The butterfly farm Chapter 1

the bus left at 6.oo am...i woke up at 6.01am...very funny,,i usually wake up at 4,30 am. anyway hoping the bus would be late i grabbed my bags, guitar and drum and stood hopefully in the road waiting. it didnt come. it was gone. so i chanted hare krishna hare krisha krishna krishna hare hare hare rama hare rama rama rama hare hare for awhile, like for half an hour, on my japa beads. the beads, which are similar to a rosary ,are called a mala and the process of chanting on them is called doing japa. i had been given the mala beads and the special bag to hold them in by swami b.v madhava maharaj who had somehow come all the way from india to santa teresa in costa rica just to help people like me to save themselves from their illusions and weaknesses and so put them and their spirituality on firmer ground lucky me. i was in a mess at the time trying to fight babylon all on my own and losing battle after battle. so when i put the bag full of beads over my hand and started to chant it seemed to set me apart from the world and i felt no lust to be chasing after it anymore. perfect, too old anyway. i even managed to chant 16 rounds a day thats 108 beads x 16, thats a lot of hare krishnas. but after just a couple of weeks i had completely washed my brain clean of all the garbage which had been polluting it during the past two or three years of constant ill-health and social conflict. great. my discipline had slipped as i got older and i really needed a hand up. until sri swami madhava maharaj and his group of merry devotees appeared i had always felt i had a very personnal and private direct line to krishna due to living so close to nature, doing so much hatha yoga and generally moving moving moving and living off the fruits of the land whenever possible. i followed the advice of the bhagavad gita, the very famous 5.000 year old sanscrit book which suggests going to a quiet and secluded place to do yoga or chant the holy names. for many years i did this on beaches or by rivers and waterfalls..sunset was my favourite time..to chant down the sun, drumming and watching the clouds change colour and shape. lovely..it is also nice in the easrly morning on eastward facing beaches..but5 sunset has always been special...with the moon a bonus sometimes. however it was not enough. i still slipped up. i still crashed and burned. i still lost my way. i still got involved with the wrong people. i still found myself in constant conflict to survive. and this is the benediction of the guru. if he is sincerely renounced and beyond all mundane material desires he can help....i got there from time to time but i couldnt maintain it. the guru is in disciplic succession.he has the strength of the past behind him, he can give you a line to follow and he can bring you to more and better association with like minded people. it is still hard, there are still pitfalls and conflicts and many many levels of advancement but you are no longer alone. i had always thought that it was between me and my maker but no...i needed to feel the power of someone who had laboured many years as a servant in the disciplic succession to be really safe. its a bit like ancestor worship. if you dont start with your father and grandfather there's no path to follow back to the beginning of time. hare krishna oh yes, the story. after half an hours chanting i hitch hiked the first vehicle which came that morning. it stopped. two very nice ladies inside were listening to good reggae music and when i opened the side door there was a big space for all my things and a folded up bed seat for me. very nice. lovely comfortable ride. the thing about god or krishna is that he may never send you what you ask for or think you want..but he will always know and send you what you deserve or need. this is the secret. disasters and blocks are often just krishna's way of knocking you out of the wrong path. i gort to the butterfly farm on time so now we should be able to get on with what this story is all about. butterflies..well buttereflies and of course caterpillars and a little bit of sri krishna and maybe even a lot of srimati radha rani, krishna favourite consort....the other half of the divine couple. hare krishna.

Chapter 2 i am sitting in my favourite place in the whole world. the cascade. water is rushing all around me but it is the most peaceful feeling to be here. it rained a lot yesterday so i couldnt get into the spot where i like to take my water massages, too strong..so i just lay down in the cascade and took mild massages on my legs and back. nice my first day as an assistant to the butterfly gurus was wonderful. to begin i had to spray honeyed water all over the flowers near the path so visitors could get a close up view of feeding butterflies. just a couple of squirts into work and there was an owl butterfly, which looks like a blue morpho with its wings closed, except that an owl butterfly has only one big eye on each side of the underside of its wings. it was laying a little row of three perfectly round white eggs on a big leaf. i didnt have to collect the eggs as the only eggs i had to collect were from the blue morpho which were transparent when newly laid, so hard to see, black when ready to hatch and black and white when infected by parasites..easy. imagine parasites eating butterfly eggs for breakfast...good that i am a vegetarian and don't eat eggs..imagine being re-incarnated as a butterfly egg eating parasite and then being eaten by a butterfly egg eating parasite parasite..whatever that may be..maybe a spider. anyway a good start to the day. i sprayed on. one of my other responsibilities is destroying spiders' webs and killing the spiders. this was a problem. i am not a jain- a religious sect in india which tries to kill absolutely nothing at all if possible- and i thought i would just catch them and put them in a bottle, like i do with scorpions now, and let them go outside the farm..but that would be a lot of extra work. so i decided that if. when i broke the spider's web with my stick, the spider was quick enough to get away i would let it go,,if it stayed hanging from the stick i'd squash it. well they do eat butterflies don't they. then, very strangely, an owl butterfly landed on the top of my stick..oh no i thought..a messenger from krishna. so i stared at it, opened my special insect telepathy channel which i learnt in macchu picchu and asked the butterfly..."what's the news?".."don't kill spiders," said the butterfly......"why not?" i said..."well, " said the butterfly.."when we get old and dizzy and want to come back as a fresh egg we fly into the spider's web and the spider gives us a lovely sting which makes us feel very sleepy and off we go into the next world. it's better and quicker than just fading away." well that was a hard one. the butterfly gurus won't like that excuse for not catching spiders..they will think that i am crazy. but, well, i am crazy aren"t i?..we all know that..which is, after all why religion was invented. as a sanctuary for all the crazy people who don't want to steal and kill to survive like a lot of other animals and people do. hare krishna. my other important function, apart from blue morpho egg hunting, was caterpillar feeding. imagine going into your local employment office and writing that down on a job wanted form. it is much better to work for krishna, the services he sends you can be really ecstatic..if you are good of course...otherwise, you know dishwashing, stock broking etc blue morphos lay their eggs on a particular type of leaf. there is this whole world of caterpillars which eat slightly toxic leaves so that other animals won't like the way they taste when they grow up. then there is another whole world of butterflies which imitate the colours of the nasty tasting butterflies so that other animals are fooled into thinking that they taste bad too. clever stuff. considering that they never went to school. in fact, the thing which interested me the most on my first day was just how incredibly clever animals and insects are and how they have devoted all their energy to having a nice life even if they can't smoke cigars or play football or die of lung cancer and get horrible knee injuries just for fun. as if nature hadn't invented enough ways to keep them strong genetically by making it hard to survive without them inventing new and more efficient ways to hurt, cripple or kill themselves. war and sports. how the doctors must love them. i had to pick the blue morpho eggs off the leaves carefully and drop them into a plastic container where they would one day..in a couple of weeks i think...hatch into caterpillars. this was good exercise for my eyes as the new eggs are transparent and so not so easy to see. just what i needed , eye exercise. caterpillar feeding was easier. the butterfly gurus had discovered that they didn't have to drive around every day cutting off branches from trees as they seemed to thrive happily on peanut grass which they have planted all around. much easier than chain sawing trees. the caterpillars are kept in cages and the peanut grass was stuck into water filled bottles...beer bottles i sadly add......must change all that..ha ha..well no maybe it's the only good use for a beer bottle, feeding caterpillars. new tiny caterpillars had to be picked up on the point of a watercolour paint brush ..perfect job for me...and placed on the leaves of the peanut grass...there you go..chomp chomp..get fat and fly. apparently they go through eight stages of shedding their skins and their whole heads as well. yes caterpillars of the blue morpho get to have eight complete changes of head. i was jealous. with all this genetic engineering why cant the scientists do something about changing people's heads? now imagine if the whole world suddenly became vegetarian,,,,,wow...what a beautiful thought for the pork butchers.

