An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

loyalties would be divided between me and her guru
who I worked to undermine.
Sucitra was the only choice. She was a disciple
of Prabhupad, an astrologer, poet, actress, independent,
and eccentric. I needed an ally I could trust and
share intimacy with. She was attracted to me too.
When I announced my choice, the temple
authorities tried talking me out of it. They said she'd
be trouble. She was erratic. If I wanted a roller coaster
ride I could marry her, but if I wanted a smooth
peaceful marriage I should try one of the others.
I returned to Pittsburg. A few days later, I got a
call from Sucitra. "There's going to be a party here tonight.
Do you want to come?"
"I always like a good party. What's the occasion?"
"Bhaktipad's going away for a while, and we're
having a going away party."
"OK. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Radhanath drove me and tried talking me out
of seeing her the whole way. We came in by the back
road and went to Bhaktipad's house where the party
was. Sucitra wasn't there. Everyone doted over Bhaktipad
and said he was great. The big event was when
he stood on the front porch and threw cookies to
devotees on the lawn who eagerly scrambled for them
like dogs for a bone.
I went to the temple, which was the community
center. Sucitra was there with a couple of women
friends. We talked awhile. I said I needed a place to
stay and would like to stay with her. She said OK.
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