July 2016

July 30, 2016: The Show Must Go On
There’s the famous saying, “Rain or shine, the show must go on.” Well, we ‘went on’ and prayed that Lord Caitanya would bless our efforts, despite the torrential downpour at yesterday’s festival!

July 29, 2016: I could do this Forever

Indradyumna Swami Maharaja settled into the science classroom in the school that would once again be their base for their summer festival tour. The walls were crowded with test tubes, microscopes and colored bottles filled with liquid. Guru Kripa das laughed out loud as he looked around the room.

“Gurudeva, you’ve stayed in this room for three months every summer for last fifteen years. That means you’ve lived in this science lab for a total of four years! Have you ever noticed the monkey brain in the jar of formaldehyde?”

“Well, yes I have,” Maharaja said. “But I try not to look. Srila Prabhupada once said that sometimes a preacher lives in a palace and sometimes in a simple hut. But he never mentioned a science lab!”

The next morning they held a meeting with the 250 devotees who had joined them for the summer tour. There were many new faces; a number of the veterans from previous tours had not returned this year, either because they had to work, were recently married or had other responsibilities. Scanning the crowd, The Swami suddenly realized he was the only devotee present who had been on the first Polish tour twenty six years ago.

Indradyumna Swami Maharaja welcomed the devotees and gave a talk requesting them to give everything to Lord Caitanya’s sankirtan movement for the next three months. The tour, he explained, is a unique kind of festival within Srila Prabhupada’s movement. Temple festivals provide devotees with the opportunity to enjoy kirtan, katha and prasadam, but their festival program is specifically for non-devotees. Their job is to work in the background in order to give them the chance to experience the kirtan, classes and prasadam that they enjoy. It means a lot of self-sacrifice on the part of the team, but the reward is seeing others happily experiencing Krsna consciousness for the first time.

“Our festival is part of the sankirtan movement,” Maharaja concluded, “and thus it is part of the modern day pastimes of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu. His movement did not conclude when He left this planet. He Himself predicted that the holy names of Krishna would one day be heard in every town and village of the world. That being the case, they should look for present day miracles happening in their midst. This will help them to remain inspired during our three-month sacrifice.”

“Do you mean miracles like seeing our guests walking on water?” one devotee asked.

“Not miracles like that,” Indradyumna Swami Maharaja replied with a smile. “Just look for a change of heart in people when they come to our festival. That’s the real miracle. To have a genuine spiritual experience is no ordinary thing in the age of Kali!”

The devotees didn’t have to wait long to see such changes of heart. The next day, within minutes of their harinam party entering the crowded beach to advertise their first festival, a gentleman began enthusiastically taking photos of them. That he was taking photos wasn’t unusual in and of itself; what was unusual was that he didn’t stop. He continued following them for forty five minutes, shooting frame after frame of the brightly dressed matajis, the mrdanga players and the synchronized devotee dancers. Finally Maharaja walked over to him.

“Sir, why so many photos?” The Swami asked.

“My daughter recently started practicing your faith,” he said, still shooting away. “She has been trying to explain it to me. I wasn’t very understanding of her choice and so she was becoming quite upset with me. When I saw you all – so many people who are obviously from different countries and backgrounds – singing and dancing happily in unison down the street I was convinced there could be nothing wrong with your movement after all. So I am taking all these photos to send to her to show my approval.” He shook my hand and waved as we continued on.

A few minutes further down the beach, a lady jumped up from her towel and came over to Maharaja.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome,” she said. “We are so happy to see you! Each year when you people come to town it means summer has finally arrived!”

That evening the crowds flooded into their festival grounds. Indradyumna Swami Maharaja watched, spellbound; even after twenty six years, the sight still amazed him.

As he watched some festival goers settled down to enjoy the continuous stage show, while others milled around the restaurant, the shops, the book stalls, the yoga classes, the face painting, and the many other attractions.

“These are the most precious moments of my life,” The Swami thought, as he began his customary walk around the festival site, Guru Kripa and Mathuranath by his side. “So much endeavor goes into collecting for and planning these events, but when he sees so many hundreds and thousands people enjoying Krsna consciousness he feels full satisfaction.”

As Maharaja was walking, he noticed a woman in her twenties with a sad look on her face standing at the perimeter of the festival. She was holding a big basket of flowers.

“What’s the matter?” Maharaja asked.

“I’ve been trying to sell these roses for nine hours,” she said. “I’m hungry and tired and I’ve only sold two. My boss is going to kill me. And while I’m feeling bad, all the people at your festival are having a great time. I just wish I could come in, but I can’t. I really depend on this job, and I can’t afford not to sell the flowers.”

“How much do they cost?” The Swami asked.

“They’re two zlotys each,” she said.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Maharaja said. “I’ll buy the whole basket if you promise to come to the festival and stay until the very end.”

