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Nava to jest ten rodzaj bhaktow fanatykow- sekciarzy ktrzych nalezy zwalczac dla dobra wsztskich, ktorzy nie widza wsztskiego w kfestji polityki itp.

Co do zas blogu. Fajnie zeby jego akcja sie nie konczyla do konca Twego zycia, to bys prabu udowdnil ze Swiadomosc Kryszny to sprawa na cale zycie: ) pozdawiamy


Bardzo dziękuję moderatorowi i Redakcji za to, że nie usunęła wpisu PC.
To jest doskonały przykład tego jak stronnicze są osoby, które zarządzają tą stroną.

PC cieszę się również z tego, że mogę zobaczyć twoją prawdziwą naturę, którą skrywałeś pod płaszczykiem świętości na Vrindzie i FB (Bhaktowie ponad podziałami) a ujawniłeś ją na tym forum.

Pewnie się już nie dowiem jak chcesz mnie zwalczać? Może jakiś dres z Jawora, albo Ukrainiec z Warszawy?

Tak czy inaczej PC miło było cię poznać z tej strony.

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Myślę, że Pavana chciał postawić po "Nava" przecinek, tylko u niego kiepsko z interpunkcją. Wtedy jego post jest nawet zabawny ;)


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Nava to jest ten rodzaj bhaktow fanatykow- sekciarzy ktrzych nalezy zwalczac dla dobra wsztskich, ktorzy nie widza wsztskiego w kfestji polityki itp.

Co do zas blogu. Fajnie zeby jego akcja sie nie konczyla do konca Twego zycia, to bys prabu udowdnil ze Swiadomosc Kryszny to sprawa na cale zycie: ) pozdawiamy


Bardzo dziękuję moderatorowi i Redakcji za to, że nie usunęła wpisu PC.
To jest doskonały przykład tego jak stronnicze są osoby, które zarządzają tą stroną.

PC cieszę się również z tego, że mogę zobaczyć twoją prawdziwą naturę, którą skrywałeś pod płaszczykiem świętości na Vrindzie i FB (Bhaktowie ponad podziałami) a ujawniłeś ją na tym forum.

Pewnie się już nie dowiem jak chcesz mnie zwalczać? Może jakiś dres z Jawora, albo Ukrainiec z Warszawy?

Tak czy inaczej PC miło było cię poznać z tej strony.



Myślę że reakcje osób które w końcu się na tobie poznały to istny chichot historii.

Btw. szkoda tego wątku na ciebie, get lost, please.

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O złotousty prof. Fiutku jak zwykle świecisz i oświecasz mnie swoją elokwencją. Cóż bym począł bez twojego słodkiego jadu?

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No i właśnie przed momentem Nava zakończył swoją przygodę z Harinam.pl ( dla dobra swojego i innych), przykre bo nawet przez chwile osobiście uwierzyłem w jego chęć zmiany, ale moja złudna wiara został rozwiana bez cienia wątpliwości. Ostrzeżenie było, że nie będzie żadnej taryfy ulgowej dla prowokacji, obrażania i wzniecania awantur, więc to co się stało było świadomym wyborem.

Tak czy inaczej życzę Ci powodzenia Prabhu i wszystkiego dobrego, oczywiście zawsze jesteś mile widziany jako gość tego forum i strony Harinam.pl, ale niestety już bez możliwości komentowania.

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Osobiscie nie mam nic przeciwko zeby miec wizerunek bardzo zlego czlowieka czy bhakty w oczach Nauva Narajany Prabhu. Wrecz taki wizerunek w tych oczach to zaszczyt: ) Dziekuje wiec.

Ogolnie rzecz biorac zlosc, gniew,itp cechy uzywane w przypadku gdy ktos obraza bhaktow, nagminnie klamie, naciaga zasady filozfii jest nie kultrany itp to jedna zasad bhakti-jogi. Nie jestesmy tu po to (W tym swiecie) by wyzerwac uczucia jak impresonalisci. Gniew czy zlosc sa tez objawem duszy. Tak jak Hanuman podpalil Lanke by bronic Sity, tak jak dzisijsi hindusi protesuja po gwalcie dziewczyny tak, nalezy reagowac na to wypisuje Nauwa. Poniewaz Prabhu pytal mnie jak zwalczac mysle ze sa 2 sposby. Tlumaczyc i edukowac bhaktow ktrzy nie zachwauja sie jak waisznawowie, ostatecznie jesli sie nie da usuwac z netu. Jesli tutaj to sie wlasnie stalo moim skromnym zdaniem Admin jest genialny: ) Wlasnie wykonal sluzbe oddania.

Jesli moje zdanie wydaje sie zbyt kontrwersyjne, ostre, itp, coz. Czlowiek nigdy nie znajdzie zrozuminia do konca. Tak czy siak jedyne co pozasaje to modlic sie by Nauwa Narajana sie oczyscil i zamiast obrazania bhaktow robil cos innego.

