She was my guardian angel and I will never forget that.
Its another example of how the GBC has totally ruined the lives of many of these ISKCON children by bringing crimes, including molesting and murders, into their lives. More than a few of them told me, its been a nightmare. She never should have been involved in these false guru programs, and the subsequent banning, beating, molesting, lawsuits and -- murders. They dragged her, and us, and the general public into all this mess, a mess of their own making. Jaya Yuvati! ys pd]
My Memories of Sulochan dasa by Yuvati dasi (Ann Matusow).
Sulochan’s murder broke my heart on so many levels. He was my friend, like a big brother, and I got angry at him so many times during those years about his obsession with Bhaktipada, which was all because of losing his wife and children. I told him many times that if his wife had loved him and wanted to stay with him, then Bhaktipada could not have influenced her otherwise. It took a while but by the time he was murdered he had come to accept that he hadn’t actually been that great a husband to her.
He had spent enough time with me and my single mom friends and had grown to have more respect for women and our struggles. He fixed our cars, helped us with our children, built bunk beds for my sons, and walked my baby daughter for hours softly chanting japa to her when she was sick. He was a good friend to my mom and they would spend hours talking about all kinds of things from aliens to feminism, and the teachings of Srila Prabhupada.
I had known him when he was an upright agitated brahmachari in England, where he was constantly turning us girls in, reporting us, for saris slipping off our heads, and bra straps showing; silly things. However, he was also the pujari who with great devotion created such stunning scenes of beauty for Radha-Gokulananda at Bhaktivedanta Manor during Srila Prabhupada’s last visit there that Srila Prabhupad would stand before the deities with tears streaming down his face.
Sulochan was a man like many others, with faults, and talents. He evolved during the last few years of his life; he acknowledged a lot of his immaturity and grew into a kind, helpful man who truly cared about me and my family. In those last few days before he died, when we were driving down to Los Angeles together, he told me he was done with his pursuit of “vengeance,” which had to do with his tell-all book on New Vrindaban: “The Guru Business.” He told me he was tired of holding all that anger in his heart and just wanted to live peacefully.
He dropped me off at my friend’s place in Los Angeles and we made tentative plans to go see the new James Bond movie that had just come out. He died parked on a quiet street in Culver City. He was smoking a joint and listening to the Moody Blues, relaxing before bed. I could have been in that van with him, or one of our friends. Would I now be dead? And my children motherless? All these years? Perhaps. Instead we, my friends and I, lost a dear friend. I always think of him and miss him. Another stupid useless death due to the lunacy of man.
(Edited for clarity.)
"There are many jealous people in the dress of Vaiṣṇavas in this Kṛṣṇa consciousness movement, and they should be completely neglected. There is no need to serve a jealous person who is in the dress of a Vaiṣṇava. When Narottama dāsa Ṭhākura says chāḍiyā vaiṣṇava sevā nistāra payeche kebā, he is indicating an actual Vaiṣṇava, not an envious or jealous person in the dress of a Vaiṣṇava.”
Sri Caitanya-caritamrta – 1975 Edition – Madhya-lila 1.218 Purport
My Memories of Sulochan dasa by Yuvati dasi (Ann Matusow).
Sulochan’s murder broke my heart on so many levels. He was my friend, like a big brother, and I got angry at him so many times during those years about his obsession with Bhaktipada, which was all because of losing his wife and children. I told him many times that if his wife had loved him and wanted to stay with him, then Bhaktipada could not have influenced her otherwise. It took a while but by the time he was murdered he had come to accept that he hadn’t actually been that great a husband to her.
He had spent enough time with me and my single mom friends and had grown to have more respect for women and our struggles. He fixed our cars, helped us with our children, built bunk beds for my sons, and walked my baby daughter for hours softly chanting japa to her when she was sick. He was a good friend to my mom and they would spend hours talking about all kinds of things from aliens to feminism, and the teachings of Srila Prabhupada.
I had known him when he was an upright agitated brahmachari in England, where he was constantly turning us girls in, reporting us, for saris slipping off our heads, and bra straps showing; silly things. However, he was also the pujari who with great devotion created such stunning scenes of beauty for Radha-Gokulananda at Bhaktivedanta Manor during Srila Prabhupada’s last visit there that Srila Prabhupad would stand before the deities with tears streaming down his face.
Sulochan was a man like many others, with faults, and talents. He evolved during the last few years of his life; he acknowledged a lot of his immaturity and grew into a kind, helpful man who truly cared about me and my family. In those last few days before he died, when we were driving down to Los Angeles together, he told me he was done with his pursuit of “vengeance,” which had to do with his tell-all book on New Vrindaban: “The Guru Business.” He told me he was tired of holding all that anger in his heart and just wanted to live peacefully.
He dropped me off at my friend’s place in Los Angeles and we made tentative plans to go see the new James Bond movie that had just come out. He died parked on a quiet street in Culver City. He was smoking a joint and listening to the Moody Blues, relaxing before bed. I could have been in that van with him, or one of our friends. Would I now be dead? And my children motherless? All these years? Perhaps. Instead we, my friends and I, lost a dear friend. I always think of him and miss him. Another stupid useless death due to the lunacy of man.
(Edited for clarity.)
"There are many jealous people in the dress of Vaiṣṇavas in this Kṛṣṇa consciousness movement, and they should be completely neglected. There is no need to serve a jealous person who is in the dress of a Vaiṣṇava. When Narottama dāsa Ṭhākura says chāḍiyā vaiṣṇava sevā nistāra payeche kebā, he is indicating an actual Vaiṣṇava, not an envious or jealous person in the dress of a Vaiṣṇava.”
Sri Caitanya-caritamrta – 1975 Edition – Madhya-lila 1.218 Purport
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