A new technique
Jan12

A new technique

During the Woodford festival in Queensland, Australia, I had some interesting experiences. An elderly man came to the table and said, “Ten years ago, a friend of mine and I came to your table, and he got a Bhagavad-gita from you. Then, after reading it, he gave it to me.” I said, “To keep the flow rolling, how about if you get a Bhagavad-gita and give it to a friend?” “Yes, I’ll do that. That would...

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Tracy finds a clue
Jan12

Tracy finds a clue

I was distributing books in the Northern England town of Chester, when I  met a middle-aged lady called Tracey. On approaching her with a Bhagavad  Gita, she said she already had one, that she practiced ‘Transcendental  Meditation’ and had lived in a TM Community for some time in the past (devotees are probably familiar with ‘TM’, the movement started by Maharishi Mahesa Yogi, whom Prabhupada critized for the...

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The nectar of Arabic book distribution
Jan11

The nectar of Arabic book distribution

Myself and Kautukarnava Prabhu launched out Arabic book effort on 15th December. Unable to locate a promising spot while operating in ‘testing the waters’ mode, we decided to start from the Pharao’s Egyptian Sandwiches on Geary Street in San Francisco. Much to our disappointment, the eatery turned out to be a deserted place, but it had a Halal Store, called the ‘Salama Halal Meat’ next to it. This store wasn’t on our itinerary,...

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Arabic book distribution, along with a harinama in the rain
Jan11

Arabic book distribution, along with a harinama in the rain

We were in Fairfield (Sydney), which is densely populated by Arabs. An unforecasted storm hit us. The harinama party had to make a decision to continue or cancel. Given that it was a long way from home, we decided to continue, and we moved through the streets under roof footpaths. Looking at the dancing and singing in the rain, all the Arabs were coming out of the shops, elated to watch and hear the harinama. I started placing Arabic...

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Meeting a special man from Morocco
Dec26

Meeting a special man from Morocco

Sunday morning in Vilnius, nobody even took a book for one hour. Because I was alone, my enthusiasm started to go down. Then I stopped a guy who was from Morocco. He explained his difficult situation. His Lithuanian wife with their child, went from Morocco to Lithuania, just for the holidays and didn’t come back. So he had come to Lithuania to find them. She left him, without saying anything. I asked him what he is going to do,...

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