Back To Godhead March 1977 PDF Download
“I don’t care if I’m a ‘great artist’ or not,” says John Swindler (Jayarama dasa). “I just want my art to point toward the mysteries and the beauties of the truth, that’s all.”
“I don’t care if I’m a ‘great artist’ or not,” says John Swindler (Jayarama dasa). “I just want my art to point toward the mysteries and the beauties of the truth, that’s all.”
Twenty-eight percent of all Americans, according to a Gallup poll cited in the Los Angeles Times on October 13, 1976, have seen through the sham and now believe the moon landing to be a fake.
The Song of God in English Verse by Hiranyagarbha dasa (Based on the Bhagavad-gita As It Is, translation and commentary by His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada.) O Prabhupada! You hold the torch Which opens blinded eyes; In this entire maddened world Just you alone are wise. You are the only preacher here, Just […]
We are five in the van and the hardy mood of spiritual pioneering predominates. There is a distinct sense of mission. We travel to the remotest corners of France to distribute the books of His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada.
ISKCON has defeated a highly publicized challenge to the authority and value of its spiritual teachings. On March 17, New York State Supreme Court Justice John J. Leahy threw out indictments charging two leaders of the Society’s New York chapter with “brainwashing.”
No matter how huge a telescope is, or how precisely the data it reports is handled by a computer, the scientists themselves suffer from four basic defects that completely invalidate their conclusions.
“The Supreme Lord walks and does not walk. He is far away, but He is very near as well He is within everything, and yet He is outside of everything.”
Today’s scientist has devised a lofty technology but essentially he knows about as much as a dog: how to eat, how to sleep, how to have sex, and how to defend. But what about human technology–How is a living body different from a dead body? Who are we really?
ISKCON Devotees chanting Hare Krishna downtown and standing before the Amsterdam center of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness. 1977.
This is the “We did not send men to the moon” edition of Back to Godhead. It also has a great photo article on a sankirtan (book distribution) party in France.
We should not spoil this human form of life by acting like the hogs, then what is human life meant for? Austerity and penance. You should voluntarily accept some regulative principles, even if they are not very much to your liking.
Automation, in the form of computers is an attempt to exercise control, not only of the mechanical process itself, but of the human being who directed it, turning him from an active to a passive agent, and finally eliminating him altogether.
On an island in the Kaveri River the Lord saw the city of Sri Rangam. He also saw the beautiful temple of Ranganatha, the largest Visnu (Krsna) temple in all of India.
I’m in a peaceful little village, seventy kilometers north of Pondicherry. But while I write, trying my best to concentrate, the villagers we’re staying with have gathered in the next room—to watch the cinema, on television.
We want to introduce Srila Prabhupada as the specially empowered representative of Lord Caitanya who fulfilled His prediction that the holy name of Krsna will be preached in every town and village in the world.
Three chariots carrying Jagannatha, Balarama, and Subhadra, along with five decorated dioramas depicting the Vedic heritage of Bengal, recently journeyed through this city as part of ISKCON’s annual Ratha-yatra festival.
The fool who concocts a scheme for creating living beings from chemicals—he is given all credit, the Nobel Prize. And nature is injecting millions and millions of souls into material bodies at every moment—the arrangement of God—and no one cares. This is rascaldom.
There’s a long history to bumper stickers. It began with Stone Age cave dwellers, who sometimes painted pictures on the walls of their homes. Later on, the Egyptians invented pyramids and decorated them with hieroglyphics.
We long for permanence. Although aging is foretold by our very birth, we nevertheless fight to stave off its insidious encroach. Faced with mounting evidence that we will grow old and die, we may resort to various psychological schemes for relief.
We would sit together and eat fresh hot puris with hot milk. For me it is hard to see how Westerners enjoy dry bread when there is something as wonderful as puris.