Volume 4 - Chapter 21

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Diary of a Traveling Preacher

 

Volume 4, Chapter 21

 

July 4-17, 2002

 

 

The pressure to find our own land along the Baltic Sea coast for a tour base

increased when locals told us the mayor in Swierzno, where we are renting a

school as a base this summer, will definitely not be re-elected next year.

It was through her influence only that the school director agreed to rent to

us the facility this year. Furthermore, our inquiries have shown that any

available property is being bought up in expectation of land values

increasing after Poland joins the European Union in 18 months.

 

But our busy festival schedule allows us hardly any time to search

for property. We are holding a major festival every day of the week,

except Monday. All 280 devotees rise at 5am each day and never take rest

before 11pm. It is an intense but fully satisfying program, as many

thousands of people are getting mercy daily. It can be compared only with

drinking hot sugarcane juice - though burning the lips it's too sweet to

stop.

 

Thus finding a property to use as a base next year is a problem. However,

it is said, "If Mohamed can't go to the mountain, the mountain must go to

Mohamed." By the grace of the Lord, this proverb came true at our recent

festival in Pobierowo.

 

While I was observing people take prasadam in the restaurant tent, I

noticed a young girl who was carefully choosing a number of sweets and

savories at the counter. She impressed me with her careful choices, so I

approached her and said, "You seem to be familiar with the food."

 

"Yes," she replied, "I know exactly what I want."

 

"Have you've eaten this food before?" I queried.

 

"Yes," she said, this is the sixth festival I've attended."

 

A little surprised, I asked, "What is your age?"

 

"I'm 10 years old," she replied. "I've been coming to your festivals each

year since I was four. She then smiled as she said, "Can you please

serve me one of those pakoras?"

 

After serving her I left the tent to check on the rest of the festival.

Thousands of people had packed into the festival grounds, and I could hardly

make my way to the book tent. When I arrived, I noticed a woman in her early

20s looking through a Bhagavad-gita. She was wearing a sari, though I could

see she wasn't part of our festival tour due to the fact she had put it on

in an unusual way. She also had a semblance of tiloka on her forehead, dark

grey and oddly shaped. I noticed a number of devotees staring at her, so I

decided to go over and talk to her. I said, "Excuse me, are you visiting us

from a particular temple?"

 

"No," she said with a smile, "I've never met devotees, although I've been

longing to for years. Association with devotees is so important. In Nectar

of Devotion it's described as one of the 5 most important items of

devotional service."

 

Amazed I said, "If this is the first time you've met devotees, how is it

that you're dressed like this and quoting scripture?"

 

She said, "I live in a small town in the northeast of Poland. I found

out about Krsna consciousness on the Internet five years ago. Soon after

that I made japa beads for myself and have been chanting every day. I also

have an altar with Gaura-Nitai Deities that I carved and to whom I offer all

my food. I came to Pobierowo with my parents on vacation and was delighted

to see you all singing Hare Krsna on the beach. I came to the festival today

to find a spiritual master. May I like ask you some questions about Krsna

consciousness?"

 

"Of course," I replied, and we sat there talking for two hours. I then asked

several of the devotee ladies to take care of her, including showing her

how to put on a sari and tiloka properly. I walked back to the restaurant

reflecting on how the Lord mercifully directs us back to the spiritual

world, when a middle-aged woman approached me and said, "This is a great

festival! You should come more often."

 

"I'm glad that you appreciate it," I said. "By the way, you look wonderful

in those gopi dots."

 

She replied, "I got them at the Indian makeup tent. I had to wait

one hour, but it was worth it. I also enjoyed reading the displays on

reincarnation and vegetarianism. And after getting a bite to eat at the

restaurant I'm going to watch the theater on the stage."

 

"How did you learn about the festival?" I inquired.

 

"My secretary told me," she said, as we entered the restaurant tent and

sat at a table together. "It would be wonderful if you would all come back

each year."

 

I said, "Actually, we would like to purchase land near here as a base for

our festival tour and an eventual tourist attraction."

 

"That's a very good idea," she said. "I've heard the local people say how

much they love you. You've been coming here for years with your festival

programs. Are you having any luck finding a property?"

 

"Not really," I replied. "We're so busy with these festivals that we don't

have time to look."

 

"Well, maybe I can help you," she said. Here's my card. Come to my

office on Monday and we can talk."

 

With that, she got up and went to the front of the stage where the Ramayana

Theater was just beginning. I was in a hurry, so I quickly put her card in

my kurta pocket and left to check on the Indian dancers who would be

performing next.

 

As I ascended the stage, I saw the same lady sitting in the front row of

seats enjoying the theater. After the performance by the Indian dancers, I

came forward to give my lecture and saw she was still there. Out of

curiosity I reached into my pocket and took out the card she had given me. I

handed it to my translator and asked him to translate it for me. He read:

 

Mayor of Pobierowo

Head of Parent-Teachers Association in charge of Regional Land Sales

 

I can only imagine what the large crowd of people must have thought of me,

as I stood there in front of them dumbfounded and unable to speak for a few

moments. My only thoughts were, "My dear Lord, out of your kindness the

'mountain' has come to us!"

 

ananyas cintayanto mam

ye janah paryupasate

tesam nityabhiyuktanam

yoga-ksemam vahamy aham

 

"But those who always worship Me with exclusive devotion, meditating on My

transcendental form, to them I carry what they lack, and I preserve what

they have."

 

[bhagavad-gita 9.22]