Tom Brown (Monkey)

WRITING
AGTSP     paoho.    Here we are in Cuenca, Ecuador.  It is colder than popsicles, but almost as sweet.      You may ask why we write, and the answer is simple, to stay awake. If we don't write we lose control of our mind.

MINDING MIDGETS
Our mind is inherited the past refuse of generations of stupid garbage junk. If we don't write about the Krsna book then into this refuse it will dunk.

Krsna, Krsna,    Krsna, Krsna,
                   Krsna, Krsna,    Krsna, He!

When we keep these storys from the KRSNA book in our head and heart, then they confront all information that comes from the bilge-water-world of Srimati Maya-devi's huge enventory of excruciating excreta, that we confront daily, and by the mercy of Hara, we can connect it all the Her service.

FIRST PLACE
The first history we heard from the KRSNA book was "The Story of the Shyamantaka Jewel", yet, however, but, we personally heard from Jayananda Das' lips, as we remember, that Srila Prabhupada said, that if you go on chanting "Hare Krishna" you will see pastimes that you never read in any of my books.

Still, Stow, Ree,
      Shyaman,   Taw,    Kaw
Jewel is hunky-dori.

Once there was a King of the name, Satrajit... [What does the name mean??  "Jit" means to conquer, but "satra" we don't k'no] ... who lived within the juris diction of Dvaraka-dhama. [He lived on the island or D'ka had juris diction of land-lots also??]

He was a great devotee of the Sun god and therefor gradually entered into a very friendly relationship with him.   Because of this the Sun-god awarded him the jewel known as Shyamantaka, which, when he would wear it, in a locket hung around his neck, made him appear just like the Sun god with his dazzling effulgence.

One day, thus attired, he visited the city of Dvaraka... [stay tuned for more devolpments and/or read it or tell in to some one, or contemplate it, but somehow or other keep it on your mind.]