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It was my New Year’s resolution to cut down on my possessions and travel with only the essentials. It hadn’t been easy. But I was determined. Once Tamal Krishna Goswami met Srila Prabhupada at New York’s Kennedy Airport for a flight to London. Maharaja was beginning his tenure as Prabhupada’s...
My dear Goswami, it is indeed easy to glorify you, for in your character and deeds I see the mercy of our spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada. I have no doubt that because of your service to the ISKCON movement you have received the full mercy of Srila...
I am writing my offering to you today at Sankari Cor, a most sacred place at the foot of Varsana hill, in Sri Vrindavan Dhama. Though I have visited this holy tirtha a number of times, I still cannot fathom my good fortune in being here. Nevertheless, I am fully aware...
Dhruva das and I arrived in Delhi after our short trip to Bangladesh and took a taxi to Vrindavan. Though I have been to Vrindavan many times in the last 35 years, coming into that transcendental abode is always a fresh and exhilarating experience. I wanted to enter Vrindavan in the proper frame of mind, so...
As autumn descended on Europe, I started thinking of my yearly pilgrimage to India. Going to India is more of a necessity than a luxury for one in the renounced order of life. To do his service well, a sannyasi must remain always pure in heart, and there is no better means of purifying the heart and building one's spiritual strength than spending the auspicious month of Kartika in the...
When I was young, my mother would often speak of her Britannic forebears. “Your grandmother was from Wales,” she told me on many occasions. But what she liked best was the Irish part. “Your grandfather was an Irishman from Cork,” she would say proudly. When my father would talk of his German roots, she’d pretend not to hear. “Look at the faces of these children,” she would say. “Irish eyes are smiling.”
I boarded a flight from Moscow to Krasnoyarsk with my secretary, Uttama-sloka das. We tried to get comfortable, but it wasn’t easy. The seats were small and close together. Although the plane had been renovated, it was still a vintage model, dating back at least 20 years. But it was midnight and we were exhausted, so we eventually fell asleep on the five-hour flight to Siberia.
During the festival in Odessa, one of my aspiring disciples asked to see me. Fifteen-year-old Radha Sakhi dasi was born into the Krishna consciousness movement. When she was a child, I gave her a lot of attention and care, as I do for many children, and while we talked, I could tell that such love had borne fruit.
After the Polish festival tour, I went to New Vraja Dhama in Hungary. Under the guidance of Sivarama Swami, it has become one of the most successful communities in ISKCON. I had planned to read and chant in the spiritual atmosphere there, but instead I found myself giving most of my time to my disciples, some of whom had even come from Croatia, Bosnia, and other neighboring countries to see me.