To pisalem ja upadly ukazujacy swoje obicze bhakta.


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W sumie mi do końca nie podoba się ten język o zwalczaniu ... może czasami trzeba po prostu porozmawiać i wyjaśnić, a czasami po prostu jakoś się tolerować ...


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Osobiscie nie mam nic przeciwko zeby miec wizerunek bardzo zlego czlowieka czy bhakty w oczach Nauva Narajany Prabhu. Wrecz taki wizerunek w tych oczach to zaszczyt: ) Dziekuje wiec.

Ogolnie rzecz biorac zlosc, gniew,itp cechy uzywane w przypadku gdy ktos obraza bhaktow, nagminnie klamie, naciaga zasady filozfii jest nie kultrany itp to jedna zasad bhakti-jogi. Nie jestesmy tu po to (W tym swiecie) by wyzerwac uczucia jak impresonalisci. Gniew czy zlosc sa tez objawem duszy. Tak jak Hanuman podpalil Lanke by bronic Sity, tak jak dzisijsi hindusi protesuja po gwalcie dziewczyny tak, nalezy reagowac na to wypisuje Nauwa. Poniewaz Prabhu pytal mnie jak zwalczac mysle ze sa 2 sposby. Tlumaczyc i edukowac bhaktow ktrzy nie zachwauja sie jak waisznawowie, ostatecznie jesli sie nie da usuwac z netu. Jesli tutaj to sie wlasnie stalo moim skromnym zdaniem Admin jest genialny: ) Wlasnie wykonal sluzbe oddania.

Jesli moje zdanie wydaje sie zbyt kontrwersyjne, ostre, itp, coz. Czlowiek nigdy nie znajdzie zrozuminia do konca. Tak czy siak jedyne co pozasaje to modlic sie by Nauwa Narajana sie oczyscil i zamiast obrazania bhaktow robil cos innego.

To pisalem ja upadly ukazujacy swoje obicze bhakta.


Drogi Pavana Caitanio temat Nava Yauvany został zamknięty i bez jego obecności ( NYd nie ma już możliwości wypowiadania sie na tym forum) dobrze było by odpuścić sobie komentarze o jego osobie, wiem, że nie miałeś złych intencji być może nie do końca przemyślałeś to że piszesz a on nie bedzie mógł sie do tego odnieść, tak czy inaczej bardzo bym nie chciał by ten wątek przerodził się w " dokopywanie" nieobecnemu . Został usuniety bo od dłuższego czasu łamał zasady forum, dostawał kolejne szanse z których nie chciał skorzystać. Wiadomość o jego usunięciu było czysto informacyjna, by nie było niepotrzebnych domysłów.

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Ostatnie zdanie na temat...
Przepraszam za ostre wypowiedzi. Tolerowc Baladzi? Raczej nie trzeba tolerwac gwatwo czy porwania Sity, tak nie mozna tolerowac chamstwa. Tlmaczyc, rozmawiac? CHyba mozna, mogbym za pomoca cytatow wykazac jak chamsko i sekciarsko zachwuje sie Nauva, ciekawe czy by zrzoumial. Moim zdaniem watpie. Generalnie nie mozna tolerwoac anie nawet przebywac dobrowolnie w towarzystwie gdzie ktos obraza innych bhaktow. Nie pownno sie w takim miejscu zwczajnie byc siedziec czy sluchac. A jesli mozna to powstrzmac trzeba.

Dodam jeszcze dwa zdania na koniec i nawet w pewnym sensie na obrone NAuwy, bo on tez pewnie mysli ze ma dobre intencjie, ze robi ajakas "dobra robote" co jest bardzo ciekawe z pewnego punktu widznia. tylko ze niestety obraza bhaktow, wysmiewajac sie itp.a to jest DUZA KZYWDA. Ze mnie nigdy sie nie smial i mi nic do tego ale znam takich z ktorych sie smial. Szkoda ze to tak wynika z tych dobrych intencji i ze ten brak wiedzy troszke czasu zajmuje zanim moze spojrzy inaczej. Moze z 10 lat. A zaczna sie od dobrych motywacji.

po 2... Zyjemy w czasach gdzie jest duzo zamieszania, sa rozne grupy bhaktow, naprawde czasmi ktos sam nie wie gdzie jest dokad zmierza. Jedni mowia to inni tamto. A jeszcze mamy wrogow w postacji maji, ego i umyslu. Kupe wiec prblemow. JAk w takiej sytacji zyc i obrazac bhaktow? Jak mozna bedac w tak oplakanej sytaucji walczyc?

