For six days Prabhupada thrilled us, building a palpable connection to our own ancient history. His voice rose from deep silence on that hilltop, above the chirping of crickets and the lowing of cows somewhere in the dusk, and transported us back into time immemorial when the Absolute Truth was revealed to submissive ears…His mobile eyebrows bushy and strangely black. “Krish” like he’s crushing a succulent fruit—“na!” like a thunderclap over the hills, “Krish-na!” like an avalanche in a far ravine.

December 7, 2021

For six days Prabhupada thrilled us, building a palpable connection to our own ancient history. His voice rose from deep silence on that hilltop, above the […]
December 7, 2021

Once in a while I peek over to see the wedge-shaped top of his head, large in back and tapering forward like the prow of this […]
December 7, 2021

I set up my typewriter and took a deep breath, pondering Prabhupada’s anger. At one point that afternoon in the temple, when I’d timidly asked if […]
December 7, 2021

Srila Prabhupada has been in Britain nearly five weeks this summer. He loves the English high manners, the intelligence and open-hearted sincerity of these young boys […]