The world is hopeless.

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hahahahaha! I love Anonymous Lawyer. On the money every time.

Theo Epstein makes me sick. He was the general manager of the Red Sox until two days ago, when he decided to walk away from a $4.5 million three-year contract because his heart wasn’t 100% in it anymore. What a baby. And what a shortsighted, stupid thing to do. He’s never had a real job in his life. He’s worked for baseball teams. He has a job most people would kill for. And he walks away from it because he can’t see eye-to-eye with his boss. What does he expect? This is what a job is. You do your work, you cash your checks, you find fulfillment elsewhere if you have to. This is why we can’t keep our associates. People want more from their jobs than they have a right to expect. It’s work. We have an economy here. We’re in business to make money. If you have a problem with that, move to a kibbutz in Israel and grow your own food. Babies like this one think they’re standing up for principles when he’s just proving he shouldn’t have been given the job to begin with. I hope he lands here in L.A., where the dysfunctional Dodgers front office can beat his spirit into submission. At least his actions, if anyone here besides me even has time to pay attention to the news, might help the associates better resign themselves to their fate. After all, if the general manager of the Red Sox can’t be happy, what hope do they ever have of finding joy at work? The deeper that message sinks in, the less eager they’ll be to leave and look for greener pastures. The world is hopeless. You won’t find anything better than what we have to offer. So sit down, give yourself a good cry, and then get back to work. That’s what we’re here for. An honest day’s work. Sixteen hours. That’s all we’re asking. And your Blackberry, on vibrate, under your pillow, just in case.

Vyasapuja of His Holiness Devamrita Swami

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Today is the appearance day anniversary of my spiritual master, Om Visnupada Devamrita Swami, according to the lunar calendar observed by Vaisnavas (members of the Hare Krishna movement).

Since we are doing the Sunday Feast program today we observed it yesterday with an afternoon gathering at our house in Red Hill.

We shared a little bit of our experience and appreciation of His Holiness, watched a bit of a VCD that we made of the release of Perfect Escape in Spanish, where His Holiness spoke after an introduction by the Indian ambassador to Peru.

Then we had prasadam.

Vyasapuja offerings written by Maharaja’s disciples are available for viewing online at www.devaswami.com. Mine isn’t there. Some years I send it in for publication. Others I don’t. The others have written wonderful offerings that very nicely glorify His Holiness Devamrita Swami for his many great qualities, and I recommend reading them. Mine is not so good.

I’ve been writing on this site for over a year now, and that writing was motivated by repeated requests from senior devotees for someone to start a website to provide a positive alternative to the web content related to Krishna Consciousness available at the time.

My realization at that time was that the future lay not in “a website”, but a culture of writing for the web, and a network of devotees who prioritized publicizing their activities. In order to contribute to this I began to model this, following in the footsteps of His Grace Aniruddha Prabhu, by starting a weblog.

ISKCON News.net (www.iskconnews.net) is the outgrowth of that.

My personal writing is of whatever value it is, but I personally feel that its real value, and my underlying motivation in doing it, in spite of my shortcomings and misgivings, is in demonstrating to others what the potential is, and inspiring others more qualified than myself to take up the baton.

For the Vyasapuja offerings and their publication, there are already so many other devotees publishing their offerings, and they are of a much better quality than mine. Anyway, it’s not my dharma to be famously humble, so that’s enough of the self-deprecation. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming…

The Perfection of Devastation

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Here is why Prahlad prayed for his father to be liberated.

It was not due to bodily attachment, but due to compassion. Everyone should feel compassion for Hiranyakasipu. Anyone who thinks they have been hard done by in life should consider the internal devastation of Hiranyakasipu. Narada Muni states that he envies the level of absorption, the intensity of emotion, that Hiranyakasipu attained in meditating on the Supreme Being, Visnu.

Hiranyakasipu was of course one of the two gatekeepers, Jaya and Vijaya, who were externally cursed to take birth in the material world. In order to help the Lord perform his pastimes they took birth as demons, but retained their status as pure devotees, manifesting a level of meditation on the Lord that is formidable. In the case of Hiranyakasipu the secondary rasa of devastation was manifested in its purest and most complete form.

Hiranyakasipu was rejected by his father from the very moment of conception. His mother, Diti, had seduced his father, Kasyapa Muni, at an inauspicious time for procreation, and caused him to engender children at a moment under the influence of malefic stars.