A przeciez z drugiej strony jestesmy jednak jedna rodzina waisznawa i potrzeba nam spokoju. szanowanie i pokora. Po czesci ten nastroj prezntuje MAdavedra Prabhu chocby tym jak sam powiedzial ze szanuje Triwikrama Mahradza czy ze z gzrecznosci nie zminil tu imienia mimo ze teraz ma Kalpataru na imie. Coz za pokora? Coz za oddanie? i jest to jakas odpowiedz.

ps. W przadku gdy takie zachwanie jak Nauwe zaczne tolerowac to bedzie moj upadek, Mam nadziejie nigdy nie dojdzie.
Tak czy siak wybaczcie i czas wracac do glownego tematu. Sory.


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Sorry, że po angielsku, ale docelowo pisałem to dla mojego rodzeństwa duchowego, które w większości jest anglojęzyczne. Te zapiski to dziennik z mojej wyprawy na Rainbow Gathering na Słowacji w zeszłym roku. Starałem się trzymać w miarę świadomą Kryszny wizję, spotkałem tam bhaktów, a nawet zorganizowałem niewielki festiwal Janmastami, tak że myslę, ze się nada na forum bhaktowskie:)

You First Brother 1

Part one – Lonely Trip

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So. If I had any doubts, now I don’t, it’s a fact – deep down I am a real hippy.
    After ten hours of bus ride I got to the European Rainbow Gathering near Lukovistia, on the South of Slovakia.
    I was tired, sweaty, anxious and not really sure what I was doing there and if it was a good idea for a relaxing, therapeutic summer adventure. Specially after a week with my spiritual master, brothers and sisters, I felt bit lonely, left behind and I knew that nothing could amount to that great week we spend together. Still now I was here, so I was going to do my best.

    When the middle age, bold, fat guy, immediately after getting off the bus, took off his cloths (and I mean all of it) and started to march towards the campsite with his upper and lower (hairy) back shining with profuse perspiration (the sky was pouring heat!), I felt even more depressed, but, hey – after all this was Rainbow, not Louvre!
    He looked like he knew the way, so I followed him. After about twenty minutes walk we came to a glade. And that was it – my fatigue and bad mood left me completely and it was then when I realized that I was a real hippy. I deeply fell in love with what I saw!

    There was around hundred people playing in the meadow. Some of them were naked, some dressed in colorful, rainbow-like rags, some were playing tag, other enjoying shower from the barrel fastened to a crown of a tree, some drumming all kinds of drums (there were even tablas), playing accordions, guitars, ukuleles, bagpipes, children were chasing dogs (and the other way around too), some dreadlock yogis chanted mantras…

    I admit that for a moment I felt that I entered a heaven. I stood there, at the top of the hill, with my mouth wide open, savouring this bucolic, idyllic picture.
    It was kind of ecstatic. For a moment I remembered the story of Gopa Kumar entering the pastures of spiritual world, and I imagined how it must felt. Leaving all that madness of material kingdom behind and eventually finding yourself home, in the land of love, freedom and dedication.

    Finally I started to descend. People seeing my backpack greeted me with a cheerful shouting, wave or even a hug or a kiss.
    “Welcome home, brother!” – they said.
    Someone explained to me that it wasn’t the main area of the gathering and I should walk further to find some place to camp.

    As I walked I saw more tents and teepees. Some hidden in the forest or bushes, some in the open. And also there were more and more people. First thing I noticed was that everyone looked in each other’s eyes and everyone smiled. Soon I was to discover that it wasn’t just being polite, but people were actually nice to each other. They were helping each other, like for example carrying stuff, setting tent, etc., sharing whatever they got, even if it was only a small piece of chocolate, bread or a cigarette. Oh, yes, I should mention here that the gathering was alcohol-free and meat-free. There wasn’t an official ban, nobody enforced anything, but still almost all people abided by that unwritten law.

    After few minutes I got to the main clearing, so called “food circle”, which was the centre of Gathering. I decided to camp on the top of the hill. In that way I could see everything that was to be seen and wouldn’t miss anything.
    When I set my tent, I looked down – at the colorful, noisy, happy chaos. And I smiled.

* * *
    I needed a shower. I stank like an angry skunk (not that I know how angry skunk stinks, but it was bad, very bad). A whole summer day spent in buses and dirty bus stations can do it to anybody.
    I went to the shower area I passed before. There were about thirty people waiting in line. Man, women, children. And everyone was completely, definitely, utterly undressed.
    No, wait! There! Relief! I spotted one guy with his shorts on… Wait, no, he took them off…
    Not that I have anything against nudity, it is natural thing, and after all I decided to be a hippy for these few days, but still, it was little bit too much for me.

