Rescuing the Lord

Last night, I had a dream about a local devotee turned drama player. She has previously acted in temple dramas, and in my dream she had become a famous stage player. I was excited to see her on stage at a local university campus. As I approached the campus I heard a loud, nagging cry in my mind. I could hear the voice, but it seemed no one else could perceive it. I wondered, "Who is that?" and the voice clearly replied, "Who do you think?"
It was the Lord's voice, and He had specific demands. First, He informed me that he was being neglected by the young devotee actress. He complained that since she had become popular and successful, she had started to neglect Him. He was in the form of a small marble stone statue and traveled alongside her as she toured. He mentioned, "She has a lover who gives her gifts of flowers, jewelry, and sweets, but she does not share any of it with Me. She could at least offer something to Me, anything. She does not bathe, dress, feed, or put me to rest. I am just a statute to her. I am cold, hungry, sleepy, and lonely. I am so exhausted and have not slept for days. Come get me and take me to your home."
Hearing of this regrettable behaviour, I wondered to myself if it was possible to express my concern to her in person. I reasoned that being an educated and cultured young woman, she would admit some shortcomings and rectify her negligence. I set off in search for her, and found her in the arms of her lover, desperately embracing, kissing passionately, and still in full costume backstage. Both were stage players, and apparently fell violently in love during their tour. On closer inspection, I noticed that her lover was not a man, but an actress dressed as the male protagonist. My first impression was that she so desperately sought immediate gratification that she had not bothered to remove her elaborate makeup and costume, feed her Krishna Deity, or even check on Him in the dressing room first. I heard Sri Krishna speak once more, "You see? I told you, she is only concerned for herself; she is selfish! Come get me, quickly, before she comes back!" I finally relented and followed His directions toward the dressing rooms. After winding my way through the halls, I found her dressing room, there behind the unlocked door stood a small Krishna deity-- naked, alone, hungry, and dirty, very, very dirty. I snatched Him and instructed Him to hide in my handmade bag, and keep very quiet. He laughed at me and said, "You're the only one who can hear me, fool!" I woke up shortly after kidnapping Krishna, and escaping through the halls.
After analyzing the dream more carefully, I wonder how often I think of the Lord's well-being. The Lord does not need me to bath, feed, dress, or worship Him. He does not need my fruits, flowers, jewelry, or sweet offerings. He does not need my incense, ghee lamps, water, or ornate fans. He wants my love, devotion, affection, and attention. He cries out for me to look after Him. He mercifully gives me the opportunity to serve Him, without regard to my caste, creed, background, or social status.
He is never concerned with our bodies, but intends to pervade our minds, hearts, and souls. I wonder, regrettably, how negligent I am of Him in my daily worship. I wonder if the devotee actress is rather a representation of me. Having plenty of admirers and sensual pleasures abound, have I forgotten the Lord? Am I neglecting Him? Is he begging me to rescue Him from a lonely existence?

Mild Euphoria

So, I'm feeling better, I wanted to let everyone know that I haven't died or dropped off the face of the Earth. I've been working on the scarf and making a gauge swatch for a possible new project. (I plan to photograph other projects, Deities, outfits, etc. to accompany any updates soon.) Today I was energetic and healthy enough to assist Chandaneswar prabhu in his service to Sri Sri Radha Kalachandji, afternoon waking and feeding the Lords. Krishna Chandra and I transferred the prasadam, washed the Lord's offering plates and cleaned up while Chandaneswar prabhu did the arati. After we came home, Krishna Chandra and I had a good old-fashioned pillow fight and played hide-and-seek. When I was sufficiently exhausted, I reasoned with the boy but he cried and we watched a film on the laptop while I caught my breath. Krishna Chandra is reading my typing as I write.... he's eavesdropping. He's a great reader, he can read everything I write. EVERYTHING. I'm starting to think maybe it wasn't such a good idea to teach my baby to read. It's much harder to trick a four-year-old when they know how to read labels, instructions, manuals, signs, etc. I'm starting to realise why it's so important for The Man to keep our schools in shoddy condition; it helps to keep us down, ignorant and illiterate. Funny how Krishna Chandra has helped me come to this realisation. Something to think about, folks... just sayin'. Haribol, readers. Madri out.

Sri Sri Radha Madan Mohan

A few days ago, I had a very special dream about Sri Sri Radha Krishna deities. I know I've said it before but I'll tell you guys again, I don't usually have dreams about Radha Krishna so it is very rare for me. This particular dream was radically different from my other dreams in so many ways that I'm struck with wonder and awe as to how everything happened. For example, this dream was very quick, without a lot of vivid details and not as "lucid" as my other dreams regarding Sri Sri Radha Krishna; usually, I dream of worshiping Sri Sri Radha Krishna in my home with opulent paraphernalia and ornaments, They are always large white marble deities, approximately 24"-30" in height and They have no Names. In this dream, I was gifted a small set of Sri Sri Radha Krishna deities by a devotee; Their Lordships were approximately eight inches in height, possibly astadhatu--They were extremely effulgent, so much so that I struggled to take darshan at first glance. The devotee, a mid-twenty to thirties man, is holding the Deities in his arms and approaches me, he doesn't speak to me or even look at me and I never even bother to look at him but I can "hear" him say that Their Lordships have gone largely unattended and that he is hoping to find someone who will serve Them faithfully. I can't explain to you how I received this communication because the sound did not emanate from his external body, it was as if we communicated solely on a telepathic level... at the time this was only a minor, insignificant detail in the matter.
Meanwhile, I'm completely taken in by the beauty of Their Lordships, They have an exceptionally charming demeanor and charismatic air about Them. Their faces are full, round and chubby and They reminded me of Sri Sri Radha Damodar due to their very youthful appearance.


The awesome beauty of Their Lordships even rivaled that of Sri Sri Radha Damodar; due to Their sweet, smiling faces and enchanting eyes, one would fall immediately in love with Them and forget one's very life....
Sri Krishna had very chubby, dimpled, rosy cheeks and large locks of gorgeous, raven-black curls that swept gently across His lotus face while Sri Radha's bright reddish, lotus-petaled eyes, as effulgent as the full moon, accentuated the astounding beauty of Her round, moon-shaped face, even Her beautiful blushing cheeks resembled small, perfectly round, red apples. In the dream, I heard no external sound, as if the dream were on mute and I could only hear a voice that permeated the ether, the mind and subtle elements, it revealed the Names, "Sri Sri Radha Madan Mohan" and with that I accepted Their Most Delightful Lordships deep into the core of my heart.