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There are some—indeed, most people—who think that bhakti (often crudely translated as “love” or “devotion”) can be applied to anyone: Śiva, Durgā, various demigods, fellow human beings, animals, or even to an impersonal nothingness and everythingness (viś Brahman, as some conceive it). I invite them to consider the actual meaning of the word bhakti, if they so wish. Here is a succinct illustration of what “bhakti” directed toward Māyā brings about, expressed through the voice

A new scripture has been discovered, firmly presented as a Vaishnava practical liberal, a buddy-warm Millennial/Gen Z practice. The name is >Do What You Wanna Do Tantra<. This book is magic, as are its instructions. They change and adjust as you go, and "What the hell! Anything goes!" The major premise of this Tantra is that all the instructions are pulled out of the Full Moon rays shining on a freshly used toilet somewhere between the New York suburbs and the left wings of

"You work hard or not work, whatever is destined to you, you'll get it. Therefore our energy should be utilized that mal-loka-kāmo mad-anugrahārthaḥ. The energy should be utilized how to please Kṛṣṇa. That should be done. Energy should be utilized for that purpose, not waste energy simply for a false hope that "I shall become happy. I shall do this. I shall do that. I shall make money like this. I . . ." "The story of the potter. The potter is planning. He has got few pots, a

"By speculating, you cannot understand God. That is not possible. He's so great, our speculating power is very poor. In Sanskrit there is a logical conclusion, Dr. Frog. A frog within the well. You know, well, a three-feet circumference, and there is a frog. Another frog friend comes and informs the frog in the well, "My dear friend, today I have seen a very big span of water, Pacific Ocean." So the frog in the well, he considers that Pacific Ocean may be four feet. "My water

The Decade-Old Newcomer There is a specific, tragic irony in the "seasoned" devotee who has spent thirty years in the movement only to develop a black belt in rationalizing away the Founder-Ācārya. We call it "contextualizing," but let’s call it what it is: The Sophomore Slump of the Soul. It is a bizarre misfortune to be buried under a mountain of offenses while holding a brahmin thread. You see it in the "intellectual" circles—members who have chanted millions of names but

Gaura Purnima 2026 In Nadia’s lanes where scholars shone, A brilliant boy would claim the throne. With logic sharp and verses fast, He left proud pundits in the past. They called him Nimai — bold and bright, A comet robed in learning’s light. He fenced with words, precise and grand, With scripture dancing in his hand. No argument could make him yield, He ruled the court, the class, the field. Yet hidden deep, beyond all fame, There burned a quiet, golden flame. For this was n

The trenches of the East grow cold, a story quickly traded, As headlines find a newer flame, the old ones’ colors faded. The meat grinder has shifted gears, the gears of greed and hate, While patriotism masks the hand that seals a nation’s fate. The Big Demon Heads are leaning back, they’re watching from the height, As humans tear at human flesh in a dark and brainless fight. They talk of help and sovereignty, of freedom and of pride, While counting up the quota of the souls

The idea that a guru is too "transcendental" to be affected by gender is an old trick. This particular brand of pseudo-spirituality traces back to Jagannātha Dāsa, a scholar who met Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu to present his own version of the Bhāgavatam —Odia Bhagabata. Mahāprabhu, unimpressed by his pride, sarcastically labeled him Ativādī—"too great." In his foolishness, Jagannātha Dāsa took it as a compliment. He eventually went so far as to tell Mahāprabhu, "You are Kṛṣṇa, a