I was aware of the concept of compassion before I met Srila Prabhupada. While I was studying at Brooklyn College, I took a philosophy course in which we studied the writings of Bertrand Russell, who gave a synopsis of Buddha’s philosophy, compared it to Nietzsche’s approach to humankind, and asked in effect, “Which do you […]

I am writing in a blind, groping way, rolling on and on. I mouth the words, “I surrender my works to Prabhupada.” If it’s good literature, I dedicate it to him; if there’s something wrong, I take the blame. I am one of his devotees. I want Krishna conscious substance. I want something genuine. But […]

The Return of the Lost Servant William Wigglesworth was a story about a small boy who had lost his little dog. The whole book was about William asking people, “Have you seen my dog?” No one could find the dog. Finally, he met a man who had a big house filled with dogs. Was William’s […]

March 19 Trinidad Dear builder of dreams, This is interdepartmental mail. It doesn’t require U.S. postage, and yet I don’t know where exactly to send it. Since there’s always a person in charge, there must be someone who builds my dreams. So I’m writing to you, unconscious dream-building self. Last night I had a dream […]

June 1 From time to time I’m reminded of and embarrassed by the limitations of my existence here. In a Bhagavatam class, Prabhanu dasa spoke about the rare opportunity of human life. He said that now at Gita-nagari one can see so many forms of life, and yet very, very few of them are able […]

The Age of Hypocrisy A hypocritical act that is easy to fall into is to think that because one is on the path of Krishna consciousness, he is therefore automatically better than every devotee of every other sampradaya. We are very fortunate to be on the best path, the path of bhakti-yoga, but how far […]

May Lord Krishna See A Sincerity In Me August 10 The defense never rests. Sometimes “a good offense is the best defense,” and you mount a frontal attack. Oh well, at least I’m up. But I hear the gremlin’s voice calling me a fool. He thinks I’m Elmer Fudd. The messages of Godhead are powerful […]

Write and die. In the unconscious so many things come up. In a dream I was at an apartment. There was a big party going on, New Year’s Eve. But I was just neglected, and mostly attacked by little children who were grabbing at my glasses. They were trying to tear them apart. A few […]