Marathon Remembrances from Toronto

Posted on Feb 18, 2013 in Sankirtan Stories

Cousin Nick! A lady was walking down the street when I waved to her. She stopped, came right up to me, and said, “Hey, Nick, how are you? It’s been so long.” When I looked at her doubtfully, she took a more careful look and said she thought I looked like her Greek cousin Nick who stands the way I stood and waves the way I waved, and smiles the way I smile. Well, thanks Cousin Nick! Your cousin took seven books on...

Book Distribution at Kumbha Mela 2013 on Mouni Amavasya

Posted on Feb 14, 2013 in World Wide Sankirtan Photo Galleries

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Sankirtana Report in Belo Horizonte

Posted on Feb 11, 2013 in Scores

"Sangita – Sankirtana for the Guru and Sankirtana for the Temple"   In Belo Horizonte, as we have reported few times before, we started a new program called “Sangita”, and it has been giving good results. It has been happening since the beginning of the last year (2012) and it consists of performing sankirtana and harinama with many devotees together, from senior devotees to kids, aiming not only to...

Doctor Gets Books

Posted on Feb 11, 2013 in Sankirtan Stories

I stopped a smart looking man in Bethlehem, Tauranga: “Sir, looking smart today. Are you the Mayor?” He explained that he was actually a doctor and already knew Bhagavad Gita and the devotees from Murwillumbah. He was so favorable, and I showed him the ‘Teachings of Lord Kapiladeva.’ I saw he was wearing an ice breaker thermal, and I said jokingly that he could donate that but he opted to donate a $20 instead....

Butcher’s Material life Butchered

Posted on Feb 11, 2013 in Sankirtan Stories

I was going door to door in Hamilton with Bhakta Christian and we went to a house where we met Quinton. He was a young man (mid 20s) and a father of three. He supported his family by being a butcher at a local slaughterhouse (or freezer works as they call them in New Zealand), where, he told me, they kill 2700 calves per day. For this he gets a thousand dollars per week. He mentioned that at another slaughterhouse in the...