and i think it is going to happen that is what is so amazing...despite all of babylon's hamburger, sausage and steak propoganda people are realising that their stomachs are just not designed for eating meat. hence so many awful illnesses as they get older. blue morpho butterfly caterpillars are lovely..hairy tufts, yellow skin , red head..i won't go on in case you think i am weird,,you will just have to see one for yourself one day. blue morpho chrysalids are also very beautiful,,,a kind of translucent green..looking like a tiny space ship..and who knows..maybe it is.

Chapter 3

one of the butterfly gurus had had some association with devotees in germany in the temple in leipzig and had been impressed by their helpfulness with immigrants and feeding people good food...so it was nice to talk to him about spiritual things. something everyone used to have time for here 10 years ago. we decided to do a kind of reggae kirtan. a kirtan is a get together to chant the holy names. we cooked a nice colourful vegetarian lunch with squash and fried cauliflower and broccoli and lentils with potato and rice. delicious..then we all got invited to a swimming pool across the road. it was built into the side of a hill with a great view over the jungle valley. the people there had been having a special honeyed mushroom lunch and there was a magical mood. after a great swim we started playing bob marley's song "WAR." which was from a speech emperor haile selassie of ethiopia made to the united nations,,,i think. i often started my reggae sessions with this song as it gets me right into the reggae groove and is a bit like offering thanks to your guru. it made it clear that any reggae song of mine which followed was strictly due to the influence of bob marley. i consider redemption song to be one of the best folk songs ever written in the english language and i surprised myself in a kirtan recently by finding out that i could also sing the maha mantra to it..nice. we were joined by a drummer from andalucia in spain who sang a couple of very authentic gypsy songs from his heart. very nice thank you samuel. i have tried to link the spiritual energy of reggae music to the mantras of india and i hope that a little jah rastarfari hare krishna om will keep things moving away from the crack mentality of babylon. the rastas are vegetarian too and dont drink alcohol. it's all good. there are many people who react badly to the mention of hare krishna, perhaps due to over zealous book selling or stories of troubles in temples and sometimes plain alpha male behaviour. it is very clear to me that until i reach a point in my life where i can say that i am a fully renounced person and want nothing material, sexual or territorial from this world then i cannot really be depended on for spiritual guidance on a higher level as my own personal desires may colour my advice. even if i think it doesn't i may still be acting egotistically in the mode of competition. so many krishna temples suffered setbacks because the leaders were too young, too inexperienced,perhaps struggling to be renounced and simply not deeply hindus, not people emerging from the vortex of that ancient civilisation. for instance no matter how many guitar lessons i take i could never really be a great flamenco guitar player, its not in my blood, i didnt grow up under the andulucian sun surrounded by olive trees, grapes, dry hot air and brilliant guitar makers. i could study ancient sanscrit texts for decades but i think to be truly a master of them i would have needed to grow up speaking hindi or bengali which are descended from sanscrit only now spoken, i have heard, in some few parts of south india. i master of myself i may become and a trusty disciple of one who has this knowledge i may also become and i can read a lot in translation and seek sadhu-sanga..the association of saintly persons but i will need a long, long time to fully comprehend all the ancient spiritual texts. oh yes..butterflies..i have strayed from the point. here is a good one. although it is not about butterflies it is about a moth..the mexican jumping bean moth. i had always thought that the mexican jumping bean was some kind of joke. no its the larvae of a moth in the bean pods of a tropical shrub called yerba de flecha. the inside of the pod is lined with silk by the larva and sometimes it gets very hot so the larva snaps its body using pressure against the skin of the pod and so causing it to move or jump. good for business apparently, there is a thriving export market between mexico and the united states. truth is stranger than fiction. it's all crazy. hare krishna.

