You sound like my wife. Otherwise, this entry is because of her influence. Probably sheasked me to make it to be the part of the blog because it was written by her spiritual master, and it is mostly about children. Do not be dis appointed by its lenght. Maybe you will even regret it is too short. And not allowed to cry at the end!
“Life on the festival tour in Poland this summer was austere – the cramped living facilities, the long hours, and the hotter-than-normal weather – but our three hundred devotees kept their spirits up all the way through. Many said that it had been our best tour, as proved by the largest crowds ever.
But mostly it was the appreciation that the guests showed, saying it in many loving ways that set this year’s tour apart from all the others. It was never more obvious than at Rewal, our last festival.
As we had only one harinama to advertise the event, I gave the devotees a little pep talk before we started.
“It’s a beautiful day,” I told them, “and everyone is on the beach. At this moment not a soul in town knows we are having a program tonight. Over to the right you can see the setup crew starting to put up the tents on the field. There’s a German word, ‘blitzkrieg,’ that refers to an army invading a town with lightning speed. So we’re going to blitzkrieg Reval this morning and let everyone know about the festival tonight.”
The devotees cheered and quickly set about readying all the sankirtana equipment: the accordions, mrdangas, djembe drums, karatalas, flags, banners, and festoons. Within minutes, a hundred and sixty devotees descended onto the beach joyfully chanting and dancing.
As we wove our way through whatever little space was left on the beach, people grabbed invitations right out of our hands. After half an hour we stopped, and Tribhuvanesvara dasa gave a short talk to invite everyone to the festival. Afterwards people raised their hands and asked questions. People who had never seen us before stood dumbfounded by the keen interest others showed.
“Do you have a new theater this year?” asked a man.
“Is the Sankhya dance group from Mumbai performing again?” said another.
“Will there be a dance contest for the children to win a sari?” a woman called out.
The kirtana party continued down the beach, and I walked a little behind to be with some of the devotee children.
“Guru Maharaja,” a boy said, “we have a question. We want to ask if you ever cry.”
I stopped. “What?” I said.
“We want to know if sometimes you cry,” he said. “We always hear how devotees are supposed to cry for Krsna. You know, like the gopis cry for Krsna or how tears should come to our eyes when we chant Hare Krsna.”
I laughed. “I’m not on that level,” I said.
“So you never cry?” a girl said.
“Never,” I said.
As we continued down the beach, a middle-aged woman jumped up from her sunbathing and ran over to me. She wore a respectable swimsuit, and her jewelery and watch looked expensive.
“Excuse me, sir,” she said. “May I speak to you for a moment?”
“Sure,” I said, glancing at the children who gathered around us to hear what she had to say.
“I wanted to thank you for helping me so much,” she said. “I feel very much indebted to you.”
I tried to remember where I might have met her.
“I attended your lecture at the festival in Kolobrzeg the other night,” she continued. “My psychiatrist recommended that I go hear you. He had heard you speak earlier this summer and told me that listening to you would solve the problems I was having.”
I could feel my face blush.
“Oh, thank you,” I said.
“After listening to your talk,” she said, “I feel I can cope now with the problems I am dealing with in life. In particular you inspired me when you spoke so convincingly about the spiritual world. I truly believe now that it exists.”
She took my hands. “I just cannot thank you enough,” she said. “I’m so grateful.”
As she returned to her spot on the beach, I was overwhelmed by her appreciation, and I felt so grateful to my spiritual master that my eyes become moist and one or two tears rolled down my cheek.
I quickly brushed the tears aside and turned to continue following the kirtana party, but the children had seen me. “You do cry Guru Maharaja!” a boy shouted. “Just see! You’re crying! Look!”
That evening over five thousand people came to the festival. As they poured in and wandered through the tents, a young couple approached me panting for breath with their little daughter in tow.
“We made it!” the husband said. “We finally made it!”I chuckled.
“It’s only fifty meters from the beach to the festival,” I said.
“No,” said the husband. “Let me explain. Last year we came to your festival here. Our daughter was four years old, and she had the time of her life. Since then all she talks about is your festival. She talks about it constantly.”
