A Sacred Surprise

By Dawn

While in Kenya for a teaching job, I took a brief side trip to the town of Naivasha. The area is known for wildlife, and it is very beautiful--but after a day or two, I was feeling directionless. When I am focused on work, I’m not especially bothered if, for example, the power goes out for the third time, but without that intense concentration, minor inconveniences start to frustrate me.  

One day I decided to walk a mile or so to the central business district in search of the grocery store. Ostensibly, I was looking to buy snacks, but really I was giving myself the comfort of a familiar task. As I walked, I passed weather-beaten storefronts, outdoor stalls in the alleyways, and tables piled high with whatever new or used items someone had found to sell. Across the street from a Christian graveyard, several coffin-sellers had set up shop, along with a eulogy writer. A shop labeled “book store” was selling shirts.

Turning a corner, I saw a large, nondescript building. It didn’t look like a grocery store, but in this place, who knew? I walked closer and saw a handwritten sign taped to the fence: “No parking in front of the Hindu temple.” Hindu temple? Now that I looked, I saw that, yes, this was a temple. I tried the door, expecting it to be locked. Instead, it opened directly into a Hanuman shrine room. No one was there, but a guest book made it seem that visitors were welcome, so I left my shoes by the door and tentatively sat before the shrine. From another part of the building, I heard children’s voices, and presently, a man peeked in and indicated that it was okay for me to stay.

A Balance of Ideals

By Charles Feldman (Prana) 

There are many opinions in the world.

In politics, there are debates between those who favor liberty (in which the rich get richer and the poor get poorer); equality (in which the government jails and kills real and perceived opponents, and solidarity (in which minority groups get persecuted due to their religion and/or nationality, and eventually, everyone gets persecuted). The three groups are the libertarians, communists, and reactionaries (fascists and fundamentalists). All societies are an embrace of one or more of these values. Anarchists want 100% liberty, 100% equality, and 100% solidarity all at once. The problem is that we would all have to be saints for this to work.

As far as religious beliefs, there are those who think that disobedience causes the world's problems (fundamentalists), there are those who think that obedience causes the world's problems (atheists), and there are those who think that desire causes the world's problems (mystics).

In politics, we need a balance between liberty, equality, and solidarity. Anarchists want no authority, either government or corporations. Reactionaries want government and corporate authorities, with no opposition allowed to either. Libertarians want political opposition to be allowed, but no opposition to the corporations. Communists want opposition to the corporations, but not to the government.

Whose Karma - Mine or Donkey's?

By Dawn

This past July, I spent a few weeks leading a writers’ workshop on the island of Lamu, Kenya. With no paved roads and no cars, the narrow, twisting streets are filled with donkeys. Most buildings, including the hotel where we met, are made of dead coral, and since there is no window glass, you hear everything going on outside, from the early morning call of the muezzin to late-night street fights.  

One particular noise was inescapable. It came from the yard next door, where we could see a lone donkey kept in a tiny cage day and night, braying piteously. On Lamu, the donkeys are work animals, carrying heavy loads during the day and allowed to roam free at night, except for this one isolated creature. As the days went by, the plight of this donkey began  to weigh on me. Tony, my teaching colleague who lives in Nairobi, told me not to let it get to me, but I could see that it was starting to get to him too.

Finally, Tony decided to walk over and find the donkey’s owner. From the hotel, we could all hear the ensuing, increasingly heated argument in Swahili. Tony returned and said angrily, That guy is barely even feeding the donkey. He doesn’t care if it’s suffering, he just wants to sell it and be rid of it.

Keeping Score

By Dr. Tilak Verma

Evening Vedanta class at the Vedanta Society of Providence was about to begin, and Chuck (not his real name) asked if I might give him a ride home later.

I said yes, quite readily, perhaps eagerly. Because I am keeping score.

Chuck is a perfect student of Vedanta. He takes copious notes and has already filled some 800 pages. He extracts a notebook and pen from a bag and starts writing, single space, and by the end of class has filled several more pages. He makes thoughtful comments and asks probing questions. 

Another thing he is known for are his ear-splitting sneezes that can rouse you out of reveries, drifting mind, or slumber, and yet have enough energy left to shatter a window. On the drive home, he gives precise directions, which include helpful pointers and alerts on traffic signs and lights and locations of pedestrians, etc.

Decades earlier, I recall being in a similar situation--that of needing a ride.  

Passing Show: Thoughts on two Sunday talks at Vedanta Society of Providence, Part 2

 By Dr. Tilak Verma

(Continued from Passing Show 1...) I am ready to take the first-ever drag from my just-purchased, "Passing Show" cigarette!  And that’s when I spot him, or should I say, he spots me.

Jindoo Ram! Our pot-bellied, rotund cook, maker of the choicest curries, renowned for his koftas with cashews embedded on the inside and for perfect, evenly cooked, puffed rotis.

“Having fun and enjoying, I see.” He observes and moves on, disappearing into the crowd before I can think of an excuse, offer an explanation, or plead for secrecy.

Oh boy! I fling the Passing Show aside and head home weighing my options, the best being, I decide, the truth. For my confession I choose my aunt. She is smart, lovely, elegant, and educated in the US, Boston, at a prestigious, renowned all-girl’s college, on a full scholarship no less, and at a time when it was unheard of for women to travel overseas for education. She should be favorably inclined, I imagine.

Passing Show: Thoughts on two Sunday talks at Vedanta Society of Providence, Part 1

By Dr. Tilak Verma

Nachiketa, a young boy in search of knowledge and truth is in conversation with Yama, the god of death.

When a person dies, there exists a doubt:
“He still exists,” say some; “he doesn’t not,"
say others. I want you to teach me the truth.

Swami Yogatmananda-ji is speaking on this over two carefully crafted talks entitled, "Much Ado about Nothing" and "Choosing Wisely."

Yama is unmoved.
“This doubt haunted even the gods of old,” he says, adding, "Ask me something else.” He offers, instead, immense wealth, longevity, and even a kingdom to rule over--and all the pleasures of life one can ask for.

Is Sri Ramakrishna an Avatar?

By Charles Feldman (Prana)

I have been involved with the Vedanta Society for about 19 years now. But one thing I have never been able to feel confident about is: How do we know for sure that Sri Ramakrishna is an Avatar?  After all, he is not as well known as Krishna, Buddha, Shankaracharya, or Chaitanya, and some Gurus who are alive now are regarded by their followers as an Avatar. Once I asked someone from India if they had heard of Sri Ramakrishna, and they said they had not. I know that Sri Ramakrishna might in the future become as well known as these others, but I have always asked myself: How do we know for sure? 

I concluded just the other day that I can regard Sri Ramakrishna as a spiritual authority, but I couldn't be sure he is an Avatar. But then, I read an article by Swami Tyagananda in Chicago Calling, the e-magazine from the Vedanta Society of Chicago. Swami Tyagananda had the kind of confidence that Sri Ramakrishna is an Avatar that I wished that I could have. Then a thought occurred to me: If Sri Ramakrishna is not an Avatar, who is? And I realized that I couldn't think of anyone else who could qualify to be an Avatar for today, at least not for me. This thought totally changed my outlook. There is no one I could regard as an Avatar other than Sri Ramakrishna. Now, I can feel confident that Sri Ramakrishna is an Avatar, at least for me, and for others who regard him as such. My qualms have been resolved.