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Ele quer apanhar a poeira dos pes de lotus das gopis e quer servi-las. Nesta hora Ele se torna Radha-Kanta, Madana Mohana, Syamasundara e Radha-Ramana.Ninguem em Vraja-mandala aceitara Krsna como Parabrahma e mesmo Krsna se esquece disso. Ele pode pegar os restos de prasadam de Nanda Baba, Ele pode carregar as sandalias de Nanda Baba em sua cabeca, dancandoe gritar, "Tey, tey", e vira muito feliz ate Nanda Baba. Como um bebe, Ele nao consegue virar de lado. Ele pode criar tantos universos, mas em Vraja Ele nao tem poder algum para virar de lado e entao Yasoda se aproximara e rapidamente ira vira-Lo. Ele nao pode comer nada sozinho; ou seja, Mae Yasoda e Nanda Baba irao sustenta-Lo e alimenta-Lo. As vezes Ele sera derrotado por Sridama. Ele pode matar Kamsa, Jarasandha e todos os outros demonios, mas quando Elevem ate Sridama e luta com ele, Sridama pode Lhe derrotar numinstante. E, quando Ele e derrotado, Ele fica muito feliz. Ele sera derrotado ate mesmo pela gopis. Ele quis lutar com as gopis e imediatamente, em um instante, as gopis O derrotaram e Ele ficou muito feliz.
Krsna, entao, habilmente reaparece e fala a elas sobre a natureza do amor.***A narrativa tem seu apice com o inicio da danca da Rasa. As Gopis se dao as maos, formando um grande circulo. Por um arranjo divino, Krsna danca com todas as donzelas de uma unica vez, e, ainda assim, cada uma acredita ser a unica a dancar com Ele. O amor supremo alcanca agora sua maxima perfeicao expressiva atraves da inebriante danca, que segue noite a dentre acompanhada das mais belas cancoes, no cenario divino da rasa-lila. Cansados depois de tanto dancarem, Krsna e as Gopis se refrescam no rio. Entao, um tanto relutantes, as vaqueirinhas retornam para suas casas.***A rasa-lila e um acontecimento espiritual, e as trocas amorosas entre Deus, como Krsna, e aqueles Seus associados mais intimos, constitui o mais puro amor espiritual. Para garantir que sua abordagem ao texto sagrado em questao seja autorizada, Garuda Dasa recorre exclusivamente aos trabalhos dos grandes santos dentro da sucessao discipular do Senhor Caitanya. Ele tomou por objetivo presentear os leitores com uma imagem detalhada e deslumbrante do passatempo no qual o Senhor Krsna, o reservatorio de todo o prazer, encontra mais prazer em executar. A mim, suas traducoes e comentarios acerca do mais confidencial passatempo do Senhor Supremo sao plenamente bem sucedidos no que tange conduzir o leitor ao reino onde apenas o amor puro existe.Garuda Dasa diz: Eu comeco inteirando o leitor acerca de historias sagradas de amor em diversas culturas e sua funcao de expressar o amor por Deus. A Cancao de Salomao inspira seguidores das tradicoes misticas Judaica e Crista no ocidente a abrirem seus coracoes para as dimensoes de maior intimidade com Deus. De forma similar, a literatura puranica traz a rasa-lila que Srila Visvanatha Cakravarti Thakura, um filosofo Vaisnava, chama de a mais bela joia da coroa das atividades de Deus.Dentro dessas historias sagradas de amor, Garuda Dasa continua, as tradicoes religiosas apontam uma fase especifica do amor divino para terem como modelo para a pratica religiosa. Eu chamo a atencao para o fato de que as Gopis exibem todas as 8 fases de amor supremo que sao exibidas parcialmente em outras historias: despertar, ansiar, encontrar, entrar em conflito, separar, lamentar-se, reencontrar e regozijar pelo triunfo do amor. Para os Gaudiya Vaisnavas, a fase espiritual mais venerada e aquela em que se lamenta em separacao, ou vipralambha-seva, que encontra espaco no Gopi Gita (A Cancao das Gopis), no ato principal da rasa-lila.Outro filosofo santo, Jiva Gosvami, ainda adicionaria Garuda Dasa, apresenta outras consideracoes acerca do intenso sentimento de separacao das Gopis que para mim sao consideracoes realmente proprias de uma personalidade iluminada. Ele escreve, por exemplo, que o objetivo de Krsna se separar das Gopis e unicamente para aumentar o apego delas. Os versos do Gopi Gita recebem privilegiada atencao por parte dos seguidores do Senhor Caitanya enquanto eles descrevem a viraha bhakti, ou o amor da alma com saudades de Deus e a loucura divina que caracteriza tal sentimento. Essa loucura das donzelas de Vraja, como descrita no Bhagavatam, de alguma forma se torna