“It’s true,” said his wife. “She talks about the Indian dancers, the puppet shows, the singing, the magic show, the food, and the saris, especially the saris. Each night before she goes to bed she insists on practicing her dancing so she can win a sari at the next festival.”
“That’s right,” said the husband, “And every morning when she wakes up, her first question is, ‘How many more days until the Festival of India?’”
The wife laughed. “So you can just imagine how relieved we are to finally be here,” she said.
As the stage show began I made my way around the festival site watching people enjoy themselves in the tents and at the outdoor attractions. I was soon joined again by the same group of devotee children. As we strolled around, a young girl ran up to us.
“Hare Krsna!” she said excitedly. “I’m Ania. I’m happy you’re all back.”
“Hare Krsna, Ania,” I said. “So you’ve been to our festival before?”
“Yes,” she said with a big smile. “The first time I came I was only two weeks old. I’m nine now, and I have come here every year since.”
“Huh?” I said. “You were two weeks old the first time you came to our festival?”
“Yes,” she said. “My house is just across the street. The first time you came here I had just been born. My mother saw your festival from the window and brought me along. I got my first gopi dots at that festival when I was a tiny baby.”
“And you even know the right name for the face painting,” I said.
Just then another girl came running up.”This is Dorota,” Ania said. “She’s my best friend, and she lives next door to me. She’s been coming to the festival since she was two.”
“And I win a sari every year,” Dorota said proudly. “I’ve won seven of them, but I gave four to my grandma because she likes to wear them around the house.”
“That’s interesting,” I said. “And what do you like best about our festival, Dorota? The dancing? The puppet show? The food?”
“No” she said. “The best part of the festival is your lecture at the end. That’s my favorite part. Grandma likes it too. She hardly ever goes outside now because she’s too old, but when it’s time for you to speak at the festival she has my mommy bring her. She said you’re her favorite priest in the whole world because you know how to make religion fun.”
I was about to continue my stroll when another girl ran up.
“This is Ewa, my other best friend,” said Ania. “She’s been coming to the festival since she was three years old.”
“I see you every day on Facebook,” said Ewa, shaking my hand.
“You do?” I said. “Your mother lets you go on Facebook? You’re so young.”
Ewa laughed. “Yes,” she said. “She lets me use Facebook because I only have one Facebook friend: that’s you. You gave me your garland when I was four, and it’s still hanging on the wall of my room. When I was six I broke my arm and you signed my cast, and that’s also hanging on my wall. I love my mommy, daddy, uncle and aunt, my grandpa, and even my music teacher, but you’re my favorite person in the whole world because you’ve shown me the most love, even though I only get to see you once a year.”
“Oh really,” I said, my voice quivering slightly and my face flushing.
The devotee children looked at each other.
“See?” a girl said smiling at another. “He’s going to cry again.”
I scratched my head and cleared my throat. “What do you like most about the festival, Ewa?” I said.
She thought for a moment. “Krsna,” she said.
“Amazing,” I said. “And you, Ania?”
“Radharani, Krsna’s girlfriend,” she replied.
I started to say, “How do you know about Radharani?” but I stopped.
“Why don’t we all walk over to the restaurant and have something to eat?” I said.
“Yeah!” Ania shouted. “Some burfi!”
“And samosas!” shouted Ewa.
After our little party at the restaurant I finished my tour of the festival grounds and went backstage to see how the performers were doing. I thought I could use a little nap, so I lay down. Forty-five minutes later a devotee was shaking me. “Haribol, Maharaja,” he said, “You’re on. Time for the lecture.”
I jumped up, threw some water on my face, and walked onto the stage just as the master of ceremonies, Tribhuvanesvara, was introducing me. The audience of five hundred looked at me in expectation.
Though I’d just woken up I had no difficulty speaking. I’d given the introductory lecture a thousand times before, but each time it felt as fresh as the first. It was the highlight of the evening for me: everything about the festival culminated in this opportunity to speak the sublime philosophy of Krsna consciousness to our guests.
After the talk, we had a rousing forty-five minute kirtana and gave away saris to the best dancers (Dorota won her eighth). The show ended, and as I walked slowly down the stairs I saw a woman waiting for me with a Bhagavad-gita in her hand.
