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Sometimes demons would come to Vrndavana and try to kill Krishna. One of these demons was Bakasura, who assumed the form of a gigantic crane.
Sometimes demons would come to Vrndavana and try to kill Krishna. One of these demons was Bakasura, who assumed the form of a gigantic crane.
We understand business to mean “occupational duty.” According to our Vedic culture, there are different types of business. The four divisions of the social system, based on people’s qualities and types of work.
Although the women’s liberation movement may offer some worth-while proposals, it generally ignores this highest goal. But by becoming Krsna conscious, a woman is liberated in this life and the next; so Krsna consciousness is the real women’s liberation movement.
Since he started the public chanting of Hare Krsna in Washington Square Park, in the heart of Greenwich Village, Srila Prabhupada had been sending out small “parades” of devotees, chanting and playing hand cymbals through the streets of the Lower East Side.
When you understand what spiritual life is, you will see that in the spiritual sense also you are subordinate, because your nature is to be subordinate.
Between two recitals of Indian music and dance, the prince received two of the movement’s books from a Hare Krsna devotee. “Possibly he found them more interesting than the performance,” reported one Indian newspaper, “for he buried himself in the books.”
I do not know how much nectar the two syllables ‘Krs-na’ have produced. When the holy name of Krsna, is chanted, it appears to dance within the mouth. We then desire many, many mouths. When that name enters the holes of the ears, we desire many millions of ears.
The Sanskrit language is rich in words to communicate ideas about spiritual life, yoga, and God realization. This dictionary, appearing by installments in BACK TO GODHEAD, will focus upon the most important of these words.
In darkness have I traveled, In nescience was I born. For eons had I journeyed In existence forlorn, My knowledge had been covered, Forgetful. and blind, In different planes I’d hovered, But soon I lost my mind.
Many people haven’t given much thought to the question of whether there is life after death, and many even prefer to ignore death. Still, we all must die. Like a tiger, death stalks each of us. Sooner or later it will strike.