"Spiritual Master", Guru, Covid-19 & Abundance

When I was younger I used to hitchhike.


I loved the lessons that strangers taught me.


I also didn't really care if I lived or died. So it wasn't too hard to be fearless.


Through some strange twists in the road, a random kirtan session at a cafe and the intervention of man whom I can't remember the name of anymore, I found myself at New Gokula farm in 2015. About two hours north and west of Sydney, Australia.


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The New Gokula Farm is a place where Krishna devotees go to live and work. Everything that is eaten is either produced at the farm or purchased by the Bhakti Café, everything that is grown is either for the café or for the devotees or cows.

Krishna, his love Radha, cows and peacocks. My kinda party.

Each morning we would milk the cows.


Every day we would pick the rows and rows of marigold flowers.


In the evenings we would make flower garlands that would be worn by the alters of Lord Krishna and his beloved Radha. His divine feminine. His expression of Shakti. And his greatest wealth.


The garlands were not always for the alters.


About a month into my time at the ashram we received news that a Spiritual Teacher would be coming...the devotees refer to their Krishna Conscious Spiritual Teachers as "Spiritual Masters"...so, I mean...obviously the word master carries a different kind of weight than the word teacher.


For the sake of focus, I am not going to dive into that...I'm just going to carry on using the word "spiritual teacher". This is the way I acknowledged this individual anyway, so it is the only relevant expression of this experience.


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My parents have always low-key worried that I would be the type to drink the proverbial "Kool-aid" throughout my wanderings around the world.


Heck, Lee and I were watching the infamous Tiger King when he turned and looked at me while the show unpacked the yoga-tiger-sister wife life of Doc "Mahamayavi Bhagavan" Antle.


"Would you have stayed there?" he asked me.


I laughed and then genuinely reflected on this.


"Yea, tough to say" I smiled back, "I mean, I wouldn't rule it out" I winked at him. I'm not saying that I would have stayed or not stayed. Its just impossible to say how it would have gone. Because it is not the way it went.


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While at New Gokula I grappled with the frustrations of trying to walk a path that was not what my soul was calling for.