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Chapter 13: The Reunion
“Dad, it’s for you.”
Nick
was in the backyard watering his garden when Maria’s voice rang
out. Knowing that her father wouldn’t come in with wet
shoes, Maria brought him the cordless phone.
“Thank you Sweetie. Hello, Nick here.”
“Nickolas, it’s Rama. My flight will be
arriving right on
time.”
“Rama—wonderful to hear your voice.
Yes, that’s right, I’ll pick you up at seven.
Blake and Maria will be there, too.”
“What about our other friends?”
“They’re all on their way. Rohini, and
Chit are already here. Father Mark is due in later tonight.”
“What about Major Sutton and Judy?”
“Oh,
don’t worry, they wouldn’t miss being here for the world. Everything is ready—I’ve reserved
a nice lodge and thanks to Maria we’ll have
plenty to eat.”
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The
next day turned out to be beautiful. It’s hard to
ask more from Mother Nature when it is sunny and 71 degrees with only
a slight breeze. By ten o’clock everyone had arrived. Greetings were heartfelt and those who had arrived early enjoyed
a morning walk down by the lake. Lunch was going to be
served early. Maria and her
friends had cooked the previous day and everyone was
treated to another
delicious meal that she had become famous for. The
vegetarian lasagna and Italian bread was a huge hit—her
pumpkin pie and homemade vanilla ice cream a close second.

The
Lodge on Medicine Lake, Minnesota
photo by:
Mwanner
Inside the lodge there was a small fire in the fireplace.
Finally everyone was sitting comfortable, smelling the
fragrant aroma of the burning logs. Smiling, Nick began to speak, addressing his first
comment to Mark.
“Father, it is so nice to see you again but first let me say
that all of us are extremely sad to hear about your dad.”
“Thank you, Nick. Yes, thank you so much—all of you. My
father lived
for almost 86 years and was the best friend I ever had. And
as
you all know, one way or another he is the reason that I was
able to
meet everyone here in the first place. For a while we thought
he had his pneumonia licked, but his heart just suddenly gave
out. At least he didn’t suffer and went quickly.”
One
by one everyone echoed Nick’s sympathies. Mark had
brought a photo of his dad that had been taken about three years
before he died and everyone took turns looking at it.

Richard
Penrose
(1911 - 1997)
photo by:
D. Grez
Five
years earlier Rama
had written down Mark’s address and phone number, when by chance they had made friends in India. As for Nick, after pondering the sudden turn of events of being
found by his daughter and the others, he decided to return on
the helicopter when Judy said it was time to leave—just one of
many trips he made to get back home—eventually even meeting the President of the United States
during a special ceremony at the White House honoring him as the
only American soldier to have survived the Vietnam War on his
own.
Not
long after returning to America, Maria & Blake said their
marriage vows to each other during a beautiful wedding ceremony
in the Adirondacks and shortly after that, exactly as Nick had
promised Rama that he would—he made a phone call to San Angelo, Texas and
spoke to Father Mark.
Mark remembered his friend Rama with
great affection and was very happy to hear that he had made it
back to Elephant Mountain safe and sound. Even more
profound, Mark realized that he was speaking to the very man
that Rama had told him so much about.
Wanting to meet each other, Nick took a flight to San Antonio
where Father Mark was himself visiting on church business. Nick
always remembered the beautiful mission where they spent an
entire day talking about the incredible events that both men had
experienced.
Mission
San Jose, San Antonio, Texas
photo by: The Author
It
was during this visit that the seeds were planted for the
reunion that everyone was
now
attending, but it took a lot of
planning. Major Sutton and Judy had also married but
they
remained in Cambodia running the orphanage. Naturally they both
played a major role in once again flying to Elephant Mountain
so that Rama could accompany them on their way to America.
After
everyone had expressed their sympathies,
Maria smiled at Father Mark and said, “Father, I am
curious about your visit to India? Of course I knew that
you had met Rama in Vrindavan but still I would like to ask—especially that a few years have gone by.
Have there been any long lasting effects on your life from what you experienced there?”
Everyone in the room nodded their mutual interest—also curious about what Father Mark would say. Smiling
at Maria and looking at everyone in the room, Mark began to
speak.
“I
think that anyone would have to admit to the
tremendous impact that spending time in India has had on them—especially after actually living in Vrindavan, as I did.”

