{"id":101694,"date":"2022-08-17T12:03:06","date_gmt":"2022-08-17T10:03:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=101694"},"modified":"2022-08-17T12:03:06","modified_gmt":"2022-08-17T10:03:06","slug":"diary-of-a-traveling-monk-volume-august-17-2022-a-summer-tradition-on-the-coast","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=101694","title":{"rendered":"Diary of a Traveling Monk Volume &#8211; August 17, 2022 \u201cA Summer Tradition on the Coast\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src= \"https:\/\/i.imgur.com\/GVyx9em.jpeg\" width=\"100%\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Diary of a Traveling Monk <\/p>\n<p>Volume 15, Chapter 18 <\/p>\n<p>August 17, 2022 <\/p>\n<p>\u201cA Summer Tradition on the Coast\u201d <\/p>\n<p>The days of our summer tour along the Polish Baltic Sea coast are spent chanting and dancing. For four to five hours a day, we go on harinam and hand out invitations for the festivals we will host in the evenings. The chanting parties are full of such color and joy that they are festivals in and of themselves. After 30 years of chanting along the coast each summer, we are well-known\u2014I would even go so far as to say we are loved.  <\/p>\n<p>This was apparent when we arrived in Mielno. I asked the driver to stop at a local grocery store so that Guru Kripa das could buy us all some fruit. The lady behind the counter said to him, \u201cI haven\u2019t seen you before. You must be a tourist. This is your lucky day! Our town is hosting the famous Festival of India down by the beach this evening. They come every summer. Believe me, you shouldn\u2019t miss it. My husband jokes that it\u2019s the greatest show on earth. But it\u2019s not a joke! They have a big stage, delicious food and so many attractions! Really sir, make it a point to go with your family!\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Guru Kripa thanked her for the information and said he would surely visit the festival. <\/p>\n<p>The people\u2019s love of the devotees was shown in a different way in Rewal. Our kirtan party passed an elderly gentleman playing a guitar at the entrance to the beach one Saturday afternoon. I recognized him because I had seen him at the same spot many times over the years. But this time I saw he was crying, so much so that tears were streaming down his face. I was immediately concerned. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cRun over and see what the problem is,\u201d I said to Jahnavi dasi. \u201cSee if he needs help.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>The kirtan party continued down the beach, and Jahnavi caught up with us half an hour later. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cGurudeva,\u201d she said. \u201cYou may remember there were always two men singing there together every summer.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, I vaguely remember,\u201d I replied. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, they were childhood friends. They were homeless and they played music in the summer to make some money. Last night one of them suddenly passed away from a heart attack. The remaining man you saw is so distraught.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow did you console him?\u201d I asked. \u201cDid you speak to him about the eternal nature of the soul?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, I didn\u2019t really have to,\u201d she replied. \u201cHe has one of Srila Prabhupada\u2019s books and he\u2019s read it cover to cover. He told me he understands that his friend has passed on to another life. It\u2019s just that he\u2019s going to miss him. But he shared something quite amazing with me.\u201d  <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is that?\u201d I asked. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe composed a song last night to help him with his grief and he\u2019s been singing it all day to help others who may be suffering as well. I recorded it on my phone. Please listen.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>An angelic voice filled with emotion sang: <\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh brothers! Come forward! I will reveal to you a secret: <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow to perceive this world through a song of grace <\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat reveals beyond the shadow of darkness <\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe light of Him who gives the gift of love <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhich removes the pain of those we\u2019ve lost. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, brothers all! Raise your voices and sing along! <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHare Krsna Hare Krsna <\/p>\n<p>\u201cKrsna Krsna Hare Hare <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHare Rama Hare Rama <\/p>\n<p>\u201cRama Rama Hare Hare.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Jahnavi said, \u201cHe heard the Maha Mantra from our kirtan party years ago. He <\/p>\n<p>told me he\u2019ll be singing his song here over and over until the last day of summer.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>I smiled and said, \u201cThat means there are two kirtan parties singing in town. Such is the mercy of Lord Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cOut of His spontaneous compassion He restored all people back to consciousness and through the means of His holy name enabled them to pass beyond the impassable ocean of the age of quarrel. Thus, by the golden moons of Lord Hari and the Vaisnavas, news of the names of Krsna was told from person to person.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>(Sarvabhauma Bhattacarya, Susloka-Satakam, text 46) <\/p>\n<p>I continued to think about the man and the song he wrote for his lost friend as the kirtan party continued down the beach. When we took a break I said to Jahnavi, \u201cIt was a very touching story that you told me about that man.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have another one just as heart-warming, Gurudeva,\u201d she said, smiling. \u201cYesterday I met a woman who told me that she came to Niechorze last year with a group of friends to attend our festival. It was her 50th birthday and she had planned to celebrate it with us. Three years before she had come and really enjoyed the event. But because of the pandemic we weren\u2019t on the coast last year. She told me she was very disappointed. She had wanted her friends to experience our festival. So, you know what she did, Gurudeva?