    I looked at the people in the cue. They were completely at ease. They talked, laughed, discussed Thoreau, Chomsky and Osho… I felt embarrassed being the only one wearing swimming trunks. Ok – nobody was forcing me to anything, no one even looked with disapproval at my puritan sorry self. But still I felt stupid. Should I do it? Should I overcome my weakness and prove to myself to be a truly free man? Or maybe I was being oppressed by a social pressure and to be free I should stay dressed to prove that I was free? I took a deep breath…

    And I did it. I took of the trunks and kicked them aside.
    Here I was. Living trough the one of the oldest civilized human nightmares – standing naked in a crowd of people. My ears were burning, my hands couldn’t find their natural position (that’s what pockets are for!), my thoughts were racing.
    But nothing happened. No one even noticed.
    And when my turn to shower came, and I stood there in the streams of icy cold water, on the small, stone platform (like a little stage), in front of all those people, I felt rather stress-free. I even waved encouragingly to a shy, skinny, fully dressed young man who hesitantly joined the cue.

    I would like to make here a small observation. In the main stream society people are sensitized to nudity and it has a definitely sexual connotation. On one hand it is a taboo, on the other, it is used a lot, for example in advertisement, TV, etc., to attract people, playing on their lower instincts. But there, where nudity was a very common, ordinary affair, the sexual aspect wasn’t really prominent. It was rather innocent and funny. During the whole stay, I haven’t seen a single case of promiscuity, not counting a shy, stammering hippy couple who were looking for someone “to join them in the session of divine, free love”.  I was surprised, I have to say. Not that I’m becoming a nudist now, I think that wearing cloths has its numerous advantages (for example hiding nature flaws, to mention one). Still, I think it was an interesting experience. Instructive.

* * *
    My first food circle. It was something. Something remarkable.
    Imagine – dusk well on it’s way. The little fire in the middle of the glade couldn’t disperse the darkness.
    “Close the circle! Close the circle!” – shouts were echoing among the hills.
    I came closer. Someone took my hand. Tall, blond rasta guy.
    “Close the circle” – he said with a smile. I stretched my hand, trying to reach a girl on my left. She laughed as she tried to stretched her hand and it was still about two meters of free space between us. Eventually we managed. The circle was growing. More and more people were coming from all over the place – from the forest, valley, and surrounding hills. I couldn’t see far, but the growing hubbub of voices told me that we must be now few hundreds or more. As more people came, we were spreading further and further from the centre.
    “Make the second circle” – someone shouted. We just couldn’t spread more if we wanted to stay on the hill. The inner circle started to form and quite soon it was almost as big as ours.
    In the meantime the chanting started. The song was very simple and catchy.

We are circling, circling together
We are singing, singing with our hearts on
This is family, this is unity
This is celebration, this is sacred


    Then the rasta guy on my right looked at my eyes and slowly kissed my hand. I was a bit bewildered, but I realized this is kind of a chain and I should send the kiss further. I looked at the girl on my left, and… I kissed my own hand! I’ve got no idea why I did it. I guess I was just too lost. The girl laughed wholeheartedly and send the kiss further. Then there was a kiss on the cheek and even a kiss on the shoulder. Soon I was pretty good at it, and I didn’t kiss any of my own body parts anymore.

    And then there was the best part. The song gradually faded away and something else started. It was like deep thunder rising from the ground.
    Goosebumps.
    Om chanting.

    As a Vaisnava I don’t find Om very attractive. After all it is just one of the divine sounds and it doesn’t have the sweetness the Krishna’s name has. But believe me, when few hundred people, holding hands, starts to chant Om together, it is breathtaking. Standing there under the sky sprinkled with thousands of stars, chanting with the multitude, I felt lifted to the air by that powerful, all-pervasive sound. That was a sound of awe-inspiring Visnu, the creator of the world.
    Eventually it faded too. Everyone rose their folded hands to the sky and then we all paid obeisance to Divine, in gratefulness for the food that was about to be served.

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You First Brother 2
Part 2 – Krishna’s Army Tent

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The next morning I went to the Krishna’s tent.

    In a big army tent there was a small temple and a devotee living there. His name was Milosh, he was from Slovakia.

    We exchanged cautious but friendly greetings. Seeing a big Prabhupada’s poster inside I presumed that Milosh was an ISKCON devotee, but I didn’t ask him anything, I know it can be a sensitive issue in some institutions (I mean the issue of different groups, different gurus, etc.). I was just happy that there was some Vaisnava in the area I could talk to or have a bhajan together.

    We sang the morning program. Few people joined the chanting, someone accompanied us with drums, there was even some lord Siva’s devotee, and I mean a proper one – with long dreadlocks, red horizontal triple tilak, smeared with ashes and holding a trident. He chanted Hare Krishna with us, with a calm smile, looking thoughtfully in our eyes.

    During the lecture, which wasn’t much to my likening – little orthodox, old style, imitating Prabhupada a bit, but I have to add – definitely well-meant– there was a discussion. The Siva’s devotee (Indian origin, living in Pensylvania) wanted to know what’s the point of speaking about God, if he’s Unspeakable.