Disgusted with himself and his wife, Kasyapa cursed her and the children to be born of her womb. This became the fundamental psychological experience of Hiranyakasipu. Early childhood experiences are very profound in shaping the psychology of a person, and from the moment of conception Hiranyakasipu carried with him a deep samskara of rejection.

Because he was in fact conceived at a time of malefic influences, the karma of the body and mind that he was born with was to be materialistically minded. This means that his vision was limited to an external, superficial way of seeing things. He therefore was unable to understand the deeper significance of events around him. This, combined with his psychological scars of rejection, lead him to interpret everything as an attack on him.

His brothers, Indra and the others, who were born of Aditi, Kasyapa’s other wife, became the demigods. They were installed in heavenly palaces and received offerings from the people in general. They were empowered representatives of the Supreme Person and functioned as administrators in the universal order.

Hiranyakasipu, and his younger twin brother Hiranyaksa (born first, therefore Vedically considered to have conceived second), did not understand or recognise the concept of a universal order. All he could perceive is that his brothers were accepting offerings from people, and he and Hiranyaksa were cut out of that. It became, to him, more evidence of prejudice and rejection of his brother and himself. He did not understand the relationship between Visnu, the Supreme Person, and the people of this world, or the need to become progressively detached from the material world by offering things to Visnu, in this case through the demigods who provide the function of “onsite representatives” of the Supreme.

That is precisely why they were excluded from it. They had no idea of what it really was, but thought simply that their brothers as the demigods were getting a kick back, and had shut Hiranyakasipu and Hiranyaksa out of the picture.

Hiranyakasipu felt very protective of his younger brother. They had been rejected by their father, and Hiranyakasipu determined to be the father that his brother never had. Filled with rage, he undertook intensely harsh austerities, which far exceeded anything in the capacity of the demigods. He was in fact a pure devotee descended from the spiritual world, so his power was immense.

The demigods became filled with fear and approached the most powerful being in the universe, Brahma, their grandfather. Brahma himself was perturbed by Hiranyakasipu’s actions, which threatened even him. In order to pacify Hiranyakasipu he gave him the benediction that Hiranyakasipu asked for, that of being impervious to being killed by a range of means, which seemed to preclude all possibilities.

With this benediction under his belt, the two sons of Diti waged war on their brothers the demigods, finally storming the gates of heaven and seizing control of the heavenly kingdom.

At this point Visnu was not involved in the war. Although Hiranyakasipu felt that Visnu had shown favouritism to the sons of Aditi and had colluded with them to exclude himself and his brother, Visnu claimed that he was in fact neutral to all and had no friends or enemies.

Hiranyakasipu was a man of honor and respected this, although he did not agree with the assessment. He was sure that Visnu was allied with his enemies.

After their victory, the two brothers ruled the universe, abusing their position and the privileges that it offered, just as it had always been feared that they would if given the opportunity. They simply did not have the depth of vision to be able to utilise their leadership position to serve the interests of the people, instead viewing it simply as a vehicle to obtain self-gratification.

Hiranyaksa, the younger brother of Hiranyakasipu, directly challenged Visnu when Visnu was involved in the action of universal maintenance, adjusting the orbit of the Earth. “Who do you think you are, touching my planet!” Hiranyaksa demanded, and attacked Visnu. Not understanding the role of the demigods or Visnu in the universal maintenance he threatened the stability of the universe. At that time Visnu fought with him and killed him.

When Hiranyakasipu heard about this he became livid with rage:

“That lying coward Visnu! I respected his word when he said he would not fight, but would remain neutral. He refused to meet me in open combat on the battlefield, and now he has killed my younger brother in an underhanded way!”

Hiranyakasipu saw it as further evidence of the plot against him. His father, his brothers the demigods, Visnu, all were against him, and all continually lied about what they were doing as they mistreated him. Hiranyakasipyu had never told a lie in his life.

Hiranyaksa was not only Hiranyakasipu’s brother, but his twin brother, and the only family he had ever had. The only companion, the only like-minded person. It was the two of them versus the world, and after so many years of intense hardship they had finally done it, finally made it, and now at this victorious moment it was all snatched away. Hiranyaksa was dead. Hiranyakasipu had been motivated by a desire to protect his brother and be a father figure to him, the father they never had.