Chapter 4 as you probably don't know anything about guadiya vaishnavas, commonly known as the hare krishnas here are a few very basic rules. they don't eat any dead animals at all,, they don't drink any alcohol or smoke anything and they don't eat garlic or onions or drink coffee or black tea. i woke up in the morning to find a cappuchin monkey sitting right opposite my balcony. his name i found out later was scarface, for obvious reasons, and he was famous for balcony raids in the butterfly farms guest rooms. as i was watching him, just a couple of metres away, he suddenly leapt from the top of a pole holding the butterfly netting up onto a tree right in front of me, ripped off a rotting branch and greedily gorged himself on what i supposed to be grubs or slugs or some such delicacy. what a nice juicy way to start the day and obviously much more ecological than cornflakes. a sort of semi-hard porridge capsule. i made myself some ginger tea and oatmeal with banana and hoped that lapsed vegetarians didnt re-incarnate as grubs. every monday, wednesday and friday the nice house cleaning lady cut up a lot of fruit and left the skins in a plastic bag for me to distribute around the butterfly garden which had several wooden platforms for the butterflies to feed on. so around i went leaving bits of pineapple, watermelon, papaya and banana for the butterflies...nice job. butterflies have a long sort of tongue where their noses should be. i think it is called a proboscis. apparently it is like a double barrelled straw with lots of hairs inside...[sounds like my nose]....the butterfly sticks it into all kinds of sweet and sour gooey stuff and draws the nectar up the tubes by osmosis. occasionally the butterfly rolls it up like a fireman's hose pipe which squeezes the juice into wherever the juice goes. butterflies sometimes suck up nasty juices from dung or soapy water which is supposed to stimulate their pheremones or sexuality or some such weirdness which possibly explains why all my old freak friends used to talk about getting good shit to smoke...i have always thoroughly disliked the word hippy..something which the evil capitalist newspapers must have invented...no freak or head i ever knew would ever have called himself a hippy...no apache or shiva sadhu either.. as for butterflies hippy would not describe them at all..a blue morpho could be called a flippy floppy when in flight but hippy...thats for hippopotamusses...high on underwater weed. so it seems that butterflies were followers of shiva not krishna, who, as we know, takes no drugs whatsoever, except of course chocolate. so how come the blue morphos are blue, like krishna was often described to be, now there is a question for my spiritual master although i am sure he is much too busy attaining 24hour a day proximity to the divine to be diverted by silly school boy questions.. i read that butterflies also follow army ants when they go on their devastating marches killing everything in their path. the butterflies are seen to be feeding on the dung of the ant eating birds which follow the army ants. really the things insects get off on..i think i better change the subject. i have noticed, and in my ignorance worried about, the fact that speakers in temples sometimes dwell on the subject of stool and i don't want to do that. not in front of the ladies please.. anyway now you know that beautiful butterflies can be just as disgusting as people...reassuring isn't it? they just look nicer..never seems to get fat and don't make so much noise. on my spider web hunting walk around i saw another amazing sight. two big owl butterflies performing what could be called a whirling dervisher's mid air display of either coutship or territorial conflict. round and round they twisted and whirled contorting themselves into truly unbelievable shapes of super fast moving corkscrewing wings. lucky me to see it. later the butterfly gurus told me it was probably two males having an argument over fruit territory. it reminded me of what the sufis, the arabian and persian mystics so often oppressed by their own people, say about mystical powers, the powers which the yogis call siddhis. the sufis said about mystical powers that if a man was on the path he was just in the right place at the right time. the yogis advise not to attatch too much importance to these powers as it could lead one down the road to self importance and black magic. what i have always thought is that white magic is something you do for others, preferably only if several omens and people asking coincide with the need for it...and black magic is something you do for yourself, in my long life of troubadoring the world i have always done hatha yoga and if you do anything you love, just for that love, to an extreme it does seem to enter the world of magic. i have stumbled across these powers in music and composition. calling rain for instance or wind or stopping wind, calling waves..i received a mantra in the sea in sri lanka when i was addicted to body surfing 4 or 4 hours a day. all these pieces of music came at the right time and the right place and i have many funny stories about being asked to use them..especially in the island of gozo which hadn't had any rain for 9 months.."don't worry." i said donning my poncho and hat.."i know a song to call all the rain you want.." everyone laughed..but for three days i walked around the village playing the song over and over to anyone who would listen..then the heavens opened and it poured with rain for twelve days straight....god was i a popular fellow... the real reason i am in the flutterby farm is because it is just up the hill from my favourite spot in all the world.

it had stopped raining [nothing to do with me] and i went down to enjoy in the river the most incredible massage.....pounding my long suffering back and legs into oblivion. excellent. after, sitting on what i felt to be a sacred rock, i was eating a delicious oatmeal biscuit and rubbing some of nena's fantastic home made coconut oil into my shoulder when i saw ants..lots of them..running off with the crumbs from my biscuit. now i am surrounded by gushing rushing water what on earth are ants doing here? incredible. they must have found a deep, deep crack beyond the reach of water and just come out to gather what they can from the flotsam and jetsam the rains left behind. well, working for krishna is always like christmas, you never know what surprises nature will present you with next. i had forgotten to offer a piece of the biscuit to krishna first, so converting the biscuits into prasadam..foodstuff remnants from the table of god..nice way to say thank you it is too .next time. i will have to chant more and think less..hare krishna.

Chapter 5

there is a white cupboard in the butterfly garden with a fine mesh front. inside was a lovely green, space ship, blue morpho chrysalid..but not this morning. there hanging on the empty shell was a brand new blue morpho butterfly drying out......the leaf of peanut grass it was hanging from was coming out of the kneck of a bottle of canada dry ginger ale....perfect publicity for them..everyone needs to dry out...even at birth this first butterfly i had seen just born had something to say to alcoholics everywhere. i opened the cage and looked closely. its wings were closed. they had beautiful shades of brown designs with a big eye in the middle and three small eyes on either side. the colours were lovely and really as if just freshly painted. it gave me enough time to enjoy it and then off it went in it's flippy floppy flight pattern it's blue wings a truly special sight amid the green tropical plants. a male. isn't it interesting that the only animal species in which the female is more adorned than the male is the human species...or at least the christianised human species. well when the religion of your culture is based on martyrs and the crucification of a man at the age of 33 i suppose it is wiser to cut your hair and keep your head down if you want a quiet life. hare krishna. i began to feel that the butterflies had noticed me on my rounds and were suddenly everywhere posing for my inspection. did they know i was writing about them? amazing how huge the human ego is. as if butterflies didn't have better things to do than pose for someone who can'y even fly. one of my new jobs was to uncoil a hosepipe and put it into the small nicely tiled pond, then turn on a pump switch and the tap at the other end of the hosepipe. when the pool was full i had to turn off the water and pump and re-coil the hosepipe. it only took me three days to get it right. i also took it upon myself to turn off the light in the aquarium which was in the caterpillar room, it contained a solitary fish which usually hid behind a stone and several tiny shrimps caught by hand in the river. do fish sleep? do shrimps snooze? well, at least it would be dark at night while they did whatever fish and shrimp do after their hot chocolate, well insulated by glass and water from the noisy chomping of the caterpillars who were programmed to eat at night as the leaves are all sleeping and don't notice tha they are getting smaller and smaller. the rest of the day i spent finishing off my latest watercolour painting. it was a kind of island with strange pre-colombian designs, a big sun face peering out from behind and the full maha mantra cascading down a hill. at the bottom of the hill were two white objects in a field. they almost looked like sheep which is why i decided to call the picture.."better than counting sheep." i mean if you can't sleep why count sheep? why not chant the hare krishna mantra to any tune you like and wash your brain free of the day's dirt?" the air is so contaminated with all kinds of electrical nonsense these days that we really need to detox it all the time and this is my propaganda. it is not so easy for many people who have received a christian upbringing to accept any kind of god stuff. when they reach the age of reason something tells many of them that what they are hearing about god is not true so they decide that all forms of religion are the same..and who can blame them? in england, for instance, the romans totally wiped out the local spiritual powers and it has always been the speciality, even today, of the roman empire types to destroy all local religions and ceremonial places and anything with long hair trying to go..indian on the world...the catholic church which followed the roman empire finished off the job dooming europe to the dark ages and eventually burning alive at the stake in the inquisition the remaining vestiges of local medicine men and women during the attempt by protestants to free themselves from the rule of rome under the popes. it took a trip to india about 35 years ago for me to stumble across people who still held, carried out and practised their ancient beliefs..forming and re-forming them with the changing patterns of the planets and passing knowledge from guru to guru- their vegetarianism and code against alcohol saved them from the fate of so many north american tribes destroyed by the influence of hard liquor which was originally spread by the monks in europe. but more it was the sheer genius and strength of the many forms of yogic disciplines and the maintaining of consciousness through the continuous study of ancient vedic sanscrit texts which kept india..india... when i realised that once england too had been similar to india..many different cults and sects maintaining customs, knowledge, cultural activities, planetary observations....and that the whole of britain and island and of scotland and wales had had a different and interesting story for each small part of the whole..then i remember crying for my country and for what had been almost totally wiped off the face of the earth. and it is still happening..somewhere right now it took me about 3 months to adjust to being in india. i had not just travelled thousands of miles by aeroplane i had travelled thousands of years in time. every day i met saintly persons and people who had god in their eyes not only in their mouths. it then took me about five years ro re-adjust to being back in the west. i had lost my two-facedness. i no longer smiled and just told the bosses what they wanted to hear..earned my money and went home to enjoy it and the truth with my friends and family...i told everyone what i