    I liked the question, it was a good starting point for a talk about unlimited qualities of Krishna. I’ve heard Guru Maharaja talking about it so many times, that it got encoded in my mind.
    But Milosh (with all his sincerity) used Srila Prabhupada’s argument:
    “If he’s unspeakable, why do you bother speaking?! Better shut your mouth!”
    I closed my eyes and groaned silently. But the Siva’s man only smiled. I liked it. And I told him: “Yes, God has unlimited qualities that can not be described. And therefore we shouldn’t be silent, because we can not say enough about him”.
    He smiled even more.
    “I like it very much” – he said and left.
    Thank you, Guru Maharaja, I thought. All I know and speak, I know from you.
    I felt little bit guilty that I butted in, but Milosh was ok with it, I could see that he accepted what I said.

    In the temple I met Asha. She was interested in Krishna consciousness, but she hadn’t met many devotees yet. Only Milosh and Sridhar Swami (a Polish Prabhupada’s disciple, initiated into sannyasa by Paramadvaiti Maharaja).
    I liked her immediately. She was very open, bright, spiritually minded, with a good sense of humor. We had a relaxed chat and she asked a lot of good questions about philosophy and devotional practice.

    I was telling her about the importance of accepting a guru.
    “Does the guru have to be personally present in this world?” – she asked.
    I knew the drill.
    “Yes, he does. How otherwise could he help you?”
    She looked shyly at Prabhupada’s poster.
    “What about Prabhupada? He wrote so many books…”

    “Yes, he did. Therefore we can say that he’s our siksa-guru, a sadhu who gives teachings. But he’s also param-guru – a guru who left this world. However we need a diksa-guru – sadhu who inspires us with his devotion, knowledge and personal example, and who can initiate us… Who told you that, about Prabhupada?” – I asked.

    She didn’t manage to answer.
    “Prabhupada is our siksa’guru?” – Milosh, who must had been listening to our conversation, jumped in and rose his voice. – “Are you serious?! He is Prabhupada. He is diksa guru! He always will be”
   Ok. So Milosh wasn’t an ISKCON devotee. But I didn’t want to go that way.
   “So you are a ritvik… Sorry, I didn’t know…”
    “Let’s talk about it…” – he said.
    “There is no point, prabhu. You are a ritvik, and I am not. We will never agree. Let’s just not talk about it. Is that a ‘right with you?”
    He looked at me for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders.
    “You are right, it’s not a place and time for it”
    I was relieved. I didn’t want to fight with the guy. He was doing some service, trying his best to be a Vaisnava and serve Srila Prabhupada, and anyway I was a guest in his tent.
    I think that at time we both decided to respect each other from a distance.
    For Asha it was something new. She didn’t realize, there were different approaches, understanding, groups or even controversies in the Hare Krishna world.
    Later I explained to her that I wasn’t going to try to persuade her to my point of view, but she should learn as much as she could, get familiar with different opinions so she would have more knowledge and make informed decisions concerning her spiritual life. I wasn’t worried for her anyway, she seemed to understand a lot.

    Later we had another discussion.
    “I have to tell you something” – she said.
    “Shoot”
    “Ok… So… I don’t like Srila Prabhupada” – she stammered out.
    I laughed. I suspected what was going on.
    “I mean… He doesn’t seem to be very nice” – she said. “All these things he says about women, or generally, the way he writes, kind of aggressive, even arrogant…”
    I could see, she was embarrassed about her feelings.
    “Asha, it’s completely understandable you feel that way. There was a time in my life, I just couldn’t read his books. I felt similar way, believe me”
    “So what changed?” – she asked.
    “My Guru Maharaja showed me different Prabhupada – the loving one, wise, understanding, with a big heart and open arms. You have to understand that sometimes when people talk about Prabhupada or spiritual life in general, actually they talk about their own vision. They project themselves on spiritual matters. So when someone is fanatical, “his” Prabhupada will be fanatical. When someone doesn’t have love, “his” Prabhupada will have a stone heart too. When someone doesn’t trust others, “his” Prabhupada will be mistrustful or even hostile”
    “I like that” – she said. – “I already feel better”
    “Cool” – I smiled. – “So this is one of the reasons you need a spiritual master; so you don’t get locked in your misconceptions. It is easy to worship someone who doesn’t correct you. It doesn’t require much from you, doesn’t challenge you. And we need to be challenged. Every day. Until we’re dead…” – I paused dramatically and laughed. “What you say?”
    “Can you tell me some stories about Prabhupada, that show him more as a human?”
    “Sure…”
    And I told her few stories I remembered, about how Srila Prabhupada cared for his disciples and how much compassion he had for everyone. I liked to see Asha beaming.

    It was nice to have that place there. Milosh was doing great job. I might have disagreed with him, but I admired his steadiness and sacrifice. He was doing morning and evening program, cooking and distributing prasadam twice a day, telling people about Krishna.
    The Rainbow food in the main food circle was vegan, nutritious and made with love, but as the taste goes… So many people (definitely including me) were happy to enjoy pulao, chapatis, puris, sabjis and halava served by Milosh.
    When he was leaving Rainbow Gathering I joined the helping crew to carry all his stuff to the parking lot. There were few of us who wanted to show some gratefulness.
     It was already dark. In the parking lot we gave each other a hug.
    “Thank you for everything, Milosh, great seva, keep serving Prabhupada” – said I.
    “Thank you for help, Kalpataruji” – said he and left.
    Next day it was kind of sad to see the empty spot left by Krishna’s tent. Asha and Kasha (another nice girl interested in Krishna) agreed. We lost our spiritual socializing centre.