Father Mark’s
Photo Album
This is where Father Mark stayed in Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Gopak devi dasi

Father Mark’s
Photo Album
Guest House, Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Gopak devi dasi

Father Mark’s
Photo Album
Guest Apartments - Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa (facebook)
“Maria, I don’t know if you have read Rohini’s
essay on the Prophesies, Preparations, and Motivation for the
Advent of God.”
“I
would like to but I haven’t seen that.”
Nick
then spoke, turning to his daughter. “I have it and when
we get back to the house—it’s in my study.” Maria smiled
at her father, her way of saying, thank you.
“Good, you
will like it very much. I had only been back in America a
few months when Rohini sent it to me. After I read it I
was filled with a host of feelings—mostly
not sure what to do.” Rohini
looked a Mark with a big smile on his face.
“So
to answer your question, after
going to India and faced with some honest decisions that I had
to make, I decided to dedicate myself to learning as much as I
could about Lord Chaitanya. I just felt that I needed to
find out for myself exactly who He was. Everything seemed
to be pointing in His direction. So yes, I have been very
busy since coming back from India.

Lord Chaitanya
“Secondly, there is my involvement with two different
groups. One is, The Council for a Parliament of the World’s Religions
and the other is,
The United Religions Initiative.
Both are interfaith organizations that are now a major part of
my life. Not only am I able to still function as a
Catholic Priest—these two groups are
also providing me with a very
comfortable format in which to express myself—not only
to other
Catholics but with people of all faiths.
“As
you can imagine, there are many Christians who need a safe venue
to explore God outside of what they are accustomed to. Even
though they would like to, many simply abstain from ever
searching beyond the walls of their local church—mostly out of a fear of what
their friends might say. I know firsthand
about this fear. Just imagine what my fellow priests would think if
they saw me paying homage to Lord Shiva?”

Lord Shiva
That
immediately brought a round of laughter from everybody. Mark continued. “Maria, I
have always thought that God is great. I should say,
‘more than great’—just as it is mentioned in Psalm 145. It
is there that we find King David rejoicing in God’s greatness. He says, Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; His
greatness no one can fathom.
“But
in all honesty, I have to admit to never having read a
more thrilling account of God’s
greatness as I discovered in the books
that describe the life of Lord Chaitanya.
Maria then said, “Father, would you please tell us a little
about what you have been reading?”
“Certainly, but please, I encourage you to get these books for
yourself. You need to hear these stories directly from the
saints who compiled them.”
Nodding
approval, everyone seemed to understand what Father Mark was
saying.
“Maria, at first you will discover Lord Chaitanya’s grand disguise to obscure
His true identity as The Almighty. As we all know, even Jesus held back
for over 30 years before he started his ministry. But still, Lord
Chaitanya was a very active child and there are dozens of
stories about this period in His life that hint as to who He really
was and the things to come.
“Later, as a young teenager, he demonstrated a level of
scholarship and knowledge that left even the greatest minds of
His time speechless.
Then what does He do? He turns right around and preaches to all these
great men a theology that directly tells them to
put away all their books and lofty dissertations, and join
Him in the simple process of
Nama
Sankirtan—the glorification of God’s
Holy Names.
Lord Chaitanya
taught that spiritual perfection is imbued within each of the
Lord’s
Holy Names.
“Then,
over time, saints from across India
began gathering at His place of residence in Jagannath Puri,
situated near the Bay of
Bengal.

Jagannath Puri, India

Jagannath Puri, India
“By
the way, Lord Shiva was also there in human form. His name
was Advaita Acharya. One day he passed an encrypted note
to Lord Chaitanya. This took place during the Lord’s final
years and after He read it, Lord Chaitanya spent all His time
focused upon the mood
of Radha, His eternal consort.

