on leaving ISKCON
Date: February 27, 2004 07:32AM
I'm currently in ISKCON, and I love it. My history is a little different from the usual, so that might have something to do with it.
Going back 10 years... I was in college, studying environmental science officially, but more dedicated to studying and practicing yoga. When I graduated I moved from Buffalo, NY, to Olympia, WA, to get away from my busy social life for better focus on my yoga practice. My first day in Olympia (Friday), I went out to see what was there. I bought a Bhagavad-gita As It Is, a painting of Krishna, and learned of a shaman's gathering called "energy circle" that was on Sunday. At that time I knew very little about Krishna, despite having read well over 100 books on yoga.
So Sunday came and I went to energy circle. It was pretty far out. Before I left, the hostess told me, among other things, that a belief going through the psychic community was that soon an earthquake would plop us into the ocean. (I remembered crossing a fault line on my way to Olympia, and they took earthquakes seriously around there.) I had wanted work toward renounced life, but not quite that fast.
I began studying Bhagavad-gita very intensely, trying to understand it along with the brahmavadi philosophy of the Yoga Vasistha that I had been studying for about 2 years. I couldn't comprehend them side by side. Bhagavad-gita says the Absolute Truth is the Supreme Personality of Godhead, Krishna, and the world is real but temporary as Krishna's inferior energy; Vasistha's Yoga says the world-appearance is entirely false, and the self that remains when the world is no longer seen is the Absolute Truth. Studying these together gave me a headache.
Wednesday I wrote in my meditation journal, "If Krishna is a real, and is who Prabhupada says He is, I need to see Him. I don't think it should be very difficult for Him, and I need to know this." The next day I put down both books, and continued practice of rajayoga under the instruction of The Fundamentals of Yoga, by Rammurti Mishra.
Friday came, and I needed a break. I heard about a film festival in Olympia, and I went there. I watched the movie "Kids," a shocking movie dubbed as "written by kids, about kids." It's all sex, drugs, and violence -- very intense. I went home and opened Bhagavad-gita, and started studying, intensely, all night.
At around 4 a.m., I started to feel a little sleepy, and thought I would read just a little more. I remember looking at Krishna's name and wondering if this was really God's name. I stared at the name Krsna, with the 3 dots below. I felt my mind spiral into the center dot, and a shift. I turned the page, and saw a blank page except for a big 108 there. I looked over at the painting of Krishna, and my heart stopped, as did time itself. Krishna stood there, blowing on His flute. I could see the creation of the world every moment, sprouting up from His breath touching His flute.
He said to me, "You think you're a yogi?" And He laughed. Then He asked, "You want to know what samadhi is?" In a flash I felt millions or billions of lifetimes that I've lived, come and go, as I went into nondistinct existence. A moment later, I was back, looking at Krsna. Then He said, "Prema." I had never heard the word before, but I felt it. It was as though I, the soul, was stretched as a wire, and all the love shared between Krishna and His innumerable devotees was passing through me. In that one moment I knew this was my eternal Lord.
For the next two hours or so, He instructed me in Bhagavad-gita, leading me back and forth from mundane to transcendental, showing me opulences and perspectives that I doubt I'll ever be able to describe. He demonstrated complete mastery over all the material elements, including time, and showed me the door to His realm. He offered me the choice, to go immediately, or to live the remainder of my life, and go then. I chose to wait. My prayer was to walk the balance between the spiritual and the material, so I could know precisely what I was doing when I went on.
Before He left, advised me, "Always chant My names; get some association with My devotees; and if you want your family to also come to Me, name your children after Me." I had asked about how my parents could ever understand this. He had also recommended a certain woman for my wife. The next morning I had forgotten almost the whole thing, except for a faint memory.
The woman He recommended I marry, I had met a few months earlier. I had actually told her before I went to Washington, after I returned from a sweat lodge, that I would marry her, and immediatly forgotten that too. Anyway, I asked her to come to Washington (I wasn't yet conscious that this would become romantic and lead anywhere like that). Almost every day I would have deja-vu feelings, and with each occurrence, I remembered a little bit of that night with Krishna. Now it's been over 8 years. My wife and I are very happily married, with three daughters, Radha, Vrinda, and Visakha. We have a lot of deep friendships with devotees, and we are very happy and comfortable in our religious activities.
I can understand why people think this is a cult. I remember at one point Krishna showed me Lord Caitanya's sankirtan movement, devotees chanting in the street. I thought, "You can never get me to do that!" Well, it's my favorite thing now. Ten years ago I would have thought this is the most nonsense, ridiculous thing, but now I understand. It's not mental at all for me. It's my life, and I love it.
Hare Krishna,
Pandu das