Now he lived only for his son Prahlad. Everything he had he wanted to give to his son. He had determined that his son would have a father who would give him his birthright, the birthright that had been denied to Hiranyakasipu and Hiranyaksa, but that he seized through his intense endeavour.

Then came the fateful meeting. Hiranyakasipu met his young son Prahlad and affectionately took him on his lap and tousled his hair with great love. He then inquired from his beloved son what he was learning in school, where Hiranyakasipu had sent him to learn to administer the kingdom they had won.

Prahlad replied by telling him that Visnu was the goal of life.

Hiranyakasipu threw Prahlad from his lap as if he were a hissing snake, his mind reeling. How could this be? How had his mortal enemy, Visnu, gotten to his young son, within the very palace?

Hiranyakasipu became filled with contradictory emotions, and this was the beginning of the final act for him. On the one hand, his primal motivating force, the rejection by his father, and his subsequent intense desire to provide for his son, the only thing left to him after the death of his brother. His intense desire to establish a dynasty, to right the wrong of his and his brother’s exclusion from their family heritage.

On the other hand, his deep rooted hatred for Visnu, who had been behind everything that had been wrong with his life - his father, the Vaisnava, who cursed his mother for conceiving children at a time which was inauspicious for procreation of Vaisnavas, the alliance between Visnu and his other brothers that saw Hiranyaksa and himself marginalized and excluded, Visnu’s refusal to take to the battlefield and put up an honest fight, and subsequently his underhanded killing of Hiranyaksa when Hiranyakasipu was not present.

These two powerful motivating forces began to war within Hiranyakasipu and destroy his internal emotional landscape. He had lived a life with intense purpose, fierce resolve, but now the very same force that had driven him to conquer the universe, excelling all other living beings in austerity and determination, began to manifest as an unresolvable contradiction.

He had to kill his son to retain his identity, his integrity with the principles that had brought him to this point, and his son was the only thing he was living for, the focus of his principles.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he delegated the task to his servants. Each time they returned to him he experienced a dissociation from his core that drove him closer and closer to the brink of total insanity: “Is it done?”

Fearing to hear either answer his hands would grip the throne tightly until his subordinates reported: “He lives still, sire.” He would slump in his seat, losing touch more and more with reality, edging closer to madness.

Finally Prahlad came before him. Hiranyakasipu’s hope was that his son had seen reason, that the teachers had managed to demonstrate to him who Visnu really was, and that now they could together rule the universe. He was sure that things would work out, and that in spite of all the odds he had faced, his birth, his childhood, the long years of struggle, the death of Hiranyaksa, somehow there would be a happy ending. His son would appreciate him.

However, it was not to be.

At that moment everything, absolutely everything, turned to ashes in his mouth. His whole identity came crashing down around him, filling his ears with a roaring sound. His devastation was complete. Raising his sword and screaming incoherently he rushed toward his son, the only thing he lived for, and the representative of the most hated person in the universe….

And at that moment, Visnu appeared.

Appeal to the Universe:

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Please return my cellphone and my keys! I need them both to perform my service nicely.

I know you’re sentient and listening…

Nrsimhadeva Musical

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Same strategy as Mrgari the hunter. In the night, after the Loft, write the music.

I have the chorus (music and lyrics) for Hiranyakasipu’s song - “Storming the Gates of Heaven”

Honor and Anger
Power and Pride
I claim the birthright that I was denied
O my father, if you could see me now
I’m doing it all by my own power - yeah!

I’m storming the gates of Heaven
Storming the gates of Heaven

Big ups to Manowar (officially the world’s loudest band - they got into the Guiness Book of World Records, then broke their own record using 10 tonnes of amplifiers and speakers. Now that’s rajo-guna).

Music on the night will be courtesy of the Yamaha QY70 that I am using to compose, with Vrajadhama doing the sound engineering.

OK, now I have the first verse. I’m blogging it, because last time I wrote it down the power failed and I lost it.


(first verse)

fight the good fight
do only what is right
rulers rule through power and might
only the strong shall survive

brothers come out from your homes
we ride to conquer our foes
baptised by blood and steel
live or die by the sword and the shield

we ride across the land
our enemies die by our hand
infused with power divine
i’ll take what’s rightfully mine

(prechorus)

Honor and Anger
Power and Pride
I claim the birthright that I was denied
O my father, if you could see me now
I’m doing it all by my own power - yeah!

