A dream and a donation for the van
While I distributed books at Cal Poly Pomona in Southern California, a student came to my table and asked, "Do you also go to Cypress College?" "Yes, I do." "I thought I recognized you. You gave a Bhagavad Gita to me a few years ago. I couldn't put it down. I love it. Not long after reading it, I had a dream: I was completely free of maya, no modes of nature, no illusion. In this dream I was so happy. I...
Prime Minister of Canada Stephen Harper Receives a Bhagavad Gita
All glories to Srila Prabhupada! Yesterday Radhapriya and I went to an event put on by a Conservative MP. This event required registration, security checks and confirmation prior to the event and then photo ID with the confirmation letter to get in. We took 2 Bhagavad Gitas with us in the hopes of getting 1 into the hands of the Prime Minister of Canada, Stephen Harper. Security was...
Lord Nityananda distributes books through a madman
Place: a village in Kelva India (near Palghar, which is in the Thane District of Maharshtra, an hour away from our Govardhan Eco village. Almost twenty of us (most from the same family) distribute Srila Prabhupada's books each December, the month when Lord Krsna spoke the sublime Gita. Every year, since most of the family members are devotees and are in ISKCON, we get together in December and go to many villages near Palghar and...
Book distribution to the Zombie’s
A small and excited bunch of us from Bhakti Lounge ventured into the Zombie Parade in Toronto this weekend. Surrounded by people impersonating Zombies, we wondered how to approach them. Initial attempts of speaking to them about Yoga and meditation resulted in amusing responses so we decided to try something different I had recently heard in a lecture. I started to ask the Zombies if they could tell me the...
A really sweet encounter while on traveling sankirtan
We were distributing the Teaching of Lord Kapila. During our scouting for Lord Kapila's candidates in Katikati (near Tauranga), I met up with the local mayor at the Katikati Heritage Museum. She was a kind lady with a weird haircut. Luckily, I managed to stop her before she jumped into her new Mercedes, and after a short discussion she happily accepted a TLK and gave a decent donation. Toward the end of...
Mohammed Gandhi
By the end of the same evening, only a few people were left on the streets. I stopped a black man. Usually, I am not eager to stop foreigners, because most of them do not speak German. The man was from Somali. Part of my approach for the Bhagavad Gita is saying that Mahatma Gandhi appreciated this great book. So I asked him, "You know Gandhi?" "Oh, yeah! Mohammed Gandhi! Yes, I know." Somehow or...




