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1008 Ways to Remember Srila Prabhupada
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| When Swamiji left for India, it was just like the sun and moon had hidden behind the clouds. We immediately felt the separation and then began praying to Krsna for his healthy return to America. During his six-month stay in Vrindavana, Gaurasundara and I moved to Montreal. There we lived in the Montreal temple that was a renovated bowling alley across from Mount Royal. There we continued our illustration work for Back To Godhead as well as the Prahlada picture book we had begun in New York under Srila Prabhupada's guidance. Our life was a peaceful one: daily kirtans and class, working in our small partitioned art studio in the temple. While we worked, Sivananda, a brahmacari would read to us from Srimad Bhagavatam and sometimes also Caitanya Caritamrta. Gaurasundara had obtained a translation of Caitanya Caritamrta in New York and we relished the stories of Lord Caitanya. We also gained insight into the divine position of the spiritual master and the proper etiquette that should be given to him. Mahapurusa was our temple cook and I watched him daily cook different preparations, taking notes on how each one was done as I hope to some day cook for Srila Prabhupada. Day and night my contemplation was "how will I again be with Swamiji and serve him".
| | (start of new tape; text missing)…. to Lord Jagannath one-pointedly that my only desire was to again experience the sweetness of living in that divine Goloka-realm of Swamiji's household, serving him in any menial way possible. My heart was set on this desire. I even wrote to him in Vrindavana, expressing how much I missed him and how much I wanted his divine association once again. With my youthful innocence I expressed my heartfelt wish to be engaged in his service. The reply letter that I received from him was short but complete. This was my first letter from Srila Prabhupada. At the end of it he stated simply: "I know your mind". He let me know early on that he knew my every thought and movement even though he was far away as India or as near as the next room. Thank you, Srila Prabhupada for allowing me a glimpse of your omniscience and your divinity when I was but a new devotee. Thank you for hearing the prayers of my heart and allowing me to serve you all but imperfectly and for allowing me residence in your Goloka household. This was the greatest gift of my life. No amount of wealth or fame or followers can begin to compare with the sweetness of your divine association.
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