The Name “Mayapuris”

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The kirtan movement was inaugurated in Mayapur, which lies along the banks of the Ganga in West Bengal, India. This special place is very close to our heart. My brother Bali and I studied and lived in the ashram there, Vish lived there with his family, and Vrinda was four the first time her parents brought her all the way from Sweden. Continue reading

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Unveiling the Mrdanga Drum

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The story behind our first official photoshoot is actually pretty funny. To see the entire picture story click on the link below. (Read along each photo so you get the full picture=)

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Profile Page: facebook.com/mayapuris

Fan Page: facebook.com/The Mayapuris

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Going AWOL

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Pictures by: Jivi

Just the week before Radhastami we were in Vancouver celebrating Sri Krsna Janamstami, which was a wonderful experience. But we couldn’t stop thinking about New Ramann Reti and our beautiful Village of Vrndavan that is organized by the Older Generation of Youth. (Shout out toall of you beautiful Vaishnavas). Everything worked out because Gauravani left with his crew to England for Janamastami so…we bought tickets back home and ditched the Mantralogy tour so we wouldn’t miss our Radhastami Festival.

We are able to share with you our Radhastami performance because of our dear friend Jivana. She catches the best moments.

(More photos of the performance will be released on our upcoming Mayapuris Facebook Page…its in the works)

Opening ActMrdanga Pranam

Residents of New Raman Reti

In Trance

Absorbed"HAAAA!"

Ganga

Dance Dance DanceStir it Up

Kirtan High

Prem se BoleWhat'd he say?

Our Stomping Grounds

Radha Shyamasundara

We don’t have a clue when we’re returning home, but when it comes, it’s gonna be sweet :)

Jai Jai Shriii Raaaadddhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

SHYAM!!!

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The Day after Bhakti-Fest – Workshop with Saul David Raye

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After pretty much going non-stop since Thursday at Bhakti-fest, I wasn’t quite prepared for Saul’s Monday morning workshop. I woke up with a frown “No! Not another thing to do!” at the thought of yet more interactions with the world…Fortunately, Vish and Kish were operating on their usual level of characteristic enthusiasm. As we walked from our lodge to the yoga hall, I noticed that there was a new stillness in the air, only a few people lingered, and the usually scorching rays of the sun were gentle.

We arrived not knowing what to expect, only that we would back-up Saul in whatever way he wanted. Saul had gathered quite an ensemble on the small stage: Momo from Morroco on guitar, Haribol Baba on djembe, Matthew on trap-set, Fantuzzi (the famous rocker), and a super talented cello-player.

Going with his intuition, or perhaps his experience with workshops directly after a major bash, Saul was gentle and meditative, speaking in a soothing voice. Through his words, Saul created a space where each person was encouraged to be free and do spontaneously whatever his or her body asked. There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief; it wasn’t just me, many of the eighty or so people here were overwhelmed by the eventful weekend. Intermittently, one, two, or three of the attendees felt comfortable enough to let their tears flow freely.

I imagine that these tears burst forth from different sources; some were tears of anxiety, over-stimulation, or plain tiredness. Others were tears of purification, coming from a deep place in their heart, where the profound spiritual vibrations of kirtan had touched. There was a need to journey inwards and see what transformations may have happened during three and a half days of kirtan, and Saul provided the framework. All along the way, Vish facilitated the journey, singing soft Radhe-bhajans, reciting mantras, while Kish played flute or mridunga. The rest of our orchestra supported them beautifully. About half way through the three-hour workshop, Vis built his music up to a crescendo; Kish was a madman on the Mridunga, and everyone raised their hands to the sky calling out to Radhe, Radhe!

Then Saul turned to me and asked if I wanted to speak or channel some energy. I hesitated. Migosh, do I know how to channel energy? The day before in Shiva’s class, a lady came up to me and commented, “Amazing energy work, you channel lots of energies through your dance.” I was puzzled but intrigued by the comment because I haven’t thought of dance in those terms. Aside from that, I hadn’t expected to be on spot, so to say, the eyes of eighty people on me. But after a little deliberation, I felt something blossom. What I needed most at that moment was to be grounded, to really feel earth, the mother, beneath me. So I began to guide the class through an extended Bhoomi-pranam, Salute to the Earth.

This is the salute we use in Bharat Natyam, classical Indian dance, before we start dancing and also when we end. It’s really a prayer for permission or an act of gratitude directed to mother earth for all the dancing, stomping we do on her. Vish chanted mantras for peace on earth, and prosperity to all, improvising on the spot and modifying his music to fit in with the impromptu Bhoomi-pranam.

While I’m new to going with the flow this way, Vish, Kish, and Saul are seasoned warriors. This is what they do, show up for a workshop with little idea of its content, and then pull it off with so much charisma, creating just the right mood and space with the kirtan and the spoken word. At the very end, upon Saul’s requ est, Vish and Kish led the group out of the hall with a harinam, singing the lord’s names together.

I stayed inside talking to Tess Yong, my new friend, but couldn’t help but notice that by the looks of the crowd dancing and chanting with abandon, the people were completely invigorated, including myself. Gone with the wind were earlier feelings of being drained and overwhelmed. The sun was shining beautifully and all the faces around me as well.

That’s the power of a sacred space infused with the holy names.

Radhe-Shyam!

Vrinda

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Mayapuris interview with RockOm.net