Radha with Krishna
painting by: Raja Ravi Varma
Wikipedia
“For
Lord Chaitanya, Radha’s mood
of loving separation represented
the gateway for
experiencing the highest spiritual perfections possible. Outwardly, Lord Chaitanya became nearly oblivious to the world
around Him. He spent several years like this,
fulfilling one of the main reasons for His advent.
Maria, when you read Rohini’s
essay you will understand this much better.”
Father Mark paused for just a second. “Toward Lord Chaitanya’s final pastimes
upon the earth, although He was never left alone—using His mystic powers—at times He simply vanished. He did this on more
than one occasion. What happened to Him during a couple of these
incidents is what I’ll now tell you about.
And remember, many of the Lord’s disciples who personally
witnessed what had happened were still alive when these stories were
later written down.
“On
the first occasion—His followers—frantic to discover His
whereabouts—found
Lord Chaitanya on the ground near a small cow shed.
Besides being in a spiritual trance, upon looking they could hardly recognize Him because all
His limbs had been retracted inside his body like a tortoise.
“On a
different occasion, He had dove into the Bay of Bengal which is
an enormous ocean. Unconscious when His followers
eventually found Him, it was discovered that a fisherman had
caught the Lord in a net earlier that morning. Lord
Chaitanya had been in the ocean all night. But this
time, every limb in his body had become dislocated and He was
something like 12 feet long and covered with dried seaweed, sand
and salt.
“Frantic
to save their Lord—His
disciples began to chant the Holy Names of God, just as He had taught
them for so many years. And each time—both at the cow shed and there on
the beach—Lord Chaitanya
quickly regained His natural composure. He bathed, put on fresh clothes
and spoke with his disciples.

The beloved Lord, Shri Krishna Chaitanya
“But
I also read that in each instance He was actually a bit
upset that His disciples had disturbed Him because Lord Chaitanya was not unconscious, but totally
absorbed
in a spiritual trance. I guess you could call it a spiritual dream, if
you like. After composing Himself, Chaitanya plainly mentioned
to His disciples what He had been doing in His dream, and I must say that reading what Lord
Chaitanya told His disciples is simply pure nectar to the ears.”
Turning to his
two friends, Chit and Rohini, Father Mark
said, “How am I doing? Have I left anything out?”
It
was now Chit who began to speak. “Perfect, Father, and as you have correctly mentioned, everyone should read the
original material for themselves.”
As
Rohini nodded in agreement, once again Maria asked Mark a question. “I’m curious, Father, how are you able to balance your
love for two religions at the same time?”
“Thank you Maria.
Truthfully,
the solution that has worked for me has been, education. Otherwise there are so many pitfalls that can ensnare you.
In fact, you can be so oblivious to your entanglement that you
even feel confident—even arrogant about your position—but
completely
missing the nectar of God’s true mercy.
“Remember the story of
Paul who was persecuting Christians with such vengeance. He
was instrumental in harming so many of Jesus’ followers and
yet he felt no remorse.
“Saul—as he was
known before receiving the mercy of Christ—was a Pharisee and
he was part of the
Jewish in-crowd, so to speak. They ruled Jerusalem. He came
from the city of Tarsus which was well known at the time for its
superior intellect.
“So, as we all know, Saul was encouraged to
hunt down and destroy those early Christians, which he did with
great fervor.
At the time, Saul thought he was doing the right thing—in the
name of God. Talk about being caught up in a web of
illusion—but
he was blessed and his illusion smashed,
just as Paul has written about in the Holy Bible.

God Blessing Paul on
the Road to Damascus
painting by: Andrea
Schiavone
The Franciscan Archive
Father Mark
took a sip of tea and continued.
“As
I have said, thanks to Rohini and Chit, I have had the
opportunity to read everything printed
about Lord Chaitanya. This is what I mean by my education.
At the same time, this is also what I mean by my blessings. But
sadly, how many men of my cloth are willing to sit down, like I have,
and sincerely listen to the Word of God outside their own
religion—afraid
that they will be damned?
“Maria, I think that looking upon a person such as myself—and
even at Rohini and Chit—it’s easy to imagine some great balancing act
going on inside our lives. But actually, just the opposite is
true. However, yes, at first there was a struggle. And I
will be honest—in the beginning I wasn’t so forthcoming with my fellow
priests. But I had my father’s confidence and I spent
months reading the books that Rohini and Chit sent me.
“But
please, I
don’t mean to marginalize the personal exchanges that I had in
Vrindavan. Making friends with Rohini and Chit and
their friend Jitendria, has been such a blessing. But nothing compares to the impact
that reading these books have had on me.
“But
I am also speaking of something gradual. For example, the
Chaitanya-charitamrita took me well over a year to finish.
So this education required a substantial effort on my part. Then I received a copy of the Chaitanya-bhagavata that I had read
in Vrindavan—but then read again. By the time I
reached the last chapter I was
feeling much better about my beliefs—and then
Dad told me about
The Council as a possible way for me, “to balance things,” as
you put it.
“Maria, this you should find interesting: I even started to discover that my love for Jesus was becoming more heartfelt. In fact, the
more I read
Shrila Prabhupada’s
books,
in my heart I also began to make friends with the all the characters
that I had been reading about. That
friendship soon lead to a very deep respect, and before
long I even felt love for all of Lord Chaitanya’s
disciples.
“Granted, on the surface their lifestyles and religious customs—how
they dress, the language that they speak, and their food—yes,
that can seem so foreign. But thankfully, the
books let you get past all that with the speed of light.

