Abba Krishna Love Story Of Forgiveness Of Carnal Weakness In Boracay Part Four (4)

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Abba Krishna Love Story Of Forgiveness Of Carnal Weakness In Boracay Part Four (4)







AG bounded with sprightly hops across the fine grain mirage covering the descent to the surf on his bare feet seemingly electrified to giddiness by the close body encounter although accidental with Diane, the nanny of Natalia, whose cute looks and notable shapeliness were beginning to unravel in the ebullient sparkle of the sands cape and lazy seas surrounding Boracay. As he plummeted towards the water’s edge in physical form his spirit sagged with it as he blamed himself for the lapse of moral authority to be so unnerved and beguiled by the charms of a subordinate who served as the nanny of his beloved daughter no less. As a Congressman of the Republic he should take the lead in high principles and be above such sleazy indiscretions. AG reprimanded himself and swore to take a firm grip on his emotions with the help of prayer to the Abba Krishna, God the Father Almighty. He was raised as a devout Catholic and was proactive in the faith as part of his political devises which he felt uncomfortable with and so adopted a mild fusion by chanting the Maha Mantras to the Abba Krishna as an ecumenical concession.










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AG snared Ana on his arms, lifted and whirled her around in the ankle deep bubbly froth spraying silver splashes all around in overacted playfulness to make up for the niggling guilt. Natalia laughed at his antics as she sat half submerged while basking in the shallows. Ana who initially sported a long face with his approach got caught in the boisterous merrymaking and loosened up with giggles as she tapped him behind frantically to signal surrender and be let down. AG marveled at the radiant loveliness of his wife which gleamed in the sunlight as he held her up in the air. Everything about her, her long legs, her sculpted statuesque form, her vibrant personality, her regal bearing, and her stunning face sustained without wane his continuing fascination with her all throughout the married years. In the flush of the regained affection and spontaneous bonding with the love of his life, Ana, the ticklish forbidden visages of Diane got buried in the deepest recesses of his consciousness.
















Natalia got worn by the salty environs from the seawater but remained spunky to lead her parents inside the resort complex to swim in the fantasy pool shaped in cascading terraces which gave an illusion of flowing into the blue horizon. At six years old, Natalia was a swimming prodigy and jumped in ahead of her folks into the deep part. AG was off with the long pants in four seconds, sidestepping the customary wetting at the showers where a bold sign marked the spot, and dived in right behind Natalia comporting himself with his foresight to put on his swimwear in lieu of the usual jockey shorts. Ana braced to follow suit but detoured to a lounger to stash their stuff before plunging in. She was stopped by a page who asked if he was correct in assuming she was the Congressman’s wife. When she nodded, she was told of an urgent phone call which she could take in the dressing room because of her dripping condition. Ana called out to the bobbing head of AG who was then presently engaged in a low impact breast stroke while keeping a sharp eye out for the acrobatic Natalia who flipped like a dolphin in the deep.

AG rested on the side and craned his neck against the catch basin that formed a long tiled ditch around the undulating water. He closed his eyes momentarily and yawned ever thankful for the chance to unwind in this nirvana with his family close by his side. Natalia’s continuing chatter in the near distance reassured him that he could take a few seconds off to make time stand still in his mind. A big swish beside him alerted him to check it out. Apparently the swimmer took to the depths with smoothness and AG couldn’t make out who it was. He lazed back again only to be stirred to wakeful attention by the joined snickers of both Natalia and Diane, the nanny. The two swam to him while entwined like spiny jellyfish and enveloped him in their locked embrace while frolicking in the waves. AG felt both bodies rub against him and so he pinched Natalia lightly to tickle her for her avowed mischief which tickling Natalia passed on to Diane like a chain command and which Diane played forward by rubbing her caressing fingers over AG underneath the surface.

Natalia began to swim away and AG watched her trail unable to think or move because he felt bewitched, bothered, and bewildered by the pressing closeness of the tempting figure of Diane. AG could feel her thighs snuggling between his legs undetected from the surface while she hung on to his waist with the softest embrace while laughing with throaty sobs made more arousing by the flicking of her tongue on her inviting lips to swipe at the liquid particles. AG tried to turn to scan the direction of the dressing room for any sign of Ana. It was then that Diane naughtily pulled him down under the water to give him that teasing look that all sent across her daring infatuation with him in all secrecy as a bond between two people destined to be lovers.




