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A PRACTITIONER’S TALE<br />
HARI’S LĪLĀ<br />
E-mailed from Vrindavan, North India, February 2003<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong><br />
Hari plays with thousands<br />
and somewhere along the way, I<br />
was called. The Director brought me<br />
two hours south of Delhi, to God’s<br />
playground, to the sacred lands of<br />
Vrindavan, úrà Käüóa’s làlá land. I was<br />
eighteen and determined: a dream that<br />
had become reality had brought me<br />
to Vrindavan, and I headed straight<br />
for Neem Karoli Baba’s ashram. Not<br />
finding the master at home, I wandered<br />
around the outskirts of Vrindavan and<br />
came to úyám Kuôi ashram. There, the<br />
Mahant, the ashram’s head, called out<br />
to me in Hindi, but realizing that I did<br />
not understand him, a silver-haired<br />
Gujarati man, Maïgaldás, the servant<br />
of auspiciousness, came down the stairs<br />
and greeted me in proper English.<br />
Within two minutes, he not only had<br />
invited me to live with him, but had<br />
given me a Käüóa mantra which I use to<br />
this day. My entrance into Vrindavan<br />
had begun!<br />
It was December, 1972, and<br />
every morning I would go out and lie<br />
on the sandy banks of the úrà Yamuná<br />
river, and feel very blessed for what<br />
seemed to be absolutely no reason at all.<br />
Any sense of doing some sort of sádhana<br />
to attain an assumption of samádhi<br />
left my consciousness; everything was<br />
perfect just as it was.<br />
Within days, my Vrindavan<br />
experience was again upgraded when I<br />
had the good fortune to meet the great<br />
saint, Neem Karoli Baba. The darùan<br />
and blessings of this siddha saint, in<br />
combination with my new-found<br />
friendship with my Vrindavan mentor<br />
Maïgaldás, was very uplifting. And yet<br />
still a question remained, “Is Brahman<br />
32 Special Issue • Shyamdas ~ In Memoriam<br />
“Glories to úrà Käüóa, the Doer of Wonderful Deeds,<br />
Who played the world into existence<br />
by dividing râpa (form) and nám (name).”<br />
(úràmad Vallabáchárya)<br />
devoid of attributes, beyond name and<br />
form, ùânyatá, absolute suchness, or is<br />
Brahman personal, a Blessed Lord who<br />
relates directly with His bhaktas?”<br />
Little did I know that these concerns<br />
were ones that also divided the major<br />
Indian enlightenment schools, for every<br />
searcher inquires into the nature of<br />
things. I picked up a Gita Press English<br />
translation of the úràmad Bhágavata<br />
and read stories of úrà Käüóa’s làlás.<br />
They felt familiar, though not in the<br />
sense of events that had occurred in<br />
history. My curiosity only increased:<br />
“Are You formed or not?”<br />
Nearly five hundred years ago, the<br />
Muslim Käüóa bhakta-poet Rasakhān<br />
Lotus flower. Photograph by Pascale Willi.<br />
pondered similar issues in Braja and<br />
wrote:<br />
úeüa, Gaóeù, Maheù,<br />
Dineù and Sureù<br />
Sing continually of His glories.<br />
He is beginningless,<br />
endless, unlimited,<br />
Indestructible, void of difference–<br />
Revealed in the Vedas.<br />
The sages Nárada, úuka and<br />
Vyása try unsuccessfully<br />
To fathom his limits:<br />
Yet for those Gopis –<br />
He dances for a small glass of buttermilk!