“My chanting is progressing slowly, but daily I push forward trying to break the chains of Maya.”
— Jared Race, inmate, El Dorado, TX
I was a lost soul wandering in this material world. I remember thinking, ‘I can’t find my way home.’ I didn’t really know the deep meaning of this, but that’s what I used to think as I would lie in bed suffering throughout the darkness of day and night. Though wanting help, needing it, searching for it for years, I had nearly given up my efforts to find assistance along the way. It was then, at my lowest point that I came into contact with Srila Prabhupada’s books.
Dear Srila Prabhupada,
All glories to Your Divine Grace! Please accept my highest respects and most humble prostrated obeisances in the transcendental dust which touches your soft and fragrant lotus feet.
Many years have passed since you first arrived in the West. It seems so much has changed. Not only here in the West but in all parts of the world. The conditions are worsening within this Iron Age of Kali. Many of us are growing even colder in conduct, much more emotionally disconnected, mentally disturbed and devoid of any desire to engage in loving devotional service to the Divine Couple Sri Sri Radhe-Syama.
By Bhakta Jason Matthews
Alone in a prison cell, I pray
for pure devotion to Krsna, night and day.
Purification of heart and mind
three gunas no longer to bind.