09 Mar A Word From the Blogger Redux
So It Happens hasn’t happened for a while—if the span of half a dozen years counts as a “while.” Time enough for a child to go from birth to first grade, anyway.
That’s the first-grader’s whole life; it’s just a bit over a tenth of mine. That little span had not been so eventful. I did have an edifying close encounter with Mr. Death: relatively minor surgery induced septic shock the next morning, so instead of going home I went into intensive care. In any event, as you can tell, I didn’t die.
Two years ago, a short, but carefully researched, book of mine, Śrīla Prabhupāda: The Founder-Ācārya of ISKCON, was published by the GBC Press and endorsed as “A GBC Foundational Document.”
Encouraged by such results, and wanting to take advantage of what Śrīla Prabhupāda called “the fag end of life,” I was able to resign from all management and mismanagement responsibilities in ISKCON.
Following that, my living conditions had become somewhat unsettled and unsettling, but now they seem to be getting settled up. And so I can finally turn to writing, hoping to follow in the footsteps of Śrīla Prabhupāda, who wrote in a letter to Kīrtika dāsi on February 16, 1972:
I am always very much encouraged to hear from my disciples and to reply them, but now I am old man and I have inclination for philosophy and translating, and if all day and night I am reading and answering and signing letters then I cannot utilize this, the fag-end of my life, to give you so many nice literatures like the Vedas, Upanisads, Puranas, Ramayana, Mahabharata, and other books in our own Gaudiya line, like Rupa Goswami, Sanatana Goswami, Visvanatha Cakravarti and others. So if the GBC which I have appointed for this task will kindly now assist me in this way, by handling very expertly and with all good consideration all matters of managing, I shall devote my full time to giving you further nice books.