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[Kalisurfer]

I can mail my memories to you Darwin..

There are long drawers in the wall, like the kind you see in the morgue on a TV show. All the devotees who don't come anymore but when they were here they kind of took over and commanded are kept stored away. They are wrapped in gauze like a mummy. Gently with great attention to detail. Each finger done separately. But when we are done they cannot move, their arms folded in front of them. Some of them we put the microphone in their mummy hands. And shut the drawer. So that the entire wall on stage right of the Temple room is those drawers like the wall of a morgue. I suppose we have taken over the apartment next door. Our Temple president is kept in a small bamboo cage. There is only room to squat. He is given a microphone and he is happy because the cage has handles and he is carried around like Prabhupada. He is usually kept in a corner somewhere. There is no sexuality in this fantasy as I lay in bed and its kind of grim actually. (the shelved mummy part that I just started doing last night I mean, not the fabulous when it began but now worn out caged TP fantasy element.) I mean I think of you and how I must appear. How I still go to the Temple and obsess over the Satsvarupa stuff and keep it all alive and fresh. How I have this undertone of mocking you for your having turned your back on it and that part of your life while I go on claiming further weirdness and being there and enjoying without remorse. How you never call me on it when in a way I am like the crazy person on the news who was found to be living with the corpse of their relative for many years. And please please do not throw away any historical artifacts. We have to keep those. Maybe I should take them. But maybe some day you might want to go over them and explain all of them on video. That way they would be like ten times more valuable historically. I still feel bad for not having restored the Istagosthi.org archives yet. There are technical difficulties but it is doable. And I have maybe 20 hours of Bhaktipada lectures and talks recorded on tape. Some of them are not made for public consumption I think but for his hard core followers. There is probably good stuff on them. I need to put that on the internet. And I of course have the original Boston Back Bay Temple alter curtains.

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Bravo for this foray into your mind, yes indeed, I conjecture and say without a doubt, this is where the action is, where neurons hit the history right on the nose and paint the canvases in the only way they can, truth to power ... with all glories, with all glories, all glories to the assembled disassembled devotees.

The dream is good, the dream is real, I too have been stored for years inside the stainless steel morgue like drawers you see to the side of the temple room floor. The gauze on the fingers have yellowed and is slightly askew, for the worms and flies have had their say on the matter, yet I have no microphone that you speak of, but feel free to put one there the next time you visit, for my crstallized remains have something to say.

I really like the mental image of the temple president inside the bamboo cage being carried around on like a palanquin for all to see and hear, this the dawning of the 22nd century postmodern spiritual zoo, just don't feed the humans please, nor the bedbugs or the rats for that matter either.

Someone needs to be the keeper of the SDG flame Darwin, so why not you, you live near the hub of his early story, please look into getting re-enactors to replay his pastimes at the first Boston storefront temple on Glendale Avenue, maybe get a story about it in the Harvard Crimson, create a video of it and write a poem echoing the praises and hisses that will appear in the YouTube comments area ... or is all that just my dream, hey, did you know that you can make Sats your friend on Facebook?

As for posterity and carrying all that old SDG luggage from yore, nothing so far has been thrown away, for I am a hoarder of my personal ISKCON experiences, yes, sadomasochism runs in the family, especially considering spiritual matters, its either that or an early death, so I keep on breathing while I fondle the white cotton gloves he wore while chanting, the ones where he wore away the finger tips and you can still see the dark brown stains of blood from peeling away the skin while rubbing those large worn red beads from 1966 ... way too hard. Some say there is much transcendental DNA on those gloves, but we will have to let history determine that statement, or maybe let another dream let us know, so let me know when the wet one hits young man?

I shall save it all for the SDG museum that you can curate in your old age, the one with all his paintings, sculptures, ribbonless IBM Selectrics and reams of unused yellow legal note pads, right next to the ashes of his burnt banned books that can now be bought by electronic Print on Demand, for it was always about the demands wasn't it, chant 16 rounds, eat no meat, fish or eggs, no gambling, but most of all ... no illicit sex ... unless her hair smells so good and skin looks so soft while her lips are moist and taste like wine ... so sat-illicit-ananda ... oh you know what I mean Darwin, it will all be in the library, next to the apartments, next to the stainless steel morgue like drawers ... where we shall be sleeping ... watching ... and listening.

[Kalisurfer]

"but the free writing really sails along when you have a fast typewriter like the Selectric II."

Strange how much Satsvarupa needs a IBM Selectric II typewriter to free write ... almost as much as the GBC needed restrictions put on him to not write freely at all.

[ePiTau]

the heavy piece of machinery probably helps him keep focus
honest, manual labor - he not just flimsy flippant writer dude, he serious, spiritual,
there is this deeper dimension to the doings of the saints

[prajyumna]

I can mail my memories to you Darwin..