A Danca do Amor DivinoKrsnas Dance of Divine Lovepor Krsna Kanta Dasi Cont....da entrevista .....Traducao PoeticaGaruda Dasa falou um pouco tambem sobre o desafio de se traduzir essa obra prima do decimo canto do Bhagavatam, que seu antigo professor de sanscrito de Harvard chamou de o poema mais encantador jamais escrito.Eu descobri que os textos originais da rasa-lila em Sanscrito nao apenas possuem os ornamentos da poesia sanscrita (kavya), mas, em varios pontos, tambem estao em conformidade com as convencoes do drama indiano classico (natya). O primeiro verso, por exemplo, traz consigo diversos elementos dessas tradicoes, e eu me empenhei muito para sua traducao:Tento, aqui, transportar para o ingles alguns elementos da beleza poetica e dramatica do original enquanto mantenho uma traducao bem literal. Muitas paginas do livro foram dedicadas a apreciacao do valor literario e teologico deste primeiro verso.A nuance de erotismo da rasa-lila tanto atraiu quanto intimidou pensadores ao longo da historia. O irresistivel apelo sedutor e trazido pela postura das Gopis de se doarem de forma espontanea e plenamente destituida de egoismo a seu objeto de amor, Krsna. As Gopis sao o modelo perfeito para todo aquele que esta progredindo no caminho da bhakti-yoga, o caminho pelo qual se obtem Deus atraves do servico amoroso. Eu pedi a Garuda Dasa para que falasse um pouco sobre como essa lila esoterica e relevante para o movimento Hare Krsna atual.Embora a rasa-lila represente o que ha de mais elevado em termos de amor transcendental dentro da tradicao Vaisnava, ele comeca, ela e surpreendentemente relevante as praticas basicas na vida devocional de um iniciante. Por exemplo, o maha-mantra o mundialmente famoso mantra sagrado constituido de trinta e duas silabas Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare / Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare e a reencenacao da danca da rasa. Como eu trago em meu livro: O padrao de movimento de oito pares de nomes femininos [Hare] e masculinos [Krsna e Rama] de Deus podem ser observados no mantra. [...] Quando praticantes recitam o mantra repetidas vezes, os nomes divinos formam um padrao de som e movimento que reproduzem a troca amorosa que acontece entre os dancarinos masculinos e femininos na danca da Rasa [as varias vaqueiras com os varios Krsnas multiplicados]. Em seguida, trago que o mantra comeca e termina com nomes femininos, prendendo os nomes masculinos da mesma forma que as Gopis cercam Krsna em uma roda no inicio da danca da Rasa..Discuto tambem outros temas relevantes ao movimento Hare Krsna atual, como A Yoga Devocional Transcende a Morte, Limites Eticos e Amor Sem Limites, e a distincao entre o amor mundano e o empolgante amor por Deus no capitulo chamado Desvendando o Amor Devocional..Uma das principais mensagens do livro e que orgulho e amor nao se misturam. Quando as almas se tornam maculadas pelo orgulho, Deus desaparece. Quando nos colocamos, de alguma forma, superiores aos outros, quando nos comparamos aos outros e os julgamos, Deus simplesmente desaparece, assim como fez com as Gopis ao fim do primeiro capitulo da historia da rasa. Essa mensagem sobre como
estao de fora, e querem que todos desfrutem da danca do amor divino. As almas santas, os grandes devotos, sao aqueles que nos permitem entrarmos nas regioes mais confidenciais do amor supremo.Acredito poder afirmar, sem reservas, que o livro Dance of Divine Love, com sua cuidadosa apresentacao das confidencias trocas amorosas de Deus com Seus devotos, permitira a academicos e pessoas em geral a compreenderem o significado verdadeiro da rasa-lila, e ajudara na missao daqueles que anseiam em ver todas as almas espirituais avancando na vida devocional.
