heaven, hell & hari krisnas

Yesterday I was walking past the Hari Krisnas doing their thing in Union Sq. A big group, a man on the trumpet, jazzing the mantra. 

I thought to myself a strange thought, that if anything terrible ever befalls me, I will need to join them. I will need a stronger connection to Light, to know I belong to it, am wrapped in it, made of it, go to the next level, be immersed in God, not just friendly. I watched them for a minute wondering their stories. 

So many little ways I reach for Light. Gazing at my painting of the Goddess- her peaceful wise smile, relaxed beauty. Hugging the walls of Lotus, my NYC Temple. Lighting incense. By stopping to listen to the Haris, listening to mantras on iTunes... 

I remember that Raghunath said once that we can see Heaven and Hell right here in NYC- the heaven of the light hitting the buildings and the hell of a homeless person rotting on the street. 

I feel like the Hari Krisnas keep one hand in Heaven all the time- they never loose touch with home. 

To never lose touch with home,

To phone home.
Why not now, Wednesday?
Let's do it...