desert, or camping on a mountain. The stars would blanket the sky and the more you stared into the sky which seemed to curve above you more and more stars would appear almost making it impossible to make out the major constellations. I sat on Mt Graham once at Geronimo Hot springs. It was a place where Geronimo would take his men to recover after a long scouting trip or a battle of some kind. It was probably exactly the same time of the year as now but 8 years ago or so. I sat with my hand in a hot steam of water meditating and praying for inner guidance. I peered out into the mysterious universe. I heard, “you have been wandering from planet to planet for so many lifetimes, fighting for this cause and that cause. Why don’t you dedicate this one life to Me?” The Great Mystery had spoken. I really contemplated the Lords message and agreed to his direction. There is more to the story but you may think I am crazier than you already do if I explain further.
I stayed in Athens this weekend rather than returning to New Vrindaban. Our Yoga studio opens Monday and I start teaching at the studio on Tuesday. We had our final wrap up meeting today working out all the business details, paying the bills, and scheduling. During the meeting I had the chance to actually look at my schedule of events for this month. It’s packed! Tuesday through Friday we are busy morning to night. The weekends are open for travel, New Vrindaban, continuing education and catching up. I feel very fortunate to be serving all day everyday. I always wanted to live a life where my work is what brings joy and inner fulfillment. I can honestly say that right now I see how that has been arranged. There is much work to be done, especially on myself. A number of weeks back I spoke with Acharyadeva about life and he told me to perform the Bhakti Check, a series of personal questions….
The Bhakti check:
Do I really want to do this service as an offering for Srila Prabhupada?
Do I feel Krishna’s presence in my life?
Am I reasonably attached to Krsna? Are my materialistic desires increasing?
Adjust. Make small adjustments to find balance.
I think i answered no no no yes. ouch. now i think i am answering, yes yes no yes. All of them I am working on. What I am appreciating most is that I have been gifted with a steady service to be able to notice and work on these points. On Tuesday we celebrate our 5th year anniversary of New Vrindaban College outreach. Just after we started my Gurumaharaja stopped me in the hallway behind the pujari room in New V and embraced me saying, “this is such a wonderful service. It is the best service you can do for the mission of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu.” Hearing this I just put it in my head that i should try to stick with this and try my best. We have made unlimited mistakes and still do but steadiness is allowing us to make natural progress. The analogy is like the water dripping on a rock. Outreach and everything which is involved with it is like water which is dripping on my wicked heart.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Saturday, March 1st, 2008
if a gun could kill winter….
I don’t like saying the word gun anymore. In yoga class today I told the students to interlace their fingers above their heads and leave their index fingers pointed upward. I was about to explain that they can imagine they are holding a gun in their hands shooting upwards. I didn’t use this visualization but I did take note of my hesitation to reference a gun for any purpose. When I saw this photo of me walking with this facemask on I reminisced of my former desires to be a follower of Sub Comadante Marcos in Chiapas. I used to imagine myself dedicated to a vision of social change and armed with sub machine guns and bullets draped across my chest. In Highschool my friends started carrying guns after they got bored of beating each other up with fists, box cutters, mace and tazers. In Arizona you are allowed to carry concealed weapons. When I was in college I was going to start carrying a gun in my back pack to protect myself when I was out in the streets doing graffiti. One time I was in Las Vegas at a party sitting on a couch. My friend started a big fight with the main group of people who’s party it was. A few friends ran inside and grabbed me assuring me it was time to go. We ran to our car with a number of people chasing us. We jumped into the car just as someone began to shoot at our vehicle multiple times with a hand gun. Just before I moved into the ashram in Arizona I went on a hike with one senior devotee on Mt Lemon. We had a wonderful day of hiking through dry river beds and reaching the top of the mountain. We were immersed in chanting japa and I asked many questions about living a saintly devoted life to Krsna. I was so happy to be in the company of such a senior personality who was obviously very advanced. We finally returned to the vehicle we drove. I sat in the passenger seat and as this devotee took off his water pack and jacket he also removed a gun from underneath his tshirt and put it in the glove compartment. I blinked for a second and did not believe my eyes. I was definitely confused for some time.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
Admit Something.
Hafiz
WITH THAT MOON LANGUAGE
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a
full moon in each eye that is
always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in
this world is
dying to
hear?
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Monday, February 25th, 2008
mondays are filled with unique experiences.
I don’t know if my ear hurts right now from talking on the cell phone so much this evening or from the painful crunching sound of the deer smashing into the car that I haven’t really processed yet.