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Part three – Fellowship Formed and the Toilets Explained

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    When after four days I was finally bidding farewell to the hippy paradise, I didn’t expect to be back just in couple of days. Who would? So I was walking very slowly to the bus stop, looking at the sleeping camp. The rising sun poured the gold on the scattered sleeping bags, dusty tents and smoky teepees. Few lonely, dirty survivors of yesterday wished me a happy journey. French young poet in a suit and wild tie gave me a piece of chocolate and played for me on a violin few lines from the International.

    And that was good bye.

    Then, couple of days later I was on the road again. Once more I enjoyed the familiar feeling of sweatiness, exhaustion and carsickness (who rode Eastern European busses knows what I’m talking about). But this time I wasn’t alone.
    It was actually Saragrahi who made me to go the second time.
    After coming back home I was very enthusiastic in my reportage and a bit of that enthusiasm got transmitted to my better half. Basically she put it like this:
    “I’m going. Whether you goin’ with me or not.”
    So I could go or not, and I preferred to go. No, it had nothing to do with my insecurity because of all those handsome rastas and hippies walking out there with their beautiful drums, guitars and dreamy eyes. I was just happy to get another chance to re-experience Rainbow.
    We also asked my sister, Ania, to join us, and she was very happy to.

    When we started to get closer to the camp site, the girls felt stressed and a bit awkward. “Are we going to fit? How will we survive the “naked” shower? What about the toilets?” (Oh, yes, Shit Pits! I completely forgot to mention those sweet and cozy places. I will come to it).
    Me however, I felt like coming back home. I was an experienced guide, nonchalant pack leader, Rainbow veteran.
    “On the right you see the Healing Teepee, there, in those bushes are showers… I mean a shower. Single. On the left there is a children kitchen, and here is the main food circle, over there, that white patch, it used to be Krishna’s temple, and I was camping there, by that shrub… There is a funny story…”
    “Could you stop now?” asked Saragrahi.
    “Yeap, please” added Ania.

    Ania’s biggest fear was the toilet. She wasn’t very inspired by my description of it. So first of all it wasn’t even called a toilet, but, as I mentioned before, “a shit pit”. What a picturesque and juicy term.
    When I first heard about it after arriving few days before I imagined a long drainage ditch with a perch and a row of people sitting on it, smoking cigarettes and having a conversation, you know, like in the war movies, in the POW camp.

    The reality was less shocking, though still not very comforting.
    So first of all there was a designated area for it. And the in that area (in the forest) there were small trenches, maybe 6-7 feet long, 1 feet deep, and they were randomly dug around. The rules were – no toilet paper, just water (for a devotee not a big deal I guess), washing hands with ashes, and covering the end product with earth.

   At first I was seriously considering holding on until going back home, but then I managed to get used to it. As long as it was daylight, it wasn’t a problem, but God have mercy on those wretched creatures who were hard-pressed during the night hours and had to roam in the darkness. Poor buggers.
    Anyway, for some reason Ania wasn’t inspired by my description of the “toilets”, but eventually she became believer and in the end she was even openly scorning those, who broke the rules and used that forbidden, bourgeois toilet paper.
   
    Here I wanted to move to the Big Celebration Day, but since the above topic isn’t very elevated, I will continue in the next episode of the Rainbow Adventures.  


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Part 4 – Śri Krishna Janmastami and more

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    Oh, Krishna, what a cold night it was! I couldn’t believe that just in couple of days the temperature could drop so dramatically. I went to sleep in my underwear, but soon I was wearing everything I owned including four pairs of socks and a hat. And still I was freezing.

    Since I had my private small tent, I couldn’t cuddle up for warmth with Saragrahi. Eventually at 2 AM I took my half-broken torchlight and I went to the forest to collect wood for a bonfire. It took me some time, specially that my torch was going off and on, but ultimately I managed.
    Pretty soon I was falling asleep nicely warmed up, looking at the thousand of stars.


    When I opened my eyes the sun was already high up. Saragrahi was sleeping next to me, she must have a tough night too. And there was this guy with a turban and lots of tattoos, sitting next to us (actually sitting almost on my head).

