An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

attle or a prisoner on death row being offered his last
meal. At least I knew it would be the last meat I ‘d eat
for a while. The next morning, we took a cab to the
airport. We had breakfast, and I boarded a flight to
Honolulu. Dave took a later flight back to L.A..
I phoned ahead and left a message on the temple's
answering machine asking them to have someone
pick me up at the airport. No one came. I took a
cab.
When I arrived, the temple president greeted
me. He said he sent Babhru to get me, but he was late.
He invited me into his office to talk. I told him
Prabhupad's instructions in dream was why I came.
"You can just stay here briefly ‘till Krishna's
appearance day. I called Rameshwar Maharaj, and he
said the only places you can go in the movement are
L.A. and New Vrindaban."
Rameswara Maharaja was the Governing Body
Commissioner for Honolulu, L.A., The Bhaktivedanta
Book Trust, etc., based in L.A. He came into the
movement as a hotshot salesman and worked his way
up to be one of the most powerful men in the movement.
"I'll go to L.A. At least I have friends there." I
lived in L.A. the previous year. I figured I could handle
that. They wanted me in a larger more secure center
where they could closely watch me and prevent
me from gaining influence. In New Vrindaban, I'd be
isolated on a remote farm where I experienced enemy
attacks in the past.
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