gosta de ser a crianca de um devoto. Como uma crianca amada por Yasoda, Ele e chamado de Yasodanandana, Krsna quer ser punido por Seu devoto pai e mae, por que todos servem a Ele e ninguem O castiga. Entao Ele sente prazer quando um devoto o puni. Este castigo e um servico a Krsna. Se Krsna sente prazer em ser castigado, entao a responsabilidade e levada para um devoto: "Tudo bem, Eu devo me tornar Seu pai e castigar Voce." Quando Krishna quer brigar, algum de Seus devotos se transformam em Hiranyakasipu e luta contra Ele. Por essa razao, se torne um associado de Krsna e desenvolva a Consciencia de Krsna.Yashoda-nandana, vraja-jana-ranjana. Krsna, a Suprema Personalidade de Deus, esta perambulando pelas margens do Rio Yamuna para agradar as gopis, os vaqueirinhos, os passaros, as bestas e os bezerros. Eles nao sao passaros, bestas, bezerros ou homens comuns. Eles estao no nivel mais elevado da auto-realizacao. Krita-punya-punjah - depois de muitas, muitas vidas eles conseguiram a posicao para brincar com Krsna.Nosso Movimento para a Consciencia de Krsna e tao benefico que todos podem ir para Krsnaloka e associar-se com Krsna como um amigo, como um servo, como um pai ou uma mae, e de inumeras outras maneiras. E Krsna e encantador para qualquer um destes propositos. Estes assuntos estao descritos amavelmente em nosso livro Ensinamentos do Senhor Caitanya.Krsna nao da um passo fora de Vrindavana. O Krsna original esta em Vrndavana. Tire vantagem destes livros, desta sabedoria, desta prasadam, e deste cantar.Seja feliz, e siga com Krsna.
constantemente durante a sua vida, depois de deixar o corpo regressara de volta ao Supremo para servir Sri Radha da mesma maneira na qual meditou durante sua vida, enquanto esteve as margens do Radha-kunda. A conclusao e isso para se manter nas margens do Radha-kunda e tomar banho la diariamente constitui a perfeicao mais alta de servico devocional. E uma posicao dificil para atingir, ate mesmo para os grandes sabios e devotos como Narada. Portanto, nao ha nenhum limite a gloria de Sri Radha-kunda. Servindo Radha-kunda, a pessoa pode adquirir uma oportunidade para se tornar assistente de Srimati Radharani, sob a orientacao eterna das gopis.
didn't like how they did the manicure. Yesterday those problems were solved.I found the BEST manicurist BY ACCIDENT. I swear that is how the best things usually happen. I was walking up the main avenue in town after one of my tutoring sessions and I decided to find a salon. The clouds were also very ominous and it had started to thunder a bit, so I decided I needed to find a salon, and FAST. I walked up the street about 5 blocks and I ran into a pretty simple looking salon, and the manicurist was just cleaning up her space. I asked if they had a slot and she said sure, come on in! When I asked the price do do just my hands (I was wearing closed toe shoes that day so doing a pedi was just a bad idea), she said $R8, and I got worried it was going to be terrible, but since it was starting to downpour I decided to stay.IT WAS THE BEST MANICURE EVER! She did it total Brazil style (check out this post that I remembered from a fellow blogger who is in Rio) meaning she managed to get rid of all my cuticle and excess dry dead skin around my nails (without me bleeding! a huge bonus!) ANNNND she slopped nail polish all over my finger. Brazilian manicurists do this because it helps to seal the paint around the nail (and yes, it works!). She was super nice and managed to clean off all of the excess nail polish even though the color was very dark. This is a big deal because for the most part, Brazilian nail polish remover sucks (note to self: bring back tons when I go to the States in June) and this is usually my biggest problem with Brazilian manicurists. They tend tend to miss spots and then I'm all irritated because I didn't notice it until I was already home, then I manage to screw up the whole manicure in my attempts to clean off the smudges... baah).Anyhow, I'm sold. Problem? It's way far from my house, but just a few blocks away from one of my clients, SOOOO, I think this will be my new Tuesday or Thursday afternoon activity. Nails! :)