The devotee children were waiting for me as well, and they surrounded me as the woman stepped forward to hand me her Bhagavad-gita.
“You said in your lecture if we bought a Bhagavad-gita you would sign it,” she said.
“Yes,” I said, “and I will.”
“And could you also write down your email address?” she said. “I have many questions I’d like to ask you.”
“Yes, of course,” I replied. “Everything I know I’ve learned from this book and my spiritual master.”
I started to sign the inside cover, then looked up. “May I ask what your profession is?” I said.
“I’m a judge in one of Poland’s high courts,” she said.
I slowly and carefully signed the book and wrote my email address.
The children were walking with me towards my van when a young couple stopped me and asked me to sign their newly purchased Bhagavad-gita.
“I have been waiting seventeen years to buy this book,” the man said.
“Seventeen years?” I said.
He chuckled. “Yes,” he said. “Your festival came to our town fifty kilometers from here in 1993. I was seven years old at the time. I was running around your event with the other kids, having a good time, but when you came onstage and spoke I remember how the whole atmosphere changed. Even all the kids stopped to listen.
“I didn’t understand a thing you said, but I remember that it was a special moment. I remember seeing so many people buying the book afterwards, and I thought someday I’d like to get one too.
“My future wife was at the festival as well, but we were just children and didn’t know each other. Years later, when we married, we were talking one day and discovered that we had both been at your festival and that we both remembered the special moment when you came on stage with that book. Just yesterday we heard your festival was being held here in Rewal, so we came to see it again and buy the book after all these years.”
I wrote a long dedication in their Bhagavad-gita.
“Amazing,” I thought. “Something wonderful happens at just about every step on this tour.”
But the wonderful things were not yet finished.
As the children were helping me into the van, a young man in his early twenties ran up. “Excuse me,” he said. “I know you’re busy and you must be tired, but I wanted to share something with you before you leave.”
“No problem,” I said and stepped out of the van. “My time is yours.”
“Last year I came to your festival with my younger sister,” he said. “She was sixteen. It was our first time at your event. My sister was especially attracted by the singing of Hare Krsna at end of the program. She memorized the song and would often sing it around the house.
“Six months ago we found out she had cancer. It was at a very advanced stage and nothing could be done. She had already started dwindling away. I was at my university when she called me one evening. She could no longer talk properly, what to speak of singing, so she asked if I could sing Hare Krsna to her each night as she fell asleep.
“Every evening I would call and sing the Hare Krsna song to her from six o’clock until nine. It went on like that for two months. One night she passed away as I was singing. I didn’t even know until I heard my mother on the other end of the phone saying that she had died. I cried for days. My sister was my best friend, and now my whole world has become gray.
“My sister loved that song, and it was the last thing she heard. I have a feeling deep in my heart that it took her to a very special place, a place far beyond this world of suffering and pain, a place where people are happy all the time like all of you are. Do you think it could be true?”
I tried to answer, but my voice choked up, so I nodded to assure the man it was true. I closed my tearful eyes and embraced him.
Then I remembered the children and waited for them to tease me again. But they did not say anything. When I opened my eyes I saw they were crying too.
Sri Prabodhananda Saraswati writes:
prema namadbhutarthah sravanapathagatah kasya namnam mahimnah
ko vetta kasya vrndavanavipina mahamadhurisu pravesah
ko va janati radham paramrasacamatkarmadhuryasimam
ekascaitanyacandrah paramkarunayah sarvvamaviscakara
“Had anyone even heard of something known as prema, as the ultimate goal of life? Did anyone know of the divine power of the holy names? Had anyone entered the sweet charming forest of Vrndavana? Did anyone know Sri Radha, the embodiment of the highest ecstasy? Only because of the unfathomable compassion of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu were these rarest gems discovered, found shimmering in the darkness of Kali Yuga, lit by the moonlight of His benevolence.”
[Caitanya-candramrta, verse 130]”