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Diane went horizontal and slid to the depths to follow in Natalia’s wake. AG lifted his face above the water to resuscitate his lungs and his throbbing insides. He felt the pesky stirring inside his trunks and worried that the protuberance would be hard to hide and explain especially to Ana. He didn’t have to wait long because in the nick of the moment Ana came trudging towards him by the edge of the pool with tears in her eyes. She dropped a bombshell on him by saying that she had to fly back immediately on the first available plane to Manila to give succor to her best friend who was diagnosed with terminal cancer after a round of the annual medical check-up at the hospital. Ana swore to fly back to Boracay within two days to rejoin him in their week long sabbatical with Natalia.

AG was so confused to be able to react. Of course he commiserated with the plight of the poor best friend but the outlook seemed to him like a tug of war between loss and gain.











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Limitless Undying Love To Connect To The Father, The Abba Krishna, Is Mary’s Message At The Foot Of The Cross To Weather The Stormiest Tempest

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Limitless Undying Love To Connect To The Father, The Abba Krishna, Is Mary’s Message At The Foot Of The Cross On Calvary To Weather The Stormiest Tempest










Traffic heading home flows predictably without diversity. Pacing is uniform and routines suffer no disruption. The street scenarios happen sans distortion and basically replay the events of yesterday.

You wonder why nobody shares the curdling in your soul. Every fiber tearing apart inside you fails to match with the march of the outside world. The patterns fall into place on the surface repudiating the puzzle that stumps your being.

Turning into the yawning driveway is entering the mouth of the abyss in privacy once again. Festering anxiety is sonorous in your head but doesn’t play to be audible in public. Returning hero you’re not. The embittered wife can’t hope for a brown bag bearing a magic genie that you can open to make the problems go away with a sleight of hand.

The children tether on the ledge of hope and coax you to mumble “abracadabra” to bring back the state of enchantment they grew up with. Alas the waving of the wand dazzles the air with the same painful stars and not the happy ever after vindication of Disney tales.

Faced with a blank wall, you begin to grit with hate. Voices from afar and fear from the depths mix in a black tar to blind your eyes with rage. The faces of those you blame plaster the walls, the ceiling, and even the countenance of those you love. You must strike back at this conspiracy hatched to drown you in hopelessness. With the guns easily within reach, you find the last glint of control over runaway forces. Kill and be killed to stop the insane ticking of the clock gone awry.

Love binds us all opposite hatred which divides us. Our integration in spirit and consciousness with all of Creation by the Abba Krishna, the Father God, is pasted through the surrender of our fates in selfless abandon. In place of instincts for self preservation we put our total trust in oneness with the Abba Krishna and assume the blindness which faith bestows. We clutch at love and rise above all earthly tribulations because we are unaltered, unscathed, unbreakable, and unadulterated parts of the unchanging universe which is His Divine preserve and domain. The lapping of solar flares are unscripted and have lives of their own but nothing is changed in the wholeness even when they occur. The same holds true for you and me. We are affected in the disunited bottoms but are immune in the unified heights which are reached through love and by giving Glory to the Almighty Abba Krishna.

Take a flashback to prehistoric times in a cave buried by an avalanche from a whipping snowstorm. The Neanderthal growls at the end of his wits because the last embers are fading fast in the freezing tomb. The stock of food has run out the previous evening which is hard to keep track without the cycle of the sun and the moon visible in the sky. His last resort was to cling to limitless undying love for his family and the other cave dwellers.

And the early Christians of the catacombs who were fed to the lions in Lord Jesus Name; they met their death with a detachment borne from a cavalcade of limitless undying love in their hearts. Pain and agony ensnared their corporal forms but their consciousness flew free in the firmament to seek unity with the Glory of the Abba Krishna.

Pan the vision to the Blessed Virgin Mary at the foot of the crucified Lord Jesus atop Mt. Calvary in Golgotha. The suffering of a mother to witness first hand the torture and death of her son is a cut that penetrates beyond the mortal into the very bed of the psyche where grief can wound even thoughts and feelings. Her prayer was an offering of limitless undying love to teach us.

One of the three hundred firemen who kept on going up the stairway of the twin towers as the structure groaned and creaked with the break up of the metal supports at the core in falling dominoes. His family was far away from the scene as he rode the blazing inferno to his death in an effort to save lives in a last ditch defiance. His sacrifice was crowned by limitless undying love.

