What’s the use of being a good boy?
Believe it or not, I have been living in Iskcon Montreal for the last two weeks. I was asked last night to leave by two members of the temple committee. It was expected, but it may well have been my recent article that set the bombs exploding. I had no illusions that they would want to keep me around, even though I did, as promised, behave nicely and say nothing to anyone that would disturb their fragile faith. Now, however, that they have decided to call me an enemy in their midst, I almost feel obliged to oblige. I have been in and out of the family home for the past year, trying to come to some resolution about what to do with my life. Finally, in a kind of desperate act, I thought that I absolutely had to be in an atmosphere of Krishna consciousness. In completely innocent and good faith I came to the temple and asked for shelter. The devotees, to my surprise, said yes, but it was clear in a short while that some of the members of the administration were not ignorant of some of my ...