Last week my sister Mahalaxmi devi dasi came to stay with us. The last time I saw her was in New Zealand about four years ago. She has been living in Los Angeles, and I’ve been in Peru. Now we finally met up again in Australia. It was really good to see her again. We drove her to the airport in Coolangatta, which is 100 km away, the day she left. Devotees are so rare in this world. To have association with a devotee is the most precious thing. Someone who is sincerely endeavouring to tread the path of devotion can purify us simply by their presence. The same day that Mahalaxmi left, Priya Darshani devi dasi came to stay.
Hosting guests in the house is an essential part of being a householder according to Vedic tradition. Living simply to live, maintaining only oneself and one’s direct expansions (partner, children) is not considered cultured, civilized life. Householders are supposed to purify themselves of the tendency to become self-centered by feeding other people and animals and by hosting guests, so it’s been a real blessing to have the opportunity to host these devotees.
Priya Darshani and Alison have been going out together to distribute books. Yesterday I went downtown on my lunch hour to see the book distributors. I saw Dhruva das on the street corner outside Govinda’s Vegetarian Restaurant. While I watched he spoke with an unkempt, scrawny young boy with big baggy jeans, a chain hanging out of his pocket, a baseball cap and a piercing in his chin. While Dhruva spoke with him, the boy lit a cigarette and began smoking. Dhruva continued speaking and gesticulating with his hands. After some time the boy reached into his jeans pocket and produce his wallet, giving it a little spin with a flick of his wrist. He took out a donation and gave it to Dhruva, who handed him a hardbound Bhagavad-gita. The wallet went back in with the same flick and spin.
Dhruva then told me that he has received over $1000 in donations for his Gita Jayanti program, which is allowing him to distribute Bhagavad-gitas to more people who normally wouldn’t be able to give a sufficient donation to cover the costs, although they are interested to get one. This way he can upgrade them from a soft Gita to a hardbound one.
Alison and Priya had been chased off the street by collectors for one or the other charities that collect full time on the Brisbane streets. Later that night Alison told me they had gone over to West End, where they distributed 15 books between them.
Last night must have been a weird conjunction of planets or something. I lost my watch at work, arrived bewildered an hour late to pick up our son so that Param could give a yoga class (she dropped Prahlad off with Alison at home and left), walked into the temple in the middle of an argument between a pujari and the devotee who buys the flowers, and then found out that no-one had prepared prasadam there. Wow. Kalpesh, Yadunath and Janardana jumped into the kitchen and whipped up some subji, rice and dhal that was offered to the Deities and distributed to the devotees. Alison was tired from going to mangal-arati and doing book distribution so we had to raincheck our weekly meeting to go over the Science of Self Realization study guide. Normally Alison, Kalpesh and I spend an hour or two discussing the philosophy of Krishna Consciousness each Wednesday night. It’s part of the Each One Teaches One program. First they go through it with me, then they take someone else through it themselves, and so on and so on. Sravanam Kirtanam.
Kalpesh and I spent an hour or so talking over prasadam on the deck of the house. We talked about the Loft, where we both do service, the World Sankirtan.Net project, Kalpesh’s business and his adventures with his double-crossing partner (that’s business for you), and life in general.
I took rest around 10:30 pm and awoke just before dawn (with no watch), which is around 4:45 am here - curse not having daylight savings time - feeling remarkably refreshed. I listened to Srila Prabhupada giving class on Srimad Bhagavatam 7.9.16 and chanted my rounds before Prahlad woke up.