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The Hare Krishna Explosion!

It is a wonderful story, how His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada came to the United States in 1965 and established the Hare Krishna Movement in the Western world. Of course there are many books by disciples of Srila Prabhupada describing this time but there is one very special book, “The Hare Krishna Explosion” by Hayagriva dasa which stands supreme above all the other books describing this amazing achievement of Srila Prabhupada.

The Hare Krishna Explosion only deals with the four year period between 1966 and 1969 and it is the only book describing these amazing pastimes of Srlla Prabhupada which was actually written at the time. Hayagriva Prabhu wrote the first draft of the Hare Krishna Explosion in July 1969, just after Srila Prabhupada’s first visit to New Vrindavan. This is my favorite book which describing how Srila Prabhupada took the Krishna Consciousness Movement to the West and I was very sad that it has been out of print now for many, many years.

Fortunately The Hare Krishna Explosion is back in print now and you can get it at:

for only $6.95 [a 1960’s price!]

It is a very important historical book that contains dozens of black and white photographs from the time and it is simply a wonderful, ecstatic read. You will be transported back to the 1960s and will be able to personally experience the mood and feelings of the time and you will see the amazingly personal and loving way in which Srila Prabhupada deals with his disciples.

Anyhow I really recommend that you read this book and guarantee it will inspire you in Krishna consciousness….

For more information and to order the book please go to:

Chant Hare Krishna and be happy!

Madhudvisa dasa

 From the Introduction to “The Hare Krishna Explosion”

Who  was this great master called Srila Prabhupada, and what was he like? To answer this is to answer the question Arjuna asked Lord Krishna millennia ago:

“What are the symptoms of one whose consciousness is merged in transcendence? How does he speak and what is his language? How does he sit and how does he walk?

Prabhupada’s real identity defied analysis. I was surprised to learn that he had once been a pharmacist with a wife and children. Because worldly motives and passion never touched him, it was difficult to imagine him as a householder, as anything but the saffron-clad spiritual master, the paramahamsa floating over the world like a swan over water.

If you are drowning in the middle of the ocean, he said, “and someone throws you a rope, you do not stop to inquire, ‘O dear sir, why are you throwing me this rope? What is your name? What country are you from? Why are you here?’ No. The drowning man grabs the rope for dear life.”

Since we were all drowning few of us asked these questions, we grabbed the rope any way we could, assured of some ultimate victory in Vaikuntha, a faraway spiritual universe.

In the closing words of Bhagavad-gita:

“And wherever there is Krishna, the master of all mystics, and wherever there is Arjuna, the supreme archer, there will certainly be opulence, victory, extraordinary power and morality.”

And whenever there is Srila Prabhupada there will certainly be Lord Krishna.


Hayagriva Meets Srila Prabhupada

I first see him just after crossing the Bowery at Houston Street. As he passes before the iron-mesh fence of a playground, I distinctly glimpse the aura of saintliness. I watch him through the rushing traffic and stumbling derelicts.

He strolls almost jauntily down the sidewalk. He is an old man whom age has never touched. Aloof from the people and bustle about him, he walks proudly, independently, his hand in a cloth bead-bag. He wears the saffron robes of a sannyasi, and on his feet are quaint, pointed white shoes.

Only seven months ago I had seen many saffron-robed monks and holy men walking the dirt roads of Haridwar and Hrishikesh, and stopping beside the Ganges to bathe. For me that had been a futile journey to the mystic East in search of the all-knowing guru. But now what’s this?

I look again at the pointed white shoes. Did this man follow me all the way from North India? Or did he just suddenly descend from the clouds onto Manhattan sidewalks? I decide I must speak to him.

As I start across the street, trucks rumbling towards Holland Tunnel block him from my view. I look again to make sure that he is still there. Yes, he even appears to be aware of me. He has all the bearing of a great actor in a famous movie. I can’t think of what to say, but I approach him anyway.

We both stop at once. His sudden smile is moonlight in the grey July smog.

“Are you from India?” I ask stupidly.

“Oh yes,” he says, his eyes bright and expressive. Crosstown buses roar past, billowing exhaust like clouds of incense. I sense that his tranquility is fixed in something beyond the traffic roar. “And you?” he asks.

“I’m American,” I say, “but I just got back from Calcutta.”

“Achha! Calcutta!” Another smile. “I am coming from Calcutta. And you were liking India?”

“Yes, well, it’s… very different.”

“And Vrindavan? You have been to Vrindavan?”

“No,” I say. “Where’s that?”

“Near Mathura,” he says.

“I’m afraid not,” I say, not knowing either place. “I got sick and had to leave.”

A poor excuse, but I can think of nothing else. His large brown eyes sparkle. How old is he? His head is shaved, save for a few white hairs in back, and his complexion, golden Bengali, seems radiant against saffron robes. His presence evokes quiet ashrams nestled near the Himalayas, cows, bells, temples and holy rivers.

