Volume 5, Chapter 8

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Indradyumna Swami

02-Oct-03

IDS Diary (of a Traveling Preacher)

Volume 5, Chapter 8

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Diary of a Traveling Preacher

 

Volume 5, Chapter 8

 

August 17 - September 1, 2003

 

"A Sweet Raincloud"

 

 

It took 50 devotees three full days to break down our festival at Woodstock.

By the time we left, not a soul could be seen on the huge field. As we drove

away, I thought back on the success of our festival. Most of the 500,000

people who had come to Woodstock had passed through our site at some point

and experienced the blissful world of Krsna consciousness.

 

We rounded the last turn onto the main road, and I looked back. I felt empty

inside. I would have to wait a full year to experience such a great yajna

again.

 

saiveyam bhuvi dhanya gauda nagari velapi saivam budheh

sa `yam sri-purusottamo madhupates tany eva namani tu

no kutrapi niriksyate hari hari premotsavas tadrso

ha caitanya krpa-nidhana tava kim viksye punar vaibhavam

 

"The fortunate town of Navadvipa remains on the earth. The seashore remains.

The city of Jagannatha Puri remains. The holy names of Lord Krsna remain.

Alas! Alas! I do not see anywhere the same kind of festival of pure love for

Lord Hari. O Lord Caitanya, O ocean of mercy, will I ever see Your

transcendental glory again?"

 

[srila Probodhananda Saraswati- Sri Caitanya candramrta, Chapter 12, verse

140]

 

As we headed north, my attention turned to the final two weeks of our summer

festivals along the Baltic Sea coast. If anything could come close to the

taste of preaching at Woodstock, it would be the 12 festivals that lay

ahead. Well-to-do families take their vacations along the coast, providing a

golden opportunity for reaching the higher echelons of Polish society.

 

After we arrived at our base near the sea, the devotees took a much-deserved

three-day break while I waited impatiently for the festivals to begin. One

day, several devotees returned from a swim at the beach near Pobierowo.

 

"Srila Gurudeva!" they said excitedly, all talking at once.

 

"As soon as we walked onto the beach, people began crowding around us."

 

"They were asking us when the festival in Pobierwo would be.

 

"They want to know if there will be a new theater this year."

 

"How many Indian dancers will be performing?"

 

I couldn't help picking up their enthusiasm. "What did you tell them?" I

asked.

 

"We told them the Pobierowo festival would be in two weeks."

 

"It would be the final one."

 

"One family said they would extend their vacation an extra week just to

come."

 

Four days later, we started Harinam on the beaches of Ustronie Morskie,

where we would hold the first festival. All of Europe was in the midst of a

sweltering heat wave, caused by monsoon weather in the sub-Saharan desert of

northern Africa. The beach at Ustronie Morski was so crowded that with our

kirtan party of 80 devotees, we could hardly make our way onto the sand.

 

I was happy to be back on sankirtan, and I felt like a thirsty man who had

finally found water. I wanted to have an exchange with the people, so I told

a devotee to ask the first couple we met if they would come to our festival.

 

"Of course we will come," the man said. "We've been waiting for you."

 

His wife smiled. "We plan our vacation each year around your festivals," she

said. "Summer wouldn't be the same without you."

 

Three days later, a crowd of thousands came to the festival. It was easy to

see the difference between those who had come before and those who were

coming for the first time. The newcomers were a little reserved at first,

but the veterans came to the festival with an enthusiasm much like what I

had felt doing sankirtan on the beach again. They headed right for their

favorite spots- the restaurant, the gift shop, the book tent, a front row

seat on the benches in front of the stage. I saw their eagerness as an

initial but real stage of Krsna consciousness.

 

tamasi ravir ivodyan majjatam aplavanam

plava iva tanitanam svadu varneva meghah

nidhir iva nidhananam tivra duhkhamayanam

bhisag iva kusalan no datum ayati saurih

 

"Lord Krsna, who is like a sun rising in the darkness, like a boat to the

drowning, like a sweet rain cloud to those dying of thirst, like fabulous

wealth to the poverty-stricken, and like an infallible physician to those

afflicted with the most painful disease, has come to grant auspiciousness to

us." [srila Rupa Goswami, Padyavali, verse 51]

 

I started walking around and wandered into the book tent. Our tour Deities,

Sri Sri Gandarvika Giridhari, stood there on a beautiful carved wooden

altar, placed between tables displaying Srila Prabhupada's books. The

Deities are over 200 years old, and with Their beautiful clothes and

ornaments, They captured the attention of anyone who walked into the tent. I

was surprised to see a family down on their knees in front of the Deities,

crossing their hearts, as Catholics do in church. After saying a few

prayers, they stood up and walked out.

 

I turned to Madhuvati dasi, the pujari. "That was unusual," I said.

 

"Not at all, Srila Gurudeva," she replied. "People often kneel down before

the Deities and pray when they come into the tent. I've seen guests stand

there reverentially for fifteen or twenty minutes. I've even seen people

speak to Them."

 

The pleasant weather kept up over the next two weeks, and for once I didn't

worry about rain and wind, the natural enemies of our festival tours. We had

record crowds in each and every town.

 

One evening, as I was speaking from the stage in Mrzezyno, a man dressed in

shorts and a tee-shirt caught my eye. He was standing in the crowd,

listening attentively, nodding in agreement as I explained Krsna

consciousness. Suddenly I recognized him. He was one of the security guards

we had hired during the spring tour. After my talk, he came to thank me and

said that he had just come to the coast.

 

"When I first started working with you last spring," he said, "I had almost

no interest in spiritual life. I just did my job, looking out for

troublemakers, but while I was there, I was hearing you sing, listening to

your lectures, and watching how you people act. Something changed inside me.