(chorus)
I’m storming the gates of heaven
Storming the gates of heaven

Prahlada must die!

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[Hiranyakasipu is pacing in his chambers in agitation with one of his loyal lieutenants watching on]

Hiranyakasipu: Do you think I want to do this? You know me. You’ve been with me right through this. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for the family. Now, my own son? How has it come to this?

[He stops up short and raises a clenched fist]

The Aditya family left us no choice! They did not want to give us a share of the sacrifices, even though we are of the same father. They set us off down this path of division, and now they are reaping the bitter fruits of their divisive policy. Their women are wailing and they wander in the streets. They chose this path, not I.

Destiny has decided in our favour. Our determination was strong and our vision did not waver through the long years it has taken us to achieve what is now justly ours. Still, without the favour of destiny that alone would not have been enough. The justness of our cause, and the qualification of our family to carry it out, have been proven by the outcome. History has judged us and we have been vindicated!

We prevailed in open combat in a just and honourable war fought according to religious principles. We routed our enemy decisively and carried the day. Visnu avoided entering the war under the plea of neutrality, and we respected that. I am a man of honour, a man of my word, and all those who ride under my banner are likewise honourable men. We gave quarter when it was asked, and spared the women and children. We are not barbarians.

But now, throwing away his pretense of impartiality after the defeat of the Aditya family, Visnu has revealed his true heart and mind. His dissembling words of disinterest actually concealed a secret alliance with the Adityas, but rather than honourably take to the field on their side and share their fate, for better or for worse, he has waited to observe the outcome and act accordingly.

He has staged a cowardly and dishonourable attack on our rear when we were unprepared to respond. Rather than face me openly on the field of battle he has instead killed my younger brother in an unmatched battle. Motivated by malice and a desire for vengeance he has dishonored our family.

And now, my own son has somehow fallen under his sway! Visnu is the enemy of our family, previously secretly, and now openly allied with our sworn enemy, the Aditya family, and worse, he is the assassin of Hiranyaksa, my brother and Prahlada’s own uncle. His own flesh and blood! Everything we have done we have done for the family! They would have been happy to leave us living as beggars!

I remember Hiranyaksa at the point of fainting as we stormed the ramparts of the castle, pierced through by arrows and sorely pressed by the foe. For some time it appeared almost as if we would be repelled. Then Hiranyaksa roared like a lion and the soldiers of the Aditya family flew back from his club, scattered like leaves in the wind. Blood filled the air like rain and we took renewed heart. He was covered in a mixture of his own blood and the blood of our enemies, and his face shone with fierce determination and certain terrible death for our enemies as he pressed forward on the left flank of our assault, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld him.

Now that same brother of mine who served our family so valiantly is gone, killed in a dishonourable manner by a personality who does not know honour or valour. It seems that Visnu is beyond both honour and shame. He is not bound by the codes of conduct that determine the behaviour of honourable and civilized men. He acts whimsically, in a completely independent manner, without consideration of who is his friend and who is his foe. He seeks only to please himself, with no obligation to anyone else.

Now that my son has fallen under his sway he has become a traitor to his family. If this illusory and improper attachment cannot be severed, then his head must be severed!

Lieutenant: But he is only a child, barely five years old! Such a personality is not to be chastised so strongly. We have always observed religious principles. We have always fought with honour. We cannot stoop to the same level as Visnu. It seems that association with him has made you indifferent to the codes of conduct of this world. To kill a child in this way, and your own son!

Hiranyakasipu: Do not presume to speak to me about honour and proper behaviour! Everything I have done, I have done for the family. Whatever a man does for himself dies with him. What he does for others, lives on.

Sometimes a leader is called upon to make sacrifices. Sometimes for the greater good he is even called upon to sacrifice himself. Should I be a coward and walk away from my duty? I am not to be swayed by illusory identification with the material body, as Visnu has been. We have waged war on the Aditya family, the sons of my own father! I have already given up my own body once for this cause. I am prepared to give up my son if necessary.

We are placed into these bodies in a particular situation of life by the will of providence. Having been born in a particular family we are duty-bound to that family. One who betrays his family acts irreligiously. Prahlada has given up his God-given duty to his family to align himself with Visnu. If a limb becomes cancerous it must be cut off. The individual may be given up for the good of the family. By choosing the path of the enemies of this family he is no longer my son. That is why Prahalada must die!

“Do not underestimate the power of the Dark Side…”



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