There are long drawers in the wall, like the kind you see in the morgue on a TV show. All the devotees who don't come anymore but when they were here they kind of took over and commanded are kept stored away. They are wrapped in gauze like a mummy. Gently with great attention to detail. Each finger done separately. But when we are done they cannot move, their arms folded in front of them. Some of them we put the microphone in their mummy hands. And shut the drawer. So that the entire wall on stage right of the Temple room is those drawers like the wall of a morgue.....

Bravo for this foray into your mind, yes indeed, I conjecture and say without a doubt, this is where the action is, where neurons hit the history right on the nose and paint the canvases in the only way they can, truth to power ... with all glories, with all glories, all glories to the assembled disassembled devotees.

The dream is good, the dream is real, I too have been stored for years inside the stainless steel morgue like drawers you see to the side of the temple room floor. The gauze on the fingers have yellowed and is slightly askew, for the worms and flies have had their say on the matter, yet I have no microphone that you speak of, but feel free to put one there the next time you visit, for my crstallized remains have something to say.

I shall save it all for the SDG museum that you can curate in your old age, the one with all his paintings, sculptures, ribbonless IBM Selectrics and reams of unused yellow legal note pads, right next to the ashes of his burnt banned books that can now be bought by electronic Print on Demand, for it was always about the demands wasn't it, chant 16 rounds, eat no meat, fish or eggs, no gambling, but most of all ... no illicit sex ... unless her hair smells so good and skin looks so soft while her lips are moist and taste like wine ... so sat-illicit-ananda ... oh you know what I mean Darwin, it will all be in the library, next to the apartments, next to the stainless steel morgue like drawers ... where we shall be sleeping ... watching ... and listening.

Hah ha ha ha.... I am totally tripping out on the poetic stream of consciousness writing that I read in Gaudia Repurcussions. In many ways, ISKCON takes it's culture way to seriously. So I love the writing here that crisscrosses between spirituality and sexuality and everything in between. I love the honesty of a lot of the writings. I love not have to compartmentalize my thoughts between "devotee-speak" and "karmi-speak." I love how GR welcomes the whole person to come express themselves!
Keep on writing and expressing yourselves, guys!

[zanardi]

the heavy piece of machinery probably helps him keep focus
honest, manual labor - he not just flimsy flippant writer dude, he serious, spiritual,
there is this deeper dimension to the doings of the saints

Guru is heavy and so is his machinery! Them words weigh a lot. Those mundane rascals write their lightweight nonsense with demonic laptops and what not, just hear.

[ePiTau]

the heavy piece of machinery probably helps him keep focus
honest, manual labor - he not just flimsy flippant writer dude, he serious, spiritual,
there is this deeper dimension to the doings of the saints

Guru is heavy and so is his machinery! Them words weigh a lot. Those mundane rascals write their lightweight nonsense with demonic laptops and what not, just hear.

Not just laptops. Now they have (aside: what is that called, touch mad?) yes, iPad. Now they touch only. With finger. We have seen. They do. Even on the street. They write. One person has written entire book on mobile phone! They have become so nonsense. This is going on. They do not control senses. Just touch, touch everything. Where will this end? Impure touch results in demonic writing.

[Dhyana]

But for Krishna's service, we can engage everything. Especially the iPad 2. We boldly go where no one has preached before.

[darwin]

Hah ha ha ha.... I am totally tripping out on the poetic stream of consciousness writing..

View at Youtube

[Tapati]

Kali, thank you for your insights - I figured you would have something to offer, having been associated with him for so long. I was secretly hoping I hadn't offended you or anything.

I understand that his position has been dramatically decreased, but by "adulation the world over" I meant that there are plenty of people who still consider themselves his disciples, and him their guru, and this entails a relationship of worship, guidance... The fundamental nature of ISKCON guru-disciple relationships necessitates that at some point, every day, at numerous points on the globe, he is being worshiped. And this troubles me, knowing that one man can write about his falldown and be regarded as a leader figure for others, while another man - who never even committed the "falldown" in the first place - was told to commit suicide. And did so, filled with undeserved shame.

I don't think SDG should kill himself, but I think he should honor that tragic history by renouncing his position and shutting up.

Vishnujana wasn't told to commit suicide. He asked a theoretical question and was told a story of how that was handled previously. There's NO WAY that if he had said, "I did x, what should I do" the answer would have been "You should go drown yourself immediately."

[Tapati]

I can mail my memories to you Darwin..