Father Mark’s
Photo Album
Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Laksman Poddar

Father Mark’s
Photo Album
Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Laksman Poddar

Father Mark’s
Photo Album
Breakfast, Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Laksman Poddar
“Maria, you have to blind yourself to appearances and simply
listen to what they are saying. Otherwise, there is the possibility
for negative attitudes and prejudices to stifle the grace that
is being offered to you from above.
“Let me give you
an example to where this education can take you. As you are
all aware, when I first arrived in Vrindavan I was involved in a spiritual mystery,
of sorts. By now you all know about the nun, Maria, who lived her entire life cloistered in a convent located in
Agreda,
Spain. You also know about the material I discovered about her—how
she was able to bilocate from inside her room to
the distant plains of West Texas. This was her way of bringing
the word of God to the American Indians.

“And then when I arrived in Vrindavan and was explaining
all of this to Rohini and Chit,
they
took me to an ancient forest where Lord Krishna had bilocated Himself so
that simultaneously, each of the young girls from His village could have
Him personally as their dance partner. So while the
material I read about Maria suggested that she was only able to
bilocate herself one manifestation at a time, Lord Krishna
easily expanded Himself dozens of times. And then, just as
interesting, later
I read more about bilocation in Shrila Prabhupada’s
books.
“For
example, one
of the most beloved associate of Lord Chaitanya was a Muslim
by the name of Haridas Thakura.

The pure and gentle, Haridas Thakura
“In just the
Chaitanya-charitamrita alone, so many pages are
written about this great saint. But please, I do not want
to take up our entire reunion. These books are available
to all of us. However, if I may just say this one thing to
make my point.”
Nickolas, understanding Father Mark’s concerns, then said, “Please
Father, finish your story. What you are talking about is
just fascinating so please continue. In fact, what a great
way to start off the afternoon.” Having heard that, everyone
enthusiastically
voiced their approval.
Taking a sip of tea, Father Mark looked around the room. The
love that everyone had for him was obvious. “Thank
you. I promise not to take long. So to start with, what you
have to keep in mind is that Haridas Thakura is not an ordinary
personality. He is factually Lord
Brahma. Obeying the desires of the Lord, just as Rohini mentions in
his
essay, Brahma took birth in India
to accompany God during His advent as Lord Chaitanya.
Again, this is why I got so much out of what Rohini wrote because
it ties this all together.
“Anyhow, as I
mentioned, Haridas was a Muslim by birth and was governed by their
strict laws. But instead of embracing his Muslim traditions, Haridas preferred to chant
Hare Krishna. In
fact, over time, Haridas became a famous saint and a
staunch follower of Lord Chaitanya. However, when the Muslim magistrate discovered this, like Saul,
certain individuals made it their life’s purpose to destroy
Haridas.
“They actually set out to trap Haridas, using a young prostitute to prove that he was just an imposter and no
different than any other man who would give up all virtue just to
savor a night’s enjoyment with such a gorgeous woman. But
instead, Haridas quickly converted her and over time, in her own right,
this former prostitute became a renowned saint, responsible for
bringing a vast number of people to the Holy Name of Lord Krishna.

The prostitute repents before Haridas Thakura
“Unable to defame Haridas, Muslim soldiers arrested him and
brought him to stand trial. Threats of torture were levied
against Haridas, if he continued his refusal to give up his Hindu ways. Undeterred, Haridas simply refused. Needless to say, this
angered the Muslims greatly and they condemned Haridas to death.