thought..straight out..hopeless..no-one could handle it..they thought i was a bit crazy giving away my secrets..never get rich that way... i always tell people that if you haven't been to india then you haven't really been in the world because almost everywhere else is capitalised, colonised and christianised with lots of hamburgers floating around peoples' bellies in a river of cocal cola or other carbonated garbage. i still can't believe that people consume this stuff. there are, of course, pockets of resistance everywhere but it is slowly being swamped by the new technologies..even in india. i learnt an awful lot of incredible things in the altiplanos of peru and bolivia but it still operates within the boundaries of spanish and portuguese conquistadores. in india they have retained their languages and clothing and customs and relgions and they live it. hare krishna. what great strength and disicipline they have. they have absorbed their conquerors and even converted and saved many of us from ourselves and our inherited karma. so as an antidote to disbelief in god may i suggest that you leap-frog over europe and the middle east and its' 2.000 years of blockading the flow of eastern knowledge and its' horrendous histories of colonialism and war mongering..and study the vedic culture of india. while accepting the trials of this difficult age of quarrel and hipocracy, known as kali yuga, may i suggest that you make a little altar..put some fruit and water and a flower or leaf on it and say thank you every day. if your altar is simply beautiful and clean so may follow your life..and if you get up in the morning light a candle and sing a few songs in a language you may not even understand..hindu, bengali, sanscrit..it will purify your mind and give your soul a chance to get the right messages through to your survival machine..the head..to guide you through the day and so through eternity. this is part of the essence of bhakti yoga..the yoga of devotional service to krishna. it is beyond the huffing and puffing of shiva who, in fact, is krishna's greatest devotee. so while you may be drinking, smoking and choking watch out..it may just be shiva's way to lead you to krishna..the lord of transcendental bliss.. my daughter always used to say, when asked after a sunset mantra sing song, if she had any question to ask of krishna..her answer was always the same,,. ........chocolate? haribol.

Chapter 6
the butterfly garden is located about one and half kilometres up hill from the hotel amor de mar in montezuma. it offers bed and breakfast and butterflies. what more can a man or woman want. o.k. lunch, dinner, room service, a casino,....well the love of butterflies is transcendental like the love of krishna..so welcome. josh, the elder brother butterfly guru has a fine thin blue ring tatooed around his forearm. he awarded it to himself after one whole year of total abstenance from all forms of intoxification. if you ask him if he would like a drink or a smoke he might reply .....no thank you i just want a second blue ring.......maybe if i see him thirty years from now his whole forearm will be blue or maybe he will find or be found by a spiritual master and chant hare krishna all day. who knows.? today i impressed my hosts by honey spraying some flowers outside the netted garden and catching a wild heliacona butterfly to improve the genetic breeding programme. ryan, the younger brother butterfly guru was doubly impressed and pointed out that i had done the impossible and caught it with a broad open mouthed fishing net. beginner's luck. it was a big day for spiders webs..or perhaps, after the rain in the night they were just more visible in the morning sun. i succeeded in being stupid enough to ignore butterfly telepathy and jain sentiments and squashed all of the spiders i found. horrible child.. this after all was not nature..it was a business and so, like the man who dropped the atomic bomb on hiroshima said...i was just doing my job. imagine how many spiders he must have killed that day. thank you einstein. by the way my daughter, luna, has also invented a mantra to save the world...it goes like this de doodle wonk de doodle wonk de doodle wonk wonk, de doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle wonk. de doodle wonk de doodle wonk de doodle donk wonk, de doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle wonk. de doodle wonk de doodle wonk de doodle wonk wonk de doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle doodle dooddle doodle wonk. try it,,make up your own variations,,it will also help you get out of the material plane..if you can stop laughing..and it will definitely keep all those crazy people away from you if you do it all day long....who knows maybe the children have taken over already and we just havent noticed being too old to get the joke. interlude. a pause in the writing about butterflies to bring us into the here and now in san jose, the capital of costa rica, where i am currently a guest in the saraswati gaudiya math temple enjoying the good association of like minded devotees of lord krishna and attempting to introduce the two tiny blue morpho caterpillars i brought on the long bus and ferry ride from montezuma into the temple gardens. the plan is to fill the temple gardens with blue morpho butterflies....krishna is famous for being blue ....so attracting more and more divine association in the heart of the big city. easy job. today is my mother's birthday. the 18th of october according to the christian calendar,and for those amongst you who prefer to be more scientific and precise i challenge you to find out at what stage of the waxing or waning moon my mother was born.. 90 years ago in 1921. imagine that..90...and sitting comfortably in a nursing home on the beach in great yarmouth, norfolk , england..completely oblivious to all the troubles of the world and family and birthdays by relaxing herself into something like alzheimer's disease. or is it just the only way left for the aged to escape the pressures of the material plane and get a little peace and quiet as they pass through their second childhood? i collected a lot of flowers in the morning and put them all around the gurus statues in the temple and we had a great midday service with lovely chanting and the most wonderful vegetarian prasadam afterwards.....happy birthday mum...happy krishna, happy krishna, krishna krishna, happy happy... on the morning walk i saw a publicity poster for a hydrotherapy swimming pool in san jose. it won't be like the waterfall but it was exactly the thing i was thinking i needed in the city. nice present. thank you. thank you for all the care and attention and good food and fun and life and love . krishna's mother was called yashoda..there is a nice mantra i sang for her.. gopala gopala devakinandana gopala gopala gopala devakinandana gopala devakinandana gopala devakinandana gopala devakinandana gopala

