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Ninety miles southeast of New Delhi, India, is a railway station known as Mathura. From Mathura, a bumpy seven-mile ride by horse-cart brings one to a unique town called Vrindavan. This simple village is unlike all other places in the world, for when Lord Krishna, the Supreme Godhead, comes to earth with His associates to display His pastimes, He comes only to Vrindavan. Indeed, Krishna never leaves Vrindavan–and, by His grace, pure devotees can appreciate

Are you coming? It’s a magical and mystical land…Traditionally the place of saints and sages…Even today you’ll meet yogis and ascetics there…Every year, thousands go there to inspire their hearts…It’s a ‘tirtha’ – a bridge which connects you to the transcendent reality…It’s known as the playground of God… Are you coming? This year we’re taking everyone on a virtual walk-through of the mystical Vrindavana. Entering a sacred space in a sacred month to discover what we are all

Diary entry dated 10th November 2019: This morning’s class at the Manor covered a series of verses from Śrī Caitanya-caritāmṛta. In one of those verses, Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu says, “Where is Śrī Kṛṣṇa, whose form is curved in three places? Where is the sweet song of His flute, and where is the bank of the Yamunā? Where is the rāsa dance? Where is that dancing, singing and laughing? Where is My Lord, Madana-mohana, the enchanter of Cupid?”

Some faraway dike in my consciousness had cracked, and a new openness to alternative notions was starting to trickle through." Chapter Five: Immersion Two days and two nights on a dirty train and a bumpy, cramped ride on an antediluvian bus brought John and me to Vrindavan. It was past midnight, July 17, 1971. I was twenty-one. Ashrams were locked, streets were deserted, and the only noises were the occasional soft grunts and shuffles of dozing animals. We

It wasn’t planned, but it was a great opportunity. I threw together a few essentials, jumped on a rickety Indian bus, scrambled for one of the last remaining seats, and sat through a violently bumpy twelve-hour overnight journey. It was a tad uncomfortable but I accepted it as part of the experience. As we arrived at 6.00am in a chilly Allahabad, the thick fog began to disperse, and the sun rose to reveal one of

They say a little knowledge is dangerous. We can learn a philosophy, but if we haven’t understood it in a mature, balanced and well-rounded way, we can actually cause more harm to ourselves and others. Recently I was speaking to someone about friendship. They frankly told me that they found more integrity, sensitivity and kindness in their previous relationships with family and friends. They hoped that their camaraderie in spiritual circles would be deeper, warmer