Jagadguru shree kripalu ji maharaj

A beautiful description Jagadguru Shri Kripalu Ji Maharaj (or Shri Maharaj Ji) follows this introduction. It is a faithful and touching description of his amazing life. Shri Maharaj Ji is, truly, a form of divine love. His natural scholarliness inspires trust in even the greatest intellectuals, and his love, grace and compassion melt the heart and inspire dev. His satsang is divinely exhilarating and unbelievably joy-giving. Every association with him is like being in the company of your dearest friend who is urging you every moment both from within and without to go closer, closer, closer to God.

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Krishna the Butter Thief

There he is, my beautiful baby Krishna. Doesn't he look sweet? Sometimes I wonder how such an innocent-looking child could get into so much mischief.
Of course, to some he is not simply a child, but a poweful god, the eighth avatar of Vishnu, in fact. To me though he will always be my little boy.

However, I am not actually Krishna's birth mother. That honor belongs to Queen Devaki, wife of Vasudeva. Krishna was born while the couple were imprisoned by Devaki's evil brother Kamsa, who was determined to kill all of Devaki's children because of a prophecy that said her eighth child would destroy him. To save this avatar from the fate of his elder siblings, Vishnu helped Vasudeva carry the infant from his parents' prison to the home of his foster parents.

I am Yasoda, the wife of Nanda, king of the cowherders, and chosen foster-mother of Krishna.
Raising a god-child was not as easy as it sounds. 'Why, Yasoda,' you might say, 'surely Krishna was a perfectly behaved boy, a model for other children. We would expect nothing less from a god.'
But Krishna did anything but follow expectations.

Before he could walk and talk (which, being a god, he did very early), he was getting into mischief. His favorite question was "why?" or, more often, "why not?" He made no distinction between "no, you may not" and "yes, please do!" Given the amount of trouble he was always in, his motto might have been "Easier to ask forgiveness rather than permission."
One particular instance stands out in my mind.

It was getting to be early afternoon, and being a normal boy with a normal boy's appetite, Krishna was pestering me for a snack. At the moment I was very busy churning butter, and I was at a delicate stage in the process where I could not stop to take care of him. Besides, as I told him, he had had a snack only an hour ago, so he could very well wait for dinner.

The butter churning made me absent-minded, or I would have become suspicious of the good grace with which he accepted the refusal. His usual modus operandi was to throw a temper tantrum. Unfortunately I was so preoccupied that I did not notice the angelic face which he only wears when he is brewing some particular mischief.

Grateful when he sauntered away, I returned to churning, only to be shocked a moment later by a loud commotion coming from the yard. I rushed outside, only to find what I feared: somone had let the young goats out of their pen. They were running wild around the yard, crushing the garden, eating clothes from the line, and generally wreaking havoc. It took me a full hour to catch and return them all to the pen.


Finally, sweaty, tired, and more than a little irritated, I returned to the kitchen...to find Krishna, on the floor, with his hands in the jar of freshly made butter, and a look of contentment on his face!


Not so innocent now, is he?
Well, of all the brazen things to do! After I had deliberately told him "no," too! God or no god, he had to be taught a lesson.
I tied him to a post in the kitchen, where he could watch me clean up the mess he had made. He squirmed and wriggled, but his protests fell on deaf ears. I think the worst part of the punishment was not actually being tied up, but having to smell the tantalizing aromas of the dinner being cooked and not being able to so much as lick a spoon!


Afterwards I was a little awed at my own daring. After all, Krishna is God, naughty or not. But every time I think about that butter...!
And I think a little punishment was good for him. He was beautifully behaved for a full three days, the longest stretch he had ever gone. (He made up for this by making his next misadventure truly spectacular, but my husband and I rejoiced in the peace while it lasted.)
And after all, even gods must learn that they can't always get what they want, don't you think?

Of course, it's impossible to stay angry with Krishna for long. One sunny smile from him and all was forgiven.
For that is the kind of person Krishna is-- stubborn and willful, yes, but so sweet and good-natured that one cannot help but love him.

Krishna,The Entrnal Lover .

TogeThey say that it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, and I can tell you from my experience that it is true.


My name is Radha, incarnation of Lakshmi, the consort of Vishnu, the most beautiful of the Gopi girls, and lover of Lord Krishna. I've often wondered at what point I fell in love with Krishna, and yet it occurs to me that there was not such point. It's not as though I woke up one day and realized I was in love with him. In fact, the transition from childhood friend to lover was so gradual and subtle that, looking back, I find I cannot remember a time when I did not love him. 



