This is not a happy post.
I wrote this today. I don’t want to give it too much introduction. So I won’t. Today I did a lot of thinking and wound up fairly angry. I don’t like being angry, so I wrote a bit about it to let it out. I considered not posting it, but I think I should be myself.
Dear _____________,
You sat so idly by supposedly absorbed in Krishna consciousness as their world collapsed around them. You said you didn’t know. They actually counted on your promises, your word. You said that when you give your word, you give your life. When will at least one of them come true?
How can you sit there while literally hundreds worship you? Maybe thousands. How? Do you know you’re duping them? Or have you deceived yourself as well?
You left behind you a swath of spiritual mutilation, and even if you didn’t cause it, you did nothing to help them pick up the pieces. You stood by saying nothing, giving your silent acquiescence. With one word, you could have changed so much. With the power you have, you could have helped so many. But you didn’t. And you don’t. And as much as I’m praying that you will, I don’t think you really care.
The devotee in me offers obeisances unto you, while the human in me hopes there’s a special place in hell with your name on it.
Tomorrow will bring a happier post. Maybe even a happy surprise. Would you like that?
