Abba Krishna Forgives All Who Genuinely Repent After Suffering Retribution, Chant Maha Mantras To Glorify His Name, And Embrace His Love

Abba Krishna Forgives All Who Genuinely Repent After Suffering Retribution, Chant Maha Mantras To Glorify His Name, And Embrace The Love That Almighty God The Father Fosters. Including Hitler? Can 666 Be Far Behind?








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My eldest son tried to apply to be a Jesuit priest. He attended a meeting at the Loyola House of Studies which served as a preliminary screening and orientation. The head of the welcoming panel wasted no time and shocked the whole room by declaring that the Jesuits didn’t believe that the devil existed anymore. My son retreated out of the place with his tail between his legs and blurted to me in panic upon reaching home, “Dad the anti-Christ have penetrated Ateneo de Manila University!”

I told my son it smelled like one of those shrewd Jesuit psychological ploys to unmask infiltrators. If one agreed that that Satan was no more, such could be a telltale clue of his true leaning. If one kept quiet and let it pass without challenge that could be interpreted as something that detracts from his qualifications to be a priest. If one stood up and disputed the incongruity and the fallacy of such an arbitrary pronouncement and much more protested the baiting tactics of the organizers, then such an aspirant could be deemed worthy of the calling to the priesthood.

The important point however that crawls out of the opened can of worms is really if Hitler has been forgiven for the abysmal horror of the genocide in the Holocaust. Adolf has been burning in the fires of hell for more than sixty years. Can his eternal damnation be commuted to time served if he truly repented for his unspeakable transgressions and loved the Almighty Father God with all his heart by glorifying His Name and asking for clemency? Of course, sixty years of toasting in sizzling flames can’t make up for the inhuman atrocities he had wrought. However the Father God is not a God of vengeance but a God of love, forgiveness, and reconciliation.

So what the head of the moderators propounded could very well be true. Maybe there is no more hell because all the condemned inmates repented and glorified God. Then you’d probably say what of the victims who deserve some justice. It’s true they were so blatantly and violently wrenched from their material forms which got butchered, gassed or incinerated. It’s very true that they were deprived so callously of their very basic human rights. However, they are now redeemed spirits united with the Father God in His domain and fulfilled in their mission to return to the love and nurturing of the Creator.

The traditional Krishnas believe there is only one sin. That is the sin of hatred and injustice done to a fellow human being. All other indiscretions of the flesh could be exculpated by penance and chanting of the Maha Mantras in meditation to glorify the Almighty Father God. The punishment for those who violate and trample the rights and well being of their fellow men is to be drawn farther away from ascending to a higher level of existence bordering on the spiritual plane. Going back and being marooned in this dimension in a lesser creature form follow the laws of karmic balance and Hitler could have been reborn as a despicable cockroach to be stamped out by foot.

The best gauge of morality and righteousness is the love taught by the Almighty Father God in heaven, the Abba Krishna, the One and the Same God of all faiths and religions springing from the flowering of cultures thru many different civilizations. Human nature should not be condemned for the inborn selfishness to seek and enjoy pleasure and wealth. Such inherent and intrinsic drives should be tapped as the energy to propel mankind to great achievement and excellence. The crucial element is to temper the human aspirations, inclinations and ambitions with love and justice for each other so that as one genus we could advance forward in the quest for scientific and creative knowledge to attain perfection to conquer the galaxies beyond.

Look at Japan which has advanced as the second biggest economy in the world. They did so from the bombed out ruins of the last world war as a defeated and shackled nation. A cohesion from binding collectivization of spirit and resolve as a people made them rise from bended knees to the top of the world economic order. Prime Ministers, one after the other, offer ‘mea culpa’ for some exposed corruption or other then resign to give way to a successor from the same ruling majority party, the LDP that controls parliament. This is not to offer apologetics for corruption but in a one world unity the adage of one for you and two for me for being in the majority works better than contentious bickering because each sector gets a percentage share of the spoils.

The Indians and the Chinese are not as squeaky clean as Caesar’s wife. In the Orient it’s accepted or politely ignored that wealthy and powerful men maintain concubines hidden in the wings of their private affairs. The ideal set-up is that the legal wife gets taken cared of in a very comfortable manner and the mistresses likewise get support that keep them happy and secure. The funny thing about America is that governors and senators with the promising talent to rise to be strong leaders in the political field get humiliated and ruined because of extramarital indiscretions while gay marriages are legalized all over the place. There seems to be a conspiracy to cut off the balls of American males so that they can be weakened and lose their dynamism to electrify America back to the road of world leadership.

Wealth is health and women are made to be loved and put on a pedestal. The most important rule of faith is love of fellow men springing from the practice of loving the Almighty Father God in heaven, the Abba Krishna. Don’t let the pleasure and the opulence rob you from thinking straight and sharing love. We are our brother’s keeper and just like the way of the collective instincts of the Japanese we should harness human tendencies to corruption and self aggrandizement to allocate a proper share for our brethren to use to overcome the miseries of famine and disease. We in the end all benefit because as one world and united humanity we inevitably scale loftier heights which is the destiny of our kind in godliness to be vessels of the One True God made in His Own Image to conquer space.

Come and enjoy beautiful women and look at them in the gallery shown below but treat them with reverence and affection to insure their continued well being, happiness, and fulfillment. Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, Abba Krishna.








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Rich Man Or Poor Man Both Can Reunite Through Love With The Abba Krishna Almighty Father God

Everyone wakes up to a different concept of reality. The most common is a peaceful one. Some find joy in opulence like a brand new car in the garage. Those who suffer misfortune get caught in trying circumstances. The world moves according to how we perceive it. Events have floodgates which open and close to well in a dam or let water break loose in a mighty fall.

Getting snatched by the rushing currents makes us bugs stuck in a cobweb. The harder we struggle to get free the more ensnared we become principally because the exertions sink us deeper into the maze. We must not lose sight that we have something up our sleeves more than just the material component. The plight of ordinary insects doomed in a quagmire is a one dimensional problem in the natural plane. We are actually made of sterner and higher stuff. We have our mind to lift us to the intellectual and the spiritual heights. And we have our hearts to transpose challenges to the inspirational and the transcendental flipside of actual and current experiences.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying expensive sports cars. They are actually symbols of achievement in the manner of possessions. Excelling in the accumulation of wealth and reaching the zenith of the economic ladder are important steps in the development of men and the institutions they founded in furtherance of culture and civilization. The modern technologies we see around us today are the fruits of the rightful use, multiplication, and preservation of resources. The next logical step that has been overlooked thus far is the equitable distribution of the bounty to eradicate the remaining ills like famine, disease, poverty, and illiteracy.

Same with the poor man represented by the insect that is so challenged and periled in the clutches of a sticky web and same as the rich man who basks in the luxurious mansions, extravagant yachts, and the sporty automobiles, the next step up is through the heart and the next stride forward is through the mind. Praying and giving glory to the Almighty Father God, the Abba Krishna will bestow a superior grasp to cope with unfolding realities through the power of the heart to fly over barriers and stumbling blocks on the wings of the inspiration given by love. In the same vein, through power of the mind to rise to noble ideals at the end of one’s existence on earth, a rich tycoon’s treasure trove is blessed not for him to transport to the other life but to bequeath as patrimony not only to his beloved heirs but for his country and fellow human beings as well.

The Abba Krishna blesses the poor man with strength from faith and hope to overcome his travails. The Abba Krishna blesses the rich man for his exemplary life which made living on earth a progressive step to enrich others and be reunited with the Creator at the end of the journey.

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