Evening Massage - Personal

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Evening massage was not as thorough as the pre-noon

one - just massage his legs, squeeze them, up and down

from the knee down to the feet, then the feet and toes

also. He taught the technique. He said it gave some

relief. At these times he was prone to sweet

reflections. Was he sleeping? Sometimes. Or he would

speak something. The servant might have to stay up a

considerable while. Usually it was in a darkened room.

In Australia, at the end of the day after he and the

devotees had marched a great distance in the

Ratha-yatra parade, Prabhupada complimented his

servant on his dancing so nicely in the parade. It was

also during the night massage that he told another

servant the story of how he got a special pair of

shoes as a child, from England, a gift from his

father. Also he would bring up the philosophy and the

inability of mudhas to take to it.

To us Prabhupada was a mystical ocean. His utterances

were not coming by our dictation. Yet we were also as

close as possible, right by his side, touching his

body, connected by speech, so he was tangibly with us.

And yet he was like a mystical ocean, and his purity

created an aloofness for those who were still impure.

One didn't even dare to think, "What is Prabhupada

thinking?'

In the dark room, during the evening massage, his

servant used to want to take rest. Now, he may

consider what a fool he was. If he had another chance,

would he be the same fool? No one likes to be the

servant; we want to be the master. But Prabhupada kept

us in check. He made us devotees.

>From the Nectar by HH Satsvarupa Dasa Goswami

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