[PADA: This is the question even the mundane media asks me, how can these guys perform these odious acts, even the Krishna's holy land, and not think there is any problem in their future life. Unless, they don't believe in Krishna. Even Satsvarupa said "I have to battle constantly with doubts that Krishna is a myth." Well fine, what happens if He is not a myth and you have to take birth as a worm in stools? Then what? And why are none of the other Sridhara Maharaja leaders cleaning this up, and for decades?
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[ENG] THE MAFIA OF THE FAITH
By: Yadira M Dasi
My spiritual name used to be Radha Damodar Devi Dasi and I want to speak after the time has passed. With the prospect of more than ten years of service and more than a year of introspection and reflection. From the side of the dignity, but no longer from fear or shame.
Realize that this group of people consciously or unconsciously exploit the faith of others for the growth of their own business. Regardless of the price, as long as they can claim their spiritual "commission." The more people you bring to the “leader”, the more you will be recognized. Some buses full of new people to be initiated in the Janmastami celebration; and some others with one or two prospects who are willing to give a good donation, a small farm; or, why not, their entire life.
The life of a Vaisnava is full of symbols and rituals that help us to remember God, to keep out faith. For most devotees, festivals bring back memories of lots of good food, colors, sounds, laughter and friends. But for a group that already numbers dozens of women, unfortunately these festivals have became the most deplorable memories with which we will have to live for the rest of our lives.
Ulrich Harlan visited temples to celebrate important holidays. In fact, the guru's visit was a party, because he was Krishna himself. But, many will wonder, how did "Gurudeva" touch women if he was practically never alone. Well, that was precisely his game: to do everything in front of the eyes of others. This is how during the holidays, in the midst of the hustle and bustle of organizing the logistics of a festival, while the devotees were dancing, I had to act like if nothing was happening, so that no one would notice that the guru was straying.
I want to relate a series of events that happened during the 2014 Parikram in #vrindavandham, in the most longed-for visit for a devotee: to go to holy #india, to be in the holy Dham.
The first time I went to visit the Yamuna Kunj Ashram India , it was already a bit late and it was dark. Ulrich gave us a tour to show us this beautiful temple on the banks of the holy river. When we went down to the lower rooms, like in the basement, it was already very dark and he was telling me to stay at the end of the group. Most of the time I was able to go out together with the group, but when I obeyed him and stayed at the end, he took the opportunity to touch my genitals or try to kiss me. That night he touched me more than four times.
By: Yadira M Dasi
My spiritual name used to be Radha Damodar Devi Dasi and I want to speak after the time has passed. With the prospect of more than ten years of service and more than a year of introspection and reflection. From the side of the dignity, but no longer from fear or shame.
I speak from the serenity that the truth gives me and not from hate. Although I have never really felt hatred. The feeling that best describes my perception of what Vrinda represented is a deep disappointment.
Realize that this group of people consciously or unconsciously exploit the faith of others for the growth of their own business. Regardless of the price, as long as they can claim their spiritual "commission." The more people you bring to the “leader”, the more you will be recognized. Some buses full of new people to be initiated in the Janmastami celebration; and some others with one or two prospects who are willing to give a good donation, a small farm; or, why not, their entire life.
I want to express my frustration to know that those of us who were affected by the indolent attitude of Ulrich Harlan (known as Paramadvaiti Swami), have been told to keep silent as he gloats taking pictures in India with the great Vaisnavas in a desperate attempt to clean up his image. It bothers me to know that I cannot visit any of the temples that one day offered me spiritual refuge because there I am going to find his smiling photo in the altar. It is unacceptable that he continues teaching or even dares to speak about Krishna after using all the sacred symbology to exploit the faith of the people with a so-called purity.
The life of a Vaisnava is full of symbols and rituals that help us to remember God, to keep out faith. For most devotees, festivals bring back memories of lots of good food, colors, sounds, laughter and friends. But for a group that already numbers dozens of women, unfortunately these festivals have became the most deplorable memories with which we will have to live for the rest of our lives.
Ulrich Harlan visited temples to celebrate important holidays. In fact, the guru's visit was a party, because he was Krishna himself. But, many will wonder, how did "Gurudeva" touch women if he was practically never alone. Well, that was precisely his game: to do everything in front of the eyes of others. This is how during the holidays, in the midst of the hustle and bustle of organizing the logistics of a festival, while the devotees were dancing, I had to act like if nothing was happening, so that no one would notice that the guru was straying.
When people were around, in a crowded car or in an office, it was difficult to react abruptly and demand respect. While the few times we were alone, when he asked me to come closer, I was able to refuse and keep my distance away. Like on that occasion at the Mela festival of 2018 in Munich, when he entered to our hotel room, where I was staying with my husband, and at the moment when my husband had to go out to answer a phone call, “Gurudeva” told me to get closer to him but I refused. What my spiritual master told me was: “don't be so strict”. How about the instruction of the pure devotee?
I want to relate a series of events that happened during the 2014 Parikram in #vrindavandham, in the most longed-for visit for a devotee: to go to holy #india, to be in the holy Dham.
Unfortunately, for me and other women, this journey turned into a nightmare due to the contradiction of being in the most sacred place, next to the so-called pure devotee, but committing the gravest offenses. It is opportune to mention the facts at this moment, when he is visiting these sacred places where so many times he violated my body and sullied my soul.