Krishna and I grew up together, and, as his mother Yasoda will tell you, we got into more than our fair share of trouble. He used to provoke me and I would tease him right back. We were a good match because of how we challenged and complemented each other at the same time.

But how can I describe to you our happiness in those days? The smallest things filled out lives with joy...the delights of holding hands as we walked in the fields, the stolen kisses in the arbor, playing and dancing together in the garden.


Together with the other gopis, that is, the cowherders, we danced the raas leela; Krishna played his flute, sang, and instructed us. We all became more pure and closer to His divine goodness by enjoying his company.

If our love seems perfect, that's because it is. You see, the connection between Krishna and me is more than just the bond between close friends and true lovers. Krishna and I are not really two separate people, but rather one and the same person. It is a difficult thing to comprehend, so don't worry if you don't understand it completely, but it goes something like this: Lord Krishna is, of course, all beauty, truth and goodness, and I am a female manifestation of those same qualities. I am not inferior to Him, but His equal in all things, because I am simply another aspect of His divinity. This makes sense if you understand that Krishna is so perfect that only He could love Himself as He deserves to be loved.

Unfortunately, true love does not necessarily lead to a happy ending. Of course being together forever was never our fate, since Krishna's karma led hm to a destiny as a king and conqueror, not a humble life of happiness with a simple gopi girl. We knew this, and so we had to keep our love secret, but it never stopped us. Even when I followed my parents' wishes and married another man, Krishna and I did not end our relationship. We had secret rendezvous in the forests, like the one you see below, where we were aided by my gopi friends.



I have been criticized for continuing my relationship with Krishna. Some have said I violated my marriage promises, calling me an adulteress, or even worse. I appeal to you; my defense is simple. How can anyone be blamed for loving Krishna, the Divine Lover? Loving Him is a way of life, not an affair but a pursuit and love of truth, goodnes, and perfection. If you had known Him as I did, you would understand and not blame me.
In the end, it was not my marriage but his karma that kept us apart. He left our village, found success as a warrior and power as a king, and another woman as a worthy consort.But I have my memories of him, and that is enough for me, as it would be for any woman. I told my story because I want you to remember Him as I knew Him, Krishna the Divine Lover. I trust that I will always be remembered as His first and true love, in his heart and, I hope, in your memories.
 

Udhav Gopi Sambad

udho! man na bhayo das bis
eka huto se gayo syama sanga ko avaradhe isa.
"O uddhava! we have only one mind and that is with shyamsundar(krishna).if we had many mind.then we could have used each one in different direction. and manage both devotion to god and world" but God was aware of fact that if each individual was to be given two mind.no one would able to fulfill the "mamekam shranam braj" ie.surrender to God alone.
to conclude surrender of mind alone to God.whatever the physical action be.now the question is what is the difficulty in surrender of mind?the only difficulty is that the mind has been attached to the material world since time immemorial and the attachment has become very firm.had the mind been nither attached to the world nor to God.then surrender would have been effortless.hence the first step is to detch the mind:this can be achived through an understanding of the reality of the world to god be possible.

Divinity heart

To explain the immedicay of instantly loving,maharajji kripalu had this story once there was a beggar who was a realized saint.He want to a house and was met at the door by a servant,"Oh,please give me something to eat and I'll give you a touchstone."The servent was very thought about the touchstone,"I 'll give this this to my boss; what will I do with it?" when his boss come he said,"Sir! Abeggar came for food and gave me this touchstone."the man angrily said," Fool! If he really had a touchstone, would he be begging for food ?" thinking it to be an ordinary stone, he disdanfully threw it. It struck some iron fittings on a window, which immediately turned to gold. the man saw then and woundered," How did those become yellow ? Oh.... it might be a touchstone!"He picked it up and touced it to other places,"This also turned to gold! This to !" Now the man hugged his servant." Hey ! who cares about my job ? Now I have a touchstone ! If I go to an iron factory I can convert everything to gold !" In the beginning ,when he thought the touchstone was just a stone , he threw it away. Now that he discovered its worth, he is lovingly attached to it. He didn't practice gelling, they happened immediately.

jagadguru upadhi

My Prayer

When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony---and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.