I love that I understand what is in my food (for the most part). In the states I hate buying anything in a can, box or sealed and almost always opt for making it on my own. I read labels, all the time (a terrible and awesome habit I picked up from my high school/college sweetheart) and I won't even think about buying things if I don't understand one of the first ingredients and I refuse to buy it if theres all those crazy colorants and "artificial flavor" this and that. I really do try to lead a healthy lifestyle (with regards to foods) and by healthy I mean as few chemically altered and processed things as possible.This is where Brazil rules.I can grab almost any yogurt on the shelf and I understand EVERY ingredient. Butter is CREAM and SALT and cookies are normally just, well, sugar, flour and chocolateeeee! I love this. And High Fructose Corn Syrup?? Noone even knows what I'm talking about. Coca-Cola says SUGAR. Cereal says SUGAR. Things here are sweetened with SUGAR! Wow, who woulda thought!?I was at the store today and saw a new Nestle brand yogurt with "cereals." I decided to check it out and it's really just fruit pulp, natural yogurt, and all sorts of grains. I understand every single thing on the label from the first ingredient to the last. Result? I bought it and daaayyyuuum it's yummy.I love that I live in a culture that FOR REAL takes seriously eating naturally. Acai shakes are available on almost every corner (from LOCALLY PICKED ACAI TREES) made with milk from local cows and with all sorts of other yummy Amazon fruits and such. The only thing that isn't Amazon friendly is probably the peanuts that go in the shake, but I'm not sure if they are all imported or not. I have never heard of anyone growing peanuts nearby.Lastly, I love that I live in a place in which the government incentivizes planting trees. You can get tree saplings (is that the right word? like, baby trees?) for FREE every WEEK! All sorts of local trees, including Acai, palm trees and other LARGE fruit trees. We're trying to figure out where we want to plant some in our yard, even though we already have a ton of trees. You can never have too many! Well, actually, it was last last Saturday night, meaning the 24th of March. I was busy working (read: facebooking) and Humberto had gone out for a drink with a buddy of his when he came home with a smile on his face, "LETS GO OUT!?" and I jumped for joy. I love dancing. I especially love techno clubs. (Note: I suck at dancing. I always have since the famous Becky Dance was coined when I suggested a dance move for the Ace of Base Littles - the first and last dance troupe I was ever part of. I assume that you have already made the assumption that this dance troupe was based on top-charting hits of Ace of Base during
the 1990s, and yes, you were correct. Don't hate me. Also, don't ask me to do the Becky Dance for you as I may have an emotional breakdown remembering the torture that I was put through after that fateful day. I was kindly asked to step down from my position as secretary but then later re-installed after I wrote a letter to Ace of Base, thanks to their snail-mail address in Teen Beat magazine, about our group and how much we enjoyed their music. Of course we didn't ever receive a response from them, but I digress...)I quickly got myself dressed, slammed down a beer before heading out the door and we were off. After another drink and dinner (I'm in Brazil, so obviously we ate dinner at 11:30PM...) we made our way to the dance club. Ji-Parana is not renowned for it's dance clubs, nor should it be. There are only two that I would recommend you check out if you ever come to visit me, one being the Imperium and the other being the Parthenon. I know, they both are greek/roman references and I know it's pretty odd and I'm sure they are owned by the same person. Anyways...The evening was incredible. Usually in Ji-Parana, there is techno music for a bit, then a Brazilian Country Music Duo comes on stage for the next few hours and destroys the vibe of the location (unless you're already drunk, then it's awesome to square dance around the room in heels). However, this night was different. Instead of a live country duo, it was a LIVE SAXOPHONIST AND VOCALIST PERFORMING TECHNO DANCE MUSIC WITH A DJ. It was stellar. It was like Kenny G on ecstasy and I was enjoying every minute of it. We stayed until about 4:30, which was still early by Brazilian standards, but since I'm nearing 30, I was totally beat and I just remember giving money to the lady at the cash register and thinking really hard about how much she needed to give me back in change on my way out to pay my bill and then crashing, fully clothed and with full makeup in bed.Anyhow, to prove how awesome this night was, I thought I would upload this photo that was taken by one of those "now required in every single dance club" photographers that are probably the cause of a million and one breakups every year. QUICK! SMILE! I HOPE YOUR GIRLFRIEND DOSEN'T SEE THIS! YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO YOUR MOTHER'S HOUSE!Rosangela, Marcel (one of Humberto's friends from Orlando who lives in Ji-Parana), Humberto and I (and my vodka and Redbull that became just vodka after the Redbull ran out...)That was my last, last Saturday night! What about you?
