Letters to the editor

TB was still sitting in the jungle. The powerful Nubian bearers were cooking breakfast. All the white-women had reformed the evil Dutch ivory poachers, married them, and sailed back to Ing Land.
TB wondered who, 'Ing', was.
He was also looking w/ amazement at Piggy, BW [Buck White], who was busy with his bath and laundry and singing HK/HR Kirtan. It seemed that his bath-kirtan was just as important to him as Mangala-arati Kirtan.

Text Six
saṇkhya-purvaka-nama-gana-natibhih kalavasani-krtau
Sad Goswami Astaka

He also noticed that while doing his fortnightly shave Buck had nicked himself and that it took the darnedest longest time to get the bleeding to stop. Buck and his father were surgically certified mildly hemophiliacs.

"Everybody's rid'n a different Donkey",  thought TB, "Become self-realized, build your character and teach".

That was different than: Sit still while I instill. Rather it was: The Teacher is the Midwife of the Psyche. Education in its mayority was waking up, recovery from amnesia, look'n down ' see'n what color donkey you was rid'n

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TB shouldered his portable type-writer, stepped into line and moved out. He didn't have the slightest idea where they were [except that he was in Africa] nor where they were going [to look for Janaki-nandini] but he knew that they were on their way.

Where am I going? I don't know.
What am I doing? I don't care.
All I know is I am on my way.

Mode of Passion, come along!
Mode of Passion, sing a song!
All I know is I am on my way.
[Inspired, "Oklahoma"]

if the king is healthy and happy,
the kingdom is filled with joy,
the robbers reform or wither,
their agents they cannot deploy.
we build our own world

seven rounds are wonderful,
seventeen even more.
seven crac[K] the window.
seventeen open the door.
now go through

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Tom Brown pulled out the paper.
closed his typewriter,
leaned back stool-wise.
and softly chanted HK/HR on his 'monkey mala' [18-beads].
His eyes were half closed and there was a grin from [h]ear to [h]ear.

his black african slaves were setting up camp,
grimacing at white women,
and chanting, "me ooooh! canau! [me ooooh! canau!]" like they had seen on the YouTube yesterday.

yes, it is 1897, africa, west nigeria and this is the famous Banana-rama expedition gone in search of Lord Chandra Dawson who was lost one year previously.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-lDY02DThk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9yBOE0V4P4

[NOTICE - Three Possible Cause for Victory]

. . .

YESTERDAY, while marching, they had encountered the evil Fu Tan Chu who was laughing and theatening white women with his whip.

in revenge the white-women had hurled him down into the river GoBo,

where he was set-upon by half a dozen hungry croc o'dyles, who ripped him into pieces and ate him without chewing thoroughly nor brushing afterwards, and were observed in this broiling turmoil of blood and fat by the ladys who had then raised the backs of their delicate hands to their soft ruby lips and said, 'oh, my goodness'!

TB at the head of his column of 27 four-hundred pound, 7-foot tall, black Nubian porters, and 13-evil Dutch ivory poachers, just swung his typwriter case back onto his shoulder and commented, 'Evil is always punished' and moved on.

The white-women again chanted, "Ahhh!" and also moved on.

Lord Chandra had been son of the First Sky Lord of the British Empire, an unqeuncheable reformer in the dungeons of the Dragon Gorge Correctional House for Felons of Capital Crimes, and had set off into an uncharted part of Africa looking for the kidnapped daughter of Lord John Och, First Earl of Myteal La.

little, little line of beads,
he twirls them, kneads them,
they are seeds.

wash his feet in cane juice,
briming crispy hot,
then yogurt/ghee/milk, water,
at last it's cool, not hot.

at his feet fight maya,
her weapons heat and cold,
always call, 'sri hara!',
you never will grow old.

if you can breath, you can chant
if you can breath, you can chant
'x'[if you can chant, you can dance]~

Hare Krsna! Hare Rama!

All actors die in this drama!

We erased all the letters older than 3-weeks ago, so write again. We looked at the title and author of each one. Many of authors we personally met in India et al after they wrote.

