I Don’t Even Know Why I Came Here…
I was at the tofu shop in Henderson NZ on part of a day filled with odd jobs I had to do, I took a Bhgavad Gita with me to stop a few people between the car park and the shop. I stopped this lady and asked her if she had a copy of the Gita yet.
'Of course, its wonderful' she replied.
So I took a Science of Self realization from my bag and handed it to her.
"O my God, you're killing me" she screamed in her Canadian accent, which kind of translates to Wow / amazing… "how much?" she said,
noticing how ken she was I told her I had so many different types of books in the car just across the road. "O my god your killing me!" she screeched again. She demanded we go there straight away so we headed off. I opened the boot of my car and as we sifted through the different boxes she became completely ecstatic looking through them all. She selected Krishna books part one and two, Science of self realization, Your ever well wisher, Hiding in unnatural happiness and a Higher taste. She was so happy to get the books and gave a nice donation for them. She left saying "I can't believe I met you here, this is the middle of nowhere, I don't even know why I'm came here, well I know now, I was to get these books, thank you!"
Your Servant,
Bhava Sandhi Devi Dasi