There was a long pause. She regarded him with wide-eyed amazement.

“Really?” she said at last. “You’re not joking?”

“Not at all,” he replied. “I can ask someone to take you to the fashion booth where you can put on a sari for the evening. Then you can have your face painted with beautiful flowers and you can go to the restaurant and eat for free. And then you can just sit in the front row and watch the show.”

Her eyes filled with tears as Indradyumna Swami Maharaja pulled out 100 zlotys, took all the flowers, and handed them to Mathuranath.

“The pujaris were looking for some nice flowers for the deities this afternoon. We can give these roses to them.”

One of the lady devotees took the flower girl towards the stalls. Guru Kripa turned to maharaja.

“Gurudeva,” he said, “this festival is free, but you just paid that girl to come. It’s so unusual.”

“There’s a saying in Sanskrit,” Maharaja said. ‘Phalena pariciyate’. It means ‘judge something by the result.’ Let’s see how she’s doing at the end of the festival.”

Indradyumna Swami Maharaja continued his walk around the festival site. On the stage, their new theatrical performance “Vrindavan” was in full swing, the audience mesmerized by the performance of the thirty two actors. Meanwhile, all sixteen tents that bordered the festival area were full of people soaking up the various aspects of Vedic culture on display. In the book tent, people were browsing through Srila Prabhupada’s books and asking the devotees behind the counter questions. he saw an elderly woman concluding her purchase of Bhagavad-Gita at the cash register.

“It’s a wonderful book,” Maharaja said to her.

“Oh yes, I know,” she said. “I’ve read this edition several times. I come to your festival every year and purchase four or five copies.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Well, I am 85 years old and lots of my friends are beginning to pass away,” she said. “When each one does, I give a Bhagavad-Gita to their relatives so they can understand what death actually is and that the soul is reborn.”

“Now that’s a little miracle,” The Swami thought to himself. “An old woman who has never lived in a temple or been formally trained in Krsna conscious is sharing the wisdom of Srila Prabhupada’s Bhagavad-Gita with others!”

It was time for him to head to the stage to give his lecture.

“How many times have I given this talk?” Maharaja asked Guru Kripa.

“At least 108 times,” he said.

“More like at least 1008 times, if not double that,”  Maharaja said.

With Gita in hand Indradyumna Swami Maharaja walked onto the stage and went straight to the front, his translator Mondakini dasi by his side. As a young boy he was always shy about speaking in public, but he never experienced fear when delivering a lecture on Krsna consciousness. The reason is simple: the philosophy is perfect and complete. For a person who studies it and lives it, the philosophy is attractive because it provides a logical explanation of spiritual life and a positive alternative for solving all problems by returning to the spiritual world.

At the end of the lecture, Maharaja descended the stairs to find a small group of people with Bhagavad-Gitas in their hands, waiting for him to sign them.

The first to approach him was a sixteen-year-old girl who said that it was the eighth summer festival she had attended.

“Since my first festival I have had a special attraction to your food. I also love your theatre shows. I’ve watched all the shows you’ve ever produced; my favorite is the one about Lord Rama. As I was sitting listening to your lecture today, it dawned on me that it’s about time I started studying your philosophy, so I ran over to the book tent and bought this Bhagavad-Gita.” She blushed and looked at the ground. “Sorry it has taken me eight years to come to this point.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Indradyumna Swami Maharaja said. “That’s how the process works.”

Next two girls approached him with a Bhagavad-Gita.

“It’s for our parents,” one of them said. “Our family is going through a difficult time. We were listening to your lecture and realized that your philosophy solves so many problems, so we’re hoping the wisdom in this book can guide our family to happier times.”

“I’m sure it will,” Maharaja said.

He signed ten Bhagavad Gitas, and as he was finishing two boys ran up to him.

“When’s your talk?” one of them said, gasping for air.

“Well, actually, I already spoke,” The Swami said. “It was about an hour ago.”

“Oh no!” he said. He turned to the other boy. “You were eating your dessert too slowly. I told you we’d be late!”

“How old are you boys?” Maharaja asked.

“I’m twelve”, said the taller boy, “and my brother is ten.”

“And you came to hear my lecture?” Indradyumna Swami Maharaja asked.

“Yes!” said the older boy. “We’ve come to your festival for the last three years and our favorite part is your talk. So much knowledge.”

“Yep,” said his younger brother. “As you always say, ‘Out of 8,400,000 species of life, the human form of life is the most important.’”

Maharaja shook his head in amazement. “Yes, I do say that.”

“Every lecture,” the older boy said, and they both laughed.

“But there’s always something new for us to think about too,” said the younger one. “We’re very grateful to you.”

“Why don’t we go and talk in the restaurant?” Maharaja suggested. “Because you guys missed the talk you can have whatever you want to eat.”

Their eyes lit up. “Great idea!”

