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there was a pattern maker [hey govinda] who lived in Dandi Karingi.
he was a smoker, meaning whatever he wove, eg. carpets, curtains, cable and towels, he swung over a charcoal fire, where he always had fresh herbs to throw into that fire.
it scented and stained all his work.
his own deity was Sriman Narayana. Lord Visnu.
and he always visited his neighbor, dvija polanskii's, saligram shila, every day, after dp finished his puja.
hare krsna, hare rama // hare krsna, hare rama ! ! !
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he had 27, 000 dollars, but also had heart mer mer's.
his doctor, spickly spanky, said, 'don't worry about that. it happens to everyone all the time.
you really can take it with you, if you are going to use it for KRSNA, so just think this way, "this money is for Krsna, i am always trying to invest it as much as possible in HIS sankirtan, but if I go from here, I can take it with me... continue to develop my current service in my next body" '.
karangi laughed when s. spankly said, 'my?'!!!
everything/one belongs to KRSNA. 😆
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one day, while karangi was speaking Spanish, with childish English, he told everyone the story of his neighbor in Kolkata [Ragunatha-pur village [near Dum Dum airport]], whose goat was named rabindra-natha chagul,
because rabindran-natha tagore had a long white beard, and so did the neighbor's goat [chagul in bengali].
.rabindra natha chagul. 😆
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srila prabhupada raised his eyebrows to subhaga swami when prabhupada cited r. tagore's comment that 'woman was the greatest creation of God'! 😲
in response to subhaga swami's question of what SP thought about Tagore.
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smoke smoke dinker-kend was like a tree that would not bend. the more he knew of satellites and tele com, the less he knew of his neighbor's farm.
mystic, miss tick, powers only made him dumb, like a festooned frog with an aluminum thumb. plain thumb-dumb.
rum bum dum. . . as dum as possible.
the supreme personality of dumb head? [hood?]
[[see shiva jvara fights visnu jvara in the book KRSNA The SPOG in the banasura defeated chapter.]]
it explains the limits of dumb.
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quintin quintin ceriliac, stole old cheese like a maniac.
old and proper, it was just fine, to offer to the gopas with non-fermented wine.
and bread from braja ovens.
and then they had strength to cowherd,
animals husbands.
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dickleforth brandydorth drove a mean machine. it was calm posed of iron particles. and of ocean lakes it dreamed.
its crinillated oil berths, were filled with diesel sucked from the earth, to get to where it was Go Ing.
at Karingi's stall he would often call, and he traded wood for woollens.
Then he bartered them with Gopi cousins, for clothes the Gopas would fit in.
in din den fin.
even a fish can join in, gauranga, and dance in ecstacy.
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you can look and you can look,
but's very hard to find anything more beautiful than a east-side sun-rize, when it's well cooked.
look look the sunrise sighs and takes the book.
raids your look.
. . . it is the color of KRSNA's dhoti.
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monkey monkey in the hall,
why do you write?
what is your fall?
to make noise that sounds like snow, that when it falls makes a crystal glow.
fill the world with ecstatic sound.
then darkness devils' not be found.
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then there was Daniel Mingle-forth,
always heading to the North.
got it from 'the pandava's retire timely',
canto one
later chapter.
when KRSNA sends us no more Prasad, in this land of shadow shows,
it's because He has somewhere else for us to turn our toes,
see where the army goes.
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2025 mar 7
"thunder master's, daggled dee foot crayon crate"
once upon a time, in a far distant galaxy, there was a pig named sylvestar stalone. he was an author and with his pen he roamed.
Romed.
Row 'med.
Bought a boat in Buccharest.
was may of tin and tar. with it . with his favorite monkey. he would travel far.
monkey, piggy, 'stalown.
visit organic apple/carrot bars.
when we settle down we frown, because we find again, we never settle down.
stay in our cottage. our the ground, but that is also vibrating and gyrating to the sound of KRSNA'a flute!
Tute!
Tute!
Hear the flute?
Krsna toot?
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we just finished reviewing this. it was started by Tom Brown, Monkey, many weeks ago. It is is half mad, but that also means that it is half sane!
Hope it stimulates your Sankirtan.
Your many disciples in discipleship to Lord Caitanya are waiting for you!!
Thank you.
Hare Krsna!