Haridas Thakura on trial
“The sentence was to be carried out immediately and so it was
that Haridas was bound and taken to the first location where
strong executioners were given orders to cane Haridas without
mercy until dead. The history of this kind of punishment
had proven that few men ever survived for long, so violent was the
beating. By the third caning most were finished for good.
“However,
after the final beating—having been dragged through
a staggering
twenty-one public
markets, Haridas was still
breathing! His tormentors became frantic knowing that they
themselves would most likely be executed when it was learned that Haridas was still alive. Such an
unheard of feat of survival could only be explained by accusing the
executioners of taking it easy on Haridas. But in fact,
this was not the case.
“Taking pity on the men assigned to
kill him, Haridas Thakura then entered into a deep trance and
all signs of life appeared to leave his body. At last
satisfied that Haridas was dead, it was then ordered that his
body be disposed of by throwing it into a nearby river.
It had been determined by the cruel magistrate that robbing Haridas
of a proper burial would destroy his very soul—thus punctuating
the horrible death that had just been carried out.
“But history tells a different story. Haridas didn’t die on that
fateful day. Instead, he
reached a ripe-old age. When he finally did pass away,
Lord Chaitanya personally carried his body to the ocean and dug
a grave for him with His bare hands.

Lord Chaitanya carrying the body of
Haridas Thakura

Lord Chaitanya covers the body of Haridas Thakura
Father Mark then paused for a moment before continuing. “Actually,
the glorious life of Haridas Thakura is a story that
everyone here should read. Simply hearing
about Haridas Thakura imparts untold blessings—especially
the events that happened at the time of his death.
“But
please let me continue with the my train of thought and how the
beating of Haridas Thakura’s
life relates to Maria de Jesus, and
even to Jesus Christ, Himself.”
Hearing
Father Mark say this, curiosity seemed to take hold of everyone
and you could have heard a pin drop. Mark continued.
“As
you all know, I have raised certain questions about what
actually
happened to Jesus Christ on the cross. After all, the
Indians certainly thought they had tortured and killed Maria. Now granted, this didn’t happen to her often, but according to
her own words it did happen.
“Therefore, as you all know, I have asked, Who did the Indians really have?
And likewise, Who did the Roman soldiers actually crucify? Surely if Maria was able to bilocate, then so
could Jesus. Also, Jesus only claimed to be the Son of
God. So I have also asked, Who is greater—the Son or the Father?
“It is written that Lord Krishna—The Father—bilocated thousands of times. Therefore
it only makes sense that Jesus—as well as Maria—also had
this ability. Jesus even more.
“Now, as far as Haridas Thakura, how can it be explained that
even after twenty-one beatings—beatings that few men survived
past the first three canings—how was it possible for Haridas
to have survived?
“That answer came later. One day Lord Chaitanya
revealed to His disciples that it was
NOT Haridas Thakura who was beat on that fateful day, but instead, it
was actually Himself. To prove His words true, Lord Chaitanya stood up and
turned around so that everyone could see His bare back. In
complete shock, the devotees saw the massive injuries that the
canes had inflicted. Some devotees fainted
when they beheld the divine vision being revealed to them.
“So
no, just as the Indians did not have the real Maria, the Muslim
soldiers also had a spiritual illusion in their grips—and as I have just
alluded to, the Roman soldiers never laid a finger on Jesus
Christ?”
“Excuse me, Father, but is this all explained in the
books you have been reading?”
“Well,
Blake, much of it is, but I am also jumping across
decades of time, and even across continents and different
religions in an attempt
to make sense of certain events that on one hand are inconceivable, but
on the other hand appear by all reason and evidence to have
actually happened.
“But
in all honesty, Blake, I haven’t dwelt on these things to the
point where they have distracted me from my main duties. After all—yes, this makes for great conversation but
rather, the Holy Names of God are what we must pay the most attention
to. To divert from that path and wander thru a maze of
speculation would be very detrimental. Even Saint Francis
emphasized the supreme importance of prayer.”
Chit
then began to speak. “Yes, I agree with Father Mark. After
all, Lord Chaitanya came, in part, to put an end to needless
speculations, regardless of how lofty and interesting they might
be. Instead, His Commandment was to spend one’s devotion in
chanting His Holy Names. Exactly as Father Mark just mentioned, Lord
Chaitanya said,
harer nama harer nama
harer namaiva kevalam
kalau nasty eva nasty eva
nasty eva gatir anyatha
'There is no other way, no other way, no other way to attain
perfection in this age of Kali-yuga—the
age of quarrel—except by chanting the Holy Name, chanting the Holy Name, chanting
the Holy Name of God.'”
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Over the following years, Nickolas, Maria, Blake, Major Sutton,
Judy, Rama, Father Mark, Rohini, Chit and many of the other
characters in this book remained a close-knit family—all made
possible by the World Wide Web, sharing photos, e-mails and
Facebook.
They experienced the joy of Maria and Blake’s first child—a boy—followed by two girls.
Although Father Mark comfortably
remained a Catholic Priest, he took great pleasure in addressing
many of the misleading and harmful attitudes against Lord
Krishna found among Christians in general. In the future
Father Mark would be promoted to the President’s Council of the
United Religions Initiative, even opening an office in Vrindavan. Father Mark would be the first to tell you
that indeed, it is possible to love both Jesus and Krishna at the
same time. In the years that followed, Nickolas returned to
Elephant Mountain on two separate occasions to
be with the very people who had saved his life. Maria, once again
enjoyed cooking kitri for the children at the
Shining Lotus Orphanage.
Wanting to
visit Vrindavan,
himself, accompanied by
Rohini and Father Mark—Nickolas
walked upon the
