The music was rubbish and the club tacky but I was drunk enough to enjoy it. I had been in Kendal (Yorkshire) for nearly 2 months now training to become a scuba diving instructor and it hit me while at the bar. I missed the Hare Krishna devotee's. Bit of an awkward time to have an epiphany.
It was nice to see the devotee's again and I soon got a renewed taste for the chanting and the association of the small community of Krishna's in Cardiff.
To be able to talk of spiritual matters and mention the word God without worrying about being mocked or told to shut up was a breath of fresh air. My normal hang outs of clubs and parties tended not to suit in depth discussions on the nature of God, consciousness and the soul :)
Months passed in an eclectic mix of drunken hedonism and Krishna Conscious soul searching.
Leaving the house of the previous nights conquest I was depressed. This life was not for me. That was it, I had had enough. Yet here I was unable to break free of it.
I moved to Cardiff to be with the Hari's.
I am reminded this morning after a very nice couple of days in Swansea chanting with friends and devotee's from around Wales, of an old saying.
A single stick in a river will very quickly be smashed on the rocks and broken but if you bond many sticks together then nothing can break them along their journey.
Real friends matter, who we hang out with really does effect our state of Consciousness.
I can't wait for our meditation room to be ready so I can get back to chanting in the company of others.