 

"When I went home after your spring tour, I couldn't stop thinking about all

of you. As soon as my summer vacation came, I drove up here with my wife and

kids. We plan to attend every festival."

 

"Every festival?" I asked.

 

"It may sound strange," he said, "but I never get tired of these festivals.

There's something magical about them."

 

Lord Caitanya was quickly soothing my feelings of separation from preaching

at Woodstock, and at the year's last festival, in Pobierowo, He satisfied my

heart.

 

The devotees had mixed feelings on that day. We all knew it was the last

festival of the year, but we had little time to lament. We were busy with

the biggest crowd of the year.

 

We had chanted on the beach that morning, but around noon it began raining,

bringing an end to the longest period of good weather on the coast in living

memory. Everyone on the beach had to find shelter, but even though the skies

cleared in the late afternoon, no one went back there. They all came to the

Festival of India.

 

Every tourist in town must have come. I was sure of that because like on the

beach, it was difficult to walk through the festival grounds. People were

everywhere - the restaurant, the shops, the booths, crowded in front of the

stage. Of particular interest was our towering Ratha Yatra cart, which we

had put near the stage. Towards evening we put a light inside the canopy,

making the cart look like a gigantic lantern. It was a real crowd-pleaser.

People lined up to take photos in front of it.

 

At one point, I noticed a man standing in front of the cart, looking at it,

shaking his head as if in disbelief. I was wondering what he might be

thinking, so I went up to him with Rama Acutya das. "Is there some problem,

sir?" I asked.

 

He kept his eyes fixed on the huge cart. "I can't believe it," he said.

"It's the real thing. It's a Ratha Yatra cart."

 

I was surprised that he even knew the right name. "How do you know what a

Ratha Yatra cart is?" I asked.

 

He turned to me for a brief moment, then looked at the cart again. "Nine

years ago I worked in a coal mine in the south," he said. "It was a dismal

job, and dangerous too. One time, some of my colleagues were killed when a

mineshaft caved in. I didn't go back into that black hole again. I quit my

job and stayed home, praying to God to deliver me from this horrible world.

 

"One day I decided to go to the town library and look for books about

spiritual life. As I searched through the shelves, I found the Caitanya

caritamrta, translated by Bhaktivedanta Swami. There were eight volumes. I

glanced through the first one, but I couldn't understand a thing. I decided

to check it out anyway and take it home. When I went to the desk, the

librarian smiled. She said the book had been there for years and I was the

first person to take it out.

 

"I was desperate for spiritual knowledge, and I read the book over and over.

Gradually, I began to understand it. Two weeks later, I went back for the

second volume, and the week after, for the third. I didn't do anything but

read day and night. After several months I had read all eight volumes at

least twice.

 

"I learned a lot. I was amazed by Caitanya, an incarnation of God. And there

was the explanation of the five ways to love God. I had never imagined that

spiritual life could be so profound, so deep.

 

"My favorite part was the Ratha Yatra festival where Caitanya sang and

danced with His people. I lamented that I had been born too late to take

part in those historic times.

 

"Sometimes Swami mentioned a movement that was spreading all over the world,

a movement whose followers sang Hare Krishna, like Caitanya. I wrote to the

addresses in the books, but never received a reply. I prayed to God to help

me find the movement, but to no avail.

 

"Then this morning, as I lay on the beach after a swim, I suddenly heard

people singing Hare Krishna. I sat up with a start. I couldn't believe my

eyes. There must have been a hundred people, many with drums and cymbals. It

was as if the books I'd read about Caitanya were coming to life.

 

"But one thing confused me: there was no Ratha Yatra cart. For this to be

real, there had to be a Ratha Yatra cart. At first I thought you people were

doing a theatrical performance, but then I thought, 'Maybe this is the

movement that Swami wrote about. Is God finally answering my prayers?'

 

"I took an invitation, and when it started to rain I went back to my hotel.

I was waiting anxiously for the festival to begin. When the time came, I

walked quickly from my hotel. When I came near the festival site and heard

the singing, I started to run, and I soon found myself at the entrance. But

there was such a crowd! I couldn't see anything. I pushed my way through the

people and made it onto the field.

 

"I was stunned by it all: the colorful tents, the big stage, the singing.

But was it real? Was it Caitanya's movement? Then suddenly, to my amazement,

I saw the Ratha Yatra cart. I walked over here and touched it. The Lord has

answered my prayers. I have found Caitanya's movement."

 

Several devotees had gathered to listen, and when he finished we were all

speechless. I was overwhelmed by his story and the mercy of Lord Caitanya.

 

He was still looking at the cart. "Excuse me if I seem a little emotional,"

he said. "I hope you understand."

 

"I do understand," I said.

 

He turned to me with tears in his eyes. "What do I do now?" he said slowly.

 

I took his hand. "You weren't born too late," I said. "You've come at the

perfect time. You can help us spread this movement. The saints say that Lord

Caitanya is present wherever His devotees are serving Him."

 

ratharudhasyarad adhipadavi nilacala pater

adabhra premormi sphurita natanollasa vivasah

sa harsam gayadbhih parivrta tanur vaisnava janaih

sa caitanya kim me punar api drsor yasyati padam

 

"Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu danced down the main road in great ecstasy before

Lord Jagannatha, the master of Nilacala, who was sitting on His car.

Overwhelmed by the transcendental bliss of dancing, and surrounded by the

Vaisnavas who sang the holy names, He manifested waves of ecstatic love of

Godhead. Will He again become visible before the path of my eyes?"

 

[srila Rupa Goswami, Stava mala, Prathana Sri Caintanyastaka, Verse 7]

 

 

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