Ravana died this year, too. It’s sure, many people noticed how tough guy he is.The reason because we need to destroy him every year.Unfortunately, yes. He has 10 heads, and if we even manage to cut down one from them, just grows out another one. Actually, this is a year-round fight; and the small ceremony is a reminder for the battle is still going on for a lifetime. Yesterday we launched a successful attack led by Srila Sivarama Maharaja against two evil raksasas symbolized lust dwelleth in our hearts. There were taken some action photos about it.

"Ravana like a blazing comet sparkled across the sky with his heavenly chariot. His dark body luminated in bright light, twenty red eyes of his ten heads scanned the landscape passing beneath. His twenty terrible arms seemed like twenty terrible five-headed snake just sitting on the throne of precious stones as he drove his wind fast cart over the Himalayas only by his mind.

He was surrounded by armies from all sides: hundred and thousand of fierce raksasas accompanied him in the war of conquest. Wherever he looked, tiger, donkey and devil-headed demons followed him faithfully. Their huge black bodies were protected by iron breastplate decorated with gems, and the sun sparkled in the blood dripping sparkling sea of swords, spears, maces and iron rodes clutched in their hands. Red maned, pointed eared, furious snarling tusked, scary countenances looked back at Ravana, who was surrendered by soldiers wearing gold earrings and glittering jewels like the sun by the dark, lightning clouds ...

... Ravana had a mysterious charm, and now he took on a human form in an instant. He stepped closer to the girl, and to break her meditation, he spoke loudly:

- Who are you, beautiful girl? What intension brought You here to perform austerities in the deep into a lot of deserted forest? And who's the lucky man, who has you as his wife?

Ravana could not resist feminine beauty. As he looked the glamorous figure of the girl, he became overhelmed with more and more desire. He laughed, and waited for her answer. She opened her black eyes, and looked at Ravana. She considered him to be one of the visitors at her hermit hootch, and answered in the mode deserved to honor a guest.

- I’m Vedavatí  - she said with downcast eyes. – my father has powerful infinite wisdom, he is the son of teacher of demigods, Brihaspati. I was born on Earth as the incarnation of the Holy Vedas. Hundreds of demigods and celestial beings have already asked for me from my father but I will not be anyone else’s but Vishnu, the Lord of all worlds. Therefore, I sit here and absorbed in meditation, and always think of the Lord, I pray for his mercy.

Vedavati has been meditating for thousands of years, and just like demigods, the time had no effect on her body and she did not need any nourishment neighter. Throough her divine vision understood who Ravana was and she knew what was his motivation.

- Vishnu alone, I'm going to marry - she said demurely. – I chose the inexplicable, omniscient Lord and I will not be anyone else's.So leave now, stranger!

Ravana laughed. Just will not leave this expensive piece of jewelry? As he heard the name of his sworn enemy, Vishnu, he was even more determined.

- Oh, beautiful girl! - Said with a thunderous voice. - The vow to surrender is for old woman! Why do you waste your brilliant youth? I am Ravana, the lord of raksasas, the prince of cannibalistic monsters! Be my wife, live with me in the city of Lanka, the golden city, which I robed from demigods! Who is Vishnu to wait for?