devakinandana gopala gopala gopala devakinandana gopala gopala gopala yashodanandana gopala gopala gopala yashodanandana gopala yashodanadanda gopala yashodanandana gopala yashodanandana gopala yashodanandana gopala gopala gopala yashodanandand gopala it is very hard to live without the divine presence of the lord and it is very hard to live without the presence of your mother. hare krishna ..happy birthday. i love you. .

Chapter 7

everyday i looked into all the plastic containers with blue morpho eggs in them to see if any of them had hatched. today i found the first tiny baby caterpillar with it's big red head. i gently lifted it up with a small, soft watercolour paint brush and carefully placed it on one of the peanut grass leaves coming out of a bottle. welcome first hatched. here's your big chance to learn the maha mantra ( maha means highest), get reincarnated as a human being and so get the chance to understand god and get out of the cycle of parasites, spiders and fighting over dull coloured females. hare krishna. early every morning i wake up and do a service in front of my little altar. apparently before 5.00 am is the best time for spiritual feeling before the noisy world goes to war on caffeine and electricity and gasoline. i sing a few songs and shake a bell or bang a drum or play a little wake up music on the guitar. it is the best way i know to start the day. of course if there are a few like minded maniacs around who want to stir it up and dance as well...well that's just bhakti yoga. maybe i should do it in the caterpillar house and start a spiritual revolution in the butterfly world. who knows maybe we have all got it back to front and i will get lucky and be reincarnated as a blue morpho butterfly and find out that they just flit around chanting hare krishna all day. i have been reading a book by don miguel ruiz called the four agreements. and i would like to share them as they are excellent. 1...be impeccable with your word. 2...don't take anything personally. 3...don't make assumptions 4...always do your best. i have noticed that the world is full of people you meet who get all excited and say oh yes we will do this and that and blah blah blah and then when they get what they want out of you they find a reason to not fulfill their part...capitalism is based on this,,,,,you can always tell a capitalist because before they do their side of the bargain..like pay you..they try to get something else out of you first and then they drag that as far as they can and leave you drained and broke...or enslaved in their little system. it seems like selfishness is the main ingredient for having a so called successful life in babylon. if you say you will do something, do it. unless, of course the circumstances change of their own accord....make sure that one of your most important qualities is that people can depend on your word.... we are all mirrors in this life and many times people attack us because they have seen their ugly and untrue reflection in our clear eyes....don't take it personally, it's their problem, their fear. washing the pots and pans should be done on the same level as painting a masterpiece or chanting hare krishna...you must be there. right there. fully focused. so many peoples' heads are moving in advance of their bodies...while eating brekfast they are already at work..while at work they are thinking about their lunch time meeting etc etc.these kind of people have to become bosses..because they simply don't have time or space to listen to anyone else. they are all just doing things with a focus on enjoying the fruits of their actions..so they cut corners, do it on the cheap, leave a mess behind them....the world is drowning under the rule of these kind of minds. some people even think that getting to god is some kind of race, first first first.i must be first.. my father always said..if a job is worth doing it is worth doing well. in don miguel ruiz`s little book of the mexican toltec way he says something which hindus could probably argue about for awhile.. in india they perform a ritual called puja. in this ritual, they take idols that represent god in many different forms and bathe them, feed them and give their love to them. they even chant mantras to their idols. the idol itself is not important. what is important is the way they perform the ritual, the way they say...'i love you god.' whenever my personal ego gets very big and i feel a bit omnipotent i always remind myself that i just don't know how to make a cow. i can hardly even paint a good picture of one. krishna, on the other hand, not only made them but took care of them and so they are sacred animals not doomed to awful deaths at the hands of meat eaters. it seems perfectly obvious to me that every so often the world gets washed by universal waves of energy coming from far, far away. these waves of energy make huge changes in us and in our environment. now why don't the scientists study that and then float some huge mirrors in space to send the negative waves back to where they came from so we can have 10.000 years of peace in which to repair and clean our polluted environment.

i developed a really bad shoulder problem for no apparent reason just a few days after the terrible earthquake and radiation disaster happened in japan...being someone who offers shiatsu massage to friends i slowly became aware of the fact that there was an absolute epidemic of people with shoulder problems. the ancients understood these waves as they watched the sky continuously like it was a television screen and handed the results of their observations on to their descendants...so they were always able to organise their festivals when there was a good full moon or a positive alignement of planets. christians don't seem to even be aware of this..they just go oh friday..let's have a drink and never even understand why they had a bad night. a plastic bucket is wonderful....toilet paper may be a divine invention but not at the cost of total world contamination right down to the level of our hearts and souls. inside one of the caterpillar cages a blue morpho hatched out from it's chrysalis. i found out because as i swept the cage i noticed a creamy sticky liquid on the floor. looking up i saw a brand new butterfly hanging from its chrysalis shell. wow. in the last stage as a caterpillar it starts to turn green and kind of re-absorbs itself. it disappears inside this fat green skin and it all turns to liquid with only the central nervous system remaining. before it loses consciousness it binds itself to the stem of the peanut grass and at the very end..maybe when the last head drops off.. it falls off the stem and hangs suspended in the air. a super translucent green u.f.o. when it comes out of the chrysalis it takes a few hours to dry out before it takes flight. i waited a few hours and then took the cage outside into the garden and opened the door. tap , tap, tap on the top and off it went. a male, its beautiful blue wings dazzling the world...now why on earth would anyone want to catch, kill and sell that? HARE KRISHNA HARE KRISHNA KRISHNA KRISHNA HARE HARE HARE RAMA HARE RAMA RAMA RAMA HARE HARE I had heard about the primordial soup but it was the first time i actually saw a butterfly come right out of it. getting old can bring back the joys of childhood when we wandered around amazed at all we saw and had plenty of time to just look at it and feel it. this is one of the great joys of indian culture, the right to renounce the material plane and just be. haribol.

