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In my youth,<\/em> I had a strong attraction for Krsna consciousness and the life in the temple at Henry Street in Brooklyn. I made the decision to enter that life, but couldn\u2019t maintain it for very long. After that, I spent many years away from it, but it was never far from my thoughts.\n<\/em>\n\n \n\n\u201c . . . Prabhupada nodded yes. Then Subhananda asked Prabhupada for his blessings so he could write the book.\n\u2018In some of your purports,\u2019 said Subhananda, \u2018you explain that one cannot write transcendental literature unless he is empowered by his spiritual master.\u2019\nPrabhupada waved his arm and said, \u2018You\u2019re empowered.\u2019\u201d\n<\/em>\n---From Satsvarupa dasa Gosvami, Prabhupada Nectar<\/em> page 289 \n\nVaikuntha \u2013  it means \u201cwithout anxiety\u201d.\nBut for now, down here, we have to live with it.\nIt\u2019s dirty gasoline, but flammable.\nThe smell persists on our irritated blistered skin.\n\nNineteen years old and I read how the gopis <\/em>left family and home behind.\nI couldn\u2019t make it.\n\nA frantic angry panicked mother.\n\nI turned away, ran away, pushed it away as far as I could.\nThat was time served in Hell.\nPneumonia, gastric distress, ghastly thin, \n  looking for another path or \n  simply to forget. \n\nHis lovers who were restrained, kept away,\n  how was it for them?\nSome of the gopis were factually detained from going to Krsna by their husbands and were locked up by force within their rooms. Being unable to go to K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a, they began to meditate upon His transcendental form by closing their eyes\u2026 The gop\u012bs who could not personally go to K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a began to meditate on Him as perfect yog\u012bs. <\/em> Srila Prabhupada, Krsna Book, Chapter 29\n\nWho can even imagine their perfect love?\nNo forgetting for them.\nWe hope to find a shadow of their constant longing.\nFor me, the memory of Him was instead a dried seed that took fifty years to open.\n\n Vaikuntha realm of beautiful shining bodies,\n     no terror, no restraint, no regret.\n Anxiety is a thin soil, but maybe nourishing enough for a lone wild vine.\n\nAbove or within that realm of gods,\n    that land of the unafraid,\n   there is a perfect location of faith\n   where our stumbling fears in this world are rescued and completed.\n\nDay and night Lord Caitanya Mah\u0101prabhu felt separation from K\u1e5b\u1e63\u1e47a. Manifesting symptoms of this separation, He cried and talked very inconsistently, like a madman.\nCaitanya Caritamrta, Adi-Lila 13.40, Srila Prabhupada purport\n<\/em><\/pre>\n\n\n\n
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