An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

We drove to her trailer which was parked in
the woods near a creek. She asked if I wanted to go
into town or to the bar and get some beer. It was late,
and I said I didn't need any. I asked if she had any
smoke. She had a little hash that we smoked. Then we
made love most of the night and missed morning
worship the next day.
She was working on a video movie of the Ramayan,
an ancient Hindu scripture that devotees from
L.A. were shooting on the farm using Prabhupad's
Palace of Gold, as the demon's palace. Sucitra was an
actress and prop manager. I got a bit part playing a
courtier in the demon king's palace. Sucitra looked
beautiful in a long black wig. Her son Purnima
played a dwarf who entertained the king.
I spent a couple of weeks with her in the trailer.
We became the talk of the community. We would have
to get married or separate. She was on SSI and told
me she was crazy. I thought she didn't seem crazy--
just eccentric and Bohemian. We discussed marriage
and what we expected from each other. An agreement
was worked out, which she later broke.
We were married in the predawn outside the
temple by a priest who was also a heavy equipment
operator and previously was a symphony conductor.
It was a simple ceremony to say the least as befitting
our fallen position in the community.
The theatre group doing the movie was planning
a tour of Europe and India. They wanted me to
be their road manager. It sounded like an exciting opportunity
for Sucitra and I to work together.
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