Believe it or not they all connect to you in the present time in all your desperation that comes with a dead end. The world did not stop revolving because of their singular tragedies. The past spun to the now, to be here with you in your own backyard, and to deliver the ball to your court. It’s now your move to play it forward to future generations.

Are you going to cop out, drop the ball, and destroy those around you and your own body with an eruption of hatred that only impacts the immediate environs? You must hurdle the obstacle that blocks your way immovably and fly over it with a leap of faith. If you can learn to love in the darkest pit of hell, the inspiration to rise will come to you from the Abba Krishna.

You are untouchable and indestructible if you renew your synergy with the universe with limitless undying love. You are an unshakeable part of it. Even as dust with the inevitable decomposition ushered by death you cannot be banished to oblivion because you are the indelible parcel of the whole. No upheaval can dismember you if you embrace your beginnings as a particle from the Creator. The Abba Krishna never changes and so do the multi dimensions which are bridged by this intangible energy called love to connect with Him finally in a glorious reunion.

Like the catch phrase in a blockbuster movie which becomes an accidental purveyor of Divine truth, the force is inside you and also with you. And as best typified by the leading lady in the same hit film, Mary’s innate goodness and beauty shines through the ages as the cynosure of the limitless undying love needed to connect and be One with the Most Holy Abba Krishna.

Across The Universe - The Kennedy Choir








LYRICS OF THE SONG ACROSS THE UNIVERSE BY JOHN, PAUL, GEORGE, AND RINGO









Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

An Abba Krishna Temple With Spires of The Cross, the Crescent, the Star of David, and Other Religious Emblems In the Heart of the Prayerful Gullies

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An Abba Krishna Temple With Spires of The Cross, the Crescent, the Star of David, and Other Religious Emblems In the Heart of the Prayerful Gullies of the Nature Blessed Province of Laguna.





Laguna province lies on the southern elbow of the tumultuous Metro Manila hub. Cross the last Metro city called Muntinlupa farther southward and you’ve ventured into Laguna territory. San Pedro, the first town, worms and sputters like any Metro enclave with snail paced traffic, swarming crowded streets, and brown smog.

The deeper you go, the scene quickly changes to the idyllic suburban winding roads. The trees and the shrubbery become lush. The wide open spaces take you far away from the tight intensity of busy city centers. The rolling hills in the distance and the verdant patchwork of elaborate man made landscapes with age worn rice paddies curry emotional combinations that all billow to a yearning to come home.

The air is fresh and so invigorating prompting one to drag in a heady lungful. You keep it longer inside and let bubble wisps escape in a leisurely playful release. The views wherever you turn and from vantage points offered by panel glass windows all please the eyes with natural wonders which are mostly intricate geo greenery formations.

The South Luzon Expressway propels so smoothly forward in a magic carpet ride. The glorious rush runs headlong into the bosom of the momentous rising landmark, Mount Makiling that guards with motherly vigilance the protected domains surrounding its wide girth. The centuries old legend of the beauty and splendor of Maria of the mystery mountain showers all around with fertile seedlings to make the orchids bloom forth, the fish jump in the lakes and rivers, and the corn and bananas grow to golden ripeness.

The people are disposed to smile and be warm even to interlopers because of the touch of paradise in their environs. The balance between earth and inhabitant dovetails in exact symbiotic compatibility leading each one to take and give care and affection to the other. Humanism is cooked by the benevolence of the environment. Inversely, the fattening of the fields is soiled by the attitudes of men.

Temples in the hearts of the people and the inviolate state of the expanse they live in is a gift returned to the Father as an offering of the righteous employ of His Divine Providence. The crusty promising stone left in the sun kissed corner was worked on with tender craft and benign vision to be the polished jewel that is the rich province of Laguna today.

And there eighty eight miles out of Manila on a seven hectare clearing amidst vanguards of tall willowy coconut trees in rapt attention, the dome of the Abba Krishna will rise to welcome all peoples of all faiths. Its crucible will silhouette against the reverent monumental backdrop offered by the holy mountain, Mt. Banahaw. A never drying stream of spring water meanders through the compound direct from the tributaries above the slopes.

