During the marathon
I was on traveling sankirtana during the marathon. I was in Shepperton, two hours north of Melbourne. At one point, not many books were going out, and I was praying for help. Suddenly, a middle-aged lady appeared in front of me, and I introduced myself and offered her a Bhagavad-gita.
She gracefully accepted the book with a sigh of surprise and excitement and said, “I have to tell you something. A few days ago, I saw a truck full of cows to be slaughtered, and I decided not to eat meat anymore. I had a dream last night. A yogi came and gave me some instructions, and now here you are, a monk, a yogi, in front of me. I practiced yoga a while ago and then stopped. This meeting is the indication that I need to know more about yoga, and now I have the Bhagavad-gita.”
She gave nice donation and happily walked away.
One hot afternoon I was in Traralgon, two hours east of Melbourne. I stopped a lady and gave her a Gita.
she accepted it and said, “I really need to speak to you. I am going through a bit of a rough patch in my life, and I was thinking that I should read Bhagavad-gita. I went on the internet and found that there are so many editions of the Gita. I was praying to God to give me the right edition. And now here you are, with this authentic edition. Thank you.”
She walked away with a smile of relief.
- Gopa Vrndesa Dasa