New Vrindaban Brijabasi Spirit

By New Vrindaban Communications Following the disappearances of Lord Caitanya and Svarupa Damodara, Srila Raghunath dasa Goswami was so crushed that he decided to commit suicide. “Raghunath dasa planned to jump from the top of Govardhan Hill,” said Varsana Swami. Sri Rupa and Sanatan would not allow Raghunath dasa to attempt suicide. Rather, Rupa and […]

By Srila Jiva Goswami dasa Back when I had a hard wood floored classy room up on the third tier of the Prasadama Hall / Office / Ashram Building, Varshana Maharaja was one of a few Devotees I’d have to call “Best Friend.” All the Devotees seemed wonderful, even the ones whose interaction generated a […]

By Srila Jiva Goswami dasa (continued from Part 1) To me, I was the cutting and slashing very greatest of the greatest when it came to driving. I just loved it. Towing another Sankirtan Van back from the Buffalo area late one evening, I’d been obliged to carry a few Devotees with me. Maru Deva, […]

By Srila Jiva Goswami dasa From child hood, I harbored a longing to operate construction machinery. The Heavy Equipment Department at Old New Vrindabana really whet my whistle. The passing of Pippaladha up on the huge Road Grader, or Varshana Maharaja for example, carefully moving along the road with a medium size house suspended intact […]

I spent some quality time with a new friend in New Vrindaban today. It is amazing how Krsna sends just what I need when I need it. One unique aspect of devotees is the way that they immediately have so much in common and can share even the most intimate aspects of their lives. Having […]

By Srila Jiva Goswami dasa In the late nineties, I started coming back to The Temple. I was living in Wheeling. I came to the Temple every morning, took the Association of The Devotees, participated at Mongol Aortik, chanted 16 Rounds and Guyatri, and polished it off by taking morning Prasadama with the Devotees. I […]

By Srila Jiva Goswami dasa Disappearing One morning, at the Columbus Temple, Krpa Maya Prabhu saw me cleaning the floors, as he had taught me, and he asked if he could talk to me a moment. “There is a boy who is coming to see me,” Krpa Maya declared. “He is sort of a nuisance.” […]

By Srila Jiva Goswami dasa As a Bhakta, in the Columbus Temple, I had a hard time dealing with visitor’s questions. I was afraid to give the wrong answer. When anyone asked me anything at all about Krsna Consciousness, my response was always, “Just a minute.” Then I’d run and consult Narada Muni or some […]

By Srila Jiva Goswami dasa Has anyone ever deliberately spit in your face? In early 1967, I was a twenty-one year old African American in my home town of New York City. Having just spent four years in the military, I’d never heard of the Hare Krsna Movement. I was heading across 23rd Street for […]

by Madhava Gosh New Vrindaban needs a reporter to share with the world what is going on. Right now, the Brijabasi Spirit is barely scratching the surface. I have been trying to encourage devotees to write for the Brijabasi Spirit for almost a year now, and have had limited success. I clearly lack the motivational […]