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Prabhupada was speaking about how there is no culture in the west as long as there is slaughtering and eating of innocent animals, Hare Krishna and this professor, she came or just PhD she was writing her thesis on how great guru’s of the west have influenced western culture, so she was asking Prabhupada, how do you think you have influenced the western culture, Prabhupada said what culture, there is no culture, where is your culture and he would not give up this idea about animal slaughtering, so finally she said swamiji I have a philosophical question for you and Prabhupada answered like a thunder bolt he said philosophy has little or no meaning without proper character.

If we want to have a society that will actually be happy united and transformed the suffering ignorant people of the world we must build our society on the foundation of proper character, that’s what vaishnavism is about, character to be trinad api sunicena taror api sahisnuna amanina manadena kirtaniya sada hari, Chaitanya Charitamrita says take this verse and put it on the string of the holy name and wear it always, humility like the grass, tolerance like the tree, offering all respects to others and expecting no respect for oneself then you could chant the name of the lord constantly, in the Siksastakam it is the progression, unless we take very seriously striving to follow these principle of trinad api sunicena and being respectful and accepting for ourselves we cannot enter into the higher stages of giving up material attachments, na dhanam na janam na sundarim kavitam va jagadisa kamaye mama janmani jamanisvare bhavatad bhaktir ahaituki tvayi, then next verse I do not want wealth, I do not want beautiful women, I do not want fame and followers, I don’t even want to be great educator, I only want your devotional service birth after birth, Ainandana tanuja kinkara, to be the dust of the feet of Krsna, to actually feel ecstasy when we are chanting Krsna’s name, it cannot be done until we pass through this gate way of humility, tolerance, respect and no false prestige, this is substance if we don’t live by these principles then all our devotional service is superficial, its external , its licking the bottle of the honey and not really going inside properly , we must have proper character, when Srila Prabhupada was asked by American reporter how do I know who is your devotees?, he said they are perfect ladies and gentlemen that means good conduct.

(Radhanath Swami Lecture)


The Bhagavad-gita (14.12) states that those predominated by passion are constantly inundated by desires to try out something new.

Our capacity to desire is our most powerful resource, second only to our capacity to access Krishna’s grace. Our desires shape our life’s direction and destination; our past desires have molded us into what we presently are and our present desires will mold us into what we will be in future.

Unfortunately, despite the defining role that desires play in our life, we often imprudently squander their power. We frequently let our desires be determined by trendiness rather than worthiness; we desire that which is praised in the current social mirror rather than  that which is prized in the eternal spiritual barometer. Consequently, we end up desiring and sweating for petty trinkets and titillations that are entirely unworthy of our spiritual sanctity and even our human dignity. This colossal waste of desires cumulates into a tragic waste of an entire lifetime, when death forces us to leave behind all that we have desired and achieved.

Gita wisdom rescues us from getting buried in the trendiness trap by raising our eyes to that which is truly worthy: our eternal loving relationship with Krishna. When we direct and focus our immense power of desire on loving and serving Krishna, then our desires become the cause of not repeated disappointment, but perennial fulfillment.

(Spiritual Scientist: Planet ISKCON by Chaitanya Charan das)

Life is a series of problems. Every time you solve one, another is waiting to take its place. Not all of them are big, but all are significant in God’s growth process for you.” (from Purpose Driven Life, Rick Warren)


When a silversmith refines silver, he holds it in the middle of the fire where the flames are the hottest so that all impurities can be burned away. This is what God does with us when He is refining us through problems and suffering. The silversmith has to keep his eye on the silver the entire time it is in the fire. If the silver is left a moment too long in the flames it can be destroyed. The silversmith knows that the silver is fully refined when he can see his own image reflecting in the silver.
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that you are in God’s hand and He has His eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.

Spiritual Story by Radhanath Swami

In Kandahar, the people greeted me warmly. One man in particular, Hariz, took a special interest in me. Tall and well groomed, he was an educated man who had acquired wealth and respect in the trading business. After guiding me on a tour of Kandahar, he invited me into his spacious house.
One night while we sat on his roof-top terrace engaged in a philosophical discussion, he calmly said, “Mr.Richard, please excuse me for a brief moment, I have an obligation to attend to.“ Suddenly, he jumped up from his chair, cocked his head to the moon and began to howl like a wolf.
What was going on?
Had this distinguished gentleman gone mad?
He grabbed a long rope with a loop at the end, raced to the edge of his rooftop and hurled it down to the road. What in the world was he doing?
With rapt attention, he slowly reeled the rope in. To my amazement, he had fished up a wriggling rodent the size and shape of a ferret. I watched in wonder. This was a mongoose, which, it turned out, wandered the town by day, and each evening, responded to Hariz’s howl, by crawling into the loop of the rope.

As my friend and I resumed speaking, I felt the mongoose scaling up my back with his sharp pointed claws. He crawled under my long hair until he reached my head. There, he burrowed himself in my thick locks, making his nest, and went to sleep. Feeling his warm body deeply breathing on my head, I experienced a culture shock.
I looked at my host for help. “What do I do now?”
My friend laughed. “Mr.Richard, he found a good nest in your hair.”