Walking to the restaurant beside the boys, he marveled at how Srila Prabhupada’s movement appeals to people of all ages. “Even to very young philosophers,” The Swami thought.

Outside the book tent he saw the flower girl emerging with a big smile on her face and one of Srila Prabhupada’s books under her arm.

“So there’s the result!” Maharaja said aloud.

“What did you say?” asked the younger brother.

Indradyumna Swami Maharaja gave a huge smile. “I said I could do this forever!”

aneka janma krta maj jato ‘ndhau

siddhim kurusva prabhu gaura candra

samuj jvalam te pada padma sevam

karomi nityam hari kirtanam ca

“I have been immersed for many lives in this ocean of birth and death. Oh Lord Gauracandra! Oh golden moon-like master! If You bestow upon me continuous service to Your brilliant lotus feet, I shall chant and describe to others the glories of Sri Hari forever.”

[Sarvabhauma Bhattacarya, Susloka-Satakam, text 99]

July 27, 2016: The Final Cut

Krsna’s Village of Peace at the Woodstock festival in Poland was everything a devotee of the Lord would want it to be: huge kirtans, massive prasadam distribution, Ratha Yatra, numerous tents depicting Vedic culture and more. But the main ingredient was the enthusiasm of the tens of thousands of guests who participated in those activities. Seeing their happy faces was more than any devotee could ask for. All glories to Sri Krsna samkirtan!

July 25, 2016: Another Chance
Another chance to serve a wonderful devotee! My dear disciples, godbrothers, godsisters and friends, please donate generously. I personally gave Chaturatma $1,000. I am happy to help such an exemplary couple.

July 23, 2016: From The Heart

Woodstock meant many things for different people. For Lord Krsna’s devotees it was a chance to share our good fortune through massive prasadam distribution, Ratha Yatra, good association and most important, the loud chanting of Krsna’s holy names along with our audience in the Mantra Yoga Tent.

July 19, 2016: Everything

Woodstock: the kirtans, the Ratha Yatra’s, the prasadam distribution, the association, the people – everything – was simply out of this world. O Lord Caitanya! Will we ever see such a flood of mercy again?

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July 16, 2016: Woodstock Full On

As attendance at Woodstock Poland swells to over 700,000 people devotees go into action with Ratha Yatra, massive prasadam distribution, kirtan and discussions. Auspiciousness prevails everywhere

July 15, 2016: Johnny Appleseed – Woodstock Istagosthi

Dear disciples: A new lecture is now available on www.narottam.com entitled: “Johnny Appleseed – Woodstock Istagosthi.” Valuable instructions to the troops on the eve of “Krsna’s Village of Peace” at the Polish Woodstock festival 2016.

July 14, 2016: Woodstock Ratha Yatra

The day before Woodstock we did our first of 4 Ratha Yatra’s through the crowds. Like us, the people who joined sang Lord Krishna’s holy names and danced in ecstacy. Such is the mercy Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu.

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July 13, 2016: A Taste Of Things To Come

Woodsotck is still days away but people are already flooding into the event and setting up camp.Taking advantage, we took to the field with our first harinam for a taste of things to come!

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July 12, 2016: Some Of Krsna’s Soldiers

Today we held an Istagosthi to assign all devotees their duties at Woodstock. In this album you can meet some of Krsna’s soldiers who will soon be carrying His message to the masses.

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July 11, 2016: Calm Before The Storm

Woodstock is only three days away. A few people have begun arriving as final preparations continue.

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 July 9, 2016: His Divine Order

The great Polish Woodstock is only days away. There’s a flurry everywhere as preparations go on at full speed. 900,000 people are expected by next Thursday. By the hard work of devotees, Krsna’s Village Of Peace is slowly manifesting from the grassy fields of Kostrzyn nad Odra. Behind the scenes hundreds of devotees are beginning to prepare 40 tons of foodstuffs that will manifest as 150,000 plates of prasadam. Srila Prabhupada once asked his disciples to preach big. Here at Woodstock 2016 we hope to contribute to fulfilling that divine order.

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July 7, 2016: In Full Swing

Our summer festival tour on the Baltic Sea coast in Poland is in full swing. Three hundred devotees have joined us this year. We spend two days in each town focusing on harinam during the day and a festival in the evening. The response of the people is overwhelming, as this video by Ananta Vrindavan dasa reveals. All glories to Sri Krsna Samkirtan! All glories to Srila Prabhupada!

July 3, 2016: Little Drops Of Nectar
A day at the beach ….

 July 1, 2016: An Honor And A Privilege
Our festival tour on the Baltic Sea coast in Poland is up and running. Thousands of people are coming each day to attend our festivals. It’samazing to see the overwhelming response. Then again, it was all predicted by Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu. Five hundred years ago He stated that one day His holy names would be heard in every town and village of the world. It is an honor and a privilege to be helping to fulfill such a prophesy.