Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna

Dancing to Hare! Hare! Sweating my heart. I can taste those times. The Rhythm, the delicious beat of the drums. Hare! When the veins -- all kinds -- stretch as if to bite. Hare. And afterward at the temple, we jump and sway, shout praises to God. Then finally we are sitting before the the sweet sugared feastl where the craving for God finds completion in sugar.

After the feast my rational self entered: I couldn’t get past that they believed Krishna lived 16 or 17 years in his mother’s womb. How could these makers of my sweetest joy stand in my way with this unwholesome blind irrational acceptance. I wouldn’t let it go. Eventually this guy in a saphron sheet. after spending pointless time with me, put a set of japa beads in my hand and told me to go away, meditate, and do japa reciting the mantra:

“Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna

Krisha Krishna, Hare Hare

Hare Rama, Hare Rama

Rama Rama, Hare Hare”

Japa is similar to the Rosarie. You pass each bead between your fingers for each refrain. After about 30 minutes, I began to focus on Krishna. Very quickly I was caught up in a swoon of energy rising up my spine. I knew absolutely that I am loved by the Universe itself, with an unchanging embrace. This can never be taken from me. Some two minutes later, the rush of energy that was stiffening my spine let go into a calm knowing: I am loved absolutely.