Don’t be Caught out Here without some of those Sweets
Completely sweet. Reminds me of the time I was stopped by a policeman while distributing books in Daley Plaza in Chicago. He said "What's in the bag?" My heart rate went up and I thought I was going to be harassed and told to move on. Then this big burly cop asked "Got any of those sweets?" Turns out he had received some prasadam sweets at the Chicago Ratha yatra and had never forgotten the taste. I did have...
A Message From Beyond
While we were in New Plymouth the other day to run a few errands, Syama-gauri and I thought we'd try selling a few Gitas to a small quasi-spiritual book store in town, which also specializes in crystals, magic potions, fairy statues and incense sticks. A few weeks back, Syama-gauri had by chance meet one of the staff who worked there, and mentioned in passing that we had the Bhagavad-gita and other books from the East, and the...
North Carolina State University: Book Distribution at Yogafest
Last Friday, our traveling sankirtan party visited North Carolina State University, in Raleigh, and the devotees felt very well received. In the beginning of the day, I met a person who told me that the next day there would be an event called Yogafest at a conference center on campus I looked up the event online and called the organizer. I told him that I am a Vedic monk who travel all over the United States distributing the original...
“If they read one page, one word, then their lives will become perfect.”
I want to share with you a recent occurrence that reinforced my faith in Srila Prabhupada's promise, "If they read one page, one word, then their lives will become perfect." This also reminded me not to over intellectualise regarding the simple yet sublime process of book distribution. Just over two years ago I met two brothers and sold them a Raja Vidya. They are from South Africa but were living in Bath England at the...
The Police Get the Mercy
During the fall, one rainy morning I find myself distributing books in Kansas City at the corner of Troost and 63rd, perhaps a mile from the temple. This part of town is a little shaky, to put it lightly. There are chicken bones strewn everywhere, and creepy looking hobos constantly give me bad looks. I approach a young African American gentleman smoking a cigarette outside the local gas station and strike up a conversation (he later...
A Bus Driver is Becoming Krsna Conscious
There's a man called Peter, who often drives the bus to and from Mt. Victoria. This is the bus on which I get to and from where I live. Most of the time, Peter is in a bad mood. He gets angry with other drivers on the road and angry with passengers who take too long to find their snapper card. One day I was at the bus stop with Gokula-lila, about to travel to the city. Peter was driving the bus. He was in an unusually good mood....
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