<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645</id><updated>2012-01-31T03:06:51.985-08:00</updated><category term='Ambarish Portugal VRINDA Trulies'/><category term='Nimai'/><category term='Janmastami'/><category term='vegetariskt julbord'/><category term='The emperor&apos;s true clothes'/><category term='sina'/><category term='Narasimhadeva'/><category term='Prahlad'/><category term='Krishnas birth'/><title type='text'>NimaiHuset</title><subtitle type='html'>Spralliga men seriösa. Ett gäng vaishnava-munkar och deras bekanskapskrets.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brahma Theodoridis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08552166035567831909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>885</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1357112355653593069</id><published>2012-01-14T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T03:43:23.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas fulfilled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="227" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34281852?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas was extraordinary! A nice memory from Berlin 2011. See more of Aksharas videos here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user8883541"&gt;http://vimeo.com/user8883541&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34281852"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34281852"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1357112355653593069?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1357112355653593069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1357112355653593069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1357112355653593069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1357112355653593069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-fulfilled.html' title='Christmas fulfilled!'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2756831798400200075</id><published>2012-01-10T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:34:44.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kidnapping of a sacred river</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJXtpNTwNL8/TbtynDxg6vI/AAAAAAAAAtY/P66BsqJTQzg/s424/Cartoon%252520edited%252520Shiva%252520won%252527t%252520drink%252520this%252520mess.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJXtpNTwNL8/TbtynDxg6vI/AAAAAAAAAtY/P66BsqJTQzg/s320/Cartoon%252520edited%252520Shiva%252520won%252527t%252520drink%252520this%252520mess.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660033; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Maybe I did drink the ocean of halahal poison, &lt;br /&gt;but this Yamuna water is much too dangerous for me. Sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is unfortunatly known for its corruption among politicians and officials. This fact together with corporate greed has led to the killing of Indias sacred heritage. But due to alot of work done by sadhus, locals, environmentlists and politicians to protect River Yamuna the Indian parliament has awakened to the plea for the sacred river. The issue has reached the major TV stations where a 3 hour debate was held where members of the Indian parliament questioned the government what they will do about the river that has been declared "dead" by the Ecological department of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The fact is that even though Yamuna emerges completly clean in Yamunotri there is nothing left of her original water when she finally reaches Vrindavan. This is due to an irrigation dam in Harayana that basicly holds back 85% of her waters, while Delhi dumps 3.6 billion litres of city sewage and industrial waste into her EVERY DAY. In this way we can understand that the Yamuna we see in Vrindavan is not the Yamuna that Lord Krishna was bathing in 5000 years ago, she is kept hostage in Harayana and the small percentage that is allowed to escape is completly replaced by sewage and toxic waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a serious case. If you take action you will have alot of blessings on your head :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start by reading more in this site:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.news.vrindavantoday.org/"&gt;http://www.news.vrindavantoday.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2756831798400200075?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2756831798400200075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2756831798400200075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2756831798400200075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2756831798400200075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2012/01/kidnapping-of-sacred-river.html' title='The kidnapping of a sacred river'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJXtpNTwNL8/TbtynDxg6vI/AAAAAAAAAtY/P66BsqJTQzg/s72-c/Cartoon%252520edited%252520Shiva%252520won%252527t%252520drink%252520this%252520mess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2660331806287915028</id><published>2012-01-07T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:34:32.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatfree monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2bU8Gg6mRiU" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The daughters of the ex-beatle Paul McCartney got an idea one day to introduce to the world the concept of "&lt;a href="http://www.meatfreemondays.co.uk/"&gt;meatfree monday&lt;/a&gt;"¨(click to see), and with the help of their pop the project was launched. Now it has made it all the way into swedish schools, communes and other establishments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are some opinons that one meatfree day a week propaganda would mean that the other 6 days are justified. Well, Gothenburg was not built in a day, and i believe that this is a suggestion that makes it possible to grind in the vegetarian ideal in a bigger scale (as already seen). I find it interesting that there always is someone who complains and finds faults with others efforts, especially when the efforts has been successful in many ways. Consciousness changes gradually, training must be there, and one day a week on an international level for sure is gonna &amp;nbsp;have someone ask; "what's the reason for this idea? why they want me to not eat meat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The spoonrevolution is behind this project and are launching meatfree monday spoon activism every monday. Please get in contact with our Gothenburgian spoonrevolution office and join in. There are unlimited ways of raising awareness, take the chance, have fun, use your imagination and change someones heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2660331806287915028?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2660331806287915028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2660331806287915028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2660331806287915028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2660331806287915028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2012/01/meatfree-monday.html' title='Meatfree monday'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2bU8Gg6mRiU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-7109529293880021303</id><published>2012-01-05T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:05:56.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban on Bhagavad Gita in Russia dismissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vmNxKUoRd1g" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Russia (Siberia) powers from the church wanted to ban the Bhagavad Gita with the charges that it inspires to terrorism. This caused an uproar in the Indian parlament and of course several protests around the world. The Nimai-gang were there in one such protest in Berlin some days after Christmas. The small repotage above was made by Querio - a spoonrevolution commune of conscious artists who have visited Nimaihuset some years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the case was dismissed by the court and Bhagavad Gita was freed of all charges.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9EaNtGXSVZU" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-7109529293880021303?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/7109529293880021303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=7109529293880021303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7109529293880021303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7109529293880021303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2012/01/ban-on-bhagavad-gita-in-russia.html' title='Ban on Bhagavad Gita in Russia dismissed'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vmNxKUoRd1g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5312781102458693177</id><published>2012-01-04T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:26:00.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9uLBauRkPM/Tns3Z2S0d2I/AAAAAAAAEzA/gPmdRUwoCfY/s1600/HappyCow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9uLBauRkPM/Tns3Z2S0d2I/AAAAAAAAEzA/gPmdRUwoCfY/s320/HappyCow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday feast will be in english as usual, BUT this time the speaker actually have english as his mother tounge. His name is Subal prabhu and he will share his wisdom with us. Come at 17:00 and after the kirtan there will be the class and as usual we expect delicious sacred foodstuffs after :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5312781102458693177?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5312781102458693177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5312781102458693177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5312781102458693177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5312781102458693177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-feast-will-be-in-english-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m9uLBauRkPM/Tns3Z2S0d2I/AAAAAAAAEzA/gPmdRUwoCfY/s72-c/HappyCow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-7952727365943837438</id><published>2011-12-30T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:57:23.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C7xEUuMqXiw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class given by Srila Gurumaharaj during the Christmas days in Berlin was baked in the computer-oven by Krishna Kirtan prabhu and has now landed on your browser. Its a hot cake, that means that you should eat it now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-7952727365943837438?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/7952727365943837438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=7952727365943837438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7952727365943837438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7952727365943837438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-class-given-by-srila-gurumaharaj.html' title=''/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C7xEUuMqXiw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5031173618299629198</id><published>2011-12-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:12:51.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/oVURkMTDr3E/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oVURkMTDr3E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oVURkMTDr3E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I asked my father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I said, "Father change my name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The one I'm using now it's covered up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;He said, "I locked you in this body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I meant it as a kind of trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You can use it for a weapon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;or to make some woman smile."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Then let me start again," I cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"please let me start again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I want a face that's fair this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I want a spirit that is calm."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"I never never turned aside," he said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"I never walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It was you who built the temple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;it was you who covered up my face."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And may the spirit of this song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;may it rise up pure and free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;May it be a shield for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;a shield against the enemy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5031173618299629198?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5031173618299629198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5031173618299629198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5031173618299629198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5031173618299629198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-asked-my-father-i-said-father-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-102171617713267218</id><published>2011-11-30T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:03:02.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julbord / Christmas table</title><content type='html'>SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Hej och God Jul!&lt;br /&gt;Ni missar väl inte vårt strålande Julbord?&lt;br /&gt;I år kör vi följande datum och kom ihåg - boka in dig (och dina vänner?) minst 2 dagar i förväg.&lt;br /&gt;16e och 20e december&lt;br /&gt;Kl 14-22&lt;br /&gt;Varmt välkomna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nimai.arts@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;tel. 031 - 405 108&lt;br /&gt;mob. 073 800 32 87 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;Hi there and Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;You did not plan to miss our fantastic Christmas buffé?&lt;br /&gt;This year we go for the following dates and remember - book your table at least 2 days in advance.&lt;br /&gt;16th and 20 th of decmber&lt;br /&gt;14-22 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nimai.arts@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;tel. 031 - 405 108&lt;br /&gt;mob. 073 800 32 87 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uj32JYylQPw/TrnfkUQAieI/AAAAAAAAFA0/NP7ju8viW_k/s400/BG%2BKrishna%2Binstructs%2BArjuna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672811020653988322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Earlier this year, in the spring, Upendra gave a talk at the Nimai House entitled "What are you?". The link below leads to his manuscript. If you have comments or questions etc. you can post them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pZI1Hr2FIgeYfK_BZUzveWcC0nJ9lUQ_6L3veBWTDQg/edit"&gt;What are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Upendra is a hard-working father of two kids, yet he manages to focus inside on the Bhagavad-gita in his day-to-day life. Now and then he comes and share his insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Tidigare i år, i våras, gav Upendra en föreläsning på Nimaihuset med titeln "Vad är du?". Länken nedan leder till hans manuskript. Om du har kommentarer eller frågot etc. kan du posta dem här.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N9UCL-3B8mtlqm_katmCYQ9_2NFTK6yeQgdBXHIHr0M/edit"&gt;Vad är du?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Upendra är en hårt arbetande tvåbarnspappa. Trots det lyckas han  fokusera på Bhagavad-gita i sitt inre i vardagen. Då och då kommer han  och delar med sig av sina insikter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-6058378292457380023?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/6058378292457380023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=6058378292457380023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6058378292457380023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6058378292457380023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/11/ord-fran-upendra-med-kraft-att-forandra.html' title='Ord från Upendra, med kraft att förändra.'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uj32JYylQPw/TrnfkUQAieI/AAAAAAAAFA0/NP7ju8viW_k/s72-c/BG%2BKrishna%2Binstructs%2BArjuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-9028263480644600339</id><published>2011-10-31T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:04:56.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Govardhan celebration</title><content type='html'>Past saturday we celebrated Govardhan Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the help from our friends and the mercy from Lord Krsna, there were a feast to remember!&lt;br /&gt;The evening started with kirtan and a moment of reading from the Krsna-book.&lt;br /&gt;Mahahari Prabhu joined in with his expertice in kirtan with Harmonium and lifted the atmosphere higher and higher. Thanks to Upendra Prabhu there were also a class, brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;We also performed a puja for Goverdhan, in the form of a golden Halava-mountain, during livley kirtan lead by Mahahari Prabhu. We finished off the night with top noch prasadam, cooked and served with utter mercy from our dear divine couple Radha-Krsna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come on saturday - don't miss out the best evening during the week!&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt welcomed to us in Nimaihouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-sSB-T1hiI/Tq8bRIDvHUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/gTCAuOqlBHY/s1600/DSC_0217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-sSB-T1hiI/Tq8bRIDvHUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/gTCAuOqlBHY/s400/DSC_0217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nFSg3jHJvM/Tq8bRap1sFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tA4q3iVSA2s/s1600/DSC_0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nFSg3jHJvM/Tq8bRap1sFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tA4q3iVSA2s/s400/DSC_0220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5evUo8qlr80/Tq8bR42tjqI/AAAAAAAAAm8/O06ApQBs-IE/s1600/DSC_0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5evUo8qlr80/Tq8bR42tjqI/AAAAAAAAAm8/O06ApQBs-IE/s400/DSC_0226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNZKT7jQCgk/Tq8bSReMffI/AAAAAAAAAnI/wGrFRpN0ZL0/s1600/DSC_0228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NNZKT7jQCgk/Tq8bSReMffI/AAAAAAAAAnI/wGrFRpN0ZL0/s400/DSC_0228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-9028263480644600339?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/9028263480644600339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=9028263480644600339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/9028263480644600339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/9028263480644600339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/10/govardhan-celebration.html' title='Govardhan celebration'/><author><name>Andreas Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06525893892899080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-sSB-T1hiI/Tq8bRIDvHUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/gTCAuOqlBHY/s72-c/DSC_0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4352155218305636019</id><published>2011-10-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:21:06.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetariska matlagningskurser</title><content type='html'>Ni har väl inte glömt bort att Nimaihuset driver stans mest hemtrevligaste matlagningskurser??&lt;br /&gt;Och kursen är till och med vegetarisk!&lt;br /&gt;Vi har en separat hemsida för kurserna och just i dessa dagar har denna sida förvandlats till en blogg.&lt;br /&gt;Adressen är fortfarande: www.vegkurs.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nästa tisdag, 25 oktober, tittar vi närmare på kryddor och så lagar vi indisk Dahl soppa och Chapatis-bröd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned och Hjärtligt Välkomna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2O30igUA1wI/TqHTdI_4FVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/EdlntOwBrjg/s1600/IMG_3070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2O30igUA1wI/TqHTdI_4FVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/EdlntOwBrjg/s400/IMG_3070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4352155218305636019?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4352155218305636019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4352155218305636019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4352155218305636019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4352155218305636019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/10/vegetariska-matlagningskurser.html' title='Vegetariska matlagningskurser'/><author><name>Andreas Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06525893892899080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2O30igUA1wI/TqHTdI_4FVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/EdlntOwBrjg/s72-c/IMG_3070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4169562986204102531</id><published>2011-09-02T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:59:38.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaic / Mosaik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-SdsOA2Dkc/TmCMo62fSyI/AAAAAAAAFAs/JCYj6ZJYXnA/s1600/M%25C3%25A4nniskor%2B%25C3%25A4r%2Bsm%25C3%25A5%2Bgudar%2B%25C3%25A4r%2Bstora.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-SdsOA2Dkc/TmCMo62fSyI/AAAAAAAAFAs/JCYj6ZJYXnA/s400/M%25C3%25A4nniskor%2B%25C3%25A4r%2Bsm%25C3%25A5%2Bgudar%2B%25C3%25A4r%2Bstora.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647668567343057698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life never turns out as you thought it would. And that's lucky. Because, what are my personal small thoughts compared to the great ones of God? Nothing. Not before my dreams have been crushed can I wake up in the kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She is not a mosaic God but a mosaicic. If you only let yourself be crushed, God makes mosaic out of the fragments and let the light fall through you more beautifully than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stulen dikt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Livet blir aldrig som man tänkt sig. Och tur är det. För vad är mina personliga små tankar mot Guds stora? Ingenting. Först när mina drömmar krossas kan jag vakna i Guds rike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hon är inte en mosaisk Gud utan en mosaikisk. Om du bara låter dig bli krossad gör Gud mosaik av skärvorna och låter ljuset falla in genom dig vackrare än innan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4169562986204102531?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4169562986204102531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4169562986204102531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4169562986204102531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4169562986204102531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/09/mosaic-mosaik.html' title='Mosaic / Mosaik'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-SdsOA2Dkc/TmCMo62fSyI/AAAAAAAAFAs/JCYj6ZJYXnA/s72-c/M%25C3%25A4nniskor%2B%25C3%25A4r%2Bsm%25C3%25A5%2Bgudar%2B%25C3%25A4r%2Bstora.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4320063084793174197</id><published>2011-08-25T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:50:06.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortura no cultura</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="302" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aTRH2s-cSKw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; This is how cool you become when you go veg. A video from some of our spoonrevolution brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Så här cool blir man när man blir vegetarian. En video från några av våra skedrevolutionsbröder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4320063084793174197?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4320063084793174197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4320063084793174197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4320063084793174197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4320063084793174197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/08/tortura-no-cultura.html' title='Tortura no cultura'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aTRH2s-cSKw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1067864531314584124</id><published>2011-08-19T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:52:41.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoonrevolution by Kungsportsplatsen / Skedrevolution på Kungsportsplatsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AYLOymsC" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="302" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1067864531314584124?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1067864531314584124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1067864531314584124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1067864531314584124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1067864531314584124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/08/spoonrevolution-by-kungsportsplatsen.html' title='Spoonrevolution by Kungsportsplatsen / Skedrevolution på Kungsportsplatsen'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1345378469060592670</id><published>2011-08-10T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:16:31.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil in the '70s / Brazilien på 70-talet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEJ5NGyck8g/TkNVL3bePnI/AAAAAAAAFAk/aGDqLwsD8Qo/s1600/285455_216644575052869_100001219850523_653410_1918816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEJ5NGyck8g/TkNVL3bePnI/AAAAAAAAFAk/aGDqLwsD8Qo/s400/285455_216644575052869_100001219850523_653410_1918816_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639444820744093298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Engelska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A lost and found picture of Gurumaharaj (to the far right), from back in the days when his name was Alanath das. Around this time the now world famous author Paulo Coelho was also living as monk in the temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; En återfunnen bild på Gurumaharaj (längst til höger), från tillbaka i dagarna när han hette Alanath das. Omkring den här tiden bodde också den numera världsberömda författaren Paulo Coelho som munk i templet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gurumaharaj ki jay!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1345378469060592670?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1345378469060592670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1345378469060592670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1345378469060592670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1345378469060592670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/08/brazil-in-70s-brazilien-pa-70-talet.html' title='Brazil in the &apos;70s / Brazilien på 70-talet'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEJ5NGyck8g/TkNVL3bePnI/AAAAAAAAFAk/aGDqLwsD8Qo/s72-c/285455_216644575052869_100001219850523_653410_1918816_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-6883604462671476679</id><published>2011-08-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T21:26:00.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lectures from Gurumaharaj's visit / Lektionerna från Gurumaharaj besök</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AYLK4nwC" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="302" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Sudarshan Prabhu has uploaded the lectures from Gurumaharaj's visit to Gothenburg on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Sudarshan Prabhu har laddat upp lektionerna från Gurumaharaj's besök i Göteborg på:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/sudarshan"&gt;http://blip.tv/sudarshan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-6883604462671476679?