From a letter sent me by Govinda Dasi
Posted on September 15, 2012
Filed under BVKS Sanga
Once in Boston in 1968, I was peeking in through the big old-fashioned
keyhole into Srila Prabhupada’s room. I was just checking to see if it
looked like he needed anything, as I would often check throughout the day.
But I didnt want to walk in and disturb him, as he was singing and enjoying
himself so much, singing the Srimad Bhagavatam slokas. So when I peered
inside, he was sitting alone, singing, with total absorption, facial
gestures, and hand movements, as if speaking before a large assembly.
As I continued to look, I felt like I was looking into another world, and
there were unseen beings congregated in his room, and hearing his exalted
teachings. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me that, “I have no idea who this
person really is…I am serving him daily, cooking cleaning, maintaining
the household and typing letters etc…but truly I have no idea who he
really is–or how great he really is.” It was an overwhelming realization
that has stuck with me all these years.
He truly is watching over things.