same sacred ground where 500 years earlier Lord Chaitanya’s holy footprints
had decorated the earth.
It is
noteworthy to mention that during Father Mark’s
second visit to Vrindavan, he
told Rohini that he had read Alan Ames’ book, Through the
Eyes of Jesus, a second time. He told Rohini how he had
discovered certain things that had escaped him during his first
reading. Mark said that in Alan’s book, on more than one
occasion, Jesus was able to tell someone what they had been doing
as a child, or some other obscure incident in the person’s life
that only God could possibly know. After all, He is the eternal
witness that accompanies each and every soul.
As mentioned,
Father Mark read all the books
available about the life and teachings of Lord Chaitanya. So
did Nickolas. Without any doubt, Shrila Prabhupada made it abundantly clear that Nityananda
and Balarama are the same person. (Please note that
Nityananda was Lord Chaitanya’s
most intimate associate during Chaitanya’s pastimes 500 years
ago. Lord Balarama is Lord Krishna’s older brother and
accompanied Krishna during His pastimes upon the earth 5000
years ago.)
Father Mark
said how this reminded him about the part in Rohini’s
essay when Narada Muni had visited Lord Krishna’s brother, Balarama.
Balarama had taken His birth as Nityananda during the advent of
Lord Chaitanya. In the essay, Lord Balarama had asked Narada a question,
only to have Narada remind Balarama that since He was in
everyone’s heart as The Eternal Witness, He already knew the
answer to His question.
Either way—Nityananda or Balarama—Lord
Chaitanya clearly placed them on the
same, divine level as Himself—and they, in turn, always directed
their disciples to the lotus feet of the Lord—Lord Chaitanya
(or, Lord Krishna)—who
are also one in the same person: the same actor but in different
costumes.
Finally,
Father Mark told Rohini that he had become convinced that Jesus
was none other than Lord Nityananda.
Jesus and Nityananda—they
both share
the same divine position.
Both are clearly described as the eternal
witness who knows everyone’s
heart and everyone’s
past.
The fact that Jesus always prayed to his Father matched
perfectly the same sentiments found in Lord Nityananda. So
yes, Father Mark could easily pray to Lord Jesus Christ and at
the same time love and glorify Lord Nityananda. All it took was
an education.
As far as God, Father Mark kept two pictures inside his
Holy Bible. One picture of Lord Krishna and another picture of
Lord Chaitanya.
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Just as
he had promised his dad, Father Mark took 100s of photos
of
Vrindavan and the surrounding villages.
Of course, Father Mark is just a character created
by the author to tell this story. However, here
are pictures of
Vrindavan, made possible by the generosity of
many kind and talented photographers, all of
them devotees of Lord Krishna. Their
photos are used in other chapters, as well.
Finally, as far as the essay that Rohini had
written, eventually Maria read her father’s copy.
And then later, after returning to Texas, Rohini
decided to take up Father Mark’s
suggestion and downloaded, The Life and Legends
of Saint Francis Assisi, by Father Candide
Chalippe.
This is a free book in Amazon’s
Kindle library and can be easily found. After
reading about Saint Francis, who is both the founder
and spiritual master of what many say is the
greatest branch of Christianity, Rohini discovered
many of the same traits in Saint Francis that both
Lord Jesus Christ and Lord Nityananda so clearly
share. This simply made Rohini wonder all the
more about God’s
greatness and mysterious ways.
Abandoned has now reached the end. You
are invited to look at the beautiful pictures of
Vrindavan that are located below. Furthermore,
for those who would like to read
Rohini’s
essay, you are welcome to click
on this link:
The Prophesies, Preparations, and Motivation for the
Advent of God.
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The Journey Home
Autobiography of an
American Swami
by Radhanath Swami
The connection between the ancient Vedas of India and the
construction of Angkor Wat—interwoven with the tragedy of the
Vietnam war—has provided me with a fascinating backdrop for the
first two parts of my book,
Abandoned.
In writing, The Journey Home, Radhanath Swami shares not only
his incredible, true-life story but his book also serves as an
excellent primer for anyone interested in knowing more about the art
of devotional service. Undeniably, Angkor Wat was inspired
by this knowledge. The Journey Home is also worth reading
because the author presents the main questions that most people
would ask—including, of course, the real-life answers he received. Answers that for many have sustained years of solid faith.
Out of courtesy, anyone who would like to read Radhanath’s story, as
only he can tell it, can click on the link provided below for more
information. As the
author of, Abandoned, I feel that The Journey Home is one
of the best introductions to the ancient wisdom of the Vedas. On one hand, The
Journey Home is a book you can hardly put down. On the other,
it is a first step toward climbing a similar mountain—a
mountain of spiritual knowledge.
Sheltered high on the top of Elephant Mountain, Nickolas and
his band of monks lived peacefully in a secluded temple. Contrary
to this fictitious mountain which was nearly impossible to reach,
there exists another kind of mountain. Not only is it real, its
majestic peaks, caves, valleys, ponds, and streams are open to the
public. But here I’m referring to a mountain of Grace.
Furthermore, this divine mountain is also inhabited by monks—men
and woman—eternal spirit souls—dedicated to serving God and who
welcome all. After 40 years of “climbing,” I am simply stunned as I
take in the view, held safely as I dangle by the ropes of their
mercy.
As I said, The Journey Home is a good, solid, first-step up
this vast and holy mountain. I have read where people have stayed
awake all night reading it. I was unable to put it down.
http://www.thejourneyhomebook.com/
As is the case with all the links in my book, I receive no monetary gain for
providing this URL. In fact, the last time I looked the book
wasn’t
even for sale there.
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Thank you and God be with you!
The author would like to include your review
in his book.

