— Radhanath Swami's Journey

Lessons from Ganges

When Radhanath Swami reached the river Ganges, He sat on her sandy bank and thought back to those first days of his life in India. Radhanath Swami remembered sitting on that rock in Rishikesh while Mother Ganges taught him lessons that were to mold Radhanath Swami’s life. Radhanath Swami remembered hearing in her eternal song the Hare Krishna mantra that would become embedded in Radhanath Swami’s soul. Now, sitting on that sandy bank in Prayaga, Radhanath Swami knew that if he simply followed her current, He would come to her meeting with Yamuna and Saraswati at the confluence. It was this confluence that the Vedas declared to be the king of all holy places. Radhanath Swami walked in that direction. It was high noon, and fine white sands blazed like fire, scorching Radhanath Swami’s bare feet. Ever since that day Radhanath Swami had offended the Naga Babas by wearing their shoes

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Giving up Western clothes

Radhanath Swami boarded a crowded boat to cross to the eastern side of Ganges. Large fish swarmed around the small vessel as they sailed across the sparkling aqua current. A cool breeze swept over Radhanath Swami. With deep breaths, He drank it in, listening to the hypnotic chant of students reciting the Vedas, or holy scriptures, on the riverbank. Reaching the other side, Radhanath Swami walked alone southward along the bank of the Ganges in search of solitude. Finding a quiet place, Radhanath Swami meditated, feeling himself millions of miles from the world he knew. Hours later, Radhanath Swami spotted someone

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Entering India
THE SUN SHONE CLEAR AND BRIGHT in the fresh winter air. Radhanath Swami had set out from Lahore at sunrise, walking and hitchhiking fifty-five kilometers down a single-lane dirt road that cut through stretches of wheat, cotton, and yellow fields of flowering mustard. Acacia trees lined the roadside and sometimes a few rose between fields as markers. Otherwise, trees were scarce. More scarce still was the traffic along this road. The few vehicles that did occasionally pass were as exciting to Radhanath Swami’s senses as the traditional turbans and robes of the people in them. Decrepit trucks rumbled by, each as brightly and intricately painted as a wealthy rock star’s psychedelic mobile. An occasional bullock cart, hay-lined and piled high with wheat, livestock, and whole families, creaked along. It was on conveyances such as these, and Radhanath Swami’s own feet, that Radhanath Swami reached the Hussainiwala border crossing into North India.

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About The Website

This Website Shares Radhanath Swami's journey which is filled with bizarre characters, mystical experiences, and dangerous adventures. The story is recounted in his recently published memoir The Journey Home Book - Autobiography of an American Swami.