If we make no compromises with our body, giving up pure devotional service, then we really might die at any day. That's O.K. Even to think there are days is a kind of joke. Days, years, these are just things to enchance the present moment.

Lots of work for the Ministry, local building and automobile scrubbing and scratching too. Today. Six calls with Rama-giridhari Das. Very lot of work for NIOS-Goloka Foundation setting up Board of Directors Meeting.

Now it is 6.47PM. Dark outside. [Spooky!]

Regular Friday home program starts at NGD ashrama at 7.30PM, but first ride we can get will be at 7.45PM [with Tandavika Das].

Do these words stimulate the lotus feet of His Divine Grace?
Upon that, that's all we need to concentrate.

There is no past nor future true.
They exist but only as they improve your World View.

Add trees and flowers to the trysting bower.
Add memories and plans to the present hour.

BUILD A BETTER GOLOKA

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What do you see?
Our Japa beads.

Which one of them is the most beautiful?
Does Her smile to Vraja's forests lead?

There the deer and monkeys prance.
There Radha and Krsna and the Gopis dance.

Radha has so many qualities.
She is more concerned with Her friends welfare,
Than Her own intense, personal care.

Krsna and the boys wear ankle bells.
They dance and run and strike the Earth,
She shakes and rolls with alarming mirth.

Shut down the football, all the teams of TV,
With all of their plays,
Vraja lila has the best sports, in both the nights and the days.

.TWENTY-FOUR HOURS/DAY.

jOIN uS ===>

Hare Krsna.

5.20PM. The sun is going down. It is getting dark. We get depressed this time of day, year. You also?   There are no leaves on the trees. We have not really seen one human being all day. It is pretty good. The alarm went off at 1.15AM. We got up  and turned it off and then dozed again until 2.48AM. Then we jumped into Japa, Fool Mourning Program.

Then we Cut, Scanned, Uploaded the TPP-CB and sent the Link to CMDD and Patraka Das. They asked for it.  We cooked pop-corn in ghee with walnuts for Lord Nrsmha deva's breakfast and then baked two potatoes for His lunch. Seems to be going pretty well.

We feel depressed alone in our mind and stomach many times but when we try to chant externally we become quite animated. It is strange. Seems to indicate a real purification deeper than the mind and body.

Booked the ticket to Boise: 1st June. It was like $182.80 today and would have been $235 tomorrow and a two hour longer flight.

Got the Auto Sales papers off with Rufus to Tandavika Das and he called asking which Docs to sign. I told him, but now he just called and said he is on the road (45-minute drive) to deliver them. That's strange. Maybe he wants a little Vaisnava association. We can do some Kirtan for Radha Natabara maybe.

We have 25GB to use within three days so we looked at what's on the YouTube. We found Radhikas Sad Sandarba lectures from the Silicon Valley from a long time ago and listened for three hours. Of course, we sped it up to 2x speed and still could have gone faster. Was very enlightening.

We've answered all the letters older than three days and one more even older. We are catching up. Now we'll do some Japa and get a USB drive to mail the "LOB" movie by Oscar to Giridhari Swami in Hong Kong.

Lot of other things happening. We chant Hare Krsna in the middle of it all. We will go from Brahman to Paramatma to Bhagavan.

You too?

Hare Krsna, Hare Rama.

Has you Donkey died and has gone to heaven? But still you should write to the Blog of life after death, whether in the cooler or in the oven.

How are you!?     It is 1.23PM.   We are sitting on our desk. Looking out at Medcial Center Parkway. 40-White, Black, Grey or Red cars go by every minute.  We are getting a little bit more regulated schedule. Unless we get our senses in the mode of pure goodness we will never realize Vasudeva.

The 'Kapi Dhvaja' went, is posted at the Web site.

We bought our Spain ticket 3-12 April.

Great gods and goddesses, yogis and yoginis et al are working on the calendar.

We have nine rounds done.  We are still low on energy but it is building back up.

Every night we go to see NGD and now Rama-giri-dhari Das is in Houston.

O.K. Bath and Gayatri.

We are answering the mail little faster now.

                                         '0'ink~

!!! Krsna loves to play !!!    Do you love to play?