Had a wonderful day yesterday. (Every day is wonderful!)
The morning started off special – I stayed in bed…breakfast cereal…bed…made a sandwich…bath and then off to the west end. I had a thought of Krishna and wondered whether I should go and take part in their Sunday feast at their temple. Then I remembered that you need a voucher as evidence that you are a serious devotee. I guess they don’t want any old riff raff coming in just for a meal. You want food you’re going to have to sing for your supper. Hmmm! Tempting, extremely tempting. I went to browse in a bookshop instead.
I was drawn to David Icke’s books that talks about conspiracy theories, mind manipulation by the media and other organisations, ETs and aliens, right up my alley. Actually the man’s got a point. While I was reading, the name “Peter” jumped up at me. I don’t know anyone called Peter on a conscious level anyway so I dismissed the thought. I read for hours in the bookshop cum library and then had a thought that I should leave. I was going to get a bus somewhere but I figured why not take advantage of the sunny weather and walk down Oxford Street, the shopping centre of London? I did some window-shopping on the way. As I walked down I kept wondering what road to turn off. I saw a road called “Poland Street” but I had this thought “I’m not walking down there!” Hmmm! My reaction was way too illogical. I took a short cut through Soho Street and what do you know, I was going past the Hari Krishna Temple.
The restaurant looked very different from the last time I went; I nearly didn’t recognise it. A young man in front of the temple told me it was being refurbished. They had just finished their Kirtanas (praise songs to Krishna). He invited me into the restaurant to share prasadam (feast offered to Krishna) with him. I told him I didn’t have a voucher but he said it was fine. He crumpled his own voucher to put me at ease. We didn’t get asked for vouchers and we got some prasadam and settled down for a chat. We talked about our spiritual beliefs. I told him I used to go to the temple. He said he’d only just come to the UK from Poland. I smiled. So that’s why Poland Street had jumped out at me. My new friend took a beaded necklace from his neck and gave it to me, to remind me of Krishna. I thanked him.
Another devotee, an old friend, passed by. We had our usual banter.
Devotee: “How is God and Jesus doing?”
EJ: “God is good. How is Krishna?”
Devotee: “Good. Hari Krishna!”
We grinned at each other and he was off with a fellow devotee to have prasadam in the local park. In the meantime I chatted to my Polish friend for a while. I passed him details of a website he was interested in. Just before I left he asked me to pray for him. It was now making sense why we had met up.
Next, I decided to walk down to the poetry library which is open on Sundays. I saw an old acquaintance from university. I stopped him for a chat. We’d both studied media studies. He was now working for the media. He couldn’t remember my name. I told him what my name was at uni but that I’d changed it. He said his name was Peter at uni but had also changed it. Another mystery solved why I had thought of the name “Peter.”
On my bus journey home I sat upstairs. I put an intention out that I wanted to see evidence only of Inner Silence. The bus went through the City, which is the business centre of London. I admired a newly erected building in the middle of the City which has been affectionately named “The Gherkin.” It actually looks like one. Suddenly I heard a bang. There was a motorcyclist lying in an intersection and his motorcycle beside him. Aha, a perfect opportunity to see Inner Silence at work. I saw a perfect image of the motorcyclist in Mind. In Mind I “watched” him get up and he was perfectly OK. A few of us were standing up observing the scene. The motorcyclist got up and dusted his trousers down. A few passersby ran to his assistance. They helped him push his motorcycle to the pavement. Then our bus drove off.
Hope you’re having a good day, wherever in Paradise you find yourself.