Ravana started mocking Vishnu, whom he knew that he is the Lord of the demigods. Haughty demon had no respect to anybody in the niverse. He got the blessing of Lord Brahma, so he could not be killed by any living entity - neither demigod nor demon. Not in the least mention of the name Vishnu made him loose his confidence.He stood before Vedavati with a wide smile, his eyes were glowing with uncontrollable desire.Ravana heard mocking words Vedavati became erribly angry.- Depart from here, if you want good and do not want to involve yourself in the devastating  wrath of the Supreme Lord! But Ravana smiled. This is a hot girl and she will really fit to him! He stepped forward and grabbed Vedavati’s long hair locks but Vedavati instantly stopped him by a magical mantra. She raised her hand; she turned it to a knife through her mystical power and cut off her hair in an instant which was in the hands of Ravana. The raksasa stepped back with surprise. – Oh, shameless, sinful soul! – Vedavati shouted. – By your touch my body became contaminated   - so I’m going to leave now! But I will take birth again, to destroy you for your deed! I will appear from the womb of the earth as a daughter of a real pious person, and my birth will ruin your entire family with you together, you stubborn demon!

Vedavati closed her eyes, she thought of Lord  Vishnu deep in her heart. She summoned the fire from herself in front of Ravana and her body got inflamed in an instant. Ravana looked shocked by seeing the beautiful girl turning to ashes. Brooding on her mysterious words, disappointed he got on his chariot, and left."

Saturday we talked about Lord Krsna’s birthday. I looked for some details to get information in Krsna book about hazardous birth. And as we're already at the topic, Naru recently became a victim to get another birthday gift (but he eventually got free). My wife immediately gave the name for it Aghasura, which means: Snake demon. If you do not know Aghasura’s story, you can find that one also in the Krsna book.

... Or, if you are impatient, just watch the attached video ;-)

When my wife told the news about Gereb Agi was arrested, she asked me with a questioning face: "So where I'm going to give birth now?" "In prison." she replied incredulously. At that time I did not think what she said is true. Other day I talked about the confinement and the possible versions, but she herself didn’t seem excited. Then later on, after she digested it a bit she asked: “So now where I'm going to give birth?" I thought. Krsna was born in prison as well! And how! Although I wouldn’t say it was a home birth, but ultimately it was untroubled. And not safe! He was the eighth son of her mother, but the first six, who also were born in prison died. Probably not even the hospital Marcali could help them. Although the complications did not accured during childbirth, but none of them survived the next day. Of course, there are thoughts about, let us become adults; it's been a long time ago, it was just a fable. But what will they think of us five thousand years from now? That "some narrow-minded, confused people, they put an innocent woman in jail, who in addition has dedicated her life to the special attention for mothers, a safe, peaceful, stress-free and, most importantly, under loving circumstances can give birth to their little ones.”? I think they will not believe in it. They will just pat one: "Think a bit more! Normal people do not do such a thing Additionally, during the largest democracy? Ah, just a bad joke or tale.... ".

 

 

Before anybody would start feeling sorry for poor little Naru, I would put a note that he used to get gifts from us too, but this birthday period has another semantic content than usually used to be. For example, a few weeks ago. I surprised him with a bicyclist baby seat.  I do not think I could be able to give him more joy with anything else. Since he is happy even for visiting the district nurse. The true is, last time we did not had to go down the surgery because of him, but it did not bother him at least. The essence is the cycling. Oh, and no one should be misled by Naru’s enthusiasm shown in the second picture. While cycling, enjoying the travel experience, he goes in a deep meditation, and he is able to withdrawn his senses from the objects of senses, just like tutle pull its limb into the armor. And if someone greets him or asks him some simple thing, he just looks out from his head with his big brown eyes and reluctantly tries to in the present ;-)

 

We turned two. Although Vaishnava tradition is not the acceptance of gifts this time, but Naru’s aunt still managed to load him with her surprises. The true is, they arrived a few days before but the "happy birthday" a musical postcard I forgotten managed to carry in my bag thus the celebrated opened it exactly on his birthday. And not just Naru should get joy on this "big" day; I share with my dear readers, what a worldwide surprise we could have. Today was the first time that Naru asked for potty, and pee in :OOO. Isn’t it amazing !!!??? ;-)

Several people asked about the enchanting voice of mother Karnamrita, so ...

