Politix
Politics is essentially about saying to krsna, "I don't believe that You can protect me so I have to organise things for myself, rely on myself, because I can't rely on You. I'm short, I'm better than You krsna".
Whatalottarot
If you're interested in politics then you're not really interested in what Srila Gurudeva and Sri Sri Radha Krsna want, you are interested in what you want, no matter how pure you view your intentions.
We are useless without krsna. Without krsna we are merely streams of karma imagining that we are ourselves when nothing could be further from the truth.
Let krsna do the organising
Krsna CAN be relied upon, karma cannot be relied upon. More than once I heard Srila Gour Govinda Swami allude to the popular saying "Trust no future, no matter how bright".
Spiritual life is the only life that can be trusted because spiritual life is right NOW, not at some time in the future. "SURRENDER JUST NOW!!!" Srila Gour Govinda Swami often said. When you are ready to surrender, you surrender.
It was necessary for Arjuna to eliminate those of mean hearted spirit
By surrendering we let krsna pull the strings and we, the puppets, dance.
Accepting everything as krsna's mercy isn't about lying down. We can still advise others, perhaps not quite the way that Arjuna "advised" others during the Kuruksetra war, but not as part of any group or party opposed to and bearing any tinge of ill will towards any other group or party, for as Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakur advised us "Party spirit is the killer of bhakti" and bhakti is personal, which means doing what krsna wants in as sweet a way as possible.
Yet still krsna's will must prevail.
Any prevail it will, especially if we stop our stupid, political meddling in His affairs.
Trust Radha Krsna ... sure can!
Joy to all beings
tkd
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Arrival of Summer
Summertime & the Livin' Should Be So Easy
Spring has come and gone and all in the blink of an eye. That's how your whole life goes by. You think that life lasts a long time but actually it's just a speck in an ocean of infinite time. So many sorry lives have already come and gone in this eternal parade of distress and happiness. Just as summer follows spring, death follows birth, distress follows happiness, around and around.
Why live for that person who is not even you? You are not this temporary body, you are a beautiful eternal loving servant of God, you don't even belong in this earthly realm. Happiness is your nature but you have forsaken you own true being to try to enjoy independently; not working out very well, is it? So sad.
The Winter of our Disconnect
The saddest possible loss for the servant of the Supreme Lord is to lose the nectar of service to the divine feet of Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu. Any wonder life can seem so dry and empty. And millions upon millions of spirit souls are suffering here in this useless world, trying to deny their own nature simply to appease their stupid pride. Pretend happiness, that's all the life of pride can ever be.
Humility is actually more enjoyable than pride, pride is a lose-lose situation, humility is win-win. The nectar of humbly serving our wonderful friends Sri Sri Guru and Gauranga Mahaprabhu is millions of times sweeter than any pride.
Live only for that nectar, drown in the ocean of divine nectar and forget the sad miserliness of being disconnected from pure love. Chant
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare
as often as you can and in a humble mood and you'll definitely find out how to be real, for you actually are the cherished friend and servant of He who is the ocean of divine joy. Believe it, it's true.
Your suffering is caused by denying your true nature. Find out how you can come to your eternal home where every word is a song and every step is a dance. An eternal realm wherein there is no suffering nor death.
Try it and see, chant the Holy Names of Krishna and you can experience the nectar of devotional happiness here, even in this world, but please be ever so humble when you chant.
Come Dance with Me
You could be bubbling with mirth, dancing with tears of happiness flowing from your eyes from the joy of giving with an intense love within every fibre of your being; so why are you wasting your life suffering here?
Joy to all beings
tkd
Ekadasi 2nd December 2010
And don't forget to chant.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Law of the Bungle
Kavanagh's Law
Murphy's law states that "If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong and at the worst possible moment".O'Toole's law states that "Murphy was an optomist".
If you've ever done any web programming you'll realise that these two laws are not strong enough. This led me to formulate Kavanagh's law, which states that:
"If anything can go wrong, it already has gone wrong, and to make matters worse you are totally unaware that is has gone wrong, and you will not discover it until far too late and you may never be able to find it let alone fix it".
