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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Monday, July 14, 2014


“And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel
to preach unto all them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred,
and tongue, and people, Saying in a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to Him;
for the hour of His judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and
earth, and the sea, and the fountains of water”.

His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada flew all over this world doing exactly what this verse describes. He came to America, and brought us the everlasting gospel, that has outlived all forms of scripture known to mankind. The Sanskrit language was the original language of this planet, before the fall of the tower of Babylon, when we all spoke one tongue.





Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Human Race

In times before the Human Race
There was peace by Krishna's Grace.
Then God created the heavenly man
And then his woman to embrace
And populate the Human Race

A goal was set then for this race
To pass beyond the edge of space.
This prize was good and oh so fine
Enticing all of human kind
To set their eyes upon God's face
And live eternal in His grace

That alone was best of all
In fact I'd say it was a ball
To be behind this Heavenly Wall
And palace hall of stones and chain
The golden type that should remain
Beneath the ground from whence it came
For simple monetary gain

The race for this became insane
For men who saw the golden chain
And knew the power of the brain
Could multiply our race again
And conquer all in their domain
The conquest was the human brain

To manipulate the Human Race
Or those who sought to see God's face
By sounds supplied at speeds of light
Through waves that travel in the night
Reflecting off their main delight
The golden laden caves at night.


In the emptiness that lies beyond
That flash within this space at night
Phosphates of iron and meteorite
Another conquest to be found
Far above this Heavenly Ground
Sometimes admitting quite a sound
Reverberating to the ground
Spinning everything around


Upon the road of Heaven bound
The guys and gals they're all around
Rocking to the fateful sound
Bouncing off the Holy Ground
Rock and Roll it was the sound
That set us off and Heaven Bound

According to this very sound
Reverberating to the ground
Bouncing all of us around
And rocking on the Holy Ground
Me myself and I were there
We're letting down our strands of hair
We're here and there and everywhere

In between the sights and sounds
Reverberating to the ground
Creating such an awesome sound
And rocking all of us around
While we wold dance on Holy Ground

Myself and I looked straight at me
The three of us a multiplicity
A simple seaman said to me
However can that ever be
A Multiplicity-of me

Some would call this reality
That is Me, Myself and I
I bet he has an alibi
And probably he is a spy
Me Myself and I