Unfortunately, I could only take part in the recent festivals for a few hours, so I usually take enjoyment from the evening lectures during my rehabilitating gymnastic class. I think the yesterday’s lecture might be of  interest to many, so I have put out a short preview of the film from the original 140 minutes under Home film. If you enjoyed it press "like" ;-)

In spring, I got a handful of a type of Jerusalem artichokes, which are very easy to peel. There is no question of yield as it doesn’t require care after planting. I think it would even grow if I dropped a piece on bare ground,. From a few cuttings of Jerusalem artichoke I managed to grow a huge jungle. Because of this however our tomato plantation, which was nearby, rotted. It is not visible on the photo, but I know, there is a cherry tree in the jungle of artichoke. Before I cleared the jungle I made a search through the net, just in case there were some vital plants, this also revealed the ragweed:

Nutritive values

The artichoke root compared to potatoes has 5-6 times higher fiber content which inhibits the absorption of carbohydrates and other fattening nutrients, increases the impact of filling, and obstructs constipation. It’s favorable biological characteristics are enhanced by the content of potassium, calcium, magnesium, phosphorus and zinc, minerals, beta-carotene, vitamins B1, vitamin B2, niacin, and vitamin C. There are vital amino acids in it: lysine, arginine, histidine, cystine, tryptophan, asparagines. Plant-specific material: choline, betaine, saponin, quercimeritrin. Its roots contain mainly inulin, and starch but only in small quantities.

Curative

The main active ingredient of Jerusalem artichoke is inulin, the plant fiber content, which enables the organism to achieve maximum self-care activity. According to our knowledge the richest source of inulin is the Jerusalem artichoke, mentioned in the Bible. Inulin is large water-soluble fiber, which remains intact in the gut, and thus attracts good bacteria for digestion. But inulin depending on the reproduction and diet is neutral to the harmful intestinal flora. The bad effects of  Clostridium perfringens and lots of other types of harmful bacteria are more likely to live on the breakdown products of refined sugar.

Childhood food  allergies In the case of food allergies in children it was discovered, almost without exception, that  Lactobacillus, Acidophilus and Bifidobacteria strains were decreased while the number of Enterobacteriaceae  families are increased. By restoring the intestinal flora, the food allergies can be eliminated by adding dispensed inulin to muesli and fruit juice.

Cardiovascular diseases An effective way of  achieving lower cholesterol and triglicerid effect is to mix 1-2 tbsp ground artichoke in 1 to 1.5 dl orange juice.

The impact on helping the effect of triglicerid formation may be associated with the blood acid material. Therefore by increasng triglicerid values has a favorable cardiovascular effect. Regular artichoke intake  reduces the blood uric acid, thus artichoke and it’s remedies are of paramount importance in prevention of resulting obesity from over eating, kidney stones, gout, hypertension and coronary heart disease.

Breast Cancer

The consumption of built in inulin in the diet is risk free and can easily be incorporated in to cancer therapy. The anticancer effect is based on the inhibition of beta-glucuronid Lactobacillus. The beta-glucuronid, an enzyme found in the stool inhibits the body's detoxification, so the estrogen is in a less active and less toxic form transformed to estriol. The toxic form of estrogen can increase the risk of breast cancer. Inulin eliminates the most toxic form of estrogen by normalizing the intestinal flora.

Diabetes and obesity Inulin as a carbohydrate energy source is of significant importance in the treatment of Diabetes because  long-term consumption doesn’t raise the

blood sugar level. There is no need for insulin for the metabolism of inulin and even reduces the dependence on insulin, and makes the blood sugar level adjustment easier. The Jerusalem artichoke consumption is also beneficial in the preventation of current obesity based epidemics, because of the inulin molecule length it does not absorb and in humans (due to a lack of inulin enzyme) doesn’t accumulate, the bacterium flora of the colon is able to process it somewhat. Thus, the inulin, in the human diet comes in only as a ballast material and consumes. In addition to potatoes and in place of them in the diet of people in general it can be useful, and in the obese and diabetic diet these patients can even consume more of it.

