An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

I left and the president telephoned Rameswar.
He called me back to the office and informed me,
"Srila Rameswar says the only place you can go is
New Vrindaban. We'll pay your airfare. You can't stop
over at any other temples on the way."
"I'll think about it."
They perceived me as a threat to ISKCON and
its leaders. Being one of Bhaktivedanta Swami’s early
disciples with a reputation of being learned and well
spoken, I was a dangerous unknown element who
might upset the balance of power and cause devotees
to question the way things were run. I was always an
outspoken maverick.
I went to the park and threw the I Ching asking
advice what to do. It told me to enter the arena of sacrifice
at the proper time. With my undaunted attitude,
I’d make a strong impression. This was to be done as
a matter of course in dealing with family or community.
I felt like Jesus going to Jerusalem to face his
worst enemies in their stronghold. I went back into
the movement to throw the money changers out of
the temple. New Vrindaban was the most corrupt
temple in the movement. Jesus used a bull whip. I'd at
least need an Uzi. That wasn't a realistic choice for
me. I'd depend on Krishna, my personal power, ability
to speak and write, bare hands, and a couple of
knives for protection.
I needed to stay in Honolulu a few days. I went
to Waikiki where Gargamuni Maharaja set up a table
on the street to sell jewelry. He told me, "When I was
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