Please send it to:
ronaldboutelle@yahoo.com
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Vrindavan, India
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Altar, Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Gopak devi dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa (facebook)

Sacred Tree - Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Gopak devi dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Blind Sadhu, Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Gopak devi dasi

Blind Lady, Vrindavan, India
photos by: Tulasi-Tosika d.d. and
Purusottam das
visit:
www.kadamba.net

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay
Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa (facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa (facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa (facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photos by: Tulasi-Tosika d.d. and
Purusottam das
visit:
www.kadamba.net

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by:
Laksman Poddar

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Laksman Poddar

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

(Flood) Vrindavan, India
photo by: Laksman Poddar

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Sacred Govardhan Hill, Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Laksman Poddar

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Laksman Poddar

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay
Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Sudevi Dasi

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay
Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay
Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Haridasa Thakura dasa
(facebook)

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay
Radhika

Vrindavan, India
www.vrindavanexperience.com
Photo by: Vijay
Radhika

Vrindavan, India
photo by: Chaturatma dasa
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Finally there are these rare photographs made
available by the kindness and talent of His Grace Radha Raman Das who was
born in Vrindavan, India. The Holi Festival has
an established connection with Lord Krishna and the young cowherd girls
of Vrindavan, as shown in this old painting. You
can see the colored powders being thrown at the Divine Couple.
On the ground you can see more powders and colored water. Radha
Raman Das has certainly captured the excitement of the
Vrindavan Holi Festival with his amazing pictures.
Again, Thank you!