 

The title could have been the "Summer of aging men" as well. It is true, last week I only reached 42 (I mean my body, I am ageless:), thanks to the spine hernia my movements on the shore were very uncoordinated  like a real oldie! Therefore, I would like to take the opportunity to advise every young reader to lift (straight waist, appropriate weight, etc) very gently, because if the discs become damaged even once they will never be the same again, even if they repair to some degree. I caught it in good time, or so to say. Rather by Krsna's mercy we spent those days in joy and they flew by so fast as usual.So fast I only managed to take a few photos of the main events.

Naru has for the time being retired from public life. If it is true then he can dangle his feet in the cool Lake Balaton for a week. But afterwards he will be back in action. In the meantime enjoy the photos of yesterday's festival. This is the re-celebration of Wednesday's birthday with the addition of lots of guests. We managed to feed 470 devotees at noon with the “fruits” of our dawn-long efforts. There were 14 preparations, some of which began to be prepared on Saturday.

 

Unfortunately, for Naru, and his biggest disappointment, Mother’s milk is not expected to be in until next February. Oh how good was it to fall asleep sucking milk? So much better than falling asleep standing up!

 

This silver headed Trevor J. James Cantabile flute on the picture is for sale. I would be lying if I said that it was used only for the time necessary to film the video below. It was maybe used approximately twice as much as that, but that is not what we are selling. Because of lack of time I am not able to find this out, as the power will switch off in 15 minutes. Maybe some other time. The instrument is in excellent condition, the target is 130,000 Ft. If anyone feels a tug on the heart strings seeing Naru’s melancholy face in the background, we don’t mind, we can go up a bit more!!

Today the Sun rose for a very special celebration, but I’m not going to tell you too much and spoil it for the Radha Syama Chronicler. You can read about what happened later in the blog. However the little ones glorifying their Lordliness’s, I can’t keep a secret:-DDD

Everything possible was put into producing a successful tomato crop. The tunnel and the ground prepared as támrendszerrel ime palántákkal planted, irrigation system, and even skilled professionals employed in recent years, such fabulous memories of tomato growing. Despite everything we did not have much success in the plastic tunnel, but in the field they have grown pretty well this year. It means that there will be less tomato chutney to eat for the winter. But no worries! The plum crop was indescribably rich, so we can eat plum jam till Summer 2020. That’s the way it is in gardening. Man proposes but God performs! We will have something to eat, and if we are not stuck to our ideas too rigidly, then everything is OK. And incidentally while we are on the subject, I have in my possession a secret "tomato-plum chutney" recipe, which perhaps I’ll include in the blog in a whimsical moment.

... In Naru’s style. Warning!!! It is cute!

Of course, I know that Naru's best friend is Lord Krishna, but it is not very obvious for him. At the moment Karunasyama is his favourite. Unfortunately for him sooner or later he will learn the truth (hopefully!). I read disturbing news in my Horoscope, which is really not surprising and needs to be accepted. "You will be disappointed with friends!" This place is just like that. I mean the material world. "The sakhayam (" friend ') is very important in this verse, as God is always there, next to the living entities. The Supreme Lord is suhridam ("The eternal well-wisher”). The Supreme Lord is always benevolent, like a father or a mother. Their son, despite all his violations, the father and mother will remain there for the good forever. We also carried out insults, and are challenging the desire of Supreme Personality of Godhead, but nevertheless if we simply surrender to Him, the Lord saves us from all difficulties, which are caused by the material of nature. This is confirmed in the Bhagavad-Gita (mam eva ye prapadyante mam etam taranti te). Unfortunately, due we having chosen our company badly, and having a strong attachment to sense gratification, we cannot remember our best friend, the Supreme personality of Godhead. "

This is a bad machine-made dark photo, but as it's has been corrected by Photoshop... I like it ;-)