Churches are exclusive, inhospitable, feigning with open arms that are calculated to stand you off at a proper distance. Most of the time, they are padlocked in fear of being looted for the precious antiques. The rituals cost money to participate in and you feel a cold eye train on you once you fail to drop some currency into the collection box. The learning you have to surmount to belong in them makes you feel like an ignoramus. The insiders strut about to spite your unworthiness like they were God’s favored adorers.

Such attitudes spawn enmity between religious faiths. They become contestants instead of collaborators. My God versus your God. It seems the Blessed Virgin Mary and the Lord Jesus Christ have become unwitting hostages inside the Churches to be ransomed with fund raising activities. The materialistic bent that has engulfed the outside realms has established a foothold in the echelons of the Rock of St. Peter.

The altars of the refuge of the Abba Krishna in Laguna will bear the ornaments pf different faiths. The Bible, the Koran, the Torah, and the Vedas plus all other religious scriptures of many different modes of worship of God will find their own special nook where they could be prominently displayed for all and sundry. No tributes will be asked to enter its hallowed halls and no stiff learning of the pompous ceremonies and dogmas tipped as profit earners will be mandatory as part of the initiation to membership.

Chanting Maha Mantras will be the entire length and breadth of the religious pomp therein. You only have to know three phrases to qualify as a devotee. They are:

Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, Abba Krishna.

Hare Krishna Maha Mantra - Prabhu

Hare Krishna - Erkin Koray

Melodious Maha Mantra - Titiksava Karunika das

Do You Dare To Be Brave And Believe In The Abba Krishna?

A carpet of white crosses in exact measured rows reaching the far limits blankets the verdant promontory. The overlook with a sweeping panorama of a new bustling metropolis with fast rising skyscrapers pays apt tribute to the dead who lay buried there.

Do you remember or did you even know it existed?

If not for the bravery and the sacrifice of the American soldiers who fought and died side by side with their Filipino allies, the bastion and climate of freedom that sustain economic growth and the advance of human institutions would not have been at all possible.

The relic of World War II used to play a central role when America was still mindful, thankful, worshipful, and proud of its heroic and stalwart role as a nation and as a people in shaping the destiny of a whole world by stoutly rising to contain and resolve a global conflagration..

It seems the graves sprouted the buildings. The seeds were the buried corpses and the buds that grew rose to be the high rise towers.

One of those buried there was named Paul. He was 21 years old and hailed from good ole Mississippi.

His only regret was that he couldn’t fight some more after his body got ripped apart. He wished he had more staying power so he could fly to the aid of his buddy who took his turn to face up to the worst torrent from hell.

He died in a faraway land among a strange people. He missed the Mississippi river deltas of his home. He longed for the frolicsome school houses and parks of his youth and the golden fields of wheat. Most of all he remembered with cutting poignancy the warmth and the love of his family. The fleeting replay in his memory of fresh baked biscuits and the Southern style fried chicken that his Mom always prepared for the family reunions benumbed him with a wisp of comfort against the pain of his mortal wounds.

He was afraid but he trudged relentlessly forward because he knew there was nobody else to do the job. He believed in freedom and the American ideals and held them sacred and non-negotiable. He lived for his country and stood proud of what it symbolized and what it had achieved in history. He was afraid but marshaled the courage to sally forth into the pangs of the most fearful violence you could ever imagine. He raised the courage because he believed in himself, in his country, in the will of his people, and the righteousness of his God. He died trembling with terror and besieged with unbelievable agony but clutched at the bravery from his heart and the pure faith instilled in it to finally embrace his fate.

He was so young not even in the prime of his life and was torn and snatched savagely from the potentials of the future that lay ahead. The girlfriend he was going to marry and the children he will nurture vanished in the tragic twist of destiny.

Dying in the mud of an unknown terrain, singed by the tropical heat, overrun by the alien insects and bugs from the frothy trenches, and ten thousand miles of ocean from home, he staked his own life, what little portion he held of it in the budding of his youth because there was nobody else to do it.

Think how much worse you can do than that with your financial crisis. Think how much more gruesome your life can sink down to that you must contemplate sheer cowardice and take your own life?

Do you dare to be brave like that young man and believe in yourself?

Do you dare to be brave like that young man and believe in your country and your people?

Do you dare to be brave to be brave like that young man and believe in God?

And if you say what for, the Abba Krishna beckons to the tall buildings.