“But I like India,” I add. “I’m interested in Hindu philosophy. Someday I’ll go back.”

“You are living near here?” he asks.

“Two blocks down,” I point across Bowery. “Over on Mott Street.”

“Then we are neighbors,” he says. “I want to give some classes on Bhagavad-gita. I have this one place. I wonder if it is suitable. Maybe you can come and see?”

“Of course,” I say, and we turn and walk the half block to Second Avenue.

We stop before a small storefront between First and Second Streets, next door to a Mobil filling station, and across the street from the Red Star Bar and Gonzalez Funeral Home. Occupying half the ground floor of a four-story apartment building, the storefront had evidently served as a curio shop, for the words “Matchless Gifts” were painted over the front door.

Matchless Gifts.

I notice an announcement in the window: “Lectures on Bhagavad-gita. Monday, Wednesday and Friday. 7-9 p.m. A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami.”

So he’s a swami!

“This is a good area?” he asks.

“Oh yes,” I say. “It surely is.” Suddenly I feel sorry for the grandfatherly gentlemen so far from home, so helpless in such an alien metropolis. “I would like to hear your lectures,” I say.

“Then you must come,” he says. Another moonlight smile.

“I have friends, too,” I add, “who might be interested.”

“Yes, very good. You must bring them.”

“I will. I promise. Monday evening…”

Chant Hare Krishna and be happy!

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5 Responses to The Hare Krishna Explosion!

  1. anak agung gede oka ramastra says:

    I am one of the symphatizers of khrisna devotees and still try to practice what have been instructed by lord himself .i do hope to succeed in mission of life through devotional service of the lord and get the full mercy from his divine grace srila prabhupada and all pure devotees in disciplic succession. Hare khrisna!

  2. Dr. nisha says:

    i am conscious now.. i am krishna conscious.. i have surrendered ..chanting maha mantra gives me peace, and i can feel i am going away from the miseries of my life..everybody should practice it..everybody should know the absolute truth.. i am just about to finish reading Gita ji and i would like to help in any way so that more and more people can become krishna conscious and realize the superior energy of THE SUPEREME.
    Hare krishna.

  3. Chris Adams says:

    Hare Krishna, I am restarting or beginning my interest in Krishna Consciousness and have been reading the Gita and watching,listening to the Mahabharata. Krishna said to Arjuna that one must find a spiritual master. I feel that I will not be able to find one in my community and I am also weary of imposters. How should I go about this or should I not look and leave it to Krishna to guide me

    • Hare Krishna Chris

      Yes. We need a bona fide spiritual master to make any advancement in Krishna consciousness and most of the people currently advertising themselves as spiritual masters are imposters. And it is a great disaster if one accepts an imposter as his spiritual master.

      So my suggestion is that Srila Prabhupada is still with us, he continues to live in his transcendental books and his recorded lectures and the film and video recordings we have of him. So Srila Prabhupada is a pure devotee of Krishna and the most perfect spiritual master, and he is with us, all we have to do to get his personal association is to pick up his books and read them. So please make a program to read all of Srila Prabhupada’s books and put the instructions that you will find Srila Prabhupada giving you as you read into practice in your life and you will have the perfect spiritual master and will be able to make very rapid advancement in Krishna consciousness.

      Chant Hare Krishna and be happy!

      Madhudvisa dasa

  4. Bhn noushin says:

    All glories to srila prabhupad , all glories to gurudev

    Hare Krisna dear Madhudvisa das,

    Thank you for your all inspiring emails that you send me. Unfortunately I should inform you that i can not buy anything from Internet , because of our situation in my country . So I am very happy to hear about all these news in Krisna consciousness and your services also, and I think that my situation is also krisna’s mercy and I should Learn sth .
    Thank you again . Your emails are my hopes , when I open the page I just wonder if there’s any of them.
    So please don’t forget this little servant. Haribol, bhn noushin

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About the Author

My first contact with a Hare Krishna was a most merciful Mataji in Oxford Street, London who sold me a "Higher Taste" cook book in 1984 while I was on holidays there. I started seriously reading Srila Prabhupada's books in Australia 1985 and by 1986 Srila Prabhupada had convinced me "Krishna is the Supreme Personality of Godhead" and "we should surrender to Krishna."I joined the Hare Krishnas in Perth, Western Australia in 1986. Since then I have been chanting Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare/ Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare, reading and distributing Srila Prabhupada's books and preaching as much as I can.That's my life and full-time occupation now really. I like it more than anything I've ever experienced before. Srila Prabhupada's books are so amazing... Even after reading them all many times they're still fresh and new. They are truly transcendental!That's it really. Now I'm just hankering to once again see the world chant Hare Krishna, dance and feast and float away in the ecstasy of Lord Caitanya's Sankirtana movement as it did in Srila Prabhupada's physical presence. Let the whole world drown in the ecstatic flood of love of Krishna!

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