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    “Good morning” he said with a slight German accent. “You don’t mind that I’m using your fire to make chapatis?”
    I looked at him somewhat vacantly, still half asleep.
   “Yes… Of course. No problem”
    Actually I remembered the guy from before. He was doing an improvisation with a guitar, making up a song about the proper and responsible use of shit pits. I remember that I liked his sense of humor, and also fact that he was always helping with food serving.
    I got up and took quick bottle shower behind the tent. Saragrahi and Ania were up too.
    We decided to do a morning program. It was  Janmastami day. For that purpose I had even brought my mrdanga. It looked kind od funny – since I didn’t have a mrdanga cover I improvised something using an old bathrob and piece of string. It resembled some fury, weird animal.

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    Saragrahi created a spontaneous altar with Jagannatha, Baladeva and Subhadra, and Guru Maharaja’s picture. We set together and sang Gurvastakam and Hare Krishna.

    I could see that we gained some respect in Walter’s (the chapati guy) eyes. He looked with an interest at Deties and Guru Maharaja. When we got to maha-mantra he joined us, not interrupting the chapatis making process.
    When he got his first chapati made, he produced a small, silver plate, put the chapati on it and placed before the Jagannatha deities. Then bent his head low and chanted some mantras I didn’t recognize.

    That was a nice surprise.
    At that moment another guy came.
    “Haribol!” he said with a smile. “So nice to meet devotees here!”
    “Gauranga!”
    We shook hands. His name was Thomas. He looked at our altar, trying to recognize who was on the picture. We talked for a moment. He was affilated with Iskcon, actually he was planning that day to go to a temple for a festival. There was a Hungarian farm near Balaton, not too far away.
    Walter handed him a piece of a chapati.
    “Take some prasad” – he said.
    “I’m fasting today, it’s Janmastami…” – Thomas said. (I held my breath - when I woke up this morning, I devoured, without thinking, a chocolate bar, dammit!)
    Walter looked at him.
    “But this is prasadam. It’s like fasting” – he said with a big smile.
    Needless to say, I was speechless.
    Thomas was persuaded by that sound, irrefutable and bona fide argument.

    After the morning program, we got into our Janmastami cooking project. We had brought from Poland butter, powdered milk, icing sugar and dry fruits. Simply Wanderful time!
    Saragrahi mixed everything in a plastic bag, Ania and me, we cut nuts, dates and raisins, and soon we had maybe hundred or more sweet balls. We offered them and started bhajan. Saragrahi on caratals, me, mrdanga.
    In a little while we gathered a small crowd. Some of them were attracted by chanting and some definitely by a sight of the beautiful sweets.

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    “Ania, distribute the Simply Wanderful” – I said between the maha mantras. She was little bit shy, but soon she was dancing and walking all over the place, giving prasadam to everyone around.

    People were charmed. They asked for a recipe, chanted with us, smiled, waved, danced. It was really cool. I felt like in old Iskcon days, during festivals.

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    At one point, someone grabbed a full plate and went away with it. I was little bit worried, particularly because guy who took it, didn’t look very normal, he was either high or very off. I looked at him doubtfully, but he just started to distribute prasadam himself. Talk about ajnata sukrti, man. That’s how it starts.

* * *

    Next day I was woken up by Krsna’s names.
    I was sleeping next to the bonfire again (I was smart and the day before I prepared wood for the morning).

    I looked around. The camp was completely asleep, except for a small group by the big fire down the valley. They sang some mantras, playing guitar and drums.

    I grabbed the mrdanga and almost run down there.
    The people assembled around the fire looked very weary. Some of them were naked, cover with ashes, with red eyes. A sad girl with a guitar was leading bhajan. When I joined gently with mrdanga, they greeted me with smiles and made a space in a circle.
    They looked at the rising sun and sang to a soft and sweet tune:
    “Govinda, Gopala, Narayana
    Govinda, Gopala, Narayana”

    I didn’t mind very much that they confused the rasa, at least they stayed on the tattva tracks and kept Visnu-tattva in one mantra (few days before I heard someone singing: „Krishna, Govinda, Durga, Ganesha”).
    So we chanted and we swayed and we crooned and we smiled and someone even cried nostalgically, and I thought, it was a very magical morning.

* * *
    There were more pastimes and stories to tell, but I think I’ll end it here. A good story-teller knows when to stop. I think I’ve already overdone it with a length or comedy, but once I start I very easily cross all possible lines.
    In the end I was bit tired, we all were, but still, it was worth it.
    I’m not a sentimentalist – I wasn’t blind to pretentiousness of some, to two hippy girls looking for an attention of a handsome and esoteric guitar-player, to a bunch of ganja smokers who were stoned 24/7, to spoiled kids, or overtly zealous environmentalists. I saw all these things. But I was thinking about something that Guru Maharaja said: “We don’t judge others by who they are, but by the ideal they strive for”.
    I tried that and I think it worked. I think I met some beautiful people there and some of that beauty dribbled on me, making me... just better.
    You would like it there.