So, we're nearing my one-year anniversary of finally getting all of my suitcases not only on the same side of the equator but finally in the same city after over 8 years of diving my life between Erie, Indiana, Puebla, Sarasota, Nashville, Sao Paulo and finally Ji-Parana. It's been an intense ride and it's finally starting to set in that I'm growing up, paying bills, starting a business and what? Now I'm freaking out.Anyhow, back in 2007, my car that my grandmother had sold me for $1 finally died. It was a 1992 Cavalier and I loved that car. I still would be driving it if it was in working condition. Too bad I sold it off to a guy who was into demolition derby and I'm sure its in millions of pieces now. My mother then helped me out by buying a car that only lasted another year (mainly because I was an idiot and drove too fast in the crazy heat for too long of a period of time without checking the engine coolant or oil levels--I don't need to elaborate on the fate of said car.) I then decided to be eco-friendly and get around by bike, bus and my beautiful friends who had automobiles. Also, it is important to point out that these cars were both automatic. Which leads me to my big huge problem having moved to Brazil.I can't drive a freaking stick.This is essential because automatic cars are extremely expensive here. I'm so sick and tired of hearing, "It's SOOOO easy!" "Come on Becky! It's simple!" It's not. It's not because I am terrified of the car dying, meaning my feet start to shake so bad that I can't figure out if I'm on the clutch, the break or the gas or on a pedal at all. My first solo experience led me to sliding backwards into a ditch and being pushed out by a few guys that I had swear they wouldn't tell ANYONE what had happened (luckily H didn't see and still doesn't know about that one... SHhhhhhhhhhh!) so you can imagine that didn't help me at all with dealing with this fear and frustration.After having many people who I love and care about (my husband, my brother in law, my husband's cousin's wife to name a few...) I decided to finally enroll in auto school. I'm just paying for two lessons at two hours each. We'll see how it goes. My plan is to drive drive drive until I get rid of my fear. I can change gears with no problem at all, I just 1) am terrified I'm going to hit the gas when I want the break 2) the car is going to die and 3) I'm going to put the car into the wrong gear and it's going to breakdown. I think 4 hours of straight driving with an instructor who I am not related to is going to be the best. Also, the fact the car isn't ours is going to help a lot, too, since I know I'm
not going to destroy an investment that we had made.I'm also terrified of driving because of the insane amount of traffic. Ji-Parana may be a small town but every single semi that comes from south or north of us comes barreling right through our town. One block from my house. In addition, Ji-Parana is the city with the most motorcycles per capita than any other city in Brazil and I am guessing that about 70% of them are uninsured, unlicensed drivers. This causes for a ton of headache for me because since I am a good law-abiding American I believe everyone should just freaking follow the rules. BUT when getting a driver's licence costs about R$1000 (or two months of minimum wage salary here) and takes 3 months of classes every day AND legally maintaining a vehicle incurs the yearly IPVA tax (which for our car was R$1000 this year) it makes sense that most people drive completely illegally. IPVA=Tax for Politicians to Travel by Plane Finally, as one of my professors and thesis advisors, Marshall Eakin says in his book, Brazil: The Once and Future Country, Brazilians are such big fans of Formula One, not just because of the famous Ayrton Senna, but because they simply think that all roads are Formula One race tracks. Lines mean nothing, stop lights mean nothing, speed limits (even when posted, when I have only seen one actual speed limit sign here in the city so far) mean nothing and of course, driving defensively simply doesn't even pass through the minds of the majority of the people here. It's all about driving offensively and I'm the most defensive driver in the world. So, wish me luck. Hopefully by next week I'll be able to listen to the following tune while I'm blazing down BR-364 in 5th gear. Oh wait, I won't be able to go past 3rd gear because of all the stupid pot holes.