Srila Prabhupada’s Mercy on Mad Mick
Told by Bhaktin Annette to Kalyani Devi Dasi This is a story which proves that the mercy of Srila Prabhupada flows like the river Ganga, reaching those souls others cannot. A few years ago, in a small village in Roscommon County, one of the most rural parts of Ireland, there lived a man by the name of Michael Henmore. He never married and at an early life became a hermit. He had few possessions except a cow, a horse and a cart, and a small house that time had forgotten. He lived without running water or electricity. Every few days he would...
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Dear Prabhus, Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to His Divine Grace Srila Prabhupada! All glories to Sri Sri Guru and Gauranga! A few weeks ago we were visiting Tampere Finland on travelling sankirtana. I met an old man, who was in a nice shape and was quite cheerful. He told me he is almost ninety years old. I asked him whether he had been to the war. "Not only one but four wars, the Winter War, the Continuation War, the War of Lapland and the War against the British (which they waged during the II world war against...
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Hare Krsna Prabhus, Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada. While distributing books at a college in Los Angeles, I met a student who told me that when he was three years old he had said to his mother, "I'm older than you. I've lived many lives." His mother had then said to him, "Oh, that's called reincarnation, son." He said to me, "So I've always been interested in spiritual life and reincarnation." I explained to him that the goal is to get out of the cycle of birth...
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Dear Prabhus, Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to to Srila Prabhupada. When I saw the advertisement that Carlos Santana was coming to play in the Rio Grande Valley it was hard not to get tickets for the concert and distribute books. My wife and I began the journey by frying up a batch of curd and cauliflower samosas in golden ghee, offering them to Pancha Tattva, and placing them in a red-riding hood type basket. Arriving at the parking lot in dhoti, sari, and tilak, we took the basket of samosas to the stage entrance of the...
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Scared from the War I boarded the flight from JFK to LAX, and hoped to catch up on some rest. As I looked for my seat I noticed the man sitting next to me was an amputee. I sat down and made some small talk with him. It turned out he lost his legs to a roadside blast in Iraq. I explained to him that I was a soldier also and showed my id card. He asked if I saw anything crazy there. My friend, too much… is what i responded. He looked down and with a sad expression explained how now he drinks all the time and is very depressed. As he...
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