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/6883604462671476679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=6883604462671476679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6883604462671476679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6883604462671476679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/08/lectures-from-gurumaharajs-visit.html' title='The lectures from Gurumaharaj&apos;s visit / Lektionerna från Gurumaharaj besök'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-6556950849082410464</id><published>2011-07-29T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:53:08.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The upcoming cooking course season / Den kommande matlagningskurssäsongen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FszOsUmvso/TjOIbRpfV9I/AAAAAAAAFAc/cZPexDzUGKo/s1600/279696_259853614040901_100000487944236_1154353_337228_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FszOsUmvso/TjOIbRpfV9I/AAAAAAAAFAc/cZPexDzUGKo/s400/279696_259853614040901_100000487944236_1154353_337228_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634997560945891282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vegkurs.info/"&gt;Schema för hösten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-6556950849082410464?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/6556950849082410464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=6556950849082410464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6556950849082410464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6556950849082410464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/07/upcoming-cooking-course-season-den.html' title='The upcoming cooking course season / Den kommande matlagningskurssäsongen'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FszOsUmvso/TjOIbRpfV9I/AAAAAAAAFAc/cZPexDzUGKo/s72-c/279696_259853614040901_100000487944236_1154353_337228_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3473171718341388648</id><published>2011-07-20T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:05:14.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures! / Fler bilder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.10150265755103910&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wRyIRfiJSs/TibuOUn3QJI/AAAAAAAAFAU/wsn8OqElvWI/s400/266323_255375851155344_100000487944236_1136101_5884379_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631450313894871186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.10150265755103910&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makhan Chor's photo album: Click here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3473171718341388648?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3473171718341388648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3473171718341388648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3473171718341388648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3473171718341388648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-pictures-fler-bilder.html' title='More pictures! / Fler bilder!'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wRyIRfiJSs/TibuOUn3QJI/AAAAAAAAFAU/wsn8OqElvWI/s72-c/266323_255375851155344_100000487944236_1136101_5884379_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5881973618053216265</id><published>2011-07-18T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:05:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Gurumaharaj's visit / Bilder från Gurumaharaj's besök</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.10150264722898910"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaiO1TXHx7o/TiUB0Dn0v_I/AAAAAAAAFAM/73sG2EUcJTc/s400/269513_10150317488804878_668114877_9387567_4283054_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630908902933839858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.10150264722898910"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.10150264722898910"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Album: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=oa.10150264722898910"&gt;Click here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5881973618053216265?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5881973618053216265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5881973618053216265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5881973618053216265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5881973618053216265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/07/pictures-from-gurumaharajs-visit-bilder.html' title='Pictures from Gurumaharaj&apos;s visit / Bilder från Gurumaharaj&apos;s besök'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaiO1TXHx7o/TiUB0Dn0v_I/AAAAAAAAFAM/73sG2EUcJTc/s72-c/269513_10150317488804878_668114877_9387567_4283054_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-6308934116552259228</id><published>2011-07-03T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T06:14:52.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week left / En vecka kvar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rl8EKWbLFU/ThBrI6OQj9I/AAAAAAAAFAE/dj2sVNixjys/s1600/257781_10150204742532637_691647636_7159725_6823814_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rl8EKWbLFU/ThBrI6OQj9I/AAAAAAAAFAE/dj2sVNixjys/s400/257781_10150204742532637_691647636_7159725_6823814_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625113735397937106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-6308934116552259228?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/6308934116552259228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=6308934116552259228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6308934116552259228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6308934116552259228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-week-left-en-vecka-kvar.html' title='One week left / En vecka kvar'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rl8EKWbLFU/ThBrI6OQj9I/AAAAAAAAFAE/dj2sVNixjys/s72-c/257781_10150204742532637_691647636_7159725_6823814_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-9034545025609174651</id><published>2011-06-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:37:01.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of the same soil / Barn av samma jord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4ZnkpJnQ8U/Tgeyq-xmSkI/AAAAAAAAE_8/BEWvZgIhYjw/s1600/ssm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4ZnkpJnQ8U/Tgeyq-xmSkI/AAAAAAAAE_8/BEWvZgIhYjw/s400/ssm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622659111270632002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We shall relish being in the company of His &lt;/span&gt;(Krishna's)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; devotees. We have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; children of the same soil - we are meeting our home associates. If our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; internal satisfaction is of that type, we are holding something of a safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; position. We want to recognize our home, but we are now traveling in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; a foreign land. We should try to find the inner feeling of our hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; without wanting some miracle.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Srila Sridhara Maharaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-9034545025609174651?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/9034545025609174651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=9034545025609174651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/9034545025609174651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/9034545025609174651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/06/children-of-same-soil-barn-av-samma.html' title='Children of the same soil / Barn av samma jord'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4ZnkpJnQ8U/Tgeyq-xmSkI/AAAAAAAAE_8/BEWvZgIhYjw/s72-c/ssm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-945536874197993170</id><published>2011-06-23T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:21:08.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality and quantity / Kvaliet och kvantitet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np0qe7WXdvk/TgPJ5bjXtKI/AAAAAAAAE_0/SdyQnlQsRgc/s1600/bap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np0qe7WXdvk/TgPJ5bjXtKI/AAAAAAAAE_0/SdyQnlQsRgc/s400/bap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621558748374348962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Quality is when someone takes Krishna to heart, quantity is when many people do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Gurumaharaj Paramadvaiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-945536874197993170?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/945536874197993170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=945536874197993170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/945536874197993170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/945536874197993170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/06/quality-and-quantity-kvaliet-och.html' title='Quality and quantity / Kvaliet och kvantitet'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np0qe7WXdvk/TgPJ5bjXtKI/AAAAAAAAE_0/SdyQnlQsRgc/s72-c/bap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2993362979435572940</id><published>2011-06-16T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:26:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise and critique / Beröm och kritik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KswXKwfcYSU/Tfotem8POhI/AAAAAAAAE_s/IzzlNB7yQTI/s1600/siddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KswXKwfcYSU/Tfotem8POhI/AAAAAAAAE_s/IzzlNB7yQTI/s400/siddha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618853488970643986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Srila Bhaktisiddhanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Srila Bhaktisiddhanta, a great teacher in our tradition, said that those who praise you are your worst enemies while those who criticize you are your best friends. When someone criticizes you, you get a chance to become humble but when someone praises you, you become proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Srila Bhaktisiddhanta, en stor lärare i vår tradition, sa att de som berömmer dig är dina värsta fiender medan de som kritiserar dig är dina bästa vänner. När någon kritiserar dig får du en möjlighet att bli ödmjuk, men när någon berömmer dig blir du stolt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijv7ckj0T6g/TfotevwNivI/AAAAAAAAE_k/O7A3lW4a5AY/s1600/vai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijv7ckj0T6g/TfotevwNivI/AAAAAAAAE_k/O7A3lW4a5AY/s400/vai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618853491336121074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gurumaharaj &amp;amp; Vaiyasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Some autumns ago in Vrindavan, India, the famous kirtan singer Vaiyasaki was visiting my Gurumaharaj's temple. After he had been singing that evening, Gurumaharaj praised him as one of the world's leading kirtan singers and encouraged him to go on a kirtan tour and visit the temples of our mission. Vaiyasaki immediately acknowledged and told everyone in the assembly that this is how a real vaishnava speaks. He simultaneously praises and encourages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; För några höstar sedan i Vrindavan, Indien, var den kända kirtan-sångaren Vaiyasaki på besök min Gurumaharajs tempel. Efter att han hade sjungit den kvällen berömde Gurumaharaj honom som en av världens ledande kirtan-sångare och uppmuntrade honom att åka på turné och besöka alla tempel i vår mission. Vaiyasaki uppmärksammade genast och sa till alla församlade att så här talar en riktig vaishnava. Han berömmer och uppmuntrar samtidigt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PN3aQuSBKSA/TfoteEzrf4I/AAAAAAAAE_c/2dQeqxLfk98/s1600/chap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PN3aQuSBKSA/TfoteEzrf4I/AAAAAAAAE_c/2dQeqxLfk98/s400/chap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618853479807942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The other day I was making chapatis and one friend praised me for my skills at it. It was actually beginner's luck but I absorbed the praise and the next day I was standing puffed up by stove. The chapatis didn't get puffed up that day though, they burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Här om dagen gjorde jag chapatis och en vän berömde mig för mina färdigheter i detta. Det var faktiskt nybörjartur men jag absorberade lovorden och nästa dag stod jag uppblåst vid spisen. Dock blev inte chapatisarna uppblåsta den dagen, de brände.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_Wzxedv-rw/Tfotd9-4s8I/AAAAAAAAE_U/zsVvLW2YxHo/s1600/skier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_Wzxedv-rw/Tfotd9-4s8I/AAAAAAAAE_U/zsVvLW2YxHo/s400/skier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618853477975897026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm now trying to put together the points from the three little notes above. I see that the kind words of my friend made me proud, but I would feel uncomfortable to call him my worst enemy. Combining the wisdom of the two first notes, I suggest: Don't see a complement as a confirmation only, but also as a challenge. A word of praise is coming your way. Now can you handle that? Can you avoid becoming proud and instead recognize that it's only by God's grace that we can succeed in anything? Can you see it as an encouragement for further service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you make it? Wow, what a great person you are! (Just testing you, ha ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Jag försöker nu sätta samman poängerna från de tre små anteckningarna ovan. Jag ser att de vänliga orden från min vän gjorde mig stolt, men jag skulle känna mig obekväm med att kalla honom min värsta fiende. Efter att ha kombinerat visdomarna från de första två styckena, föreslår jag: Se inte en komplimang som endast en bekräftelse, utan också som en utmaning. Ett lovord kommer flygande åt ditt håll. Kan du hantera det? Kan du undvika att bli stolt och istället erkänna att det bara är genom Guds försyn som kan något åstadkommas över huvud taget. kan du se det som en uppmuntran för vidare tjänst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lyckades du? Wow, vilken fantastisk person du är! (Testar dig bara, ha ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2993362979435572940?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2993362979435572940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2993362979435572940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2993362979435572940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2993362979435572940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/06/praise-and-critique-berom-och-kritik.html' title='Praise and critique / Beröm och kritik'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KswXKwfcYSU/Tfotem8POhI/AAAAAAAAE_s/IzzlNB7yQTI/s72-c/siddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2268730057199231200</id><published>2011-06-09T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T03:05:38.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 veckor på nimai / 2 weeks in Nimai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Programmet för två veckor framöver, här på Nimaihuset. Så spring ut i sommarregnet och in &lt;/span&gt;på Nimaihuset, för inspiration och spännande smakupplevelser. Kom, kom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Onsdagar 18.30 – 20.30 Föredrag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;15/6 ”Children and spirituality” med Arci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Torsdagar 18.30 – 20.30 Studiecirkel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Bhagavad Gita med Magnus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Lördagar 17.00 – 20.30 Satsang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Föredrag, festmat och musikupplevelser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;11/6 Föredrag ”Yoga vs droga” med Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;18/6 Föredrag ”Is illusion only an illusion?” med Makhan Chor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2268730057199231200?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2268730057199231200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2268730057199231200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2268730057199231200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2268730057199231200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-veckor-pa-nimai-2-weeks-in-nimai.html' title='2 veckor på nimai / 2 weeks in Nimai'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3218564065329115956</id><published>2011-06-08T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:36:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omfamna motgångarna / Embrace your problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/4950910989_ea0957f6cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/4950910989_ea0957f6cf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVENSKA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livet är som en trädgård och du och jag måste bli livets ständiga trädgårdsmästare. Srila Atulanandana Acarya skriver i ”Anledning att finnas”, några sidor poetiskt hop(p)flätade ord som finns här på Nimaihuset för dig som törstar efter sanningsord i sommarvärmen, att livet måste mötas av motgångar och förluster för att kunna blomma, ”som man beskär fruktträd för att de ska bära mera frukt; som man beskär rosenbusken för att rosen ska bli starkare”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.houseintohome.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/where-to-cut-roses-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.houseintohome.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/where-to-cut-roses-1.JPG" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 294px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motgångar och förluster öppnar våra hjärtan, våra ögon och öron för andra möjligheter, andra vägar i livet som vi kan ge oss ut på upptäcktsfärd längs. Vägar som först kan tyckas snåriga. Men bland snåren kommer du finna undangömda, bortglömda blommor. Du behöver bara rensa bort ogräset i hjärtat först.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Och hänger du med oss ut på landet finns där också ogräs att rensa. Det är ett schysst tillfälle till meditativ ogräsrensning i såväl trädgårdsbäddarna, som i hjärtat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.petalot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/dog-in-car-window12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.petalot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/dog-in-car-window12.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 480px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utan motgångar och förluster hade du och jag fortsatt längs asfalterad motorväg i maximal hastighet och missat blommorna på vägen. För med fartvind i håret ägnar vi väl inte en tanke på att sakta ner. Motgångar och förluster är Gud som, av ren kärlek och välmening, lägger krokben för oss. Det är bara tack vare problem som vi utvecklas mentalt och andligt, som Scott Peck skriver i sin bok ”Den smala vägen”. Med den kunskapen gör det inte så mycket att vi skrapar upp knäna och det svider, för vi vet att bakom lidandet ligger en omtanke om att vi ska utvecklas mentalt och andligt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://verdemama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/IMG_6424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://verdemama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/IMG_6424.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 341px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;När Beethoven var 26 år började han uppleva hörselproblem, som senare övergick i total dövhet. Men han hade en stor passion för musik, så trots den motgång han möttes av fortsatte han och komponerade några av sina största verk efter han förlorat sin hörsel. Beethoven visade oerhörd beslutsamhet och genomförde sin längtan att få komponera musik. Hans beslutsamhet och passion för att komponera musik är ett gott exempel på att om hjärtat är med i det du tar dig an så kommer du att finna lösningar, även i motgångarna. Så känn efter vilka frågor ditt hjärta bultar några extra slag för, vilka frågor som är dina hjärtefrågor och kämpa för dem. Jag kan ge dig en hint om att i alla människors hjärtan finns en längtan att sluta orsaka andra levande individer smärta, att bli vegetarian. Det är jag absolut övertygad om. Och att bli vegetarian är en cool början på resten av ditt liv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Att ta sig an ett problem börjar med att omfamna det, inte att skjuta det ifrån sig och neka det. Att acceptera den situation vi är i och sanningen sätter vi oss i en position där vi kan lära oss och göra framsteg. Och när du möts av motgångar, minns att flygplanet inte lyfter med vinden, utan mot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://olaaasprang.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny_picture0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://olaaasprang.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny_picture0631.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 327px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hälsningar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Josefine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/4950910989_ea0957f6cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/4950910989_ea0957f6cf.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN ENGLISH: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like a garden and you and I have to become life’s constant gardener. Srila Atulanandana Acarya writes in “Reason for being”, a few pages poetic and hopeful interlaced words you can find here at the Nimai house, that life must meet setbacks to flower, “as if pruning the fruit tree to improve its fruit; as if pruning the rose bush to strengthen the rose”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.houseintohome.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/where-to-cut-roses-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.houseintohome.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/where-to-cut-roses-1.JPG" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 294px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setbacks will open our hearts, our eyes and ears for other possibilities, other roads in life to travel. Roads that may appear jungly at first. But among the bushes you will find hidden, forgotten flowers. You only need to clean out the weed in your heart first. (And if you will come with us to the farm, there is also weed to clean out. It is a nice opportunity for meditative weeding as well in the flowerbeds, as in the heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.petalot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/dog-in-car-window12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.petalot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/dog-in-car-window12.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 480px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without setbacks you and I would have continued along the highway at maximum speed and missed the flowers by the road. Because with the wind in the hair we hardly devote a thought to speed down. Setbacks are God who, by pure love and good intention, sabotages our plans. Since, “it is only because of problems that we grow mentally and spiritually”, as Scott Peck writes in his book “The road less traveled”. And with that knowledge it doesn’t matter so much that we scrape up our knees and that it hurts, because we know that behind the suffering there is a concern for us to grow mentally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://verdemama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/IMG_6424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://verdemama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/IMG_6424.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 341px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Beethoven was 26 years old, he started experiencing hearing problems, which later became total deafness. Yet, Beethoven went on to compose some of his greatest works after his hearing loss. He had a strong passion for music, and even though everything seemed to be going against him, he showed tremendous determination to overcome his challenge and fulfill his desire to compose. He sat a good example and showed that if the heart is within your activities, you will find solutions, even in adversity. So discover what your heart wants and fight for it. I can give you a hint that one desire in everyone’s heart is to stop causing pain to other living being, to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;become a vegetarian. I am absolutely convinced by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenging a problem begins with embracing it rather than resisting it. Accepting the truth about what is so places us in a position to learn and move forward. And when everything seems to be going against you remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://olaaasprang.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny_picture0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://olaaasprang.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny_picture0631.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 327px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Greetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Josefine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3218564065329115956?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3218564065329115956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3218564065329115956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3218564065329115956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3218564065329115956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/06/omfamna-motgangarna-embrace-your.html' title='Omfamna motgångarna / Embrace your problems'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/4950910989_ea0957f6cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3260692263669062184</id><published>2011-05-22T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T03:59:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is not an object</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJR9-4ocWww/TdjrvvgluQI/AAAAAAAADDg/kYLRZRQ43pA/s1600/Bizarro_20100816_large.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJR9-4ocWww/TdjrvvgluQI/AAAAAAAADDg/kYLRZRQ43pA/s400/Bizarro_20100816_large.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609492541329488130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Bhakta Chris gave us a nice lecture. I gathered one realization from him when he was defining God to some of our new guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes to loving God you can't love him as an object because the scriptures gives you the most amazing descriptions such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everywhere, yet he is nowhere&lt;br /&gt;He is inside of your heart but outside as well&lt;br /&gt;He is one but manifests as many&lt;br /&gt;He has no form, yet he is described as having a form&lt;br /&gt;He has no attributes, yet he has a peacockfeather in his hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..." end of my notes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;//vasudeva d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3260692263669062184?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3260692263669062184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3260692263669062184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3260692263669062184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3260692263669062184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-is-not-object.html' title='God is not an object'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJR9-4ocWww/TdjrvvgluQI/AAAAAAAADDg/kYLRZRQ43pA/s72-c/Bizarro_20100816_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1668796023824271525</id><published>2011-05-17T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:15:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 veckor på Nimai</title><content type='html'>Välkommen till något av följande program under de närmaste två veckorna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdcOgBJQ7SQ/TdMOR8ZNG9I/AAAAAAAADCs/RmL-1nkHDTU/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdcOgBJQ7SQ/TdMOR8ZNG9I/AAAAAAAADCs/RmL-1nkHDTU/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607841662438808530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tisdagar  18:30–20:30 Veg. matlagningskurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             120kr/tillfälle (anmäl dig minst en dag innan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             --&amp;gt;17/5 - Indisk het soppa och baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             --&amp;gt;24/5 -Channa masala, ris och raita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWADEZOvnRA/TdMOSCVx4PI/AAAAAAAADC0/hbX0VjTrlco/s1600/soa_with_esi_difficult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWADEZOvnRA/TdMOSCVx4PI/AAAAAAAADC0/hbX0VjTrlco/s400/soa_with_esi_difficult.