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I said, \u201cbut I\u2019m intrigued! What did she do?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe rented a vacation home for a day and held a Hare Krsna festival there for her friends. She began by dressing them all in makeshift saris which she fashioned from colorful cloth she had purchased in the market. Then she painted gopi dots on their faces. She read to them from a Bhagavad-gita she had bought at the festival years ago. Then she answered their questions as best she could. Finally, she taught them the Maha Mantra and led them in a blissful one-hour kirtan. The whole program lasted three hours and everyone loved it. Now whenever anyone asks her what her religion is, she says she\u2019s a Hare Krsna devotee.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>That evening at our festival in Mielno, I sat alone behind the stage before giving my lecture. I prayed to Srila Prabhupada to give me the intelligence and purity to touch the hearts of the audience in my talk. I reflected on the fact that I was representing the efforts of generations of acaryas and their combined efforts to establish Krsna consciousness as a worldwide movement.  <\/p>\n<p>I also wanted to take advantage of the fact that we were there that evening by the grace of the Supreme Lord and one very pious mayor. Several years ago, when the topic of our festival coming to town had arisen in a town council meeting, all the members had voted against it except one: the mayor. He said, \u201cWith the power invested in me as mayor I am overruling all of you. The Festival of India has been coming to our town each summer for years and sharing a culture rich in the arts, and full of color and festivity. It\u2019s a family event that appeals to people of all ages and provides our citizens and tourists with a unique experience. We will welcome this festival to our town this coming August and there will be no debate on the matter.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>And so, this year, our festival continued in Mielno as it has throughout the years. In Mielno, Rewal, Niechorze and all the other towns up and down the Baltic Sea coast, our festival has literally become a summer tradition. <\/p>\n<p>I went on stage and began explaining the basic points of our philosophy. I was encouraged to see that most of the audience was listening carefully. But there was a sudden interruption: a fire engine, its sirens blaring, came screaming down the street and stopped outside a house right next to the festival site. As the fireman jumped out to unroll the fire hoses, most of the audience ran over to watch what was happening. I continued speaking to those who stayed in spite of the commotion.  <\/p>\n<p>Afterwards I went to the book tent. A number of people came forward to ask me to sign a dedication in the Bhagavad-gitas they had purchased. One man spoke to me about the fire truck interruption. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI was torn between staying and listening to you or running over to see the fire,\u201d he admitted. \u201cLuckily, I stayed and listened to your lecture. And I\u2019m glad I did because I agree with everything you said and I can\u2019t wait to read this book!\u201d <\/p>\n<p>The woman next to him spoke up. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy daughter and I just arrived two minutes ago,\u201d she said. \u201cMy daughter saw someone walking by with that book you\u2019re holding.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou mean this Bhagavad-gita?\u201d I asked. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know what it\u2019s called,\u201d she replied. \u201cBut when my daughter saw it, she became very emotional and ran over and asked the person where he got it. It\u2019s unusual because she\u2019s only nine years old and she\u2019s usually very shy. She actually asked the gentleman if she could hold it. When he gave it to her, she started crying and her hands were shaking. I\u2019ve never seen her like that. Something came over her. Now she\u2019s insisting I buy one for her. But she\u2019s only nine. What will she understand? I\u2019ve told her it\u2019s a book for adults and that I\u2019m not going to buy it.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Hearing this, the girl shouted, \u201cNo Mommy, I must have it. I know this book!\u201d <\/p>\n<p>People were staring and her mother looked stunned. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean you know this book?\u201d she asked. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know, Mommy. I just know that I have to have that book. Please!\u201d She started to cry. Finally, the mother relented and bought the Bhagavad-gita. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet me carry it,\u201d the girl said. Holding the book to her chest as they walked away, the girl looked calm and peaceful. Before they disappeared into the crowd, she looked back at me and smiled and I felt the hair on my neck stand up. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll this is possible only by the causeless mercy of Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu!\u201d I thought. <\/p>\n<p>************************ <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe gifts the song of the names \u2018Hare, Krsna and Rama\u2019 which  destroys all obstacles such as sorrow, delusion, greed and suffering. He gives devotional service of Lord Krsna to the multitude of devotees who are eager for shelter at His lotus feet. I fall down swiftly to offer my prostrated obeisances to the Lord in His golden form who holds a string of meditation beads.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>(Sarvabhauma Bhattacarya, Susloka-Satakam, text 23)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img src= \"https:\/\/i.imgur.com\/GVyx9em.jpeg\" width=\"100%\" \/>Diary of a Traveling Monk Volume 15, Chapter 18 August 17, 2022 \u201cA Summer Tradition on the Coast\u201d The days of our summer tour along the Polish Baltic Sea coast are spent chanting and dancing. 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