There are long drawers in the wall, like the kind you see in the morgue on a TV show. All the devotees who don't come anymore but when they were here they kind of took over and commanded are kept stored away. They are wrapped in gauze like a mummy. Gently with great attention to detail. Each finger done separately. But when we are done they cannot move, their arms folded in front of them. Some of them we put the microphone in their mummy hands. And shut the drawer. So that the entire wall on stage right of the Temple room is those drawers like the wall of a morgue. I suppose we have taken over the apartment next door. Our Temple president is kept in a small bamboo cage. There is only room to squat. He is given a microphone and he is happy because the cage has handles and he is carried around like Prabhupada. He is usually kept in a corner somewhere. There is no sexuality in this fantasy as I lay in bed and its kind of grim actually. (the shelved mummy part that I just started doing last night I mean, not the fabulous when it began but now worn out caged TP fantasy element.) I mean I think of you and how I must appear. How I still go to the Temple and obsess over the Satsvarupa stuff and keep it all alive and fresh. How I have this undertone of mocking you for your having turned your back on it and that part of your life while I go on claiming further weirdness and being there and enjoying without remorse. How you never call me on it when in a way I am like the crazy person on the news who was found to be living with the corpse of their relative for many years. And please please do not throw away any historical artifacts. We have to keep those. Maybe I should take them. But maybe some day you might want to go over them and explain all of them on video. That way they would be like ten times more valuable historically. I still feel bad for not having restored the Istagosthi.org archives yet. There are technical difficulties but it is doable. And I have maybe 20 hours of Bhaktipada lectures and talks recorded on tape. Some of them are not made for public consumption I think but for his hard core followers. There is probably good stuff on them. I need to put that on the internet. And I of course have the original Boston Back Bay Temple alter curtains.

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I thought you said you didn't keep a back up of the forum?

There was other information in the forum that I really regretted not backing up, news of devotees I had known and so on. In fact Bhakta Jim and I were exchanging stories and I couldn't quite remember all of the details in a couple of cases. It sure would be nice to be able to recover that information.

[darwin]

 satsvarupa_guru_puja_kirtan_nov_2008_trim2.mp3 ( 1.97MB ) Number of downloads: 28

[darwin]

From Satvarupa's Poem for January 18 2012:

Narayana said our after-lunch
songs were getting repetitious so he
brought up lyrics on his computer
and I led them, tapping my
belly. We sang the “Battle Hymn
of the Republic,” written in 1862,
and tunes like “All of Me” and
“A Foggy Day” from the Frank
Sinatra songbook. Rama Raya
walked away in disinterest.. (I love it. I wish I was there to see it.)

View at Youtube

and Baladeva
slept in his chair.
But Narayana,
Uddhava and I enjoyed ourselves
for twenty minutes until Narayana
warned me that I had had a
migraine in the morning.
We will probably
do it again today.

[Kalisurfer]

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the SDG/Sinatra Connection
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"But I know what Frank Sinatra meant when he sang, "Love isn't what it seems, mostly other peoples' dreams." "
SDG - 'Under Dark Stars'
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"I say all this stuff, however, to emphasize that at present I am a funny Valentine. I cannot walk. But this song by Frank Sinatra is sung very beautifully by him, full of love. He says, "Don't change a hair for me, stay, little Valentine, stay." Although she is less than perfect, he does not want her to leave. He says, "Each day is Valentine's Day." He loves her somehow, despite all her imperfections. The lyrics may sound odd, but then you hear the quality of his romantic voice, it's a man who really does love a woman as she is."

SDG - 'Sanatorium'

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[Prisni]

We sang the “Battle Hymn
of the Republic,” written in 1862,
and tunes like “All of Me” and
“A Foggy Day” from the Frank
Sinatra songbook.

Did they sing the hare krishna mantra to those melodies?

[kalki]

From Satvarupa's Poem for January 18 2012:

We sang the "Battle Hymn
of the Republic," written in 1862,

I didn't realize that Satsvarupa Maharaj was such a big fan of Manowar. I guess I have something in common with him after all...

View at Youtube

[darwin]

News from Satsvarupa, March 5, 2012:



Yesterday a dog followed us on our morning
walk and tried to enter our house.
When Rama Raya went on his five mile
walk, the same dog followed him all
the way. A lady in a red car
stopped and inquired about the dog,
and Rama said it wasn’t his. She
was a keeper of stray animals and asked
Rama Raya to put the dog in the trunk
of her car. Thus he assisted in
finding a home for a friendly
stray dog.

http://sdgonline.org/viraha/satsvarupa_gos...oem-for-march-5

[Gomer]

Gawd! I almost fainted upon seeing a new post.

He put the dog in the trunk? Isn't that abuse?

[darwin]

Thanks for being here and posting, Gomer. Here is the movie version for you. Music by Rama Raya, the devotee who helped the dog.

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Remember what it was like to be a young devotee?

[Gomer]

Remember what it was like to be a young devotee?

I remember falling asleep in front of Prabhupada. The temple commander kindly asked me to take a nap before the next lecture.

[kalki]

He put the dog in the trunk? Isn't that abuse?

I don't think it is. Animal care takers use trunks all the time to carry dogs around. They have enough oxygen in there so it works out. Dogs don't freak out closterphobically as far as i know.

But a dog vet is the one who would know for sure I guess.