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607841664035053810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why make spiritual efforts?&lt;/span&gt;" med Chris 18/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onsdagar 18:30–20:30 Föredrag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            --&amp;gt; 18/5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Why making spiritual efforts”&lt;/span&gt; med Chris&lt;br /&gt;          --&amp;gt; 25/5 Online lecture with Swami Padmanabha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpfKlJ1p1tI/TdMOSgePXYI/AAAAAAAADC8/Uf3wgbcQGjo/s1600/gita-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpfKlJ1p1tI/TdMOSgePXYI/AAAAAAAADC8/Uf3wgbcQGjo/s400/gita-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607841672123604354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torsdagar 18:30-20:30 Studiecirkel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Bhagavad Gita med Magnus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQqjLUCZxcM/TdMOSlHyCNI/AAAAAAAADDE/mTb394vt_1w/s1600/stenmark18_71840985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQqjLUCZxcM/TdMOSlHyCNI/AAAAAAAADDE/mTb394vt_1w/s400/stenmark18_71840985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607841673371584722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is difficult" med Arci 28/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lördagar 17:00-20:30 Satsang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Föredrag, festmat och ljuva musikupplevelser&lt;br /&gt;            --&amp;gt; 21/5 Föredrag “Ego concepts” med Garuda.&lt;br /&gt;        --&amp;gt; 28/5 Föredrag “Life is difficult” med Arci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1668796023824271525?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1668796023824271525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1668796023824271525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1668796023824271525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1668796023824271525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-veckor-pa-nimai.html' title='2 veckor på Nimai'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdcOgBJQ7SQ/TdMOR8ZNG9I/AAAAAAAADCs/RmL-1nkHDTU/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1993143414245042737</id><published>2011-05-04T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:19:35.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Två veckor på Nimai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Här under följer shema för vad som händer på Nimaihuset de närmsta två veckorna. &lt;/span&gt;Välkommen!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af46LuR0OR8/TcF7XEqeVRI/AAAAAAAADCg/FEMte13Z_5E/s1600/responsibility.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af46LuR0OR8/TcF7XEqeVRI/AAAAAAAADCg/FEMte13Z_5E/s400/responsibility.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602895047744705810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Onsdag 4e Maj 18:30 – 20:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Föredrag,  &lt;i&gt;“Protection of responsability” &lt;/i&gt;med Garuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojIMpu_eXos/TcF7LT-r_5I/AAAAAAAADCI/R9kjtyb5PkA/s1600/gita-logo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojIMpu_eXos/TcF7LT-r_5I/AAAAAAAADCI/R9kjtyb5PkA/s400/gita-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602894845697589138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torsdag 5e Maj 18:30 - 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Studiecirkel i Bhagavad Gita med Magnus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bU_3OxTgK28/TcF7LCCiVJI/AAAAAAAADB4/yrTMTMJ9cek/s1600/bhaktiyoga.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bU_3OxTgK28/TcF7LCCiVJI/AAAAAAAADB4/yrTMTMJ9cek/s400/bhaktiyoga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602894840881894546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lördag 7e Maj 17:00 - 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Satsang - Föredrag &lt;i&gt;“Bhakti Yoga”&lt;/i&gt; med Tulasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Festmåltid och ljuva musikupplevelser (kostar inget men lämna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;gärna en donation för maten)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAJZoXrM6Fo/TcF7LNZQngI/AAAAAAAADCA/EuXSk5JnaUs/s1600/bread.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAJZoXrM6Fo/TcF7LNZQngI/AAAAAAAADCA/EuXSk5JnaUs/s400/bread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602894843929992706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tisdag 10e Maj 18:30 – 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vegetarisk matlagningskurs, &lt;i&gt;”Baka bröd på kort tid“ &lt;/i&gt;med &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Makhanchor. 120kr/tillfälle/person (anmäl dig minst en dag i förväg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtNURqTzUY8/TcF7Lz5IW6I/AAAAAAAADCY/-Rwu2AnOsIE/s1600/skylight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtNURqTzUY8/TcF7Lz5IW6I/AAAAAAAADCY/-Rwu2AnOsIE/s400/skylight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602894854264216482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onsdag 11e Maj 18:30 – 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Föredrag, &lt;i&gt;”Progressive spirituality”&lt;/i&gt; med Shyamananda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojIMpu_eXos/TcF7LT-r_5I/AAAAAAAADCI/R9kjtyb5PkA/s1600/gita-logo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojIMpu_eXos/TcF7LT-r_5I/AAAAAAAADCI/R9kjtyb5PkA/s400/gita-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602894845697589138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torsdag 12e Maj 18:30 - 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Studiecirkel i Bhagavad Gita med Magnus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxh5nckuwpw/TcF7Lqhv53I/AAAAAAAADCQ/rf2tqSHbifk/s1600/narasimha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxh5nckuwpw/TcF7Lqhv53I/AAAAAAAADCQ/rf2tqSHbifk/s400/narasimha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602894851750225778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lördag 14e Maj 17:00 - 20:30 - Nrisimha Caturdasi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Satsang/Festival - Föredrag &lt;i&gt;“The eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind”&lt;/i&gt; med Vasudeva. Festmåltid och ljuva musikupplevelser (kostar inget men lämna gärna en donation för maten)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1993143414245042737?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1993143414245042737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1993143414245042737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1993143414245042737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1993143414245042737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/05/tva-veckor-pa-nimai.html' title='Två veckor på Nimai'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af46LuR0OR8/TcF7XEqeVRI/AAAAAAAADCg/FEMte13Z_5E/s72-c/responsibility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-7982267086465302688</id><published>2011-05-02T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:39:00.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The emperor&apos;s true clothes'/><title type='text'>Mahapra-blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E1uaHjQlvo/Tb7dBc7b3vI/AAAAAAAAE_I/0aShUajVPV4/s1600/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602158003510566642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E1uaHjQlvo/Tb7dBc7b3vI/AAAAAAAAE_I/0aShUajVPV4/s400/IMG_3277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rohini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-7982267086465302688?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/7982267086465302688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=7982267086465302688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7982267086465302688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7982267086465302688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/05/mahapra-blue.html' title='Mahapra-blue'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E1uaHjQlvo/Tb7dBc7b3vI/AAAAAAAAE_I/0aShUajVPV4/s72-c/IMG_3277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3634539398959007702</id><published>2011-04-22T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T04:06:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day Today - Jordens Dag idag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePh2haeQP4k/TbFPhvFEs4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GR56GdXWRbg/s1600/DSC_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePh2haeQP4k/TbFPhvFEs4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GR56GdXWRbg/s400/DSC_0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598343252790260610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Varje dag är en speciell dag, och varje dag borde vi arbeta aktivt för en förbättrad miljö både lokalt och globalt. Idag är det Earth Day, Jordens dag, och den instiftades av den amerikanska politikern Gaylord Nelson den 22a april 1970 för att göra folk mer miljömedvetna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mycket har hänt sedan 1970 men fortfarande återstår en hel del att göra. "Slit och släng"-industrin är en avancerad apparat som fortfarande är ett miljöhot liksom varje människas vardagliga konsumtion. Ett exempel är den moderna toaletten som använder sig av fullt drickbart vatten för att transportera avfall från toan till ett reningsverk eller tyvärr, som i många andra fall/länder, rakt ut i ett vattendrag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRR rrrrrr RRRRR. Det är dags att vakna. Det är varken dyrt eller svårt att agera för en bättre miljön. I Sverige har vi alla möjligheter serverade såsom sopsortering och kompostering. I storstäderna tar vi oss lätt fram med kollektivtrafik och behöver inte använda bil. Att gå och cykla är ett strålande alternativ, begagnade cyklar kostar inte heller skjortan. Begagnat är bra och fungerar i det flesta fallen, byt grejer med kompisar eller ta en titt i second-hand-butiker.&lt;br /&gt;Förbrukningen av plastpåsar kan minskas med återanvändning och att använda ex. tygkassar när du handlar.&lt;br /&gt;Handla ekologiskt, speciellt bomullskläder, och mat bör också va' närodlad mat. Att äta vegetariskt, enligt årstiderna och att laga mat utan konstigheter är också en väg. Kan du odla själv är det ett plus i kanten. Kan du byta ut din vanliga vatten-toa till torrdass är det ytterligare ett plus i kanten.&lt;br /&gt;Många fler miljötips kan ni hitta på nätet och på biblioteket finns en rad böcker om miljösmart leverne. Det finns inte någon anledning i hela universum till att ligga på latsidan, Gaylord Nelson var redan i farten för 40 år sedan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a special day, and every day we should work actively to improve the environment both locally and globally. Today is Earth Day, and it were established by the american politician Gaylord Nelson on 22 April 1970 to make people more environmentally aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened since 1970 but still remains a lot to do. "Throwaway" industry is a sophisticated machinery that is still an environmental threat as well as every person's daily consumption. One example is the modern toilet that uses fully drinkable water to transport waste from the toilet into a sewage treatment plant or unfortunately, in many cases/countries, straight into a stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRR RRRRR rrrrrr. It is time to wake up. It is neither expensive nor difficult to act to improve the environment. In Sweden we have all the opportunities served as waste separation and composting. In big cities we have all the possibility to travel by public transportation suchs as trams and buses and do not need to use a car. Walking and cycling is an excellent alternative, used bikes cost like nothing. Second hand is good and works in most cases, swop stuff with friends or take a look at second-hand stores.&lt;br /&gt;The use of plastic bags can be reduced by using them a second time and by using bags of cloth for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Shop organic products, especially cotton clothing, and food should be locally grown food. Eating vegetarian, according to the seasons and to cook with natural ingredients is also one method. Can you grow your own food then this is very good. If you can replace your normal water toilet with a dry toilet, it is another good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Many more eco-tips are there, you can find online and the library have a great number of books on eco-smart living. There is no reason in the whole universe to be lazy, Gaylord Nelson was already on the move 40 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpPggYVaVkg/TbFPFENuuoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/l3Td0LezZFE/s1600/gurudev_paramadvaiti_cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpPggYVaVkg/TbFPFENuuoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/l3Td0LezZFE/s400/gurudev_paramadvaiti_cleaning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598342760247507586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Det här är inte Gaylord Nelson utan B.A. Paramadvaiti Swami och han är en hårt arbetande Guru som förespråkar miljövänligt leverne och har gjort så i över 25 år. Han är även den som kämpar hårt för att hålla Vrindavan och Mayapur rent och snyggt. I Indien slänger man saker hej vilt utan att tänka på konsekvenserna. Precis som det var vanligt för 100 år sedan i Sverige då vi grävde ner bilar och slängde ut allt oönskat skräp på backen bakom huset. Inget ont sagt om någon.&lt;br /&gt;Vill du vara med och hjälpa till att städa upp i Vrindavan och Mayapur kan du antingen bidra med din frivilliga arbetskraft eller med en slant när helst du vill.&lt;br /&gt;Sätt in ditt bidrag på bankgiro: 5952-7937. Märk din insättning Vrindavan eller HelpingHands. Skriv gärna ett e-mail till: nimai.arts@gmail.com och berätta för oss om ditt bidrag. Ni kan även stödja projeketet direkt, se följande länk:&lt;br /&gt;http://helpinghand.vrinda.org/&lt;br /&gt;För att stödja vår verksamhet i Sverige kan ni använda ovanstående bankgiro. Vi behöver både bidrag till att fortsätta inspirera andra till att bli både vegetarianer och miljömedvetna, underhåll av vårt vegetarisk kök Sattva och till vår ekologiska odling i Kungsbacka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;This is not Gaylord Nelson, this is B.A. Paramadvaiti Swami and he is one hard working Guru who are promoting environmentally friendly living and been doing it since over 25 years ago. He is also one of the pioneers who struggling to keep Vrindavan and Mayapur clean and tidy. In India, they throw things haphazardly without considering the consequences. Just as it was common 100 years ago in Sweden when we buried cars and threw out all unwanted junk on the hill behind the house. Nothing bad said about anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If you like to help out and clean up in Vrindavan and Mayapur, you can either help with your voluntary workforce or with a bit of money whenever you want. Put your contribution on our bank-giro: 5952-7937. Mark your deposit Vrindavan or HelpingHands. Please send us an e-mail to: nimai.arts@gmail.com and tell us about your contribution. You can also send money directly to the project Helping Hands, see following link:&lt;br /&gt;http://helpinghand.vrinda.org/&lt;br /&gt;You can also support our work in Sweden by sending us a donation to the account above. We need both a contribution to continue inspiring others to be both vegetarian and more environmentally conscious, for the maintaing of our vegetarian lunch-restaurant Sattva and to our organic farming in Kungsbacka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3634539398959007702?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3634539398959007702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3634539398959007702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3634539398959007702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3634539398959007702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/04/eart-day-today-jordens-dag-idag.html' title='Earth Day Today - Jordens Dag idag'/><author><name>Andreas Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06525893892899080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePh2haeQP4k/TbFPhvFEs4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GR56GdXWRbg/s72-c/DSC_0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8279030629179991260</id><published>2011-04-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:10:47.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Två veckor framöver på Nimaihuset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GH-d6MjtUac/TaxB82bqUmI/AAAAAAAADAA/8Oflb-p0CwM/s1600/20100905174037_dsc_0272.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GH-d6MjtUac/TaxB82bqUmI/AAAAAAAADAA/8Oflb-p0CwM/s400/20100905174037_dsc_0272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596920950574174818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tisdag 19e April 18:30 – 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vegetarisk matlagningskurs, “Indisk mat” med Makhanchor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;120kr/tillfälle/person (anmäl dig minst en dag i förväg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwJoIHtT35U/TaxCQBhJJWI/AAAAAAAADAI/kwEsw5n3wVs/s1600/ayurveda_medicine_ayurvedic_institute.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwJoIHtT35U/TaxCQBhJJWI/AAAAAAAADAI/kwEsw5n3wVs/s400/ayurveda_medicine_ayurvedic_institute.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596921279967470946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onsdag20e April 18:30 – 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Föredrag,  “Health and happiness in Ayurveda” med Rohini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLX_ceel0WI/TaxCxAZGzbI/AAAAAAAADAQ/UiQzi-Z6hJQ/s1600/gita-logo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLX_ceel0WI/TaxCxAZGzbI/AAAAAAAADAQ/UiQzi-Z6hJQ/s400/gita-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596921846601010610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torsdag 21a April 18:30 - 20:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studiecirkel i Bhagavad Gita med Magnus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81mNzbLSpL4/TaxEPJplnpI/AAAAAAAADAY/Ra2tnJyw6xU/s1600/stars_141861625.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81mNzbLSpL4/TaxEPJplnpI/AAAAAAAADAY/Ra2tnJyw6xU/s400/stars_141861625.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596923463993761426" style="cursor: pointer; 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Festmåltid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;och ljuva musikupplevelser (kostar inget men lämna gärna en &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donation för maten)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8279030629179991260?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8279030629179991260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8279030629179991260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8279030629179991260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8279030629179991260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/04/tva-veckor-framover-pa-nimaihuset.html' title='Två veckor framöver på Nimaihuset'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GH-d6MjtUac/TaxB82bqUmI/AAAAAAAADAA/8Oflb-p0CwM/s72-c/20100905174037_dsc_0272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-341891146295341263</id><published>2011-04-13T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T05:55:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTeIL8gJ82E/TaU5q4CzXqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/9uJOPqDZeKY/s1600/ramanavami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTeIL8gJ82E/TaU5q4CzXqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/9uJOPqDZeKY/s400/ramanavami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594941520839138978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Haribol allihopa!&lt;br /&gt;Igår var det tisdag, och egentligen skulle köket vara fullt med matlagningskurs.&lt;br /&gt;Vi firade Rama istället eftersom det var hans dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfZ3kwuhofo/TaU7A6jSwwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VRJOBB_jgUE/s1600/cooking_samosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfZ3kwuhofo/TaU7A6jSwwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VRJOBB_jgUE/s400/cooking_samosas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594942998981034754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Våra gäster Mregesh och Praneshwara ordnade samosas till kvällens festmåltid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kvällen började med en handfull kirtans, och wow vilket drag det blev när alla deltagares halsar hade värmts upp!&lt;br /&gt;Vasudeva och Garuda anlände från en inspirerande resa i Polen, precis i tid för programmet och förstnämnde fick uppdraget att dela ut nektar denna kväll.&lt;br /&gt;Vasudeva poängterade bland annat att umgänget du väljer spelar stor roll i hur du utformas som människa. Umgås du med folk som spelar golf så kommer också ditt liv handla om golf och din jargong blir därefter. Flertalet definitioner på kärlek finns liksom sätt att sprida det på, med golfklubba kanske inte är det bästa. Och det finns en skillnad på äppel och päron, vad vi pysslar med på Nimaihuset är att dela med oss, sharing, inte direkt predikning som det kan verka som.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0uVvuApBr8/TaU8AEfmnII/AAAAAAAAAg4/ss4f4ziWvAs/s1600/vasudevadas_lecture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0uVvuApBr8/TaU8AEfmnII/AAAAAAAAAg4/ss4f4ziWvAs/s400/vasudevadas_lecture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594944083981671554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vårt mål är att dela med oss av vad vår inspirationskälla delar ut, och vår inspirationskälla är B.A. Paramadvaiti Swami och hans inspirationskälla är i sin tur en lång rad Gurus och den gemensamma källan är Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. Och vad gjorde Mahaprabhu?&lt;br /&gt;Jo, han delade ut villkorslöst av kärlek från högre ort genom att ge alla Maha-mantrat. Det spelade ingen roll om människan var av lågt eller högt kast, muslim, kristen, en tjuv eller en ärlig familjeförsörjare.&lt;br /&gt;Det är av stor vikt åt vad du lutar dig mot i livet, din hängivelse, och Vasudeva vill verkligen att vi ska förstå att om du lutar dig mot Maha-mantrat så står du mer stabilt uti livets svårigheter än om du inte chantar detta mantra alls ... någonsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi avslutade kvällen med en liten festlig måltid som sig bör när det är högtid.&lt;br /&gt;På lördag firar vi Rama igen, häng på och va' med i festligheterna! Vi börjar kl. 17.00. Hjärtinnerligt välkomna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bfi79hwprk/TaU8TNEeigI/AAAAAAAAAhA/woXUDzgQiWo/s1600/altar_rama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bfi79hwprk/TaU8TNEeigI/AAAAAAAAAhA/woXUDzgQiWo/s400/altar_rama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594944412701329922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;Haribol everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Tuesday, and the kitchen would actually been occupied by the Cooking class.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Rama instead because it was his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfZ3kwuhofo/TaU7A6jSwwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VRJOBB_jgUE/s1600/cooking_samosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfZ3kwuhofo/TaU7A6jSwwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VRJOBB_jgUE/s400/cooking_samosas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594942998981034754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guests Mregesh and Praneshwara made samosas for the feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening began with a handful of kirtan, and wow! what a moment of power it was when everyone's throats had been warmed up!&lt;br /&gt;Vasudeva and Garuda arrived from their inspiring trip in Poland, just in time for the program and the former was responsible for distributing nectar this evening.&lt;br /&gt;Vasudeva pointed out, inter alia, that the association you choose plays a big role in how you developed as a person. If you are hanging out with people who play golf it's natural that your life will be about golf and your jargon becomes thereafter. There is many ways of defining what love is and many ways of sharing love. Distributing love with a golf club might not be the best way.&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between apple and pear, what we are doing in Nimaihuset is to share, sharing, and not directly preaching as it may seem like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0uVvuApBr8/TaU8AEfmnII/AAAAAAAAAg4/ss4f4ziWvAs/s1600/vasudevadas_lecture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0uVvuApBr8/TaU8AEfmnII/AAAAAAAAAg4/ss4f4ziWvAs/s400/vasudevadas_lecture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594944083981671554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is to share with us what our source of inspiration share with us, and our inspiration is B.A. Paramadvaiti Swami and his source of inspiration is a long list of Gurus and the common source of inspiration is Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu. And what did Mahaprabhu do?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he shared unconditionally from the treasure house of divine love by distributing The Maha-mantra to everyone. It did not matter if you came from high or low caste, if you were a muslim, christian, a thief or an honest familysupporter. It is of great importance to what you lean on in life, surrender, and Vasudeva really want us to understand that if you lean against The Maha-mantra - then you will stand more stable through the difficulties in life, more stable than if you do not chant this mantra at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening with a little festive meal according to our tradition.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we celebrate Rama again, come and feast with Nimaihuset. We start at 17:00. Heartfelt welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bfi79hwprk/TaU8TNEeigI/AAAAAAAAAhA/woXUDzgQiWo/s1600/altar_rama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bfi79hwprk/TaU8TNEeigI/AAAAAAAAAhA/woXUDzgQiWo/s400/altar_rama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594944412701329922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-341891146295341263?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/341891146295341263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=341891146295341263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/341891146295341263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/341891146295341263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/04/svenska-haribol-allihopa-igar-var-det.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreas Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06525893892899080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTeIL8gJ82E/TaU5q4CzXqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/9uJOPqDZeKY/s72-c/ramanavami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4580681413045418837</id><published>2011-04-02T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:59:48.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flush? / Spola?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ii6jtIMegVY/TZbXSoU8-SI/AAAAAAAAE_A/kjieVmbgDoM/s1600/vatten.