Ones Sorrows Mask Ones Forthcoming Deepest Joy

Most of you now say to me Gaurahari Das give us Srila Prabhupada we do not want to be tortured by seeing your heart or hear your minds eloquent Babblings. Yet I am following in the footsteps of our previous heroes of Yore, walking the same path they also tread. Do you not remember the disciples of Jesus being stoned for delivering a new and incomprehensible message and saint Frances who said the highest contentment was to be decorated with a garland of garbage thrown upon him as he preached the message placed within sacred chambers of his heart.. There will be a time when your spiritual master and our Father will also draw out your soul, grind it whiteness through the voices of thousands of minds crippled by Maya's trance and ears deaf from laying intimately with prostitutes rubbing shoulders with the soul killers of devotion in the form its enemies who are wolves, cheaters, back stabbers and murderers not of the insignificant gross, but the subtlest of all bodies not easily seen by even the demigods. Still you are all my dear friends and best of my well wishers who are taking me by the hand and leading me to alter of sacrifice to be burned as incense offered to feet of the Lord of all Sacredness.

People ask me if I am a Guru? No I am a Bhakti coach encouraging everyone regardless whether they praise or blame my efforts 

The Royal Yoga Path

The path of bhakti yoga is associating, purifying nourishing ones existence by tasting meditating on the prasadam( in the form of their realizations, devotionally inspired scriptures, poetry and songs, of the most kind hearted and humble realized saints. One who is very fortunate is eager to do this. Those who consider that this has no value will follow another path by providence.

The realizations of the greatest saints is the most beneficial for all discussing and your own ever increasing personal realization of the Eternal Self is the greatest gift you can serve the world sharing. 

Radharani cry's out a song from the depths of heart before her girl friends. Oh dear sisters is there anyone who can understand the suffering of the dried up lake of my heart. One day the Source of  happiness of our village of Vrndavana filled this chaste lake to overflowing with the playful splashing waters of His pastimes with me and all of you, my dear intimate friends. Together we reveled  in a happiness that even the creator, sustainer and destroyer of this universe yearn to attain but are unsuccessful. Then all of a sudden,like a thief in the night, He emptied this lake which we had dedicated to His honor, hoping that he would remain here perpetually sporting with us in its pure and blissfully waters. Yet where has the life giving water in this lake gone all of a sudden? Will the rising tide of our aspirations ever bring a down pour of rain filling this dried up container of sorrows? Such a  miracle I would consider the summit of my only happiness.

Loves Dual Nature

The flame of love of God has an inconceivable nature. It sometimes burns cool providing a radiance of wonderful nectar beyond compare. Sometimes it burns hot like a furnace turning the world into a desert and ones only solace is the ink of their tears writing down on the tablet of the heart a song of sorrows as they pass their time crossing this desert.