An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

it was. I was enchanted by the exotic beauty of the
place with its stone pavilions. After wandering for
some time, I finally found my way home.
The next day, I went to an old temple on the
outskirts of Vrindaban that I passed on the way into
town. It was deserted. Supposedly, the priests were
killed or driven off by robbers known as dacoits. Beautiful
peacocks sang and danced on its sandstone
walls.
Near by, I found a lake of the Jamuna River
where I swam. It was Akrur Ghat where the great
devotee Akrur was said to experience a vision of
Krishna in the lake five thousand years ago. Krishna
Chaitanya stayed there on his visit to Brindaban some
five hundred years ago. I was thoroughly entranced
to be on the same ground where my mythical heros
walked. I lived the myth and immersed myself in it.
I walked in a forest where cuckoos sang in the
trees, cows wandered herded by young boys, and I
saw a gnu, which looks like a cross between a cow
and a deer. In many ways, to my mind and belief, life
here went on peacefully and quietly like five thousand
years ago when Radha-Krishna are said to have
incarnated and displayed their pastoral pastimes.
I joined the Krishna movement and came to
India for this sensation. I was the only Westerner in
town, and I fully experienced Radha-Krishna devotion
in its homeland. Although western influence was
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