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ii6jtIMegVY/TZbXSoU8-SI/AAAAAAAAE_A/kjieVmbgDoM/s400/vatten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590892702489966882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; The catastrophe in Japan is not the last calamity that humanity will experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are predicting lack of clean water to be a cause of war in the future. In the so-called civilized world we are wasting so much water. Take one city with, say, 200.000 toilets, each flushing 5 times per day, 5 litres each time. That's 5 million litres per day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some areas in the U.S. will run out of clean water within ten years. It's time to start using dry toilets. At least think about it, to begin with. That brings us to the next issue. Healthy food. Homegrown food is healthy food. By using dry toilets we will get good fertilizer for growing food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAdA6FIODyY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are slaves of thinking that food comes from the supermarket. But supermarket food is not clean." -Srila B.A. Paramadvaiti Maharaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4580681413045418837?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4580681413045418837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4580681413045418837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4580681413045418837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4580681413045418837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/04/flush-spola.html' title='Flush? / Spola?'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ii6jtIMegVY/TZbXSoU8-SI/AAAAAAAAE_A/kjieVmbgDoM/s72-c/vatten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5791410460853295002</id><published>2011-03-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:44:59.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimai's birthday on saturday! / Nimais födelsedag på lördag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28NblQx9wBA/TX1Hu-_VsUI/AAAAAAAAE-4/s_gWZej9I9M/s1600/Gaurasundar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28NblQx9wBA/TX1Hu-_VsUI/AAAAAAAAE-4/s_gWZej9I9M/s400/Gaurasundar.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583697985517498690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; Gaura premanande! You are all very welcome to the Nimai House on saturday to celebrate Nimai's 525th birthday! We begin at 5 p.m. and promise you an evening you won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Gaura premanande! Ni är alla väldigt välkomna till Nimaihuset på lördag för att fira Nimais födelsedag! Vi börjar kl. 17 och lovar en afton ni inte glömmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5791410460853295002?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5791410460853295002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5791410460853295002' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5791410460853295002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5791410460853295002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/03/nimais-birthday-on-saturday-nimais.html' title='Nimai&apos;s birthday on saturday! / Nimais födelsedag på lördag!'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28NblQx9wBA/TX1Hu-_VsUI/AAAAAAAAE-4/s_gWZej9I9M/s72-c/Gaurasundar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5374704434646153667</id><published>2011-03-06T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T03:46:48.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities / Möjligheter</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="320" height="195" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4Wl-uSwHufk?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; There are so many things we can use our bodies for, if we only knew how and practiced. Just study yoga and meditation and be surprised about what potential is in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for the soul. The soul can incarnate as anything, according to our karma. Now we are humans, but there are millions of other life forms. And more, we can also transcend the network of karma and go beyond time and space, by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Det finns så många saker vi kan använda våra kroppar till, om vi bara visste hur och övade. Studera yoga och meditation bara och förvånas över din inre potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det samma gäller själen. Själen kan inkarnera som vad som helst, i enlighet med vår karma. Nu är vi människor, men det finns miljoner fler livsformer. Och mer, vi kan transcendera karmanätet och gå bortom tid och rum, genom Guds försyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5374704434646153667?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5374704434646153667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5374704434646153667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5374704434646153667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5374704434646153667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/03/possibilities-mojligheter.html' title='Possibilities / Möjligheter'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4Wl-uSwHufk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8033276971013443379</id><published>2011-02-27T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T05:05:14.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kartik documentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KRiGC_-J43Y?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Murali and Maha-Vishnu visited Vrindavan in the late autumn./&lt;br /&gt;Våra vänner Murali och Maha-Vishnu besökte Vrindavan sent i höstas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8033276971013443379?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8033276971013443379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8033276971013443379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8033276971013443379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8033276971013443379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-friends-murali-and-maha-vishnu.html' title='Kartik documentary'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KRiGC_-J43Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3572156396367259987</id><published>2011-02-25T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:48:35.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 4 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdMq3v3Cyg0/TWgHClr0MuI/AAAAAAAAE-w/beMik7MF33s/s1600/buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdMq3v3Cyg0/TWgHClr0MuI/AAAAAAAAE-w/beMik7MF33s/s400/buddha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577715879555379938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Part 1, 2 and 3 were posted on 15th oct, 27th nov and 11th january).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4:&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with a buddha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  I sit. It's quite late. I have been  home from work with fever from a  malady I caught in India. I feel  restless, frustrated and self  critical. Restless for having slept during  the day. Frustrated and self  critical for not being high performing.  Simply for not being able to  accept this day as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I got to think of someone I highly appreciate. Someone who really inspires me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This   man was afflicted by a stroke 30 years back. He cannot walk. Several   times per day, and also for the toileting, he is put in a lift to be   turned in the bed when diapers are to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in his handicap and powerless he has raised above his suffering. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In   every of the about 50 times I've been visiting him, he has welcomed me   heartly with a mild smile. When I was new to my work and fooled with  the  lift, tied the harness in the wrong way, placed him wrong in the   permobil, used him as an example when training new assistants. This   fantastic human being has never in any way complained or exhibited   frustration. I have not met anyone with such forbearance. Many times he   has been left hanging in the air for a while without showing the least   sign of impatience, just hanging their whistling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know  what waits around the next corner. Why could it not be  you or me who  happen to become handicapped? If I'm the one who will lay  with ailments  or be unable to move, he will be the one showed me the  way, inspired  me to take my responsiblity and be kind to others. It's he  who inspires  me tonight to not identify with the body, to bow down in  front of the  altar and thank God for all that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Geoffrey Crueger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBUbbsGqiB4/TWgHAaTIh8I/AAAAAAAAE-o/Z0l2WOCl3C4/s1600/lift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBUbbsGqiB4/TWgHAaTIh8I/AAAAAAAAE-o/Z0l2WOCl3C4/s400/lift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577715842139326402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Del 1, 2 och 3 postades 15 okt, 27 nov och 11 jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del 4:&lt;br /&gt;Möte med en buddha! &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Här  sitter jag. Det är  ganska sent. Jag har varit hemma från jobbet med  febersymptom från en  åkomma jag dragit på mig i Indien. Känner mig  rastlös,frustrerad o  självkritisk. Rastlös för att jag sovit  under  dagen. Frustrerad och självkritisk för att jag inte är  högpresterande.  För att jag helt enkelt inte kan acceptera min dagsform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Också kom jag att tänka på en människa som jag aktar högt. Någon som verkligen inspirerar mig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Denna  man drabbades av en  stroke för ca 30 år sedan. Han kan inte gå. Och  flera gånger om dagen  och vid varje toalettbesök så lyftes han upp med  lift för att vridas och  vändas på i sängen då blöjor skall bytas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fast i sitt handikapp och i en maktlös situation så har han höjt sig över sitt lidande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alla  dem säkert 50 gånger  jag varit hos honom så har han välkomnat mig med  ett hjärtligt och milt  leende. Jag har varit ny på mitt arbete och  fumlat med liften, knutit  selen fel, placerat fel i permobilen, lärt  upp vikarier med honom som  undervisningsobjekt. Denna fantastiska  människa har aldrig på något sätt  kladdat av sig med eller ens uppvisat  frustration. Inte heller har jag  träffat någon med ett sådant tålamod.  Många gånger har han blivit  hängande i liften en stund utan att visa  minsta otålighet istället har  han hängt där och visslat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi  vet aldrig vad som väntar bakom nästa hörn. Varför skulle det inte   vara du eller jag som råkar ut för ett handikapp. Blir det jag som   ligger med krämpor eller orörlig någon gång så är det han som visat   vägen och inspirerar mig till att ta mitt ansvar och vara mild emot   andra. Det är han som inspirerar mig ikväll till att inte identifiera  mig  med kroppen och att buga mig framför altaret och tacka gud för det  som  är.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Geoffrey Crueger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwnlNSn-Tws/TWgG-M0K9FI/AAAAAAAAE-g/VgCt42z2YCc/s1600/patience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwnlNSn-Tws/TWgG-M0K9FI/AAAAAAAAE-g/VgCt42z2YCc/s400/patience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577715804160062546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3572156396367259987?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3572156396367259987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3572156396367259987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3572156396367259987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3572156396367259987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/zimmer-wheel-of-samsara-part-4-samsaras.html' title='The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 4 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 4'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdMq3v3Cyg0/TWgHClr0MuI/AAAAAAAAE-w/beMik7MF33s/s72-c/buddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2110312521995894708</id><published>2011-02-23T01:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:56:16.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ny blogg för Sattva! (Swedish only, sorry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQNgpj98Gho/TWTXB04oprI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/Q5SUc4lqSqA/s1600/banner2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQNgpj98Gho/TWTXB04oprI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/Q5SUc4lqSqA/s400/banner2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576818664967546546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sattva-gbg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sattva-gbg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2110312521995894708?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2110312521995894708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2110312521995894708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2110312521995894708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2110312521995894708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/ny-blogg-for-sattva-swedish-only-sorry.html' title='Ny blogg för Sattva! (Swedish only, sorry)'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQNgpj98Gho/TWTXB04oprI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/Q5SUc4lqSqA/s72-c/banner2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5314696973277500401</id><published>2011-02-20T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:10:02.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balaram exist us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcDoiYPEcL4/TWGC_MxGywI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/RFMyXGwJZEI/s1600/nDEitai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcDoiYPEcL4/TWGC_MxGywI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/RFMyXGwJZEI/s400/nDEitai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575881835931945730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Buddhists say we don't exist. Vedic theology agrees. It is Balaram who exist us. He is explained to be the presiding deity of the sandhini-shakti, the potency that maintains existence. That is not something we can do. We are separated parts of God, with adaptability towards both the superior world of spirit and the inferior world of material energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5314696973277500401?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5314696973277500401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5314696973277500401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5314696973277500401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5314696973277500401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/balaram-exist-us.html' title='Balaram exist us'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcDoiYPEcL4/TWGC_MxGywI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/RFMyXGwJZEI/s72-c/nDEitai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5131723906746880507</id><published>2011-02-13T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:07:04.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One family, many members / En familj, många medlemmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b5RpnwVr9m0?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5131723906746880507?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5131723906746880507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5131723906746880507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5131723906746880507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5131723906746880507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-family-many-members-en-familj-manga.html' title='One family, many members / En familj, många medlemmar'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b5RpnwVr9m0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8622281764209258561</id><published>2011-02-10T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:04:19.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort, first and foremost / Komfort framför allt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AemnMpWpDwM/TVRfkyKv3mI/AAAAAAAAE-I/7NJu8wXtWHw/s1600/ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AemnMpWpDwM/TVRfkyKv3mI/AAAAAAAAE-I/7NJu8wXtWHw/s400/ship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572183724510928482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Leave the sinking ship, don't get stuck in the cabin. Leave the cabin, leave the luggage. Does it matter how nicely you furnished and decorated the cabin in a sinking ship? Even if the others proudly, psychotically stay sitting in their cabins, leave your and run. The water is cold, they say and close their doors. But water always finds a way in. Don't you think it will slip into their cabins finally? Either you jump into the water voluntarily, or you wait until it comes to get you. When the water level almost reached the ceilings in their cabins and they float on the surface, breathing the last air, some of them might realize their mistake. Others not. They think that air will probably last quite long anyway. When his cabin completely water-filled, an old man thought during the last breath he had taken and kept in his lung: "Next time I'll jump in the water directly at the onset of the journey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Shyamananda das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; Det gäller att lämna det sjunkande skeppet, inte fastna i hytten. Lämna hytten, lämna bagaget. Spelar det någon roll hur fint du har möblerat och dekorerat en hytt i ett sjunkande skepp? Även om de andra stolt, psykotiskt sitter kvar i sina hytter, lämna din och spring. Vattnet är kallt, säger de och stänger sina dörrar. Men vatten hittar alltid en väg in. Tror du inte det rinner in i deras hytter till slut? Antingen hoppar du själv i vattnet, eller så väntar du tills det kommer och tar dig. När vattennivån nästan nått taken i de andras hytter och de flyter på ytan, andandes den sista luften, kommer kanske några av dem att inse sitt misstag. Andra inte. De tänker att den här luften räcker nog ganska länge i alla fall. När hans hytt var helt vattenfylld, tänkte en gubbe under det sista andningen han dragit in och höll i lungan: "Nästa gång ska jag hoppa i vattnet direkt vid avfärd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shyamananda das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8622281764209258561?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8622281764209258561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8622281764209258561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8622281764209258561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8622281764209258561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/comfort-first-and-foremost-komfort.html' title='Comfort, first and foremost / Komfort framför allt'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AemnMpWpDwM/TVRfkyKv3mI/AAAAAAAAE-I/7NJu8wXtWHw/s72-c/ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-427157555234726830</id><published>2011-02-05T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:58:05.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant message from Gurumaharaj / Direktmeddelande från Gurumaharaj</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TU28GWQG88I/AAAAAAAAE-A/45_2Vi4bS98/s1600/brahma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TU28GWQG88I/AAAAAAAAE-A/45_2Vi4bS98/s400/brahma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570315131365553090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brahma Kunda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear devotees of Sri Sri Radha Krishna and the Holy Rivers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This year our spring festival at the 8th of February called Vasanta Panchami will be celebrated in Vrindavan in the Brahmakunda with a full day Kirtan festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is not well organized like last year, but we want to invite you all to also chant in your different locations to once again pray for expanded consciousness and care for the holy rivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are in a state of calamaty together with oceans, lakes, forests and groundwaters around the world. Unless man starts to change his habits quite radically, the problem will only become bigger and bigger. So let us pray and meditate what real appreciation for sacred water means in our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Through the sacred sound of prayer, mantras and Kirtan we can all invite a new year of more awareness, more gratefullness for what we have and more compassion for all those who do not have such a treasure such as clean refreshing waters, and what to  speak of sacred waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please report your kirtan on the world prayer and kirtan day page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In love to all brothers and sisters in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Swami B.A. Paramadvaiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-427157555234726830?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/427157555234726830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=427157555234726830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/427157555234726830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/427157555234726830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/instant-message-from-gurumaharaj.html' title='Instant message from Gurumaharaj / Direktmeddelande från Gurumaharaj'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TU28GWQG88I/AAAAAAAAE-A/45_2Vi4bS98/s72-c/brahma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3936385893760491682</id><published>2011-02-02T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:02:54.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and consciousness / Död och metvetande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUnEIqS7hUI/AAAAAAAAE9w/272sFWjB8_k/s1600/CutPicture.com_2011-Feb-02_03_51_55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Here some words from the introduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Every second in life is of equal importance, because it might be the last one. The final moment is precious, carrying a potential for union with the source of our being. Consciousness is a gift that we are meant to develop. When this treasure is preoccupied with the affairs of the material body, it’s necessarily confused. The fragile body is a constant cause for anxiety, but at the same time the field of our learning experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is a threat to our temporary existence. Being constantly threatened we ought to focus on our consciousness in its liberated state, free of the confinement in the cage of flesh and bones. It’s essential to distinguish between the body, the mind, the intellect, the false ego and the real ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Srila B.A. Paramadvaiti Maharaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUnFvxTHC6I/AAAAAAAAE94/mqm9LkA5cWU/s1600/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUnFvxTHC6I/AAAAAAAAE94/mqm9LkA5cWU/s400/death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569199838698343330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Jag är just i färd med att redigera material från vår Gurumaharaj som så småningom ska bli en uppsats om förberedelse för döden. Här några ord från inledningen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Varje sekund i livet är lika viktig, för det kan vara den sista. Den sista stunden är dyrbar, ty den innebär en potential för ett möte med källan till vårt vara. Medvetande är en gåva vi är menade att utveckla. När denna skatt är distraherad av den materiella kroppens förehavanden, är den nödvändigtvis förvirrad. Den ömtåliga kroppen är en konstant källa till oro, men samtidigt fältet för vår utbildning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Döden är ett hot mot vår tillfälliga existens. Då vi konstant är under hot borde vi fokusera på vårt medvetande i dess befriade tillstånd, lösgjort från fångenskapen i buren av kött och ben. Det är väsentligt att skilja mellan kroppen, sinnen, intellektet, det falska egot och det sanna egot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Srila B.A. Paramadvaiti Maharaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3936385893760491682?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3936385893760491682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3936385893760491682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3936385893760491682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3936385893760491682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/02/death-and-consciousness-dod-och.html' title='Death and consciousness / Död och metvetande'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUnEIqS7hUI/AAAAAAAAE9w/272sFWjB8_k/s72-c/CutPicture.com_2011-Feb-02_03_51_55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3404622740200513784</id><published>2011-01-30T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T05:46:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The effulgent Maharaj / Den skinande Maharajan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUVdnDhl1wI/AAAAAAAAE9k/4PE7NlrqFWc/s1600/DSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUVdnDhl1wI/AAAAAAAAE9k/4PE7NlrqFWc/s400/DSCN1920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567959439855965954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Yesterday we had visit from the effulgent Maharaj Sridhara. He gave a lecture in the saturday feast and then we had an uproarious kirtan potent to tear down the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maharaj just came back from India where he had brought a group of 63 catholics to visit Vrindavan and other holy places. It was a very successful journey making a deep impact on the travellers. Some became attached and wanted to stay in Vrindavan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Igår hade vi besök av den skinande Maharajan Sridhara. Han gav lektion på lördagsfesten och sedan hade vi en eruptiv kirtan med kraft nog att riva byggnaden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maharaj kom precis tillbaka från Indien dit han hade tagit en grupp på 63 katoliker för att besök Vrindavan och andra heliga platser. Det var en lyckad resa och gjorde ett djupt intryck på resenärerna. Några blev fästa och ville stanna i Vrindavan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3404622740200513784?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3404622740200513784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3404622740200513784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3404622740200513784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3404622740200513784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/effulgent-maharaj-den-skinande.html' title='The effulgent Maharaj / Den skinande Maharajan'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUVdnDhl1wI/AAAAAAAAE9k/4PE7NlrqFWc/s72-c/DSCN1920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5610077000491793094</id><published>2011-01-27T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T04:44:28.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 81'er / Ännu en 81'a</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUEn6Xnx8fI/AAAAAAAAE9c/9X_lKNPpPXc/s1600/CutPicture.com_2011-Jan-27_03_02_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUEn6Xnx8fI/AAAAAAAAE9c/9X_lKNPpPXc/s400/CutPicture.com_2011-Jan-27_03_02_51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566774498133406194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 30 today... Ki jay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just as last week's birthday child this 81'er is also multi-talented. Webdesigner, dressmaker, yoga teacher, raw food cake assembler, travelling guide, DJ, cook etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, halfway to 60, hang in there! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 30 ida'... Hurra hurra hurra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Precis som förra veckans födelsedagsbarn har även denna 81'a många talanger. Webdesigner, yogalärare, sömmerska, råkosttårtsammansättare, reseledare, DJ, kock etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Så, halvvägs till 60, häng i bara! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5610077000491793094?