My neck felt as if it were breaking from its weight. “Please take him off.”
Hariz become serious. Under the starlit night, he sipped his tea and narrowed his eyes, warning me,“There Is an ancient truth: Never wake a sleeping mongoose. The mongoose is a ferocious killer when angered. In battle, a mongoose will slay the cobra, the deadliest of serpents and symbol of death.” Hariz sipped his tea and leaned back, “If you suddenly wake him up, he may tear your head to shreds. Mr.Richard, do not even move slightly until he leaves on his own.”

Hours passed as I sat motionless, fearing for my life. That dark sleepless night in Kandahar never seemed to end. My neck throbbed with pain, but I was too terrified to move. The mongoose on my head was like a time bomb that could explode any second. I tried to console myself. Ravenous insects started biting into my scalp, obliterating these noble thoughts.
Why was this happening to me?

Feeling my vulnerability, I strained to control my emotions. Then contemplating, I tried to make sense of it all. I realized that our free will could convert a curse into a blessing or a blessing into a curse. Yes, ludicrous as it was, this mongoose may have been sent to teach me the sacred virtue of patience and forbearance. To bear difficulty and turn to God was a priceless blessing. To transform a crisis into an opportunity was true wisdom.

The rest of the night was spent in an unusual state of gratitude. Little did I know what the mongoose taught me about crisis would give me strength in the hard times that awaited me. By the time the sun finally rose, my uninvited guest had enjoyed a good six hours of sound sleep. He awoke, crawled down my back, and jumped to the floor. He then did something that moved my heart…
The mongoose stared at me with an innocent affection as if thanking me for my hospitality. Turning from me, he crawled into the loop of the rope where Hariz, who had just awakened, lowered him down to the street for another day.


Where were the hunter Dharma’s piety, Dhruva’s maturity, and Gajendra’s knowledge? Where was Kubja’s beauty? Where was Sudama’s wealth? Where was Vidura’s noble birth? Where was Ugrasena’s chivalrous strength? Lord Madhava is pleased only by devotional service and not by material qualifications.

– Rupa Gosvami

Hare Krishna!!

Exclusiveness in Bhakti

Posted: June 16, 2012 in Realization

EXCLUSIVENESS is the greatest feature of love. The very idea of receiving exclusive love makes our soul tingle. When love is made exclusive it makes it possible for the lover to love their beloved on the deepest level you can imagine, thus giving the word “love” it’s actual substance. The perfection of all yoga paths is to reach Samadhi; Samadhi means that the mind is always cent-per-cent in concentration on the supreme object of meditation.

Some will say that bhakti is what you feel inside, it’s all your own opinion and path; no one can tell you what bhakti is for you; it’s you who have to define it, create it all by yourself, without the help of any dogmatic religious priests, books, or disciplinary guidelines. Well, to that I say, if that’s your philosophy, then that rule should apply in the real world. Could that mentality fly in the real world of action and reaction? We should understand that Bhakti-yoga is an actual science like all other yoga paths. Hatha-yoga, for example, is not some whimsical practice where you can throw on a pair of spandex and act like you’re BKS Iyengar himself. Furthermore, in most states if you want to teach yoga you FIRST must be CERTIFIED. Is it not so? What happens when you go to a hatha-yoga teacher who is not certified? You may break your back, pull a hamstring, or even worse.

So, you have to know who is qualified to be a teacher of that science. And bhakti-yoga is no less a science than hatha-yoga. In fact, it’s the most advanced science of all the yoga paths. It’s an ancient art, a spiritual craft in a league of its own. There are universal, time-tested, validated, scientific ways to cultivate that devotion within. But before you get there you have to have a basic road map of some kind.


Someone may argue that if you love God then do you not love everything and everyone? Sure, but what would be the point of bhakti-yoga practice unless you’re trying to direct all your love and action to watering the root? Unless you’re trying to give it all back to God, the place where it all comes from? And if we can chant any name, then why do I have to go to a yoga studio and try to bend up like a pretzel and look all spiritual, when I can just chant my girlfriend’s name in the back of my Cadillac on Mount Solidad and make profuse amounts of “love” and call it “divine bhakti.”

In other words, what is the actual substance of bhakti that makes it bhakti? We should understand this science and investigate ALL of these different philosophical doctrines. We should continue to go deeper and deeper in the ocean of knowledge of life and reject obvious contradictions and misinterpretations of those doctrines. We should not follow anything blindly. Question Everything; Know for yourself.

Hare Krsna

What is a prayer?

Posted: June 16, 2012 in Realization

A priest in the temple thought he prayed best. He did all that his religion prescribed. He believed he was God’s chosen one. Opposite his home, lived a dancer. Every day, men visited her and paid her for her consummate artistry. The priest was annoyed with their immoral ways and ranted against her. Finally, he was called to God’s kingdom. Surprisingly, on that very day, the dancer died. At heaven’s gate, imagine the priest’s horror, when the dancer was allowed in first.

When the priest upbraided him, God replied, “Every day, you prayed to me, but your mind concentrated itself only on the woman. She, on the other hand, danced for her living, but dedicated every dance to me. Who do you think deserves my love more?”

For prayer is not about knowledge, nor even about piety. It is not a monologue; it is a conversation. More than anything else, it is the helpless cry from a child’s heart to that of the mother. And when the call emerges with faith, and is filled with complete surrender, God cannot but answer.