The Holi Festival

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das

Holi Festival, Vrindavan, India
Photo by: Radha Raman Das
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Acknowledgements
Iman Maleki
Iman Maleki was born in
1976, in Tehran. Fascinated by
the art of painting since he was
a child, at the age of fifteen
Iman started to learn painting
under the mastery of his first
and only teacher—Morteza
Katouzian—who
is the greatest realist painter
of Iran. Meanwhile, Mr. Maleki
began to paint professionally.
I know that Iman will be very
happy if you visit his website:
http://imanmaleki.com/index.htm
Iman kindly gave
me permission to use three of
his images and for this I am
most grateful.
• Although mentioned in my book,
the Shining Lotus Orphanage does
not exist. However,
Alessandro Vannucci
has taken many beautiful
pictures at the Osborne House,
which is a real orphanage,
located in Cambodia. As you read
further and discover
Alessandro’s adorable photos,
you are always invited to visit
the
Cambodian Orphan Fund.
So a big thank you is extended
to Alessandro.
• Another orphanage that I want
to mention is,
The Center for Children’s
Happiness. I met
Mr. Charles Pieters over at
Flickr who was willing to share
some of his pictures of
Cambodia, Laos and this
orphanage. Thank you very
much.
•
Ancient Wisdom is a
website out of England that has
given me permission to use one
of their images. They say
that a picture is worth a
thousand words and scrolling
through Ancient Wisdom
certainly brings meaning to this
saying.
• I want to again say
thank you to all the
talented photographers over at
Flickr
who have given me permission to
use their photos.
However, use of their imagery is
not an endorsement of my book.
•
PBase
is another Internet photo
sharing community where I was
introduced to
Nick De Marco
and his great photographs.
So a big thanks to Nick for
letting me use his photos.
•
Gopak d. d. who lives in
Chili and Mathura Lilaprija
who lives in Vilnius,
Lithuania are two natural born
photographers who have given me
complete access to their photos
of India. Their candid
shots of Vrindavan, India
are the best I have ever seen.
•
Christopher Cotton
has a very impressive collection
of photographs stored over on
Picasa Web Albums.
Spending time at his Cambodia
gallery (or any of his
galleries) would be a worthwhile
use of anybody’s time. I
owe Mr. Cotton a huge, thank
you.
He knows why. Thank you,
again!
•
Wikipedia
has been a valuable source for
finding Public Domain imagery.
Thank you.
• I am also indebted to
Bell’s Aviation Museum
for allowing me to use one of
their photos. Thank you!
• The
Bhaktivedanta Book Trust
(BBT) deserves much praise for
preserving the art and wisdom of
ancient India, as well as
actively encouraging many new
projects to unlock her great
past.
• I want to thank my dear
friend, Kris Carlson who gave me
some ideas on how this difficult
story could be told. Without his
input I doubt that I would have
written any of this.
• Having most recently completed
Part 3, there are a few more
photographers that I want to
thank for letting me use their
outstanding pictures of the holy
city and surrounding areas of
Vrindavan. They are
Sudevi dasa, Aishwarya Kumar
Varshney, Laksman Poddar,
Suryakant Ajay, Vijay Radhika,
and my old friend, Chaturatma
dasa.
• I am very excited to thank
both
Tulasi-Tosika d.d.
and
Purusottam das
who have put together a fabulous
website with hundreds of
pictures of Holy India.
You can visit them on
Facebook or go directly to
www.kadamba.net.
Besides their photo galleries,
Tulas-Tosika and Purusottam das
have many videos that you can
watch. Again, thank you
for letting me use some of your
images.
• I want to thank Haridasa
Thakura dasa for allowing me to
use a few of his beautiful
images of
Vrindavan.
• I also want to acknowledge the
many Christian Saints who have
given my life so much
inspiration. There are simply
too many to mention but there is
one, in particular, who I owe
everything too. I cannot
tell you her name but because of
her deep and simple devotion to
Christ; with love and
forgiveness beyond
comprehension, she blessed me
when I needed it the most.
Hopefully this little book will
please her.
• On a personal note, I want to
acknowledge the following:
My sister, Ava Harrison; Charles
Berner; my lovely wife, Kay; The
Pilgrim; Joan Grant and her
book, Winged Pharaoh.
I also want to say thank you to
Alexander Kon Berner who put on
his editors hat and gave me some
good advice. And of course
my deepest appreciation to
Shrila Prabhupada and the
worldwide Vaishnava society of
saints, sadhus, and scholars,
led by my hero, Shri Chaitanya
Mahaprabhu.
Ronald E. Boutelle January
21, 2011
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