Throwing a Hail Mary Pass into the Middle of the Field and Hoping Many Outstretched Arms Catch the Abba Krishna for a Touchdown in the Heart

Throwing a Hail Mary Pass into the Middle of the Field and Hoping Many Outstretched Arms Catch the Abba Krishna for a Touchdown in the Heart

It was heartwarming to see Capt. Chesley Sullenberger and the entire crew of the U.S. Airways flight that ditched into the freezing waters of the Hudson recently without loss of life or injury parade to midfield during Super Bowl 43. America is in such desperate search for a hero nowadays that even survivors of a plane crash become instant paragons of virtue. Doing your duty according to emergency drills and manuals is now the new heroism spin.

Don’t you think America has sunk so low that it now has a black man for a president? This after sixteen years of white chicanery which saw four terms divvied up between a dynastic buffoon, who ruled lacking the popular vote and a Kennedy styled sexual deviant, who escaped impeachment by a pubic whisker. Trillions of dollars are being thrown into the pyre which threatens to engulf the middle class heartland with the specter of homelessness. All of a sudden articles are planted in major media with a slant extolling the merits of home rentals over ownership.

And Bernard Madoff and all the Jewish sounding named Wall Street wise investment pied pipers have become quick convenient fall guys for a gargantuan iceberg hidden under the surface. The siphoning of the funds was a systematic worldwide looting masked by clouds of feeding frenzies on Ponzi schemes masqueraded as derivatives of debts, mortgages, and guarantees. The fuel as always in any kind of sting or scam is greed. This time it was cloaked with a veneer of financial technocracy.

Jennifer Hudson strained with all her heart to render the most touching rendition of the national anthem before a hopeful multitude. The camera panned to the football heavyweights primed for mayhem on the field as they saluted with their palms on their chests in reverence of Old Glory. Somehow it all came up empty. The loftiness of spirit and the impetus of real substance just weren’t there. All the hoopla cannot make up for it and even present a close enough replacement. Something of value and intangible has flown America’s coop.

Rock, pop, rap, etc. music, MP3’s, smart phones, micro computers, and electronic games and gizmos have wormed their way into the American psyche and overwhelmed it with pandemic tenacity and contagion. The consumer mentality is always on high red alert to be the first to own and flaunt the newest contraptions in the market. The mobs jostle and elbow each other in a rat race run by crazed materialistic zombies who trample religion, ideals, principles, and humanism in a bid to figure well in the great AMERICA SALE.

Don’t try to relearn anything. Don’t try to repudiate what is. Don’t try to break out from the mind conditioning. Just learn to chant the Maha Mantras as a simple good beginning. Don’t play into their trap by spewing fire and brimstone. Keep your peace and embrace the knowledge of the Abba Krishna in your heart. The Abba Krishna, faith, hope, Barack Obama, and the basic and innate goodness of Americans will triumph over megalomaniac conspiracy.

Hare Krishna Hare Rama Explained By Mahatma Ghanid, Guru of the Internet Ministry of the God Particle of Abba Krishna

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Hare Krishna Hare Rama Explained By Mahatma Ghanid, Guru of the Internet Ministry of the God Particle of Abba Krishna

The words are utterances in reverence of God. Calling out His Name and acknowledging His Almighty Presence in our daily lives pleases Him. The words have origins from ancient Sanskrit well before our Lord Jesus Christ. It is said that thousands of years before the birth of the Son of God in a manger in Galilee, God the Father made an earlier appearance in India as the Abba Krishna.

It is a little awkward to mutter Holy Almighty God the Father. It’s better to give Him a Holy Name that sounds personal and intimate. Abba Krishna is an apt common name that could be invoked in times of need just like an instant prayer. Chanting Hare Krishna Hare Rama which mean Christ the King, Heavenly King gives glory to God the Father. The short incantation is hummed like a mumbled supplication in our hearts that the Abba Krishna intervene for us in all our daily chores.

Our Lord Jesus Christ and the Blessed Virgin Mary are the two most popular intercessors that we call upon everyday. Their presences in the Churches are very manifest and in fact many places of worship are named after them. It is only proper to give prominence to God the Father as the Supreme One in His First Identity or Person. Associating Him with a Name or a phrase that rings easily in the run of daily activities is very pleasing to the Father.