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5610077000491793094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5610077000491793094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5610077000491793094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5610077000491793094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-81er-annu-en-81a.html' title='Another 81&apos;er / Ännu en 81&apos;a'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TUEn6Xnx8fI/AAAAAAAAE9c/9X_lKNPpPXc/s72-c/CutPicture.com_2011-Jan-27_03_02_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1177387528634684964</id><published>2011-01-25T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:48:45.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narada Muni</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTubevideoplayer" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ljGp3ceWhcE?rel=0" width="400" frameborder="0" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1177387528634684964?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1177387528634684964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1177387528634684964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1177387528634684964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1177387528634684964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/narada-muni.html' title='Narada Muni'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ljGp3ceWhcE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-6526626984555636880</id><published>2011-01-24T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:19:51.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt / Skuld</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTxowQP-sWI/AAAAAAAAE8U/Ltq-WEEuWX8/s1600/CutPicture.com_2011-Jan-23_12_40_58.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTxowQP-sWI/AAAAAAAAE8U/Ltq-WEEuWX8/s400/CutPicture.com_2011-Jan-23_12_40_58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565438417728090466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gopananda das&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English: &lt;/b&gt;Thoughts from Gopananda das, and comments from me (Shyamananda das) below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fruitful discussion with my godcousin Vasudeva Das the other day and one of the things we discussed was guilt. And I thought I could as well write a little bit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt, guilt, guilt, over and over again. Who are these Mr. and Mrs. Guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a believer it easily happens that one doesn't feel satisfied with one's religious practice. Are you like that? I was one of those who accuse themselves, "I'm not chanting enough, not reading enough, don't see devotees often enough". These thoughts attracted Mr. and Mrs. Guilt to come and visit me. They didn't really think that I was a good example and couldn't even see me as a believer at all since there were monks who barely sleep at night and dedicate their whole lives to Krishna. Was I inferior to them? Mr. and Mrs. Guilt nodded and caught me in their claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the guilt befitting rather when speak bad about or are mean towards other devotees, regardless of religion or institution? One of the absolute teachings I get as a believer when i read the Bhagavad-gita is to "never offend a devotee". Here is where Mr. and Mrs. Guilt should be ready to interfere. Otherwise Mr. and Mrs. Guilt are enemies of Krishna, because they harm Krishna's beloved devotees. Krishna wants, according to my understanding, that we shall find the solution for the Mr. and Mrs. Guilt problem in our religious practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that breaking free from Mr. and Mrs. Guilt is nothing but positive for your daily life. Then you open up for seeing Krishna in a new way, your relationship to Krishna built on guilt is changed into what Krishna is really about: love, caring, friendship, joy and happiness. I mean that you cannot fully experience these feelings when your relationship to God is built on guilt rather than natural attraction and pure love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Krishna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Gopananda das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTxowHLCBDI/AAAAAAAAE8M/-OOaiIHvUeg/s1600/guilt.png" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTxowHLCBDI/AAAAAAAAE8M/-OOaiIHvUeg/s400/guilt.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565438415291417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Tankar från Gopananda das, med kommentar från mig (Shyamananda das) nedan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag hade ett givande samtal med min Käre Gudkusin Vasudeva Das häromdagen och en av de saker vi diskuterade var skuld. Och jag tänkte att jag kunde ju lika gärna skriva lite om det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skuld och åter denna skuld men vilka är dessa Herr och Fru Skuld?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som troende är det lätt att aldrig känna sig nöjd med sin religiösa praxis. Är du sådan? Jag var en av de som klandrar sig själva: "Åh, jag chantar inte tillräckligt, jag läser inte tillräckligt, jag träffar inte hängivna ofta nog." Dessa tankar gjorde att jag fick besök av Herr och Fru Skuld som tyckte att jag inte direkt var ett föredöme eller ens kunde se mig som en troende eftersom det fanns munkar som knappt sover om dagarna och hänger hela sina liv åt Krishna. Är jag sämre än de? Herr och Fru Skuld nickade samtidigt som deras klor tog tag i mig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hör inte skulden hemma hos oss som troende snarare då vi snackar skit eller är elaka mot andra hängivna oavsett vad de har för religion eller organisation? En av de absoluta lärdomar som jag som troende får då jag läser Bhagavad Gita är ”kränk aldrig en hängiven”. Där borde Herr och Fru Skuld vara beredda att ingripa. Herr och Fru Skuld är annars fiender till Krishna eftersom de sårar Krishnas älskade hängivna. Krishna vill, som jag förstått det, att vi ska hitta lösningen på problemet med Herr och Fru Skuld i vår religiösa praxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag tror att då man gör sig fri från Herr och Fru Skuld har man bara att vinna i sin vardag. Då öppnar man upp för att se Krishna på ett annat sätt, ens förhållande till Krishna byggt på skuld byts ut till det som Krishna handlar om: kärlek, omtanke, vänskap, glädje och lycka. Jag menar att du aldrig fullt ut kan känna dessa känslor då du har en relation till Gud byggd på skuld istället för naturlig dragning och ren kärlek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Krishna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Gopananda das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTxov3Vmc4I/AAAAAAAAE8E/3cFrtC85xU0/s1600/sh.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTxov3Vmc4I/AAAAAAAAE8E/3cFrtC85xU0/s400/sh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565438411040781186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; My Gurumaharaj once gave a lecture about "devotional olympics". We always want to compare and compete, and we bring this mentality into our spiritual practice as well, where it really doesn't belong. We should chant our rounds, but at the same time remember that Krishna is not an accountant of rounds. He is the relisher of our sincerity. Pure love will not come cheaply. We cannot sit around and wait for inspiration to chant. We have to be determined and chant, praying for becoming instruments of God's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guilt also have a place, as Gopananda says. One way to see it positively is to be thankful. Because if we wouldn't feel the guilt, we maybe wouldn't notice that we're on the wrong track. Pain is a sign that something is wrong, so pain in itself is not bad. We simply have to find a solution, and not pity ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haribol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Shyamananda das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Min Gurumaharaj gav för några år sedan en lektion om "hängiven olympiad". Vi vill alltid jämföra och tävla, och denna mentalitet bär vi med oss även i vårt andliga utövande, där det verkligen inte hör hemma. Vi bör chanta våra varv på radbanden, men samtidigt komma ihåg att Krishna inte är någon varvräknare. Han är njutaren av vår uppriktighet. Ren kärlek kommer inte billigt. Vi kan inte bara sitta och vänta på inspiration att chanta. Vi måste vara beslutsamma och chanta, och be om att få bli instrument för Guds kärlek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Skuld har också en plats, som Gopananda säger. Ett sätt att se positivt på det är att vara tacksam. För om vi inte hade känt skulden hade vi kanske inte märkt att vi var på fel spår. Smärta är ett tecken på att något är fel, så smärta i sig är inget dåligt. Vi måste helt enkelt finna en lösning, och inte tycka synd om oss själva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haribol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;//Shyamananda das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-6526626984555636880?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/6526626984555636880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=6526626984555636880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6526626984555636880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6526626984555636880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/guilt-skuld.html' title='Guilt / Skuld'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTxowQP-sWI/AAAAAAAAE8U/Ltq-WEEuWX8/s72-c/CutPicture.com_2011-Jan-23_12_40_58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5277328417776252349</id><published>2011-01-23T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:43:20.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning things around / Att vända på saker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTvo7mRJqlI/AAAAAAAAE78/C5FUG0ZDdlw/s1600/vinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTvo7mRJqlI/AAAAAAAAE78/C5FUG0ZDdlw/s400/vinter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565297875128789586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A call to you who read books like "The secret" and it's sequel "The power":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't ask what the universe can do for you, ask what you can do for the universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; En uppmaning till er som läser böcker i stil med "The secret" och dess uppföljare "The power":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fråga inte vad universum kan göra för dig, fråga vad du kan göra för universum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5277328417776252349?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5277328417776252349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTvo7mRJqlI/AAAAAAAAE78/C5FUG0ZDdlw/s72-c/vinter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-6989825198122717304</id><published>2011-01-21T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:13:58.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imlitala - Conciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uV80PX2zhzY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uV80PX2zhzY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-6989825198122717304?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/6989825198122717304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=6989825198122717304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6989825198122717304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6989825198122717304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/imlitala-conciencia.html' title='Imlitala - Conciencia'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1909589129787304157</id><published>2011-01-20T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:28:35.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A surge of tangible hope / En svallvåg av konkret hopp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTfvf5JGO9I/AAAAAAAAE7o/cgrkYIorxjc/s1600/arci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTfvf5JGO9I/AAAAAAAAE7o/cgrkYIorxjc/s400/arci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564179195833498578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arci Devi Dasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Today we publish an article by Arci Devi Dasi, mother and poet, from the Nimai gang. She has earlier blogged for the swedish national radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;About choosing each moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At every second the chance of catching the eternity passes us by and with every step taking the choices lay by our feet, pointing the direction of where to go and what to do with the life that we are. Yet it is so easy for the most of us to just go with the whimsical flow of the senses, a ride that goes from now to then and everywhere else but to what is here and now. Because it is a bit of jungle this existence and particularly without a clear vision of what one wants with ones life. The obvious need of asking oneself of where to and what for gets overshadowed by the absence of values. Everyone of us have a natural attraction and strives for a life of fulfillment but when our lives are missing out on real goals that consist of a deep joy, we simply get confused. Desperately trying to find the happiness in quick fixes that lasts for moments, some days or in best cases for a couple of years. Simultaneously we posses the knowledge that nothing lasts, everything here has its time; the children grow up, the car gets rusty and your hair turns grey. So when we try to answer the question "where to and what for" with non-arbitrary answers, the hole within us grow because we know deep inside that we are totally lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To actively participate in one's life by seeing the possibilities of what is right now, choices that are beyond the everyday life choices of nonsense and that actually are essential in constructing the life, is also to take responsibility of the existence. It is easy to forget but the fact still remains that when one is letting the senses and the sentiment govern it is our own choice. We do not need to act along with our emotions, to feel frustration does not automatically mean that one should get frustrated. Instead one could see every moment as an excellent opportunity to choose with the whole of our heart to conquer happiness. Actively choose to be instruments of the eternal, sweet love with our beings and doings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With our movements through life create tender waves carrying the message of what is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;; everything is always in its fullest perfection and there is nothing that is not there to show you where to and what for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have to conquer the consciousness of love at every moment, every day. The rest is just on the red herring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Arci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTfwhjperfI/AAAAAAAAE7w/8zDsRGw8sak/s1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTfwhjperfI/AAAAAAAAE7w/8zDsRGw8sak/s400/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564180323935104498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; Idag publicerar vi en artikel av Arci Devi Dasi, mamma och poet, från Nimaigänget. Hon har tidigare bloggat för Sveriges Radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Om att välja varje stund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vid varje sekund som drar oss förbi har vi chansen att fånga evigheten, med varje ögonblick ligger valen vid våra fötter som vägvisare på vart vi kan gå med oss själva och med det liv vi är. Dock flyter de flesta av oss alldeles för lätt med i sinnenas nyckfulla bergochdalbana som åker från då till sen och överallt annat förutom det som är här och nu. För det är ganska så snårigt att finnas till och särskilt utan att ha en klar vision om vad man vill med sin lilla, behjärtansvärda existens. Med avsaknad på verkliga livsideal blir självklarheten i att fråga sig om vägen skuggad av de bristsjukdomar som dess frånvaro leder till. Vi har en naturlig dragning till ett fullbordat liv, det är vad vi alla strävar efter men då våra liv saknar reella mål som innefattar en djupare lycka blir vi förvirrade. Desperat försöker vi klä lyckan i snabba lösningar som varar i en stund, några dagar eller i bästa fall i några år. Samtidigt vet vi att det finns ingenting som varar, allt här har sin tid; barnen växer upp, bilen rostar, håret grånar. Så när vi försöker svara på frågan om vägen med icke godtyckliga svar, växer hålet inom oss för att vi innerst inne vet att vi egentligen är helt vilse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Att aktivt medverka i sitt varande genom att se vilka möjligheter det finns just nu, val som ligger bortom de vardagsmatiga låtsasvalen och som faktiskt är livets byggstenar, är också att ta ansvar över sitt liv. Det är lätt att glömma men faktum är att när man låter sig styras av sina sinnen och sentiment är det ett val som helt och hållet är upp till oss. Vi behöver inte agera utefter hur våra känslor reagerar på situationer vi ställs inför, att man känner ilska betyder inte att man behöver bli ilsk. Istället se varje stund som ypperligt tillfälle att få välja att med hela vårt hjärta erövra glädjen, aktivt välja vara instrument till den eviga, ljuva kärleken med våra varanden och göranden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Skapa med våra rörelser genom tillvaron ömma vågor via vilka vi kan sprida det som är sant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;; allt är alltid i sin fullaste perfektion och det finns inget som inte är där för att visa dig vägen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vi måste erövra kärleksmedvetandet varje stund, varje dag. Allt annat är  bara villospår.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Arci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1909589129787304157?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1909589129787304157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1909589129787304157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1909589129787304157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1909589129787304157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/surge-of-tangible-hope-en-svallvag-av.html' title='A surge of tangible hope / En svallvåg av konkret hopp'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTfvf5JGO9I/AAAAAAAAE7o/cgrkYIorxjc/s72-c/arci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4000390791239871006</id><published>2011-01-19T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:22:01.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since '81 / Sedan '81</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTaXJvpyB5I/AAAAAAAAE7I/2CHs9qt-U7E/s1600/mc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTaXJvpyB5I/AAAAAAAAE7I/2CHs9qt-U7E/s400/mc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563800583329154962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Makhanchor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The expert cook of the Nimai House, Makhanchor, is away for five weeks to get a driver's license. Vrooom! Tomorrow is his 30th birthday anniversary, so send your congratulations, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A few days ago he started a new blog: &lt;a href="http://makhanchordas.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://makhanchordas.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This guy is multi-talented you know. You can also check out his photo pages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haribol.se/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.haribol.se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bornsloppy.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.bornsloppy.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTaaLLgSQxI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/vZORxVbaQMY/s1600/eldoffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTaaLLgSQxI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/vZORxVbaQMY/s400/eldoffer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563803906520269586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by Makhanchor, bornsloppy.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Nimaihusets expertkock, Makhanchor, är iväg i fem veckor för att ta körkort. Vrooom! Imorgon fyller han 30, så skicka era gratulationer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;För några dagar sedan startade han en ny blogg: &lt;a href="http://makhanchordas.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://makhanchordas.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Den här killen har många talanger, vet ni. Ni kan också kolla in hans foto-sidor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haribol.se/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.haribol.se/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bornsloppy.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.bornsloppy.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4000390791239871006?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4000390791239871006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4000390791239871006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4000390791239871006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4000390791239871006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/since-81-sedan-81.html' title='Since &apos;81 / Sedan &apos;81'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTaXJvpyB5I/AAAAAAAAE7I/2CHs9qt-U7E/s72-c/mc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1946621162964239772</id><published>2011-01-17T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:35:43.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namami Nandanandana</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwo118XB3AI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwo118XB3AI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1946621162964239772?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1946621162964239772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1946621162964239772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1946621162964239772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1946621162964239772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/namami-nandanandana.html' title='Namami Nandanandana'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1297594112929131735</id><published>2011-01-17T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:08:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have heart and be happy / Ha hjärta och var lycklig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTMZGKuUQHI/AAAAAAAAE7A/xbX0nkfxADg/s1600/Yellow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTMZGKuUQHI/AAAAAAAAE7A/xbX0nkfxADg/s400/Yellow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562817558481223794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; We all have heart. But what do we have in our heart? To have and give heart means that we should know our heart. Usually such topics remain as an interesting thought while reading a selfhelp book, some wise advice we never really work with. Usually going to work or school and all such duties take over and we forget the real work, the work that will bring meaning to all other duties. Working with our own values and acknowledging our own strengths and weaknesses. And the daily work to remind ourselves that what we are actually working for is for being happy and making others happy, so why not be happy right now and make others happy right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To be able to be happy just like that requires according to my logic that we must have a clear idea of how well the values in our heart, be it personal or universal, go with our activities in the NOW. Many go to work to be able to maintain their family happiness but when they come home they are stressed and irritated and miss out to give love and peace to those whom they had set out to work for in the first place. This situation appears when one is not living in the NOW, meaning one is not conscious about the values within the heart. Then it doesnt matter how grand and beautiful the goal is that we are working for, we missed the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So the tip of the day is to make a map of your inner landscape. Ask yourself questions about the most meaningful in life and answer them, feel them, get them out of the shadows. And most important, don't answer what you think would be the best answer or most ideal to feel. Answer what you feel, even if it is not a completely spiritual and saintly feeling. Spit it out. Only by being 100% honest you will see the road. That's quite obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Some suggestions for questions to ask yourself (the good old pen and paper works really good for this):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. make a list of your top 30 values in life (or 100 if you are really serious, but not less than 30). (a value can be anything that you like, appreciate or love in life and in your own personality. For example life goals, ideals, qualities, talents, atmospheres, special kind of associations, activities, personal behaviour etc etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. How do you interact with others, both new and old acquaintances? Alt. How do you interact with people you have a hard time of dealing with? Do you let your emotions control or are you handling the situation and acquintance respectfully?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. What triggers unbalance in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. What triggers balance in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5. How do you act when life feels unbalanced vs when you feel balanced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;6. When you do something you know is not good for neither you nor anyone else you go against your heart. What could be the cause for such a behaviour? How is your mental status and behaviour patterns in periods when you just don't have the energy to resist "babylon's" pressure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;7. List some people you know and think out what you could do for them individually. What could they need help with or what could you say to make their day more bright? Maybe just to give a gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So these are just examples of questions one can ask oneself. And always remember karate kid; "wax on, wax off", it is only hard work that will yield some result in this game. Don't expect results if you are not ready to really work with yourself everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;//Vasudeva d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTMZFsZTC5I/AAAAAAAAE64/r7wDVNuGKUY/s1600/skriva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTMZFsZTC5I/AAAAAAAAE64/r7wDVNuGKUY/s400/skriva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562817550340000658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Vi har alla hjärta. Men vad har vi i hjärtat? För att ha och ge hjärta måste vi känna vårt hjärta. Oftast blir detta inte till mer än en intressant tanke under läsningen av en självhjälpsbok, ett klokt råd vi aldrig tar till oss och arbetar med. Vanligtvis tar arbete, skola och alla sådana plikter över och vi glömmer det verkliga arbetet, det som ger mening åt alla de andra plikterna. Arbetet med våra värderingar och erkännandet av egna starka sidor och svagheter. Och det dagliga arbetet att påminna oss själva om att det vi arbetar för är för att bli lyckliga och göra andra lyckliga, så varför inte vara lyckliga just nu och göra andra lyckliga just nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;För att kunna bli lycklig bara sådär krävs enligt min logik att vi behöver ha klart för oss hur pass bra våra värderingar i hjärtat, vare sig personliga eller universella, går ihop med våra handlingar i NUET. Många går till jobbet för att kunna upprätthålla familjelyckan men när de kommer hem är de stressade och irriterade och missar att ge kärlek till de som de gick ut och jobbade för från första början. Denna situation infinner sig när man inte lever i NUET, vilket innebär att man inte är medveten om sitt hjärtas värderingar. Då spelar det ingen roll hur stora och vackra mål vi satt upp, vi har missat vägen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så dagens tips är att göra en karta över ditt inre landskap. Ställ frågor till dig själv om det som betyder mest i livet och besvara dem, känn dem, få ut dem ur skuggorna. Och viktigast av allt, svara inte vad du tycker skulle vara det bästa svaret eller det mest idealiska att känna. Svara vad du känner, även om det inte är en helt andlig och helgonlik känsla. Ut med det. Bara genom att vara 100% ärlig kan man se vägen. Det är ganska uppenbart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Några förslag på frågar att ställa sig själv (gamla goa pennan och pappret fungerar jättebra för det här):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gör en lista på dina 30 viktigaste värderingar i livet (100 om du är väldigt seriös, men minst 30). (en värdering kan vara vad som helst du gillar, uppskattar eller äslkar i livet och i din egen personlighet. Till exempel livsmål, ideal, kvaliteter, talanger, atmosfärer, speciella umgängen, aktiviteter, personligt uppförande etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Hur vill du interagera med andra, både nya och gamla bekanta? Alt. Hur interagerar du med människor du har svårt för. Låter du dina känslor styra eller hanterar du situationen och den bekanta med respekt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Vad orsakar obalans i ditt liv?