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Czytam jakbym tam był z Wami.
Pomyśleć że w innej części PL inna grupa, w innym czasie razem z Prem Nitay Prabhu i Padmagandim Prabhu działała w podobny sposób.
Nie było łatwo zadowolić lidera. Jak pięknie lider opowiadał o Panu Nityanandzie, zbieraliśmy całą grupą lakszmi na jego pierwszy bilet do Indii, sprzedałem wiosło i wszystkie ksiazki Hłaski.
Z drugiej strony walka o dominację w stadzie. Były sportowiec chcący chwały na polu sprzedaży i strach. Bałem się sprzedawać dużo książek bo lider sie bardzo denerwował, że sprzedaje więcej niż on, raz zaczął krzyczeć na mnie, no uderz mnie, uderz, patrzył mi prosto w oczyni prowokował wkładając całą swoją pasje w słowa pełne złości.
Bałem się cokolwiek mówić, bo przecież wiadomo obrazy wobec bramina, a ja bh. Darek co ja wiem o życiu duchowym.
Potrzebowałem tego bardzo.
Nic przez przypadek się nie dzieje. Tak myślałem. Zniszczyć ego całkowicie.
Z drugiej strony życie wewnątrz.
Kryszna.
Do którego zawsze mogłem się zwrócić.
Jakież piękne to było/jest.
Najlepszy przyjaciel.
Bałem się mówić o tym życiu wewnątrz, myślę, że do dziś strach został.
Bałem się, że nikt nie zrozumie, że będą się śmiać zemnie.

Walka z anarthas a jakże.
Moment zapomnienia o Krysznie i odrazu mental dopada. Ile takich stanów bywało przez miliony żyć. Smutek, lenistwo, brak postawy służenia, złe usytułowanie, zazdrość o wielbicieli, dlaczego oni maja np inicjacje a ja nie. Dlaczego w ogóle mam służyć, kto wymyślił taką filozofię? Potrzebowałem tego cierpienia by zrozumieć, że zawsze mogę zwrócić się do Kryszny.

Po jakimś czasie zrozumiałem, że traktuję Kryszne bezosobowo. Zawsze się zwracam do Kryszny jak czegoś potrzebuję, jak cierpię, jak chce pieniędzy, sprzedania dużej ilości książek dla chwały itp
Co za głupota.

Dałem się na nią nabrać. Czyli nie byłem szczery w swym oddaniu.

Zacząć od nowa.

Odwrócić energię.
Taka myśl pojawiła się w czasie kirtanu, to była Vyasa Puja Srila Prabhupada. Modliłem się o preme.
O czyste oddanie.
W czasie tego kirtanu musiałem choć raz wypowiedzieć Kryszna bez obraz. Pierwsze nama bhas.
Zrozumiałem w sercu, że jestem wieczny i pełny szczęścia. Czułem to. Spadł na mnie cień kropli z oceanu Premy.

Życie się zmieniło od tamtej pory.
Żona odemnie odeszła (nie to że fizycznie, odeszła odemnie błędna koncepcja pt moja żona). Zostałem bezdomny w jakimś sensie...Zacząłem intonować i intonować... Nie chciałem przerywać... Znaleźć czystość, uśpione oddanie do Kryszny...

Oj co ja robię ... Zapomniałem się...
Chciałem tu tylko napisać, że ten fragment chwycił mnie za serce


17.02.1998 Łańcut

Jest już dobrze. Mój ostatni maha-mental minął. Tylko nikłe echo wspomnienia ostatnich zawirowań kołacze się gdzieś po zakamarkach umysłu. Byłem już na granicy upadku, prawie odszedłem. Może to obrazy wobec Rupy Goswamiego? Leżałem w vanie, nie czułem się już wielbicielem. Wtedy, dzięki łasce Kryszny, przypomniałem sobie, że czytałem gdzieś, że słuchanie o rasa lila uwalnia serce od pożądania. Wziąłem więc Kryszna book i zacząłem czytać, równocześnie modląc się do Kryszny o pomoc. Wtedy wszystko zaczęło się uspakajać, jak cichnięcie sztormu na oceanie, mój umysł ochłonął, pożądanie zaczęło znikać, jak cień w obliczu słońca. W tamtej chwili znów stałem się bhaktą, znów mogłem się modlić do Kryszny o łaskę, zniknął bunt, znów zacząłem słuchać rund i czuć potrzebę pokory. Umysł uspokoił się i dalszy sankirtan nie wydaje się już mordęgą, ale nawet mam chęć kontynuować. Gdzie indziej mogę tak szybko robić postęp, jak na ulicy?
Ucichła też moja niechęć do Rupy, Śaśabindu codziennie zalewa nas nektarem swoich duchowych realizacji. Dziękuję Guru i Krysznie, gdyż bez ich pomocy nie przeszedłbym tego testu. Czuję, że zrobiłem postęp duchowy. Przede wszystkim czuję ochronę Kryszny. Kiedy dotknąłem już dna, to dopiero kiedy całkowicie się Mu poddałem, zacząłem wznosić się ponad to wszystko.

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