Vaishnava Prana biography

In childhood, I often listened to how my parents tried to reflect on peace, about life, and, imitating them, I tried to talk with friends for hours, childishly discussing the “global” issues of mankind. By the fourteen and sixteen years, the fruits of my philosophical searches began to acquire certain outlines. And when my friend returned from Leningrad on the holidays and patiently listened to my views on life, he said that I think like Krishnait.

The time of youth brought to my life health problems, a terrible atmosphere in the family and a large stream of ideas associated with culture, aesthetics, hippies and non -formals. In this contradictory porridge of life, I became so depressed and oppressed that I no longer got the point of living. But what can be the way out of this vulgar, greasy, “sausage” world?

And I left the house in search of a better state of being, deciding that if I do not find him, I will just try to follow the Orthodox tradition of the outcome: to follow the earth until I find my death. Starting to wander, I discovered an amazing thing: the world is not particularly needed and my death is needed. Two months later, such a life, when a stupid indifference to everything found me, I suddenly met my friends dear to me in Moscow.

We walked around the Arbat, and they suddenly grabbed my hands and dragged me somewhere, saying on the move that now they will show me such! What they showed me was really a miracle. At the very end of the Arbat, in the late afternoon of the house, the island of Light was framed by their shadows. And in this luminous circle, a group of devotees danced and sang, forming a sunny singing lake.

By their faces, without ceasing, as in the waves, happiness shimmered and sparkled. After that, my friends spent me home, and everything returned to their circles. From my adventures there was only a cardboard card on which Hare Krishna Mantra was written. A year later, one of the devotees sold my sister Bhagavad-Gitu and the “source of eternal pleasure”.

I received these books for my birthday and began to read them. It was difficult to read, and therefore I found a way out to read one page a day. So, about a year later, I still read Bhagavad-Gitu. It was the second strong shock in my life. After that, it was necessary to take the next step - to go to the devotees to the address indicated in the book. Thirteen years have passed since then, and I feel that I have not yet been able to use the chance given to me Krishna and devotees correctly.

I insulted a lot of devotees, and Krishna, and just the rest, so I ask everyone who knows or knew me, forgive me, a scoundrel, and ask for mercy for me from spiritual teachers and Krishna. You have no rights to post comments.