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Vad orsakar balans i ditt liv?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Hur agerar du när livet känns obalanserat vs. när du känner dig balanserad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. När du gör något som du vet inte är bra varken för dig sjävl eller någon annan går du emot ditt hjärta. Vad skulle kunne vara orsaken till ett sådant beteende? Hur ser ditt mentala tillstånd beteendemönster ut under perioder då du bara inte kan stå emot "babylons" påtryckningar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Lista några personer du känner och tänk ut vad du kan göra för dem individuellt. Vad kan de behöve hjälp med och vad skulle du kunna säga för att göra deras dag ljusare? Kanske bara ge en gåva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detta är bara några exempel på vad man kan fråga sig själv. Och kom alltid ihåg karate kid; "wax on, wax off", det är bara genom hårt jobb man uppnår resultat i den här leken. Vänta dig inga resultat om du inte är redo att arbeta med dig själv varje dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Vasudeva d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTMZEzmcSAI/AAAAAAAAE6w/r9INPDnNZz4/s1600/medk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTMZEzmcSAI/AAAAAAAAE6w/r9INPDnNZz4/s400/medk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562817535094310914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1297594112929131735?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1297594112929131735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1297594112929131735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1297594112929131735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1297594112929131735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-heart-and-be-happy-ha-hjarta-och.html' title='Have heart and be happy / Ha hjärta och var lycklig'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTMZGKuUQHI/AAAAAAAAE7A/xbX0nkfxADg/s72-c/Yellow3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5935468989892851327</id><published>2011-01-16T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T02:03:54.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan outfitting / Bhagavan-ekipering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTLAEJSUHoI/AAAAAAAAE6o/fxRfzbo_FhM/s1600/DSCN1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTLAEJSUHoI/AAAAAAAAE6o/fxRfzbo_FhM/s400/DSCN1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562719667200728706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Tulasi Maharani Mataji made a new dress for Nimai this week. If you think the photo is blurry, come and visit the temple to see more clearly. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; Tulasi Maharani Mataji sydde en ny dress åt Nimai i veckan. Om du tycker fotot är suddigt, kom och besök templet för att se klarare. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5935468989892851327?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5935468989892851327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5935468989892851327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5935468989892851327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5935468989892851327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/bhagavan-outfitting-bhagavan-ekipering.html' title='Bhagavan outfitting / Bhagavan-ekipering'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TTLAEJSUHoI/AAAAAAAAE6o/fxRfzbo_FhM/s72-c/DSCN1845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3099822678500092434</id><published>2011-01-15T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:52:29.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natives in the desert / Indianer i öknen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LgQ2nE1U1eQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LgQ2nE1U1eQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Many of you probably know our mexican friends in the band Qüirio. Here is a video of some happenings from 2000 to 2002. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Många av er känner säkert till våra mexikanska vänner i bandet Qüirio. Här är en video med ihopklippta händelser från 2000 till 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3099822678500092434?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3099822678500092434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3099822678500092434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3099822678500092434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3099822678500092434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/natives-in-desert-indianer-i-oknen.html' title='Natives in the desert / Indianer i öknen'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8488060880596514134</id><published>2011-01-14T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:27:04.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the heart as guide / Med hjärtat som vägvisare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS_6HVwooFI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/UEbt0hAnak8/s1600/gopan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS_6HVwooFI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/UEbt0hAnak8/s400/gopan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561939068833013842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Written by Gopananda Das. You know the author if you read the blog from wednesday last week (5th jan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a duscussion the other day with my dear friend Bhakta Andre. We talked about how important it is for our faith to be experienced in the heart and not only in the head. In times when everything is to be interpreted and twisted around how do one keep and care for the feeling one has in the heart before Krishna? Each person with faith certainly have both successes and setbacks, but how to deal with the latter without getting burned out or lose one's interest. I was thinking to base this article on the heart since it's anyway one's heart that leads the way.&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The first time I came into a temple my mind exclaimed: Wow, what is this? People were jumping around and someone walked with a flower in his hand that everyone touched and then their foreheads. I didn't really understand what was going on but I wasn't going to be a chicken so I did the same. I have had faith since childhood and really searched for a tradition and faith that would make my heart beat a little faster rather than slower. Owing to this visit a wondering was born and a natural wish to learn more. I had the luck to have gotten a friend who in a good way could present the tradition step by step. I think this is extra important since his kind of faith was something I hadn't experienced earlier. A person who is balanced and adjust his answers while you see the joy and the love for Krishna in his eyes. He harmonized the messages of the scriptures with the development of society which he still succeeds to do. I also got a clay statue from my friends who had been to India and I always kept it next to me on the bednight table (without knowing who it was). The next year I bought the whole set of Srimad Bhagavatam and started chanting continuously. The statue I had gotten the year before showed to be none other than Krishna himself playing his flute. Now when I think about it I realize how lucky I was that my friends gave me a statue of Krishna.&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My journey has really been like a rollercoaster. I have had deep crises where I have sometimes not been able to chant or even read about Krishna for several weeks. But it's important to have these crises to in that way examine ones faith and refine it into pure gold. My setbacks made me view my faith in a whole new way. out of a sudden I could see a whole new depth within myself. Earlier I had always disparaged myself, thought that all the others in the tradition knew more than me and that I was nothing. Although it's good to approach a Guru and Krishna with a humble attitude it's not good to disparage oneself too much. I asked myself the question: How can I serve my Gurudeva according to my own capacity? This I thought about once and again and found my answer.&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I sincerely hope that all people will "pan out" the gold in themselves and their faith. I have met people with faith who almost burn themselves out within a year. They want to read everything, get all initiations and jump to the last square of the board game (our faith is not a game although it's about to win and get home to Goloka Vrindavan). I also think that could have been one of those if it wasn't for the guidance that Mathuranatha das, now my godbrother, gave me. And this I didn't realize until afterwards when I really feel the love and longing for Krishna. I am happy for the friends I have and happy that I met the person who guided me to my dear Gurudeva and to the heart of Krishna. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Be well and Hare Krishna!&lt;br /&gt;//Gopananda Das&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS_6HMfZLAI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/DT1onQtufYI/s1600/kompa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS_6HMfZLAI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/DT1onQtufYI/s400/kompa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561939066344778754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; Skrivet av Gopananda Das. Ni känner till skribenten om ni läst bloggen från onsdagen förra veckan (5/1). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jag hade en diskussion häromdagen med min käre vän Bhakta Andre. vi pratade om hur pass viktigt det är för vår tro att upplevas i hjärtat och inte bara med huvudet. I tider då allt ska tolkas och ”vridas” hur behåller man och vårdar man den känslan som man känner i hjärtat inför Krishna? Varje troende har sannerligen sina med- och motgångar, men hur klarar man av de senare utan att ”brännas ut” eller förlora sitt intresse? Jag tänkte utgå i denna artikel från hjärtat eftersom att det ändå är hjärtat som visar vägen. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Första gången jag kom in i ett tempel så utbrast jag i tanken: Wow, vad är detta? Folk hoppade omkring och någon gick med en blomma i handen som alla vidrörde och sedan sina pannor. Jag förstod inte riktigt vad de höll på med men tänkte att jag inte skulle vara sämre så jag gjorde samma sak. Jag har varit troende sedan barnsben och verkligen sökt efter en tradition och tro som fått hjärtat att bulta ett par extra slag snarare än färre. I och med detta besök väcktes en undran och en naturlig önskan att få veta mer. Jag hade turen att ha fått en vän som på ett bra sätt kunde presentera traditionen stegvis. Jag tror att detta är extra viktigt eftersom hans sätt att tro var någonting jag inte upplevt tidigare. En person som är balanserad och avväger sina svar samtidigt som man ser glädjen och kärleken till Krishna i hans ögon. Han harmoniserade skrifternas budskap med samhällsutveckligen vilket han än idag lyckas med. Jag fick också en lerstaty av mina kompisar som varit i Indien och jag hade den alltid bredvid mig på nattduksbordet (utan att veta vem det var). Året efter köpte jag hela Srimad Bhagvatam och började chanta kontinuerligt. Statyn som jag hade bredvid på nattduksbordet under mitt första år visade sig vara ingen mindre än Krishna själv spelandes på sin flöjt. Nu när jag tänker på det så inser jag hur lyckosam jag har varit då mina vänner gav mig en staty av Krishna.&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Min resa har verkligen varit som en bergodalbana. Jag har haft djupa kriser där jag ibland inte kunnat chanta eller ens läsa om Krishna på flera veckor. Men det är viktigt att ha dessa kriser för att på så sätt rannsaka sitt troende och förädla det till rent guld. Mina motgångar fick mig att se mitt troende på ett helt nytt sätt. Helt plötsligt kunde jag se ett helt nytt djup i mig själv. Jag hade tidigare alltid nedvärderat mig själv, tänkt att alla andra inom traditionen visste mer än jag och att jag var ingenting. Även om det är bra att närma sig en Guru och Krishna med en ödmjuk profil så är det inte bra att nedvärdera sig själv för mycket. Jag ställde mig frågan: Hur kan jag tjäna min Gurudeva utifrån min egen förmåga? Detta tänkte jag i omgångar på och fann mitt svar. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jag hoppas innerligen att alla människor ”vaskar” fram guldet i sig själva och i sitt troende. Jag har mött troende som bränner sönder sig själva nästan inom ett år. De vill läsa allt, ta alla initieringar och hoppa till sista rutan på spelplanen direkt (vår tro är förvisso inget spel även om det handlar om att vinna och komma hem till Goloka Vrindavan). Jag tror också att jag skulle kunna ha varit en av dessa om det inte vore för den vägledning som min numera gudbror Mathuranatha das gav mig. Och detta inser man först i efterhand då man verkligen känner kärleken och längtan till Krishna. Jag är glad för de vänner jag har samt glad att jag träffade personen som visade vägen till min kära Gurudeva och vägen till Krishnas hjärta. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Må Gott och Hare Krishna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Gopananda Das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS_6HFOsppI/AAAAAAAAE6I/1RSrQA94LRY/s1600/Gold-Panning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS_6HFOsppI/AAAAAAAAE6I/1RSrQA94LRY/s400/Gold-Panning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561939064395703954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8488060880596514134?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8488060880596514134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8488060880596514134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8488060880596514134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8488060880596514134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-heart-as-guide-med-hjartat-som.html' title='With the heart as guide / Med hjärtat som vägvisare'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS_6HVwooFI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/UEbt0hAnak8/s72-c/gopan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3782089276473766787</id><published>2011-01-13T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:30:36.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosy goodness / Mysig godhet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS6swTy4PLI/AAAAAAAAE6A/WOS0N1i64uw/s1600/DSCN1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS6swTy4PLI/AAAAAAAAE6A/WOS0N1i64uw/s400/DSCN1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561572535796513970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; Maha Hari has been working hard to cosify the Sattva restaurant. He has built a hall to keep out the cold (or keep the heat inside?), painted the walls in deep red and put up a gold colored list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Maha Hari har arbetat hårt för att mysifiera Sattva-restaurangen. Han har byggt en farstu för att hålla ute kylan (eller hålla inne värmen?), målat väggarna i mörkrött och satt upp en guldfärgad list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sattva.kvartersmenyn.se/"&gt;http://sattva.kvartersmenyn.se/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS6swTy4PLI/AAAAAAAAE6A/WOS0N1i64uw/s1600/DSCN1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS6swEyyqUI/AAAAAAAAE54/waat3upEVnA/s1600/DSCN1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS6swEyyqUI/AAAAAAAAE54/waat3upEVnA/s400/DSCN1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561572531769616706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eng:&lt;/b&gt; Karuna-mayi is painting vegetable-paintings to put up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sve: &lt;/b&gt;Karuna-mayi målar grönsakstavlor att sätta upp där.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3782089276473766787?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3782089276473766787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3782089276473766787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3782089276473766787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3782089276473766787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/cosy-goodness-mysig-godhet.html' title='Cosy goodness / Mysig godhet'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TS6swTy4PLI/AAAAAAAAE6A/WOS0N1i64uw/s72-c/DSCN1839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-6544658652857541084</id><published>2011-01-12T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:28:56.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6KNrq1V1_94?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6KNrq1V1_94?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; There are tons of kirtans with Aindra Prabhu on youtube. I chose this one because of the unique painting. Last year Aindra passed on towards the spiritual world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Det finns tonvis av Aindra Prabhus kirtans på youtube. Jag valde denna på grund av den unika målningen. I fjol gick Aindra bort mot den andliga världen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-6544658652857541084?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/6544658652857541084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=6544658652857541084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6544658652857541084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/6544658652857541084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/nitya.html' title='Nitya'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1626727929496028167</id><published>2011-01-11T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:28:02.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 3 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSwJu29JAuI/AAAAAAAAE5w/cyDkLTlaJl8/s1600/Sjunde-Ingleset%252C-Det_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSwJu29JAuI/AAAAAAAAE5w/cyDkLTlaJl8/s400/Sjunde-Ingleset%252C-Det_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560830340526310114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; Another chapter from our secret correspondent in the world of old-age care, alias Geoffrey Crueger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part 1 and 2 were posted on 15th oct and 27th nov, last year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: Prakriti and home-help service. (Prakriti, sanskrit word for material nature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  work often graces me to associate with death. An association where I  can see it and its shadows from different angles. By shadows I refer to  the unspoken that is often manifested as a kind of dejectedness, anguish  or a relative who oppresses or waits for his life's companion's stage  of decomposition leading to the soul's and subtle body's decision to  move on from the body that is no longer a suitable dwelling. By angles I  refer to the relation to or philosophy concerning death.&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In this existence there are some facts that we  inevitably experience. Birth, sustenance and death. This are necessary  musts in this cycle of ever-change. Our approaches to this fact differ  radically between individuals and cultures. My most interesting  experience of death was in Varanasi, a sacred city in India that is  considered especially auspicious to be cremated in and also to die in.  In Varanasi poor and sick go around begging alms to finance wood being  taken from the holy banyan tree that will later be used for their own  cremation. Families singing mantras, carrying bodies. These bodies are  burned in public on the banks of the Ganges only about 30 metres away  from tea and sweets stands, people hanging out together and a youngster  playing games on his cellphone. With this I want to say that just as  sometimes unplanned and most often celebrated births are a natural part  of our cycle so is also the abandoning of an incompetent body. And this  is accepted as a natural element of life. I don't mean to say that the  people in India don't grief their relatives when they leave. But the  acceptance of that this will happen and that all they love will be taken  away from them is effulgent.&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Doing my duty at work I see a vast resistance and a  way to relate to our natural cycle that reveals how the understanding of  our transient nature has been lost. I often hear elders say they wish  it's over soon and that they are done, a prayer that it soon shall be  time to go on. Science work at great speed to produce cures for all  afflictions and to prolong the sustenance part of this cycle's trinity. I  treat people who are more like vegetables than humans. These have no  say in their dying condition. Diapers are changed, tube feeding, medical  injections and a heavy struggle to sustain something that probably not  longs for anything else than to check out. Forced by relatives who feed  themselves the illusion that they will wake up and be clear in their  minds again.&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who shall be sustained and why? When shall we  capitulate to the nature that we sooner or later cannot escape? This  philosophical question I leave you, the reader, to ponder upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;           That's it for now, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_rvBSYy2x4yc/R1h9BnmeciI/AAAAAAAAC8U/1hRu8GIOlgc/Image29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSwJutHtAgI/AAAAAAAAE5o/LRKdDpPsx_E/s1600/Image29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSwJutHtAgI/AAAAAAAAE5o/LRKdDpPsx_E/s400/Image29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560830337886257666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_rvBSYy2x4yc/R1h9BnmeciI/AAAAAAAAC8U/1hRu8GIOlgc/Image29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; Ett nytt kapitel från vår hemlige korrespondent i äldre-vårds-världen, alias Geoffrey Crueger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Del 1 och 2 postades 15 okt och 27 nov, förra året)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del 3: Prakriti och hemtjänsten. (Prakriti, sanskritord för materiell natur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitt arbete benådar mig ofta att umgås med döden. Ett umgänge där  jag kan se den och dess skuggor från olika vinklar. Med skuggor syftar  jag på det outtalade som ofta manifesteras i form av uppgivenhet eller  ångest alternativt en anhörig som förtrycker eller väntar på sin  livsväns stadie av föruttnelse som leder till att själen och  subtilkroppen inte längre anser kroppen vara en lämplig boning. Med  vinklar åsyftas relation till eller filosofi kring döden.&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I denna existens finns några faktum som vi  oundvikligen erfar. Födsel, uprätthållelse och död. Dessa är nödvändiga  måsten i denna förgängliga cykel. Våra förhållningsätt till detta fakta  skiljer sig radikalt från person till person och mellan olika kulturer.  Min intressantaste erfarenhet kring döden var i Varanasi (en helig stad i  Indien) där det anses extra lyckobringande att kremeras samt att dö. I  Varanasi går fattiga och sjuka omkring och skramlar ihop pengar för att  finansiera veden från det heliga banyanträdet som senare skall användas  till deras egen kremering. Familjer sjungandes mantran, bärandes på  kroppar. Dessa kroppar bränns offentligt på Ganges strand bara ett  30-tal meter ifrån testånd, sötsaksförsäljare, människor som sitter och  umgås och en yngling som spelar spel på sin mobiltelefon. Med det vill  jag säga att precis som ibland oplanerade och oftast firade födslar är  en naturlig del i vår cykel så är också lämnandet av en kropp i odugligt  skick detsamma. Och detta är godtaget som ett naturligt inslag i livet.  Jag påstår inte alls att människorna i Indien inte sörjer sina kära när  de lämnar. Men acceptansen av att detta kommer att ske och att allt de  älskar kommer att tas ifrån dem lyser med sin närvaro.&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I tjänstgörandet på mitt arbete ser jag ett utbrett  motstånd och ett sätt att förhålla sig till vår naturliga cykel som  vittnar om att förståelsen av vår förgängliga natur gått förlorad. Ofta  hör jag gamla människor säga att de önskar det tar slut snart och att de  gjort sitt, en bedjan att det snart skall vara dags att gå vidare.  Forskningen arbetar med ett rivande tempo på att arbeta fram mediciner  åt alla åkommor och förlänga uprätthållelsens del i denna cykels  treenighet. Jag vårdar folk som mer liknar grönsaker än människor. Dessa  har ingen talan i deras döende tilstånd. Det byts blöjor, det  sondmatas, injiceras mediciner och stångas blodigt för att uprätthålla  något som troligtvis inte vill något hellre än att checka ut. Tvingade  av anhöriga som matar sig själva med illusionen om att de kommer vakna  och bli klara i sina huvuden igen. &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vem skall uprätthållas och varför? När skall vi  kapitulera för naturen som vi så småningom inte undkommer? Denna  filosofiska fråga lämnar jag till dig som läser detta kapitel att ta en  funderare på.&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tack för mig så länge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSwJurh_6cI/AAAAAAAAE5g/BR2p2jE-YPA/s1600/the_free_soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSwJurh_6cI/AAAAAAAAE5g/BR2p2jE-YPA/s400/the_free_soul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560830337459677634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1626727929496028167?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1626727929496028167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1626727929496028167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1626727929496028167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1626727929496028167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/zimmer-wheel-of-samsara-part-3-samsaras.html' title='The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 3 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 3'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSwJu29JAuI/AAAAAAAAE5w/cyDkLTlaJl8/s72-c/Sjunde-Ingleset%252C-Det_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-653779403022078978</id><published>2011-01-10T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:06:42.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing through challenge / Växa igenom utmaningar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TStKghUovUI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/5m3di-yc6uw/s1600/DSCN1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TStKghUovUI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/5m3di-yc6uw/s400/DSCN1777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560620087480204610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blueberry / Blåbär&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English:&lt;/strong&gt; The more we grow the bigger challenges we face, which in turn help us grow even more. Karuna-mayi, the smallster of Nimai House, just recently started eating food as it is before it turns into milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Svenska:&lt;/strong&gt; Ju mer vi växer desto större utmaningar möter vi, vilket i sin tur hjälper oss att växa ännu mer. Karuna-mayi, Nimaihusets minsting, har just börjat äta mat som den är innan den förvandlats till mjölk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-653779403022078978?