Mondays are just not my days I guess. Each of my past three Mondays have been marked with dangerous experiences. February 11th I drove alone to Southern West Virginia for a lecture at a University. On my way home my car spun out of control. First it started swerving to the left then to the right then to the left then it just hit ice again and
started spinning out of control. I closed my eyes and remembered my dear Lord Govinda. The car got spun 270 degrees and got stuck on the edge of a ten foot embankment. It was a total blizzard. I got out of the car and some one got out of their car running towards me asking if I was ok and said they were calling a wrecker. I was really confused not understanding the term wrecker. It is the Appalachia term for Tow Truck. Not wanting to pay the 50 bucks for a tow I waved down a large truck and asked him to pull me out. With out much hesitation he took out his tow strap and easily pulled me off the embankment. A police officer who was present gave me a panthlet inviting me to his church if I was ever around town again. He said everyone needs Jesus in their life. I asked the man who pulled me out for his contact info so I could send him a thank you card but he stopped half way through writing his address and said, “you know what, just do something nice for someone else some day.” I drove the rest of the way to Athens in great anxiety about slipping on the ice again. I made it home safely but in about three times as long as it normally would have.
On February 18 I drove from Athens to Columbus. The weather was great all day long. I stoppped into the Accra African market to buy plantains. palm nut cream and fufu for our African lunch later in the week. I then went to the temple for Darshan where I ended up doing kirtan and speaking for half an hour to a weekly meeting of new devotees about Bhagavad Gita and Lord Nityananda. When I left the temple at 7:30pm four inches of snow had covered everything and it was still snowing. Out of nowhere a blizard hit! I drove over to Mother Kamagiri’s home to see the family and have dinner. We talked for about two hours and I had to hit the road. It was horrible! Because the storm hit so late and unexpectedly the snow just packed down and turned to ice. There were no snow plows out. Literally every hundred feet there were cars off the road. We were driving about 20 miles per hour. I had another 70 miles to drive at night, after a huge gluten feast, and in a blizzard. The weather got worse and worse so I pulled over into a shopping center and read for about an hour hoping the storm would stop. It was about 11 pm so I decided to sleep some. I woke up to the sensation in my toes of frost bite. I got back on the road and drove the rest of the way home where i made it in bed by 1:30am.
Today I stayed at New V until all the festivities were over. After the huge paneer subji had entered my body I needed to rest for about two hours. Around 4:30 I packed up the car and jumped in. Chris and Devanada Pandit Prabhus were wishing me off when I started the car and removed the emergency break. It was then that we heard a huge SNAP!I tried to back up but the car would not move an inch. The rear wheels locked up. No mechanics were around so Devananda Pandit Prabhu and I jacked up the car to see what we could find out even though both of us knew nothing about cars. Chris Prabhu chanted next to us for spiritual support. We had to removed each wheel and then bang on the break drums to loosen the brake pads from the drum. We think that the freezing weather kept them locked. Maybe the emergency cable broke too. We now know that I need new break pads. So it worked and I got off to the road. I made it to Athens safely.
When I got to the house one of the high school boys who comes to our program was sleeping in the living room. I woke him up and asked him if everything was ok and if he needed a ride home. His mother called at that time to see if he was ok then we drove home. On our way to his house a deer jumped out on to the road. I was driving about 40 miles per hour. I cringed and slightly swerved. The deer smashed into the side of the car breaking the side view mirror. We stopped to look for the deer. We could not find it anywhere and there was no blood on the car. It was a very loud sound which instantly reminded me of a story a close friend was retelling a month back as he picked me up form the airport in Albany.
He was a bit reserved for some time when we were driving. After about an hour of talking he shared what was on his mind. He told me that just three hours previous he had remembered hitting and killing a woman when he was a teenager. He forgot about the whole incident that morning. After it had happened his father told him to forget all about it because he had taken care of everything. So he did that. He went on with his football playing and high school partying. He went through college, He worked for 20 years, had got married and had two kids. This day while sitting having breakfast with his father in law and wife, his father in law told him a recent headline. A woman took her two daughters out to a highway removed everyones clothes and walked out in front sick. He excused himself from breakfast table and went to another room where he laid on the floor in great pain. He felt like vomiting. He was bewildered why he felt so much pain. All the remembrances of his own experiences entered his memory after so many years. He was driving home one night when a woman jumped out onto the highway. He hit her and she flew into the windshield. He clearly remembers the striking sound of her bones crushing against the windshield. It was present again, the whole experience. The whole traumatizing experience which he was told to forget. That experience didn’t disappear it was hidden deep within and some how it was time to come out.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008
This is very fun.
