What is the meaning of human life, or of organic life altogether? To answer this question at all implies a religion. Is there any sense then, you ask, in putting it? I answer, the man who regards his own life … Continue reading
Category Archives: Memoirs
The morning after my initiation an enraged voice came into my head. It was the voice of reason: “What have you just done? You have taken initiation? What did you just agree to? The four what? Regulative principles? Sixteen daily … Continue reading
There is a common hymn sung in many Hindu temple that goes as follows: guru brahma guru vishnu, guru devo maheshvara, guru sakshat param brahma, tasmai shri guruve namaha. Most people have no understanding of these words, but in essence … Continue reading
In the eyes of the Dallas temple Kama Nagari and I were married on the day that the notice appeared on the community board. May 25th, 1975 comes to mind. Later we bought a car and drove to Miami where … Continue reading
Here are some things you should never do: ask a girl to marry you after only two weeks, buy a car and spend all of your money to drive 2500 kilometers across the country to meet her family, get married … Continue reading
The sun did not rise in Dallas until much later than I was accustomed to in Toronto. This meant that the morning japa (chanting) time did not occur until after 7:30 AM and so the daily scripture class was held … Continue reading
“It’s faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.”* I grew up in Canada as the oldest of two sons. My brother John is three and a half years younger. Considering that I became a … Continue reading
I remember the day well. It was the 14th of May, 1975 when I boarded my first jet plane. Iwas bound for Dallas Texas and this was my first trip out of the country. In those days ISKCON had just … Continue reading
As you recall I spent the summer of 1969 as a forest worker in the Northern Ontario bush at Sultan. In those days I was inexperienced in life, and that summer spent away from home was good for me. It … Continue reading
In the early years of Krishna Consciousness I felt that I was the sole lay member of Toronto’s Krishna temple. Visitors came and went–curiosity seekers, draft dodgers, hippies, fugitives, gays–people of every flavor. Most of them were from the street. I … Continue reading