Sunday, November 12th, 2023
1626 Pie IX, Montreal
It gives a thrill to meet a cross country marathoner. She was enthusiastic to pick up my book “The Saffron Path,” and as I handed it over to her she proudly spoke about her conquest on bicycle, which is a shorter time given compared to walking. She tented it all the way through and rode at night in Saskatchewan to address the summer heat. As I signed the book, I asked for her name to personalize her copy. It was a Sanskrit name and she said she’ll settle down in Vrindavana, India, although raised white and Canadian.
It appears that there is a bhakti diaspora taking place in the world. Bhaktas can be found everywhere.
Now today, being special, it is Diwali, the Festival of Lights, the New Year for many folks. The local temples tend to get filled up on such days in getting a piece of the action. Seekers thirst for the blessing of Rama, as He receives praises in the form of mantras and diyas (ghee-dipped flames). I met two young students who were on a school project. They sat back and observed the ceremony, remaining rather aloof to the excitement going on. It reminds me of the time I met the devotees of Krishna. Outwardly, I showed distance, but inwardly I was soaking it up like anything. That encounter back in 1972 changed my life.
Diwali is generally a time for resolution, a point at which someone aspires for a fresh start, considering we all make blunders, big ones and little ones.
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!