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/653779403022078978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=653779403022078978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/653779403022078978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/653779403022078978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-through-challenge-vaxa-igenom.html' title='Growing through challenge / Växa igenom utmaningar'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TStKghUovUI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/5m3di-yc6uw/s72-c/DSCN1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5082670017944806496</id><published>2011-01-09T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:41:52.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstars, make way! / Bered väg, rockstjärnor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxZsOXsePHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxZsOXsePHo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurudeva &amp;amp; Ananda Reggae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; Here we see an example of sacred space in the world of sound, as mentioned in yesterday's post. Here it is exemplified by Gurumaharaj himself. Yahoo! Tears of joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Här ser vi ett exempel på heligt utrymme i ljudvärlden, omnämnt i gårdagens post. Här exemplifieras detta av Gurumaharaj själv. Yahoo! Glädjetårar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5082670017944806496?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5082670017944806496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5082670017944806496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5082670017944806496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5082670017944806496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/rockstars-make-way-bered-vag.html' title='Rockstars, make way! / Bered väg, rockstjärnor!'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8438406187059298796</id><published>2011-01-08T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T02:06:04.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred space / Heligt utrymme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSg2cvmDbYI/AAAAAAAAE5A/sTDVBSGkgck/s1600/gm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559753607429188994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSg2cvmDbYI/AAAAAAAAE5A/sTDVBSGkgck/s400/gm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; Gurumaharaj Srila B.A. Paramadvaiti Swami is the spiritual teacher of the Nimai House inhabitants. According to the weather report a cloud of mercy will rain down upon Gothenburg in april. More about that later. Here comes a summary of an article he wrote on the topic "sacred space" last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sacred spaces are essential for our lives. Our sacred health depend on the care given to this. Mother Earth who is sustaining us and surrounding us with beauty is the first and foremost to be offered great respect. Seeds, soil and water have to be protected for our food to be secure. We need clean air. Our surrounding has to be clean and we need to wear clean clothes. Without discipline we will live in chaos. We need beauty and beauty is produced by plants. We need space for reflection, meditation and prayer. Otherwise we will be weak and unable to connect to the higher spheres. The sound landscape is important, too high decibel is contaminating. There are so many violations and invasions of our sacred space. We are constantly disturbed by impressions from media and advertisements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Regardless of whether you see God as a higher power or as a person, space for God is important. We need to accept what we are and where we are, without comparing and competing with others. We must have space for self esteem. This comes when you understand the meaning of your life and you can reach that by good association. We need a source of knowledge. Eventhough we cannot know everything, if there is something we want to know, we have the right to. We need the sacred space for our doubts. Do not accept everything. If you have a doubt, then learn to express it. we have to preserve sacred knowledge and scriptures for coming generations. We have to respect the rights of all creatures. If our faith is not hurting anyone, no one should attack it. We need sacred space to fulfill our ideals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There has to be sacred space for enjoying pleasure and maintain a family. We need transparency in relationships. There must be a space for living independently but also a space for monastic life. There must be space for the invalids; the sick, the blind and others. We need space for purification. Next is simple living and space for old age. We need a space to still feel important in the environment. The space where we can be sick and leave the body in peace. We need sacred space for growing old and preparing for death. This is very valuable. More than the hospital environment. Sacred space requires very much decision making. The space to die is also the space to live. As long as I want to live I should be allowed to live and love. Loving is essential. Love render me able to sacrifice myself for something. Loving is a substantial ingredient of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once you have understood the substance of this topic, you can continue this reflection on your own. Each of these topics could be elaborated on for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Sriula Gurumaharaj Paramadvaiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSg2cTMvU0I/AAAAAAAAE44/8EXGyIXfvEk/s1600/circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559753599806821186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSg2cTMvU0I/AAAAAAAAE44/8EXGyIXfvEk/s400/circle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Gurumaharaj Srila B.A. Paramadvaiti Swami är Nimaihus-invånarnas Guru. Enligt väderleksrapporten kommer det att regna nåd över Göteborg i april. Mer om det senare. Här kommer en sammanfattning av en artikel han skrev på ämnet "heligt utrymme" i fjol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heligt utrymme är essentiellt vår våra liv. Vår heliga hälsa beror på den omsorg vi ger detta. Moder Jord som upprätthåller oss och omger oss med skönhet är den första och främsta vi bör visa stor respekt. Frön, jord, och vatten måste skyddas om vår mat ska vara säker. Vi behöver ren luft. Vår omgivning måste vara ren och vi behöver bära rena kläder. Utan disciplin kommer vi att leva i kaos. Vi behöver skönhet och skönhet skapas av växter. Vi behöver utrymme för reflektion, meditation och bön. Annars blir vi svaga och oförmögna att relatera med de högre sfärerna. Ljudlandskapet är viktigt, för hög decibel är förorenande. Det finns så många kränkningar mot och invasioner i vårt heliga heliga utrymme. Vi störs konstant av intryck från media och reklam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oavsett om du ser Gud som en högre kraft eller som en person är utrymme för Gud viktigt. Vi behöver utrymme att acceptera vad vi är och var vi är, utan att jämföra oss med och tävla med andra. Vi behöver utrymme för självförtroende. Det kommer när man förstår sitt livs mening, och det kan man göra genom gott umgänge. Vi behöver en kunskapskälla. Även om vi inte kan veta allt, om det är något vi vill veta, har vi rätt till det. Vi behöver heligt utrymme för våra tvivel. Acceptera inte allt. Om du har ett tvivel, lär dig att uttrycka det. Vi måste bevara helig kunskap och skrifter åt kommande generationer. Vi måste respektera alla varelsers rätt. Om vår tro inte skadar någon, borde ingen attackera den. Vi behöver heligt utrymme för att infria våra ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Det måste finnas heligt utrymme för att njuta nöjen och försörja en familj. Vi behöver öppenhet i relationer. Det måste finnas utrymme att leva oberoende men också plats för klosterliv. Det måste finnas utrymme för de invalida; de sjuka, de blinda och andra. Vi behöver utrymme för renin. Sedan kommer enkelt leverne och utrymme för ålderdom. Vi behöver utrymme att fortfarande känna oss viktiga för omvärlden. Utrymme där man kan vara sjuk och lämna kroppen i fred. Vi behöver heligt utrymme för att bli gamla och förbereda oss på döden. Detta är väldigt viktigt. Mer än sjukhusmiljön. Heligt utrymme behöver väldigt mycket beslutsfattande. Utrymmet att dö i är också utrymmet att leva i. Så länge jag vill borde jag tillåtas att leva och älska. Att älska är essentiellt. Kärleken möjliggör mig att uppoffra mig själv för något. Att älska är en omfattande ingrediens i livet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Srila Gurumaharaj Paramadvaiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSg2cKYOtHI/AAAAAAAAE4w/LEVde_2yVzk/s1600/walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559753597439095922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSg2cKYOtHI/AAAAAAAAE4w/LEVde_2yVzk/s400/walk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8438406187059298796?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8438406187059298796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8438406187059298796' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8438406187059298796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8438406187059298796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/sacred-space-heligt-utrymme.html' title='Sacred space / Heligt utrymme'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSg2cvmDbYI/AAAAAAAAE5A/sTDVBSGkgck/s72-c/gm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-7067404352715267853</id><published>2011-01-05T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:49:36.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To survive progress / Att överleva utveckling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSSCa0Fy_SI/AAAAAAAAE4o/wV90JIRjaEI/s1600/gopa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558711237253201186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSSCa0Fy_SI/AAAAAAAAE4o/wV90JIRjaEI/s400/gopa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gopananda Das&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; Guest blog from Gopananda Das, initiated into the gaudiya vaishanva tradition by Srila Tripurari Maharaja in the summer of 2009. He lives in Örebro, where he studies philosophy among other things at the city's university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche wrote in his "Also spracht Zarathustra" that God is dead and that the people were the ones that had killed God. What did he mean by that and what can we learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nietzsches day was in the late 19th century and the western society had gone through a dramatical change owing to the church's lessened influence on people in society. Now science was in the center and the beginning of the individually focused society we live in today. Man had chosen science before God and the church. In discussions on academic level concerning this statement one can discern three stages of development of the religion. And to explain this as pedagogically as possible I will line them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People were literalists. If scripture said something, that's how it was. (This was before the time of Nietzsche).&lt;br /&gt;2. People interpreted scripture according to society's development and the environment. (For example, there are a lot of ways to look at why Jesus turned water into wine).&lt;br /&gt;3. Are all the religions going to be mushed together/peter out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the third point is a speculations about what could happen to the world religions in the future. A relevant question that should be asked: How important is the tradition for this not to happen? And suppose that you consider the tradition important, how is the tradition to keep up without being merged with everything else in the future? The problem could be that if we are too progressive and pushing for the development of the tradition we might throw a spanner in the works. According to me we have to find a balance in the relationship between our tradition and the progressive development at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to share your thoughts on this post.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting? Fun? Bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H to the B (To be progressive so to speak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSSCaVyNcaI/AAAAAAAAE4g/98XwOOOSOD0/s1600/nietzsche.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558711229117985186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSSCaVyNcaI/AAAAAAAAE4g/98XwOOOSOD0/s400/nietzsche.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nietzsche&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; Gästblogg från Gopananda Das, invigdes i gaudiya vaishnava-traditionen av Srila Tripurari Maharaja sommaren 2009. Han bor i Örebro och studerar bl. a filosofi på stadens universitet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche skrev i sin bok “Also sprach Zarathustra” att Gud är död och att människorna var de som dödat Gud. Vad menade han med det och vad kan vi lära oss av det?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nietzsches storhetstid var i slutet av 1800-talet och samhället i väst hade genomgått en dramatisk förändring i och med kyrkans minskade inflytande över människor i samhället. Nu var det vetenskapen som stod i centrum och början på det individuellt fokuserade samhälle vi lever i idag. Människan hade valt vetenskapen framför Gud och kyrkan. I diskussioner som förts på akademisk nivå rörande detta uttalande kan man uttyda tre olika stadier av utveckling hos religionen. Och för att förklara detta så pedagogiskt som möjligt kommer jag rada upp dessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Människan var bokstavstroende. Stod det något i skrifterna var det så det var. (Detta var alltså innan Nietzsches tid).&lt;br /&gt;2. Människan tolkade skrifterna utefter utvecklingen och omgivningen. (Det kan till exempel ses på en rad olika sätt varför Jesus gjorde vin utav vatten).&lt;br /&gt;3. Kommer alla religioner att flyta ihop/rinna ut i sanden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som ni ser är den 3:e punkten spekulationer om vad som kan komma att hända med världsreligionerna i framtiden. En relevant fråga som bör ställas: Hur viktig är traditionen för att inte detta ska hända? Och anta att du anser att traditionen är viktig, hur ska då traditionen hänga med utan att flyta ihop med allt annat i framtiden? Problemet kan alltså bli att om vi är allt för progressiva och påtryckande på traditionens utveckling så kan vi sätta käppar i hjulet. Vi måste enligt mig hitta en balans i förhållandet mellan vår tradition och den progressiva utvecklingen i stort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kommentera gärna vad du tycker om detta inlägg.&lt;br /&gt;Intressant? Roligt? Dåligt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H to the B (För att vara progressiv så att säga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSSCaLciJlI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/0T50UFCfPVU/s1600/loggor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558711226342712914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSSCaLciJlI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/0T50UFCfPVU/s400/loggor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-7067404352715267853?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/7067404352715267853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=7067404352715267853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7067404352715267853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7067404352715267853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-survive-progress-att-overleva.html' title='To survive progress / Att överleva utveckling'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSSCa0Fy_SI/AAAAAAAAE4o/wV90JIRjaEI/s72-c/gopa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8819242115790306577</id><published>2011-01-02T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:39:21.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethical laziness / Etisk lathet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSA4LcijFuI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/EC2rqnyeOmU/s1600/lazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSA4LcijFuI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/EC2rqnyeOmU/s400/lazy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557503709466007266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; When we are ethically lazy we are sentimental and judge whimsically. That's already silly. But the sillyness reaches even higher levels when we try to come up with arguments for those nonsense standpoints. Especially when we contradict ourselves in doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like when someone says "Kick the homosexuals out of the country, homosexuality is a disease!". Should we then also kick the cancer patients out of the country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Many meat-eaters go with the excuse "Well, animals also eat animals". And then when you tell them about the similarity between slaughter houses and nazi Germany concentration camps the answer is often "But hey, you can't compare animals to humans like that".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Srila Atulananda Acarya has said that we need to things to reach perfection of life. 1. To have a human body. 2. To not be lazy. Lazy here means lazy about becoming an instrument for the universal good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSA4Ke74_ZI/AAAAAAAAE4I/3KAQQUyt4YQ/s1600/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSA4Ke74_ZI/AAAAAAAAE4I/3KAQQUyt4YQ/s400/think.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557503692929301906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; När vi är etiskt lata är vi sentimentala och dömer nyckfullt. Redan det är löjligt. Men löjligheten når högre nivåer när vi försöker komma på argument för dessa nonsens-ståndpunkter. Särskilt när vi motsäger oss själva i detta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Som när någon säger "Sparka ut de homosexuella, homosexualitet är en sjukdom!". Ska vi sparka ut de cancersjuka också då?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Många kött-ätare kör med ursäkten "Djur äter ju också djur". Och sen när du berättar för dem om likheten mellan slakthus och nazi-Tysklands koncentrationsläger blir svaret ofta "Men hallå, man kan ju inte jämföra djur med människor på det sättet".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Srila Atulananda Acarya har sagt att man behöver två saker för att nå livets fulländning. 1. Att ha en mänsklig kropp. 2. Att inte vara lat. Med lat menas här att vara lat med att bli ett instrument för det universella goda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSA4JpHq8OI/AAAAAAAAE4A/nBqw_Su1aOA/s1600/atulananda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSA4JpHq8OI/AAAAAAAAE4A/nBqw_Su1aOA/s400/atulananda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557503678483198178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Srila Atulananda Acarya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8819242115790306577?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8819242115790306577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8819242115790306577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8819242115790306577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8819242115790306577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2011/01/ethical-laziness-etisk-lathet.html' title='Ethical laziness / Etisk lathet'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TSA4LcijFuI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/EC2rqnyeOmU/s72-c/lazy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1355504394934663923</id><published>2010-12-30T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:06:32.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orissan coast sunset / Solnedgång på Orissas kust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRzJ_na8-AI/AAAAAAAAE34/EMzwaclfWKM/s1600/narayana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRzJ_na8-AI/AAAAAAAAE34/EMzwaclfWKM/s400/narayana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556538135019321346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nitya Lila Pravishta Om Vishnupada Paramahamsa Parivrajakacharya Astottara Sat Sri Srimad Bhaktivedanta Narayana Goswami Maharaja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English:&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday Srila B.V. Narayana Maharaj withdrew from the world we experience through our senses. We send our simultaneous condolences and congratulations to his diksa and siksa disciples. Condolences because of the pain of separation his disciples feel and congratulations because they know he entered the nitya-lila. Actually all about a vaishnava is auspicious and from that perspective the condolences are out of place. That feeling of separation is helping the growth of their bhakti-lata. Now the challenge for them is to find out how to go on from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Svenska:&lt;/strong&gt; Igår drog sig Srila B.V. Narayana Maharaja undan från världen vi uppfattar med våra sinnen. Vi skickar våra samtidiga kondoleanser och gratulationer till hans diksa- och siksa-lärjungar.  Kondoleanser på grund av smärtan i avsaknad hans lärjungar känner och gratulationer för att de vet att han trädde in i nitya-lila. Allt en vaishnava gör är faktiskt lyckobringande och från det perspektivet passar inte kondoleanserna in. Känslan av avsaknad hjälper deras bhakti-lata att växa. Nu är deras utmaning att finna hur de ska fortsätta härifrån.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRzJ_Szll3I/AAAAAAAAE3w/l3x6s1XBQJA/s1600/govinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRzJ_Szll3I/AAAAAAAAE3w/l3x6s1XBQJA/s400/govinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556538129485502322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nitya Lila Pravishta Om Vishnupada Paramahamsa Parivrajakacharya Astottara Sat Sri Srimad Bhakti Sundar Govinda-Dev Goswami Maharaj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eng:&lt;/strong&gt; Earlier this year also Srila Govinda Maharaj passed away. All glories to these great souls and may we have their blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sve:&lt;/strong&gt; Tidigare i år gick även Srila Govinda Maharaj bort. All ära till dessa stora själar och må vi få deras välsignelser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1355504394934663923?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1355504394934663923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1355504394934663923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1355504394934663923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1355504394934663923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/orissan-coast-sunset-solnedgang-pa.html' title='Orissan coast sunset / Solnedgång på Orissas kust'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRzJ_na8-AI/AAAAAAAAE34/EMzwaclfWKM/s72-c/narayana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1158952402908226036</id><published>2010-12-27T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:47:49.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gopananda, Plato and a platypus walked into the Nimai house... / Gopananda, Platon och en platypus gick in på Nimaihuset...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRjRGvPsOgI/AAAAAAAAE3o/UXq-6X50_Rc/s1600/DSCN1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRjRGvPsOgI/AAAAAAAAE3o/UXq-6X50_Rc/s400/DSCN1791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555420054053206530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English:&lt;/strong&gt; Today Gopananda came to visit us, as he does a few times per year. He brought a book called "Plato and a platypus walk into a bar..." written by Thomas Catchart and Daniel Klein. It's about understanding philosophy through jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here an example from the chapter on the theory of knowledge (epistemology):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Doctor, there's an invisible man in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: Tell him I can't see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Svenska:&lt;/strong&gt; Idag kom Gopananda och besökte oss, vilket han gör några gånger om året. Han hade med sig en bok som hette "Plato and a platypus walk into a bar..." skriven av Thomas Catchart och Daniel Klein. Det handlar om att förstå filosofi genom skämt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Här är ett exempel från kapitlet om kunskapsteori (epistemologi):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Doctor, there's an invisible man in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Tell him I can't see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1158952402908226036?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1158952402908226036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1158952402908226036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1158952402908226036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1158952402908226036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/gopananda-plato-and-platypus-walked.html' title='Gopananda, Plato and a platypus walked into the Nimai house... / Gopananda, Platon och en platypus gick in på Nimaihuset...'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRjRGvPsOgI/AAAAAAAAE3o/UXq-6X50_Rc/s72-c/DSCN1791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8647942454913693988</id><published>2010-12-24T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T06:31:01.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be as you want to appear / Var som du vill framstå</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRSGXrTZPiI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/15DJMOGvi-I/s1600/goodbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRSGXrTZPiI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/15DJMOGvi-I/s400/goodbad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554211981773848098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; Most people can learn something about goodness from themselves. Even the evil. For the evil often charm their victims. Wouldn't it be great if they started striving for becoming what they want to appear as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the evil. We, the people in general try to appear more noble then we are, don't we? This is one of the human defects, called vipralipsa in sanskrit. In a political debate each participant tries to make her/himself look like common sense personified and the opponent like a nutcase. Successful people act nice to protect themselves from the envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if one simply do not feel love for others? What to do then? Pretend? Not necessarily. God has love for every being, which She/He shows for example by maintaining our existence. And we can be instruments of this love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Krishna, please let me be an instrument of your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRSGXcJbxuI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/F0yNFJGH6eo/s1600/drum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRSGXcJbxuI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/F0yNFJGH6eo/s400/drum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554211977705539298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Svenska:&lt;/b&gt; De flesta kan lära sig något om godhet av sig själva. Även de onda. Ty de onda charmar ofta sina offer. Vore det inte underbart om de började sträva efter att vara som de vill framstå?