Please permit me to paint a scenerio to demonstrate the insideous workings of Kavanagh's law. We'll use an ordinary, non-programming example since not everybody understands programming languages, but listen up folks, this may save you tonnes of grief.
Van Gough, paint us a scenario if you please
Imagine this: A young man in his first job has just purchased his first motorcycle. It's a whatever and it needs repairs. He and his mates work on it all weekend. When purchased it had a seized engine due to a stripped cam chain that occurred when a crankshaft bearing seized whilst the engine was revving at 12000 rpm.
The guys stripped the engine down and replaced the entire crankshaft, since the moulded cam sprocket had worn teeth. New piston rings were fitted as well as a new camshaft. New bearings were added to the camshaft and the crankshaft, oh, mustn't forget the cam chain. One of the pistons was replaced due to excessive scoring. The cylinder wall looked passable. New plugs just for good measure.
Murphy's Law
It was getting expensive, some items were hard to get and had to be purchased new, plus the guys were drinking too much beer that had to be paid for out of some of the registration money: that's Murphy's law accounted for.
Oil was added to the assembled engine, petrol to the tank, kick it in the guts and see if it goes. Minimal tuning is required and the engine purrs happily. Monday the bike is due to be registered but there's not enough money till Friday.
Rather than waste money on a bus to work and keen to show off to his workmates, our youngun decides to ride to work. Besides, it's seven am and it's only three blocks then across the river to work. Never any cops about.
Unknown to our boy, a small sliver of steel from the original cam chain had lodged itself in the neoprene of an upper conrod bearing sleeve, stuck in the plastic it went unnoticed and was causing no immediate harm. At 3000 revs it wiggled about a bit.
Three blocks later on the approach to the bridge a flash of bright orange slinks past in the right lane leaving in its wake a deep rumble. Looks like a DeTomaso Pantera, kewl.
O'Toole's Law Our boy gives the throttle a little fistful of herbs and cruises up beside it to admire it. A Mediterranean man in his mid to late twenties is driving. Beside him sits a twentyish drop dead gorgeous blond pepper pot of a woman, their eyes meet.
Just at this moment the sliver of steel jams in the conrod bearing. Our boy's face is contorted with pain as the conrod tears free of its piston and spears itself through the engine wall. A shard of metal the size of a .44 slug flies through his right leg, smashing the bone in his shin. It travels further, through the passenger door of the Pantera and inserts itself into the left buttock of the young lady. She squeals, squeezing and upturning her hot coffee, purchased moments earlier from the petrol station, all over the lap of her young husband. Startled, he unintentionally steers the car directly under an oncoming cement truck and is killed instantly.
That, I guess, just about takes care of O'Tooles law.
Kavanagh's Law
Ambulances arrive taking our two young accident victims to a nearby suburban hospital. The boy's leg is saved by modern surgical medicine and doctors easily remove the metal from the young lady's flesh. Her injuries appear minimal but she is in shock. Doctors do not consider this shock to be unexpected after such an horrific turn of events; they sedate her and keep her in hospital for observation until someone can take her home.
It's now Wednesday morning and two police officers arrive at the hospital to interview the rider of the unregistered motorcycle who is now out of recovery and in the hospital ward. About this time, doctors are becoming increasingly concerned about the condition of the young, blonde woman. She has not come out of shock, in fact it has worsened, she also appears to be undergoing a severe allergic reaction to something.
Blood tests are ordered. Nothing can be ascertained immediately till a young buckaroo, maverick intern puts two and two together and considers that bone marrow from the boys shattered leg has reacted with the girl's incompatible blood type causing an extreme reaction. The girls nervous system may be permanently damaged by this reaction, resulting in a grotesque facial contortion.
Meanwhile the girl's father, a wealthy Greek cruise liner operator has arrived from Santorini. He has engaged a barrister to extract every penny possible from the young culprit and his country.
Don't you just wish you had paid the registration and insurance prior to venturing onto the roads?
If the captain of the Titanic had understood Kavanagh's law, perhaps the movie world would be one subject poorer.
Oh well, it's been a busy day. I've had enough for one day. Anybody care to get drunk and go for a drive somewhere?
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