Chapter 8

a blue morpho caterpillar not only sheds it's skin seven times it also sheds it's head seven times. a very wise move considering how dangerous the head is in this world of illusion. it's eigth head is a butterfly head....now why aren't the genetic engineers figuring out how to make this happen to people who still haven't learnt how to chant hare krishna ? i visited the nacional museum in the plaza de democracia. it contains all the pre-colombian artifacts you will probably never see anywhere else in costa rica. beautiful gold and jade ornaments and lots of other timeless things made by so called savages before the catholics came to turn their paradise into a cowmeat. pig farm, coffee and sugarcane plantation for making terrible hard licquor so they could all die of stomach cancer and go to heaven and watch t.v forever. oh look what lovely concrete..we must get some. the national museum also has a mariposarium and i was able to discover the following interesting facts about butterflies. 1, their taste organs are on their legs. 2, they can hear through small organs, also on their legs or on the latter part of their thorax. 3, they have two compound eyes which are made up of thousands and thousands of tiny eyes. 4, their antennae are for smelling plants and potential mates. 5, there are 165.000 different kinds of butterflies, the second largest grouping in any one species in the world. 6. in costa rica there are 2000 species flying around in the daytime (diurnal) and another 1200 flying around at night (nocturnal). 7. unlike other insects they have two pairs of wings. 8. all butterflies, unlike moths, chant hare krishna. moths chant om na ma shivaya. meanwhile back in the butterfly farm we had a sunday kirtan... that's a singalong session of krishna music. however with only 4 adult males present we didn't find the zip to get very far although we did do a very nice rendering of a melody the rainbow people use when chanting hare krishna at their gatherings. then we served ourselves a wonderful meal of pureed squash, brown rice, mashed sweet potatoes, mashed ordinary potatoes, stir fried broccoli and green beans and a fried flattened cooking banana speciality called patacones. i had given butterfly guru josh a nice little krishna painting (see photo) and so i was able to first offer a little plate of the food to a makeshift altar...converting it into prasadam...remnants from the food offered to god. haribol. it had rained a lot and the cascade would have been too strong for me so i walked all the way down the hill and took a quick, murky swim in the tide pool. it was high tide and luckily the swell coming over the rocks was not too big....still, i was nervous so i kept it short. a dull sunset followed and i sat beside the pool and practiced the flute, i actually figured out how to play a whole scale on it. wow. maybe the sea is a better teacher than the river. that evening the kirtan energy came home in the dormitory as i was asked many questions about krishna and hinduism and the gaudiya vaishnava movement. i enjoyed sharing all the information i had picked up in my last stay in the temple. i hope you are not recording all this? i joked, as sleepiness overtook us......no..no..i was assured....... i would have run out of tape by now anyway. ha ha ha. in the morning when i opened the cages to feed the caterpillars i found my second newly hatched blue morpho drying out and still hanging on to it's chrysalis which was dangling off a peanut grass stem sprouting out of a bottle of canada dry ginger ale. there it was..a beautiful freshly minted little insect. lovely. i called josh in to take a photo. yes everyone needs to dry out is the moral of this photo. later i noticed that every time that i went into the garden the brand new blue morpho butterfly seemed to appear and fly it's bouncing, dazzling dancing path in front of me. perhaps, being the first thing that it saw, it mistook me for it's mother, however, i found out that in the amazonian area of peru they are called chullachaquis and are thought to be a form of jungle spirit which lures people deeper and deeper into the forest

to be lost forever. or is krishn'a spaceship waiting in there to deliver them from the ever encroaching webs and nets of maya, this world of illusion? who knows? hare krishna

Chapter 9 the meaning of life. in answer to the question what is the meaning of life? i have three major responses. 1..orthodox to know god and chant the holy names. 2..speculative life is a test..it doesn't matter what happens to you ,you are being judged by your reaction to it. ( i learnt this in macchu picchu along with the maxim that evil lives by provocation). 3..scientific experimentation. go to la paz in bolivia, chew the coca leaf and drink coca leaf tea for two or three months to clean yourself and then go alone in the surrounding hills one morning, find a san pedro cactus, cut off a chunk, snip of the spines, peel back the skin and eat as much of the really horribly bitter tasting green stuff, which lies just under the skin, as possible. this is mescalin. it is so much better than the ten commandments and in the mirror of timelessness you will know everything. it will not be the same thing i know as you are different and it is, after all, a reflection of you taking it, not me....but i think the essential laws of man and soul are inherent in this dimension. it as if the gods in their wisdom placed certain medicinal plants here in such a way and with such a bad taste that only those capable of seeking knowledge in the most extreme reaches of the world could find them. i only know that as well as aswering the question...where am i? it also gave me a great inner strength to face many of the insanities life throws at us without fear. and what has this got to do with butterflies? i was quite amazed to discover that the male blue morphos do not simple suck up nectar from rotting fruits through their straw like double barrelled noses....they also suck up nasty stuff....like stinky, dirty soapy water or the droppings of birds..especially ant-eating birds.....apparently it helps them produce the pheremones which attract females. could it be that these butterflies are getting high on this shit? are they just like the young men coming home on friday night with some 'good shit' to enjoy with their girlfriends? did god make the use of medicinal plants part of the process of reproduction? do we need to be stoned in order to fall into parenthood and all its' enormous responsibilities? have the butterflies finally given us proof of the need to decriminalise medicinal plants? when asked about religion i have always responded with,,,choose your drug choose your religion. nearly all religions seem to have evolved out of the so called higher consciousness of the use of medicinal plants. and many, many religions have ceremonies which involve the high priests administering to themselves and /or others concoctions of mind altering plants or fruits. so what is this all about? while chewing coca in the altiplano of bolivia and hanging out with the shamen who picked up on me as i entered their domain( i think i was the only white man chewing coca in la paz at the time...1979..i certainly saw no others), i learnt a great many things. i had actually been told to go to bolivia and chew coca by a shiva priest in the temple near the taj mahal, while smoking huge chillums of hashish with him and twenty others for the ' well being' of the people. the most important thing i learnt in la paz was the story of the placenta. according to the inca shaman the placenta, on which we feed in our mothers' wombs, is one of the strongest natural hallucinogenics. i met a californian later who had heard the same story and testest it out when he had a child born on the beach at full moon. he claims to have been 'tripping for 24 hours.' according to the inca we are therefore born cosmic, high and tripping and this natural dimension remains with us throughout childhood. when we reach the age of puberty the girls start to menstruate and make their own L.S.D. but the boys don't so they start to fight over them. in this way the old tribes separated the boys and girls at this stage and the boys went off with the men to learn how to use medicinal plants, NOT to get them stoned as western, alcoholic, christian propoganda would have us think,,BUT to keep them normal, peaceful, laughing and childlike and so compatible for love. it is a re-boost of the cosmic placenta. of course if you want to build an aircraft carrier or a skyscraper or an atomic bomb to get rid of all the evidence of your evil contamination of the planet then this childlike, indian attitude needs to be destroyed and called hippy or some similar media invention. the fact remains that vast numbers of young people, just like male blue morphos feel the need to partake of bitter susbstances. i think it is our job to make sure that if they do it is of high quality, natural, extemely inexpensive, without contamination by criminals and police and devoid of the paranoias which have been attatched to it. this would prevent the endless destruction of romantic love among young people by evil and pornographic venders of chemicals and even perhaps prevent the self destruction of the poets and shamen born in every town in europe to this very day. instead of dying of overdoses, alcoholic poisoning or being incarcerated in prisons and even worse psychiatric hospitals.. they might lead longer and more useful social lives if they had cheap and easy access to the medicinal plants before concentration by chemicals. of course babylon doesnt really want this as it produces insufficent profits to pay for its expensive lifestyle and might affect the spirits of the labourers it depends on .

