THE STORM WENT BEHIND

Thursday, January 15th, 2026

Longdenville, Trinidad

The storm that challenged our flight’s movement didn’t really get behind us. It was a six-hour nature’s ordeal, which is surely humbling. Moving closer and closer to the Caribbean, and finally Trinidad and Tobago, was relieving. The sky was the most scarlet red that I’ve ever seen. It was a sign that everything is going to be okay. It does, however, cross my mind on every flight I take, especially when the aircraft shakes, “Will this be the journey that will fail?”

We have to keep up our faith in Krishna, and I also remind myself that air travel is statistically the safest way to travel.

I was happy to deplane. Sitting next to a 300-hundred-pound person became a token of austerity.

On Caribbean Airlines, they still have you fill out forms for customs and you are put through immigration two times at Airport Port-of-Spain.

A young family man, Umapati, was there to greet me at the terminal, and a single man, Hamsarupa, was there with his van for transport to the temple. We popped by to see Guru Prasad Swami along the way. I consider him a good friend, a good swami and a good guru.

My Gita Chat for Thursdays was Zoomed, as usual. We came to the iconic line of Arjuna, “Govinda, I shall not fight!” That’s a line familiar to all of us. It is more or less a scripted line coming from each and everyone’s heart. The implication is, “I will not surrender!” The line can change in time to ,“I now surrender!” That is what Krishna favours as a critical message.

MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU

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