Celebrating Our Volunteers!

Celebrating Our Volunteers!
Aindavi Devi Dasi: Most visitors to New Govardhana remark what a vibrant and beautiful place it is. They are impressed with the many happy, engaged visitors from Krishna Village dotted all over the farm. Well, quite frankly, so are we!

The New Govardhana goshalla team is expanding!

The New Govardhana goshalla team is expanding!
Karunamayi dasi: Over recent years the team has been stretching itself, but with new enthusiastic devotees gaining interest and taking on different services within the program, it is certainly an exciting time for cow seva.

Interview with Mandali-Kishori Devi Dasi

Interview with Mandali-Kishori Devi Dasi.
Q: How did you first come into contact with ISKCON?
MK: I met a book distributer three years ago in Cape Town while on a family holiday. When I returned to New Zealand, I started university in Wellington where I began visiting Bhakti Lounge, ISKCON’s outreach center there.

Krishna’s Fascination

Krishna’s Fascination.
By Sacinandana Swami: Krishna is fascinated with the land and people of Vrindavan.
The Bhagavatam says (10.1.28): “The city and district of Mathura,” Vrindavan is part of that, “are very intimately connected with Krishna, for Lord Krishna lives there eternally.”Nityam sannihito harihi – He is there eternally.

Saved from the Clutches of Maya

Hare KrishnaBy Danavira Goswami

In college my motto was “Success,” and my main ambition was simply to enjoy life. My grandfather had confided once to me that “Money is God.” I wasn’t sure about that, but neither was I sure about God. I evolved to agnosticism. One warm Friday evening, June 9 1970, as I strolled through the campus village, I heard someone call my name. I looked around and didn’t see anyone I knew. Continuing on my way, I heard someone call again. I focused on the only possible source of the sound a saffron-robed, shaven-headed, bespectacled man about my age standing alone between a restaurant and a cinema. Somewhat startled, I answered, “Yes?” to which he replied, “Don’t you recognise me?” Straining to get a closer look, I realised who it was. “Beard! Beard, is that you?” I cried. “It’s me,” he said reassuringly. Bob Searight was his real name; Beard was the nickname he’d caught during his volleyball career at UCLA for sporting an extraordinary long black beard. I had just completed my third year, and he had graduated the year before in engineering. His way of life had been awfully similar to mine; in fact, I had last seen him six months before at the beach with two girlfriends. “What in the world happened to you?” I asked. “I joined the Hare Krishna movement three months ago,” he said. “My God, I don’t believe it!” I responded candidly. Continue reading