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
.jpg)
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Monday, February 18th, 2008
Krsna Prema Prada Sri Gaura Hari.
Lord Nityananda used to travel with me for three years or so. Now He and His brother Lord Chaitanya are residing in a little wooden box for various reasons. I miss them. Actually I miss everything about Krsna Consciousness. Oh Nitai! emana nirghrna more keba krpa kare, eka nityanada vinu jagat bhitare. Maybe I have a chance, if only I meant it.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Sunday, February 10th, 2008
Reflections Newsletter
I was spoken of in the recent Bhakti Tirtha Swami Reflections Newsletter. I don’t know how to upload a pdf file to this blog so when I learn how Ill do it asap. If anyone out there knows how to do that let me know!
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Saturday, February 9th, 2008
it’s all love
this is a unique expression of love. if you have 6 minutes watch it…
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Monday, February 4th, 2008
the one two knock out punch…..
Tonight I was punched multiple times during a well planned performance. I deserved each and every hit. Actually the words which were spoken were like sharp arrows or precise missiles intelligently aimed at specific targets to weaken or dis-empower. A list was made of each and every thing which I hold dear in my life and systematically attacked revealing my duplicity and endeavors to feed the demons within. I am not a person who uses curse words but with all honesty I think I understood the inner purports of the four letter word and could use it to its full potential. My mouth remained closed as per the instructions I received to simply listen for my own welfare and contemplate the subject matter for a few weeks before I react upon impulse and anger from the ego. Bravo Bravo! Well planned performance, voice and all! I was destroyed and confused. I am destroyed and confused. Bewildered by the tests which come at the most exact times. A doctor knows how to prescribe medicine for a patient and Krsna is the most expert. I bow at his ability to utilize others so dramatically in this divine play of purification. I am thankful that I am surrounded by many Vaisnavas who quickly brought me back to emotional balance with their embraces and gentle encouraging words. While hearing I remembered this poem,
Anyway
People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Love them anyway,
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Do good anyway. The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow; Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable; Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight; Build anyway. Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth; Give the best you’ve got anyway.
On the walls of Shishu Bhavan,
Mother Teresa’s home in Calcutta
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Monday, February 4th, 2008
sunny days but stick in a terminal.
This is Mother Rukmini and VBD gazing upon Sri Sri Gaura Nitai.
In Charlotte North Carolina now. Its wonderful to see sunny skys and distant horizons. I reminice of old times in Arizona. This time of the year is so wonderful out there. Maybe one day I can visit and spend some time out doors.
VBD, Krishangi and I stayed up til 1am talking as usual and woke up at 4 am to catch my morning flight out of Newark. Somehow we made it.
On the plane out of Newark I chanted a bit, slept some and listened to a lecture. I met up with my old friend Rikin at 2nd ave on Friday and he let me have about ten Bhutabhavan Prabhu lectures off his jump drive. Bhutabhavan Prabhu is an amazing speaker and sincere practitioner of Krsna Consciousness. On the plane ride I was listening and taking notes on his Lateral thinking seminar given in New York a few weeks ago. Im really connecting with his realizations about, and approach to, inspiring devotees to extend themselves to serve others. If you ever have a chance to hear him speak at anytime please take advantage of the opportunity. Better than that, invite him out to your area to ensure his association in your life.
Ill land in Columbus at lunch time and be picked up by Jason who just returned from a wonderful 1 month bicycle tour from San Francisco to Phoenix. We’ll do some shopping for Vegan Cooking Workshop, pick up some things I left in the city and then drive down to Athens. This week is going to be wonderful in Athens. Jason, Chase and Chaitanya will all be there! I am so fortunate to have such great association after so many weeks of being away.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
om gam ganapataye namaha
The past few days have been filled with Ganeshji’s mercy! Just before I left Kripalu my roommate left me a gift and a card. In the package was a small deity of Ganesha. I was so happy to have him appear in my life at this time. Today I was in NYc at Ashtanga New York and made arrangements to study there during our spring break in March. Ganeshji runs the place! I can’t wait to be there and start my Ashtanga practice. So New Yorkers keep a look out I’ll be around in March. Oh yeah I don’t know if this is bonafide or not but I keep Ganesha in my bead bag and rub his belly.