if young people could choose to chew cocoa for instance..would they need whiskey or cocaine to keep out the cold? at least they would know what the bad stuff was made from and that, for example, the coca leaf is scientifically reputed to be the most nutritious plant in the world for the human metabolism. i believe it would cure a huge number of very serious illnesses. imagine what is must be like for the incredibly conscious and telepathic medicine man in la paz to know that his sacred plants are being used to destroy people rather than to help them. he must assume that it is the karma of colonialism taking revenge on those who devastated and polluted the americas. and of course, for those of you who want nothing to do with all this and who feel no need or who have transcended the need for medicinal plants there, waiting just for you is krishna, a plate of prasadam, maybe some chocolate and if you are very, very lucky, a blue morpho butterfly to lead you into eternity. so it was shiva, the greatest devotee of lord krishna who sent me off to find all this out and then when the i was finally trapped deep inside the walls of maya (illusion), half crippled and without good association they sent in the krishna cavalry to pull me out. hare krishna. thank you. i would also like to thank all the nice people in montezuma who were kind enough to stop and give me a ride up the hill to the butterfly gardens. i never had to walk it once. haribol.

Chapter 10
first i must apologise to the butterflies for up-staging them. i found one in a spider's web at last and it was a quite saddening experience. i squashed its' assassin but all the omens were pointing to the end of my stay in the butterfly gardens. and so it was. however i still have one, now quite big, blue morpho caterpillar with me in the temple in san jose so the story may actually be just beginning. we will see what happens to the chrysalis. meanwhile i have arrived at the constant conclusion to all my thoughts, actions and stories over the past thirty years.....cicumcision at birth is the cause of our extreme human predicament. i get quite tired of watching politicians and pundits making a good living out of discussing how to solve the world's problems without even getting close to the source, the root cause of all the gross materialistic thinking which has colonised, capitalised and polluted without mercy our beautiful planet. it is not enough to point to human nature, human nature is small scale, what we are looking at is an enormous and overwhelming wave of greed and disrespect for other tribes rights of occupation and a vicious lust to consume the wonderful and vast resources of mother earth with no care for the filth and contamination this causes. how did this come about? where we did lose the dignity and nobility of our human nature and allow ourselves to become part of the industrial diseases. before taking the enormous personal risk of being labelled a fanatic by laying all the blame at the feet of those who practice circumcision at birth, a custom which shocks me beyond belief, i must first do a little ground work and go beyond einstein to discuss time. there are two kinds of time. there is inside time and outside time. they are dimensions of reality in which beings live in this universe. to explain inside time i would give as an example a bird on a branch at sunset, his or her belly full of seeds or insects or fruit. perhaps the bird sings with the joy of the moment, perhaps to call his or her mate, perhaps he or she is taking a break from the nest and hunting, perhaps he or she is feeling the call of migration in the subtle changes of air and humidity, perhaps the bird is just meditating. whatever, the bird is inside time, inside the movements of the universe, the seasons, the pull of the planets and the moon. no clock or satellite navigation is necessary it is all built in. they just hear the call. outside time is where we are usually. especially in christianised lands. it is always tomorrow or yesterday..monday or sunday, easter or christmas,,the moon hardly gets noticed, the clocks are now a military 24 hour item and people are forced to work all night because it keeps costs down in factories etc. we grow up like this and so getting ourselves into the here and now is an extremely difficult proposition..some people chant their way back in, some use drugs, suicide,others adrenalin sports, reading etc. and many just accept the vibration of television as a way to forget themselves. but to be truly in the here and now is very very difficult and it will not last long as all around is the chaos and noise and violence and arguments of babylon. according to darwin's theory we used to be some kind of primate. in other words we used to be just like the bird on the branch, inside time not outside it. so what changed us? the closest i got to the answer to this question again came in the altiplano of bolivia eating san pedro mescalin cactus. the answer is everything is trying to become the opposite of what it is. the attraction of opposites. to explain i will paint a scenario of how god might have put consciousness into the universe in the medicinal plants so that we could find them and so know him and his secrets and take joy in this and create beautiful things in his or her name. a primate is being chased by wild dogs, to escape them it plunges into a huge grove of san pedro cactus which is a very tall many limbed plant. covered in scratches from the spines he is at least safe as the dogs have noses too sensitive to penetrate the prickly cactus grove. but they smell blood and are prepared to wait. the primate, hot from the chase, is thirsty and as time goes by he breaks the spines of the cactus, tears back the skin and chews on the moist, bitter green flesh. better than nothing. and here is where the miracle may first have occured, if we modern outside timers take hallucinogenic medicinal plants it is like a holiday from reality because all our senses take over and we become like children again..in the here and now..just looking at the internal moving forms of nature and the universe. and we forget about yesterday and tomorrow- the primate, on the other hand was already in this dimension so when he somehow forced himself to partake of this bitter plant maybe the effect was the opposite and he stepped outside time and suddenly noticed he had a hand. and looked at it and inspected it and himself and then he saw a stick and some stones and realised that he could throw those stones and defend himself with that stick. so he ate a little more green stuff, stood