In one of the trips we made in canoes to cross the #yamunariver and visit temples, when we were getting off, he took me by the arm so that I would stay until the end. They all got out in front of me and I waited just as he had instructed me, since I could not disobey any instructions from my ##SpiritualMaster.
When there was no one left in the canoe, "my gurudeva" instructed me to walk in front of him, due to these boats have an awning, I had to walk leaning forward. At that moment he grabbed me around the waist and made me feel his genitals on my butt.
The first time I went to visit the Yamuna Kunj Ashram India , it was already a bit late and it was dark. Ulrich gave us a tour to show us this beautiful temple on the banks of the holy river. When we went down to the lower rooms, like in the basement, it was already very dark and he was telling me to stay at the end of the group. Most of the time I was able to go out together with the group, but when I obeyed him and stayed at the end, he took the opportunity to touch my genitals or try to kiss me. That night he touched me more than four times.
In several of the trips we made during the parikrama, we did bus tours. Most of the time he would take the seat behind me and lean forward, supposedly to talk about the service during the tour. In that position, he had the opportunity to put his arm between the window and the back of my seat to reach out to touch my breasts.
One of those days we went to pick up trash and I was trying to avoid it, he came up to me and asked if he had hurt me. I told him that I preferred that this not happen again. There he promised me once again that he would be the spiritual master that I expected him to be. He did not comply.
When we went to Prem Mandir Vrindavan we took many photos because it is a spectacular temple with many lights and sculptures. Ulrich used to organize the group and tell us where to stand for the photo. That night, on two occasions he told me to kneel in front of him facing the camera. Obviously I wanted to have the memory of being in that temple and being in a photo "at the feet of my guru." Unfortunately, the memory I have of that visit is of him behind me, leaning his genitals against my head.
The first time it was uncomfortable, although I thought it was somewhat circumstantial, but the second time, he took me by my shoulders and pulled me closer to his body, again leaning his genitals against my head.
One afternoon at the Vrindakunj temple, he took me up to the third floor where prasadam is usually served. At that time there should not be anyone in that area because it is only used at meal times. However, there was a devotee nearby and Ulrich yelled something to him to leave, while we kept going up.
Being up there, he kissed me on the mouth and licked my face. I withdrew with the excuse that some devotee might notice. After that I went to the temple and crying I wrote him a letter expressing that I felt like the worst sinner of the holy #Dham. When he read it, he promised again that he would not do it anymore, that he did not want to see me suffer, but as always, he also broke his promise.
One night, at the end of the festival, he called me at his office. I went with my friend Vrinda to not be alone with the guru. I was wearing a red silk saree because I was celebrating my wedding anniversary. He was lying on the bed that was located in his office and asked me to come closer and I did it. He told me “this saree was very fine” and while he was touching the fabric, with the back of his hand he sneakily touched my breasts.
One day we all went out very excited to a store in the Loi Bazar Vrindavan, where were going to be delivered the deities for the different temples of the devotees who were attending the Parikram. Inside the tent there were many people and we were all waiting for the deities which were going to be given by our spiritual master. I did not expect any deity because I had no temple, only my house.
Suddenly he gave me Sri Sad Bhuja Mahaprabhu, I was afraid of not knowing how to worship him, but at the same time, I accepted the vision of the guru by giving it to me. That was a very special moment. Suddenly, Ulrich Harlan stood next to me and while all the devotees held their new deities, in that very sacred moment, he began to caress my back, lowering his hand to my hips and butt.
One night in his office in #vrindavanup, we were working with a (female) devotee on the page of the University of Ancestral Wisdom. Only her and I remained, as it was already a little late. Ulrich was sitting at his desk and we were facing him on the floor. At one point he got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned and sat down again, I saw that he was not wearing underwear, I tried to look away, and entertain the other girl so that she would not notice it, but it was impossible as it was right at the level of our eyes.
I don't know if she noticed, but I was requesting Ulrich to take cover. He did nothing and told me to come closer. He placed me next to him and began to touch my genitals while he spoke something of the page. Then he put my hand under his "sanyasi" clothes and waved it indicating that I should masturbate him. I was petrified, trying not to let my partner notice on my face what I was going through at that moment.
This type of situation arose between 2012 and 2018, during his visits to Colombia, or a such as Janmastami or his #Vyasapuja On most occasions there were people present, I even did it in the presence of my husband who was strategically given a leadership position to keep him busy with other activities and to keep him distracted from everything. When I told him that I couldn't keep his secret anymore, he begged me not to tell him anything, manipulating me that it would affect my marriage.
In my letter of January 27, 2020, I spoke anonymously asking the community for some good sense and I preferred not to give details of my case because I was hoping that in Vrinda the community would take action and that Ulrich himself would publicly acknowledge that for years he had made fun of everyone. But it was not like that, when I asked him to tell the truth to my closest friends, Vrinda and Kirtan, he chose cowardice and re-victimized me in front of them saying that it had all been a "crush".
Today I prefer to face everything that happened with my head held in high, with the certainty that the person whom I adored at my altar, was in control of every situation. With the dignity of knowing that I did NOT go to a Hare Krishna temple seeking to be abused, that I did NOT ask for any of their touching; that he was a person with much more power than me and that now he must assume the responsibility of explaining to all people why he acted that way.
I'm sorry Ulrich, but this secret no longer belongs to me, from this moment on, it is up to you to assume the shame and guilt that I have carried for years. Good luck with that.
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