Om parvati pataye
Hara hara hara mahadev
Gajananam buta
Ganadi sevatam
Kapitha jambu
Phalacharu bhakshanam
Umasutam shoka
Vinasha karakam
Namami vigneshvara
Pada pankajam
O elephant-faced God, Ganesha,
you are served by the attendants of Shiva
and you eat forest apples and blackberries.
You are Uma’s son, the destroyer of sorrows.
I bow to the lotus feet of the remover of obstacles.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
been tired since i joined iskcon
It’s almost midnight. I haven’t chanted all my rounds today and I won’t. I just can’t do it. Energetically and mentally I’m a bit thrown off.
My 200 hour Kripalu Yoga Teacher Training officially ended today. I’m a certified Yoga teacher now. It was a lot of work. I woke up everyday at 4:30am and slept at 11pm. I was sleep deprived, and worked all the sheaths of myself tired. Asanas and pranayama, asanas and pranayam, asanas and pranayam, asanas and pranayam all damn day! It was wonderful, I learned so much about myself and about others. I learned to teach!
I went to various extremes and experienced yoga in all new ways. It was true experiential education. My favorite. The third level of intelligence. I just received an email that said a friend of mine just signed the lease on a new yoga studio in Athens. I’m signing up for slots. Lets see what happens with this new approach of teaching.
Im at Dereks house now and tommorrow Ill catch a train to the city(nyc) to meet up with the family there. Rukmini Mataji is sharing her realizations at 2nd avenue so it will be a great blessing to be there. Plus Ill see all the boys from the Sanctuary and the rest of the family. From there Ill head over to Jersey to meet the Pandava sena and Sunday meet with Micheal and Monday fly off to Columbus to pick up Jason and head to Athens! That’s if I make it to my 6 am flight.
I got invited back to Kripalu as a yoga teacher intern if that can fit into my life sometime. I met so many wonderful teachers and peers. Just this one experience has opened up many doors for future service with many new contacts. Right now I just can’t wait to get back to my normal schedule at the college. I miss them kids! Maybe soon I might even make it back to New Vrindaban and lay down at the feet of Sri Sri Vrindaban Chandra and the Vaishnavas.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Thursday, January 31st, 2008
living in a cocoon
I’ve been Reflecting upon my life for the last 8 years living in the ashram and being guided by my Gurumaharaja. Today I read this wonderful quote which gave me a little more insight into the relationship I have with him and our organization’s purpose.
“If you clip a cocoon to help a butterfly emerge, you will cripple the butterfly. Pushing against the interior of the cocoon is an essential, organismic struggle that brings fluids into the spiny tubules that will eventually harden into wings. Without this resistance and great effort, the wings will not develop and the butterfly will not fly. Likewise, if you meet a child with nonjudgemental support at the edge of his or her struggle, that child will break through challenges into the next developmental stage in his or her own time and own unique way. Every individual longs for a cocoon of safety, for loving support and encouragement to break through the discomforts of learning in order to discover his or her unique and personal vision of the self and to realize fulfillment as an individual.”
-Don Stapleton, Self Awakening Yoga
This is what I look like in my yoga cocoon.
Comments Off - Posted in Contributors by your servant-bcd
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
don’t break the ice
On an other BMX note, did you ever see that movie “RAD”? Well I’ve watched it thousands of times and there is that song at the beginning “Don’t break the Ice”. It has taken 15 years to experience the importance of that song. A few days ago I walked across a two mile lake! Back and forth! It was the scariest thing I have ever done.
What happened was I was out on a walk trying to get out of the giant building and connect with nature. I made it to the lake and saw that it was frozen solid. Im from Arizona originally so frozen things are of great interest to me. One time a friend and I walked across one of the ponds at New Vrindaban. 
Here I went out on the ice and I met Brenda from my yoga class. She is very quiet woman who I haven’t spoken to much. I dared her to walk across the lake. So we both decided to take the challenge. It took an hour or more. We walked in great fear light footed and shallow breathed. Do you know that sound in those sci fi films of unseen life forms woowoomp woowoomp woowoomp? After some time we realized that it was the sound of air being released from cracks in the ice.
We wanted to turn around every few minutes but felt so much excitement meeting our fears. It was so much fun. We reverted back to our child inside. One time I dared Brenda to jump on a big crack on the ice and she did. Nothing happened until I stepped forward and we heard the sound of cracking ice. We both screamed and started walking faster and softer towards the shore. The sun peeked through the clouds and the ice started cracking more and more as we walked and the woowoomp sounds became louder and more frequent. After a half hour of great terror we made it to the shore where we were greeted with dark chocolates and hugs from other members of our class. 