up and started hurling rocks at the dogs. and from this small step human consciousness may have developed. this scenario may have occured in countless different forms all over the world as primates gathered and tested all kinds of plants, for they were originally vegetarian and their stomachs, with it's long intestine was simply not designed to eat meat. from these different medicinal plants sprang all kinds of civilisations and concepts of creation and high times and there must have been great joy in the world as people travelled and shared their distinct version with others. for me, still, the great joy in the world is anything beautiful from an authentic source made with love. over thirty years ago i went to california. i had met several extremly nice californians in southern spain and morocco. they taught me how to play frisbee and body surf (a sport i still consider to be of a very high level of consciouness), they were extremely well-spoken having an accent which i, as a then professional actor, considered to be one of the nicest i had ever heard. very relaxed, nice people. so i eventually got to californian only to find that most of the californians i was looking for had more or less left and the place was full of madness and crazy people like me looking for some kind of dream world. it was dangerous, full of vietnam veterans and, although tolerant, the business side of life was for me, raised on socialist england,completely shocking. people simply didn't count. violence was all around inside and outside and i received so many knives in the back i started to really wonder what was going on. these people were like me but there was something very different,something totally materialist. there was s street saying in america at the time..it went something like.."the jews own it, the italians run it for them, with a knife and only the blacks enjoy it because they don't feel guilty." then i stumbled across a magazine called the co-evolutionary quarterly and in it was an article by a then quite famous new english playright whose name i unfortunately forget, all about circumcision. i was very surprised to learn that, at the time, over 90 per cent of american males were circumcised at birth in hospitals as a matter of hygiene. for me the penny dropped. it really explained the whole thing, the whole mystery of the difference between me, a gentile, and all the people around me. i don't wish to upset my american friends but i have to say that over the years this knowledge has affected my whole life to the extent that i can almost tell a circumcised man 20 yards away just by the way he walks and the aura of his sexuality and his attitude spiritually and materially. it is different from mine as is a muslims'. simply different. taking into account the story of the incas about the placenta being a source of cosmic energy i think it must be made extremely clear to all the world that circumcising a new born male child is simply a criminal act. what about human rights? what about us being made in god's image? what about the terrifying and enormously shocking pain received by a new born being whose only need is motherly love, milk and quiet? they even used to do it without anaesthetics. who are these people? what gives them the right to inflict pain on a new being in such a way? the answer to this question may just be ..slaves. it is a way to make slaves. although many may transcend the shock for the majority it closes the third eye and so makes them totally materialist in their thinking. it separates them from mother nature and the sweetness and softenss of feminity and the caring for the earth. the muslims circumcise their male offspring at a later date when the boy, at least can understand and has learn to tolerate pain and know why it is being done. it is a desert practice. and who am i to tell those who live in the desert how to live? i come from england where it is cold and wet and we need all the cover we can get. i personally don't like the effect it has on them..i feel it makes their sexuality somewhat pornographic but that is just my feeling and no reason for war. so why is it that the world has been plagued with this endless middle eastern trouble for so many thousands of years? a trouble which has now reached into the farthest corners of the world. it is because gentile and circumcised at birth people and circumcised at a later date people are simply very different and these practices cause pain hate and the impossiblity of living close together because of the different social and sexual customs they generate. they simply cannot live together. they become violently jealous of their childrens' sexuality and safety at the hands of what they regard to be an alien and blasphemous race. in all these years of american involvement in this eternal war between jew and muslim i am surprised that not one journalist has cared to point out that probably the vast majority of american soldiers going into afganistan or iraq were circumcised at birth, just like jewish people. they have created a new slave army. william shakespeare, the great english poet,tried to warn his people in" the merchant of venice" of the

dangers ahead. of the cold-blooded nature of materialist business thinking and how to deal with it. but he failed. a few years later oliver cromwell basically killed all the long haired indians in england in the civil war, including the king. artillery was his secret, like napolean. afterwards he allowed the jewish people back into england where they had been forbidden since the 13th century. since then the english have been slaves in their own country, we even had a prime minister called disraeli, and we have been constantly used in foreign colonialist wars, press-ganged, industrialised, hoarded into uninhabitable concrete jungles and as one folk song reminds us "down from the green farmlands and from their loved ones marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons, they have gone where the forests of oak trees before, gone to be wasted in battle. (aopologies for not knowing the author's name) one of my missions is to be part of the process of bringing 10.000 years of peace to the planet so we can use all that money and man power to clean up the mess and make life comfortable for all. the earth is so abundant its incredible that there is so much hunger and so much stupid self indulgent luxury and waste in movieland. israel....may i speak for all the indigenous tribes of europe and the americas.and everywhere-----.we are so glad you have got your land back after so many thousands of years or struggle but please, please can we have our lands back now? we can on all the muslims and jewish people to lay down their arms for the sake of peace and for all the other tribes of the world who have been dragged into this awful armageddon headed history. please leave us alone. the hare krishna movement was born out of a social revolution of mass kirtan chanting introduced by lord caitanya mahaprabu as one way to prevent the muslim destruction of the hindu religion. it occured in the 15th century and is still going on. the british invasion of india was also part of the process of curtailing the effects of the muslim invasion and this may have been the result again of the jewish people in england confronting muslim expansion. god, as we all know, works in mysterious ways and there is still the attraction of opposites..like magnets. it was krishna who came to help me in my personal struggles against babylon and i thank all devotees for their tolerance. who better to advance the cause of the indigenous people worldwide? send all that war money to them. this book was written in costa rica. may all countries of the world take pleasure in visiting and finding out what it is like to live without the presence of any military forces. of course you must have very good police. and who is better at policing the people than the people themselves when they live under good, honest government. all glories to sri gurudev. all glories to sri krishna and srimati radharani. all hugs and kisses to my daughter, luna. HARE KRISHNA MANY THANKS TO THE BUTTERFLY GURUS AND THE SARASWATI PRABUPADA GUAUDIYA MATH IN SAN JOSE san jose , waning moon. nov 2011 vrajaraja das