Frolicking in the fields of Vrndavana, the two transcendental brothers, Krsna and Balarama, enjoy an eternal, carefree childhood. They are the oldest of all personalities, and yet They never age past the full bloom of youth.
Very difficult yoga processes promise mystic powers, heavenly enjoyment and even temporary liberation from birth and death. Can a simpler process offer more?
Physics and chemistry describe the world in terms of electrons, protons, electrical fields, and various other such phenomena. If you think this system of ideas is universal, you’ll conclude that nothing but electrons, protons, electrical fields, and so on exist.
The maha-mantra means, “O all-attractive, all-pleasing Lord, O energy of the Lord, please engage me in Your devotional service.” Chant the Hare Krsna maha-mantra, and your life will be sublime.
For the unexpected guest here are some nibblers you can prepare and keep on hand to serve between meals. They have a diverse range of textures and flavors. You can store them and eat them at room temperature, or warm them in the oven.
Life is dreary, dull, joyless. Those who count for anything in society—the employees of the State—live under constant surveillance. A careless remark, a few sentences of despair can cost a citizen his sanity in the dungeons of the Thought Police.
An ordinary typewriter cannot work automatically; it requires an operator to push the buttons. Then how can this big machine of the material nature work without an operator? What is this nonsense!
The two-story marble memorial, complete with ornate balconies and winding staircases and featuring photo and sculpture exhibits, stands adjacent to the Krishna-Balaram temple.
In the midst of the great battle, surrounded by the clash of arms, where the dust churned up by the horses dimmed the sun and blood turned the earth to mud, Krsna suddenly stopped the chariot and sprang to the ground.
I was born and brought up in a Vaisnava family. From my early childhood, I had the privilege to learn about Krsna and worship Him. So when I came to this country, I was very much disturbed and disgusted with the Western concept of God as a bush of fire.
The devotees’ happy, smiling faces, their enthusiasm, and their music all attracted me deeply. Suddenly I felt that I’d like to be a part of this group. I let the idea pass, but I purchased a set of three Krsna books from one of the devotees.
The ancient Vedic literatures offer serious solutions to human hatred. The history of the great saintly king Dhruva Maharaja gives an instance of how one man overcame a revengeful anger that threatened to annihilate an entire race.