For example, if you feel threatened by a sign of danger, just say Abba Krishna help me in your heart or mind and you will feel safe. When you start doing something that is delicate or a bit challenging and you are unsure about the outcome, chant Hare Krishna Hare Rama like the way you would hum a pop tune and you will be assured of a favorable result. Don’t be shy to invoke the Abba Krishna as often as possible in you daily existence. He wants to be part of your life in a real uninterrupted way.

Don’t be worried that adapting the Name and tune of the Abba Krishna in your religious faith will be contrary to its teachings and dogma. Keep everything as they are and don’t change anything. Just add a familiar nickname for the Holy Almighty One as the Abba Krishna. Make Him your constant companion and best friend and refer to him with a term of endearment. Hum Hare Krishna Hare Rama and add nothing else or understand nothing more. Glorify His Presence in your life by welcoming Him into your heart and mind with an easy catch phrase and a familiar tune. Abba Krishna is the automatic friendly God Who is your ally and Who cares for you.

Chanting Maha Mantras and Trying to be Vegetarian to Glorify Abba Krishna Leads to Good Health and Calmness of Spirit According to Mahatma Ghanid

Chanting Maha Mantras and Trying to be Vegetarian to Glorify Abba Krishna Leads to Good Health and Calmness of Spirit According to Mahatma Ghanid of the Internet Ministry of the God Particle of Abba Krishna



No Cold Turkey for Eschewing Red Meat

Eating basic staples like bread, rice, pasta, or pita wafers without the usual pairing with the succulent flavor of meat dishes could get tasteless and tiring. Adding mayo, butter, cheese, various spreads, and sauces could prolong the resolve for one more week but it gets more unsettling from there.

The withdrawal comes like distant drums drawing near in a slow march. At the peak of the staccato comes the bucking of the bronco. Then you feel the full weight of the uprooting. You run to the nearest McDonald’s and devour a double quarter pound behemoth with trembling jaws.

Don’t attempt a transition to a vegetarian diet in such an abrupt manner. With the help of the chanting of the Maha Mantras to advance your spiritualism you could gradually rise to ascending levels to shirk the clutches of bodily pleasures including the gustatory. Mind over matter comes with a patient persistence. Trial and error are steps up the ladder.

Gradual Is the Key

Vegetables have alien appeals if divorced from the delectability of morsels of red or white meat. They could fill in for awhile up until the dam of the will power breaks. Shore up the defenses by chanting the Maha Mantras to please the Abba Krishna. The inner fortitude that grows chips away the addiction to the cannibalistic urge and substitutes a peace of mind that delights in the appetizing wholesomeness of veggies.

The trick is to lessen the presence of meat in the diet little by little. Condition the mind to the decreasing ratio of meat until it makes peace with its total absence. At that point you will feel no pain and marvel at how you reached an evolution in lifestyle that finally frees you of this bane from time immemorial.

Stir fried mixed vegetables could have a sprinkling of diced meat. This way the initiation is hardly noticed in the beginning. Try different varieties and run through the whole line up of meat textures. Use shrimp, lamb, beef, pork, chicken or what else in light servings about half a pound each per batch for cooking.


Lightness of Body and Soul in One Week

There is an immediate effect of feeling healthy after seven days of attempting it. You could of course fall by the wayside but try to get back on track right away after you stumble. Don’t wallow too long in regret with every pitfall. It’s just normal and nobody will fault you for it. In fact it’s not even a strict requirement to be vegetarian to be a devotee of the Abba Krishna. It’s just one of the steps higher up the ladder to spiritual ascension.

The drop in cholesterol level is palpable with the shrinking of the doses of meat in the diet. You don’t feel like you swallowed something heavy after every meal. The wondrous thing is your appetite is thoroughly appeased for a longer period of time till the next meal. You feel bouncy and energetic to undergo work outs or undertake road exercises like jogging, cycling, or hiking.

Plug in to your MP3 and listen to Maha Mantras for a change of pace. The soaring of the mind from the physical plane will be uplifting. It will make better sense of everything that you do. Especially if everything has a purpose beyond life and offered up to the glory of the Father Keeper, the Abba Krishna Almighty God.

Send an email to join the Internet Ministry of the God Particle of the Abba Krishna and address it to Mahatma Ghanid thru jose.r.leverizaII@gmail.com or send the email thru josgodfred_roxlev@yahoo.com.ph