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detta gäller inte bara onda. Gemene människa försöker väl framstå som mer ädel än man är? Detta är en av de mänskliga bristerna, kallad vipralipsa på sanskrit. I en politisk debatt försöker vardera deltagare framställa sig själv som det sunda förnuftet personifierad och motståndaren som en dåre. Framgångsrika människor är trevliga för att skydda sig mot avundsjuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men om man helt enkelt inte känner kärlek för andra då? Vad ska man göra då? Låtsas? Inte nödvändigtvis. Gud har kärlek för varenda varelse, vilket Hon/Han visar bland annat genom att upprätthålla vår existens. Och vi kan vara instrument för denna kärlek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Krishna, snälla låt mig få vara ett instrument för din kärlek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRSGXFne4II/AAAAAAAAE3I/EQnsR_OpqxE/s1600/rk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRSGXFne4II/AAAAAAAAE3I/EQnsR_OpqxE/s400/rk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554211971657556098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Shyamananda das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8647942454913693988?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8647942454913693988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8647942454913693988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8647942454913693988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8647942454913693988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-as-you-want-to-appear-var-som-du.html' title='Be as you want to appear / Var som du vill framstå'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TRSGXrTZPiI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/15DJMOGvi-I/s72-c/goodbad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-419765464056166295</id><published>2010-12-20T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T05:45:37.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A closer look at "Daredevil?" / En närmre titt på "Våghals?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQ9bVz9Kh5I/AAAAAAAAE28/hwHEPOcexZg/s1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQ9bVz9Kh5I/AAAAAAAAE28/hwHEPOcexZg/s400/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552757295853242258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Today Mikael ommented on my post "Daredevil?" from last week. The comment says the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Can you really say that sucide has something to do with courage, and  call it admirable? And equate it with grafitti vandals, firemen, suicide  bombers (bad timing!) and drunken drivers? I'm afraid I don't catch anything about this post."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My definition of courage is readiness to do something that might (or  undoubtedly will) cause you mental or physical pain. Courage is  exhibited all down from the most destructive levels and up to the most  noble. It takes courage to put a gun to one's head and pull the trigger  (destructive) and it takes courage to run into a burning house to save  someone (noble).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I see a theme of courage but do not equate the actions. Thus I divided  different expressions of courage into groups, divided in sections. I  started from the most destructive and ignorant, suicide. There you can  also divisions of more or less noble, depending on the motive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not as destructive, but still unnecessarily risky is the search for  extreme sensations. Then you don't want to die, but dance on the edge  between birth and death. Sometimes for somewhat more noble motives than  mere pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Risky but noble is to save others in dangerous situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Risky in an often more subtle way is to stand up for ideals or for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But after all, we are most interested in loving relationships. What is  the value of life without that? To approach someone you have fallen in  love with thus involves the highest risk, the possibility that you will  be turned down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All these examples are mundane, whether destructive or noble, but  courage in itself is admirable. It has a very high potential when  directed towards surrendering to God's will. Why so? Is God dangerous?  No, but it includes giving up your pride, your notion that you would be  the cause of anything. That you would be the creator, maintainer or  destroyer of anything. You would have to give up the notion that the  world around you exist for your enjoyment, and realize that everything  is by God and for God. This is a bitter pill, but it will cause you to  transform by true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About the bad timing in mentioning sucide bombing, I don't agree. I think it's good to bring up examples of current interest. To be here and now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQ9bV8pDNlI/AAAAAAAAE20/UsbLj3Q9dg0/s1600/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQ9bV8pDNlI/AAAAAAAAE20/UsbLj3Q9dg0/s400/purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552757298184795730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Idag kommentade Mikael på mitt inlägg "Våghals?" från förra veckan. Kommentaren lyder som följer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Kan man verkligen säga att självmord har med mod att göra, och kalla det  beundransvärt? Och jämställa det med klottervandaler, brandmän,  självmordsbombare (dålig timing!) och rattfyllerister? Jag fattar tyvärr  ingenting av det här inlägget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Min definition av mod är beredskap att göra något som kan (eller  tvivellöst kommer att) orsaka dig psykisk eller fysisk smärta. Mod  uppvisas ned från de mest destruktiva nivåer och upp till de mest ädla.  Det krävs mod för att sätta en pistol mot tinningen och trycka av  (destruktivt) och det krävs mod för att springa in i ett brinnande hus  och rädda någon som håller på att brinna inne (ädelt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jag ser en röd tråd av mod men likställer inte handlingarna. Därmed  delade jag in olika uttryck av mod i grupper, styckeindelat. Jag började  med det mest destruktiva och okunniga, självmord. Även där kan man göra  en indelning i mer eller mindre nobelt, beroende på motivet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Inte fullt så destruktivt, men fortfarande onödigt riskfyllt är sökandet  efter extrema kickar. Här vill man inte dö, men dansa på gränsen mellan  liv och död. Ibland för något ädlare motiv än bara njutningen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Riskfyllt men ädelt är att rädda andra i farliga situationer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Riskfyllt på ett ofta mer subtilt plan är att stå upp för ideal eller för vem man är.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Men slutligen är vi mest intresserade av kärleksfulla relationer. Vad är  livet värt utan det? Att närma sig någon man blivit kär i innebär den  största risken, möjligheten att bli nekad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alla dessa exempel är mondäna, vare sig destruktiva eller ädla, men mod i  sig är beundransvärt. Det har en väldigt hög potential när det används i  att överlåta sig åt Guds vilja. Varför krävs det mod för det? Är Gud  farlig? Nej, men det innebär att du ger upp din stolthet, alltså din  uppfattning om att du skulle vara grunden till något. Att du skulle vara  skaparen, upprätthållaren eller förstöraren av något. Det innebär att  du överger upfattningen att världen omkring dig existerar för din  njutning, och inse att allt är av Gud och för Gud. Detta är ett bittert  piller, men i detta kommer du att slukas av sann kärlek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Att det skulle vara dålig timing att nämna självmordsbombare håller jag  inte med om. Jag tycker det är bra att ta upp exempel som ligger i  tiden. Att vara här och nu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQ9bVoQfg4I/AAAAAAAAE2s/KggNBE63-oo/s1600/rk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQ9bVoQfg4I/AAAAAAAAE2s/KggNBE63-oo/s400/rk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552757292713083778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, in Her/His innermost form of beauty, Sri Sri Radha Krishna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gud i sin innersta form av skönhet, Sri Sri Radha Krishna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Shyamananda das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-419765464056166295?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/419765464056166295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=419765464056166295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/419765464056166295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/419765464056166295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/closer-look-at-daredevil-en-narmre-titt.html' title='A closer look at &quot;Daredevil?&quot; / En närmre titt på &quot;Våghals?&quot;'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQ9bVz9Kh5I/AAAAAAAAE28/hwHEPOcexZg/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5358574393737151528</id><published>2010-12-16T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T04:17:39.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now or never... / Nu eller aldrig...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let us meditate on the Now... / Låt oss meditera på Nuet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by / Skrivet av: Brahma-Samhita das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQjyrJqXxcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RykYBmxIwn4/s1600/past%2Bfuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQjyrJqXxcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RykYBmxIwn4/s400/past%2Bfuture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550953363876070850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; To be concious means to be a part of the Now. But even though we  are included in the Now we tend to drift astray, carried away by  feverish nostalgia in thoughts of the past or stressed worries of the  future. In this illusion we often dream of a prosperous future or we lament becasue times were better in our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; Att vara medveten är att vara en del av Nuet. men även om vi är inkluderade i Nuet tenderar vi att vilseledas av febril nostalgi i tankar om dåtiden eller stressig framtidsoro.  I denna illusion drömmer vi ofta om en rik framtid eller så beklagar vi oss för att tiderna var bättre förr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQjzuBRQqGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C_8F4ro6X_k/s1600/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 454px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQjzuBRQqGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C_8F4ro6X_k/s400/time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550954512674498658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; To be fixed on the Now is very difficult.  The most simple has become  complicated due to our complicated false ego that wants to be  in control of the Now. In our attempts to control, we, our true selves, remain banned from the full  glory of the Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Now decides as it wills. We cannot control its forceful current  that carries us wherever its whim may take us. Is it  coincidence? Is it providence? Is it planned education or is it simply the  mechanical reactions of our previous actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Att vara grundad i Nuet är väldigt svårt. Det enklaste har blivit komplicerat på grund av vårt komplicerade falska ego som vill vara i kontroll över Nuet. I våra försök att kontrollera förblir vi, våra verkliga jag, förvisade från Nuets fulla härlighet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuet beslutar hur det vill. Vi kan inte kontrollera dess kraftfulla ström som bär med oss vart som helst utefter dess egna nycker. Är det sammanträffanden? Är det försyn? Är det planerad undervisning eller är det helt enkelt mekaniska reaktioner på våra tidigare handlingar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQj9e7AANoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nSLdwe25TmM/s1600/reincarnation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQj9e7AANoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nSLdwe25TmM/s400/reincarnation2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550965248409745026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; The Now is the only thing that is. It contains everything and  harmonizes everything. It carries the symmetry of the duality of life.  As our life progresses from childhood to old age we experience a mixture  of both happiness and sorrow. The moments we have a happy Now we take  it for granted and when suffering confronts us we exclaim, Why me!? Why  now? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let us instead ask why the happy moment is so natural. Our desire for a joyful Now is indicating that joy is more then a  part of the duality of life. The fakt that all conscious units  strives to become blissful reveals that a conscious Now without  bliss is unnatural and a result from our deviation from the attentive  Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Nuet är det enda som är. Det innehåller allt och harmoniserar allt. Det bär med sig symmetrin av livets dualitet. I det att livet rör sig från barndom till ålderdom upplever vi en blandning av glädje och sorg. Stunderna då vi är lyckliga tar vi för givet och när lidande konfronterar oss brister vi ut i: Varför jag!? Varför nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men låt oss istället fråga varför den lyckliga stunden är så naturlig. Vårt begär efter ett glädjerikt Nu indikerar att glädje är något mer än en del av livets dualitet. Faktumet att alla medvetna enheter strävar efter att bli lycksaliga uppenbarar att ett medvetet Nu utan sällhet är onaturligt och ett resultat av vårt avdrift från det uppmärksamma Nuet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQkLmFcQWvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/llDy8jRB4R4/s1600/worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 492px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQkLmFcQWvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/llDy8jRB4R4/s400/worship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550980764634471154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; We stand at the door to the eternal Now and in order to not deviate again we remain on the wave of the Now with the help of prayer. Let us knock on the door of the mystical Now and pray to understand what it wants from us. What  part do we play? Let us serve the Now and perhaps it will reveal its  true secret nature, just as good disciples gets to know the innermost  secrets of their spiritual master. Let us embrace the Now that surrounds  us. If we give you attention will you give us attention as well? But do you hear us if you are an "it"? We never heard of an "it"  that can listen. We pray because we are confident that there is someone  that listen to our prayers. Otherwise prayers are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Vi står vid det eviga Nuets dörr och för att inte hamna på avvägar igen håller vi oss på Nuets våg med hjälp av bön. Låt oss knacka på det mystiska Nuets dörr och be om att få förstå vad det vill av oss. Vad för roll spelar vi? Låt oss tjäna Nuet och kanske kommer det att uppenbara sin hemliga natur, precis som goda lärjungar lär känna den andlige mästarens innersta hemligheter. Låt oss omfamna Nuet som omger oss. Om vi ger vår uppmärksamhet till dig, kommer du också att ge oss din uppmärksamhet? Men hör du oss om är ett "det"? Vi har aldrig hört talas om ett "det" som kan lyssna. Vi ber för att vi är säkra på att någon lyssnar till våra böner. Annars är böner värdelösa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQj1sVjBlNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mlXXTSiNL2I/s1600/time2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 460px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQj1sVjBlNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mlXXTSiNL2I/s400/time2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550956682781234386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; As we explore the Now closer we will discover the striking  similarities of its nature to the nature of God as he is described in the Vedic text revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Now is shared by all living entities. It is smaller then the  smallest as it is impossible to pinpoint down exactly when in time  it unfolds and simultaneously it is bigger then the biggest as it  expands throughout the entire creation. It is eternal and ever blooming  eventhough it is not dependent on the past and the future. It is the  basis of everything, the origin of everything and the witness of  everything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We often identify the Now with our sensual perception. But the  very heart of the Now is invisible for our fleshy eyes. In the Vedas God is described as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adhoksaja&lt;/span&gt; which means; beyond the reach of the senses. The  fullfledged experience of God can  only be percieved if She/He desires to reveal Her-/Himself to the attentive  introspective eye  of our soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At the dawn of creation of this perticular universe, the first living being,  Brahma, got a glimpse into the eternal Now, beyond the cyclic creations  and destructions of numberless universes. A Now where God celebrates consciousness together with innumerable pure souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let us bow our head to that now... or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Om vi undersäker Nuet närmare upptäcker vi de slående likheterna mellan dess natur och Guds natur som den beskrivs i de Vediska uppenbarelsetexterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alla varelser delar Nuet. Det är mindre än det minsta då det är omöjligt att sätta fingret exakt på när i tiden det sker och samtidigt är det större än det största då det genomsyrar hela skapelsen. Det är evigt och evigt blommande även om det inte beror på varken det förflutna eller det kommande. Det är alltings grund, alltings ursprung och vittnet till allt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vi likställer ofta Nuet med vår sinnesförnimmelse. Men Nuets hjärta är osynligt för våra köttsliga ögon. I Veda beskrivs Gud vara adhoksaja; bortom sinnenas räckvidd. En fullfjädrad upplevelse av Gud kan endast fås om Hon/Han önskar uppenbara Sig själv för vår själs uppmärksamma introspektiva öga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vid detta universums skapelses gryning fick den första levande varelsen, Brahma, se en glimt av det eviga Nuet, bortom de cykliska skapelserna och förstörelserna av oräkneliga universa. Ett Nu där Gud firar medvetandet tillsammans med med oräkneliga rena själar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Låt oss buga inför det nu...eller aldrig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQj8DX_BpyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wHlcAv667SU/s1600/vrindavan_introduction_and_history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQj8DX_BpyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wHlcAv667SU/s400/vrindavan_introduction_and_history.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550963675642308386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; Sri Brahma sings:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brahma Samhita 5.56&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I worship that transcendental seat, known as Śvetadvīpa where as loving consorts the Lakṣmīs in their unalloyed spiritual essence practice the amorous service of the Supreme Lord Kṛṣṇa  as their only lover; where every tree is a transcendental purpose tree;  where the soil is the purpose gem, all water is nectar, every word is a  song, every gait is a dance, the flute is the favorite attendant,  effulgence is full of transcendental bliss and the supreme spiritual  entities are all enjoyable and tasty, where numberless milk cows always  emit transcendental oceans of milk; where there is eternal existence of  transcendental time, who is ever present and without past or future and  hence is not subject to the quality of passing away even for the space  of half a moment. That realm is known as Goloka only to a very few self-realized souls in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Sri Brahma sjunger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brahma Samhita 5.56:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jag dyrkar den transcendentala platsen, känd som &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Śvetadvīpa där Laksmierna som älskande gemåler i sin oblandade andliga essens utövar kärleksfull tjänst till Guds innersta aspekt, Krishna, som deras ende älskare; där varje träd är ett transcendentalt önsketräd; där jorden är av önske-ädelsten, allt vatten är nektar, varje ord är en sång, varje steg är en dans, flöjten är favoritföljeslagaren, där existensen är evig i transcendental tid som alltid är närvarande, utan dåtid eller framtid och därmed inte bunden att passera ens för ett halvt ögonblick. Den sfären är känd som Goloka endast för ett litet antal självförverkligade själar i denna värld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5358574393737151528?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5358574393737151528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5358574393737151528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5358574393737151528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5358574393737151528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-or-never.html' title='Now or never... / Nu eller aldrig...'/><author><name>Brahma Theodoridis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08552166035567831909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TQjyrJqXxcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RykYBmxIwn4/s72-c/past%2Bfuture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2764405244717246360</id><published>2010-12-13T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T04:42:55.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daredevil? / Våghals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hello, dear daredevils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;#avg_ls_inline_popup { padding: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; z-index: 9999; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 240px; word-wrap: break-word; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: left; line-height: 13px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hej, kära våghalsar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiBPEIL0I/AAAAAAAAE2k/eRRu8clyzmA/s1600/rail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiBPEIL0I/AAAAAAAAE2k/eRRu8clyzmA/s400/rail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550512839120662338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Suicidals mixing pills and alcohol, jumping off bridges or in front of trains, hanging, cutting or shooting yourselves. Kamikaze pilots and sucide bombers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Självmordsbenägna som blandar piller och alkohol, hoppar från broar eller framför tåg, hänger, skär eller skjuter er själva. Kamikazepiloter och självmordsbombare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiAjjQ0GI/AAAAAAAAE2c/KTemX_nTANM/s1600/parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiAjjQ0GI/AAAAAAAAE2c/KTemX_nTANM/s400/parker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550512827440091234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Sensation seekers. Traceurs or traceuses jumping between rooftops. Drunk-drivers on black ice. High-divers dropping from 52 meter high cliffs down into the water. Funambulists walking on tight ropes between the twin towers. Midnight trainsurfers with backpacks full of spraycans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Crocodile hunters swimming with stingrays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Kick-sökare. Traceurer eller traceöser hoppandes mellan hustak. Rattfyllerister i blixthalka. Högdykare droppandes från 52 meter höga klippor ner i vattnet. Lindansare gåendes mellan tvillingtornen. Midnattliga tågsurfare med ryggsäckar fulla av sprayburkar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Krokodiljägare simmandes med spjutrockor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiAaYkAZI/AAAAAAAAE2U/ont5r-IedBs/s1600/eld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiAaYkAZI/AAAAAAAAE2U/ont5r-IedBs/s400/eld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550512824979292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The noble. Firemen going in to the last corners of burning houses to save crying children. Skaters going down in the freezing cold water to save their friends who went through the ice. Subjects trying out new medicines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Ni ädla. Brandmän springandes in i de brinnande husens sista hörn för att rädda gråtande barn. Skridskoåkare simmandes ner i iskallt vatten för att rädda vänner som gått genom isen. Försökspersoner testandes nya mediciner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiAYsVGbI/AAAAAAAAE2M/AnnBrmFYrhk/s1600/protes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiAYsVGbI/AAAAAAAAE2M/AnnBrmFYrhk/s400/protes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550512824525330866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; The brave. Homosexuals coming out of the closet. Pregnant teenage girls refusing abortion although your boyfriends, and in some cases even parents, demand it. Israelis and palestinians getting to know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Children running away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Ni modiga. Homosexuella klivandes ur garderoben. Gravida tonårstjejer vägrandes göra abort trots krav från pojkvänner och i vissa fall även föräldrar. Israeler och palestinier lärandes känna varandra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Barn rymmandes hemifrån.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdh_3_TO2I/AAAAAAAAE2E/DkkLsB93Vpk/s1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdh_3_TO2I/AAAAAAAAE2E/DkkLsB93Vpk/s400/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550512815746530146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The shy lovers finally approaching the ones you barely venture to dream about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Blyga älskare som slutligen närmar er de ni knappt vågar drömma om.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdhP9QjRpI/AAAAAAAAE18/MpBUE3Wif0Q/s1600/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdhP9QjRpI/AAAAAAAAE18/MpBUE3Wif0Q/s400/path.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550511992527341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I acknowledge your courage and admire it. Are you ready for another challenge? A final but infinite such. I dare you to give up your pride, turn around 180 degrees and face God. Let Her/His will become your will and stick to Him/Her through all circumstances of life whether happy or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This will also (as a side effect) satisfy the desires and needs that bring about your present daredevil lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The suicidal tendency will be satisfied because you kill your false identity. One way of doing that is to speak about God in public, satisfying the kamikaze mentality. Desire for sensations will be fulfilled, because a God conscious life is truly exciting and challenging. You will be heroes, by delivering the message of God to those who long for it (so much that it burns). You will stand up for who you are, build bridges and break walls despite resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But most important of all, you will develop a love relation with the very cause of your love craving, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone who treads this path is indeed a braveheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Jag erkänner ert mod och beundrar det. Är ni redo för en ny utmaning? En slutgiltig men oändlig sådan. Jag utmanar er att ge upp er stolthet, vända er 180 grader och möta Gud. Låt Hennes/Hans vilja bli er vilja och håll er till Henne/Honom genom livets alla omständigheter, vare sig lyckliga eller sorgliga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Detta kommer även (som bi-effekt) att tillfredsställa de begär och behov som ligger till grund för ert våghalsiga leverne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Självmordstendensen tillfredsställs eftersom du dödar din falska identitet. Ett sätt att göra det på är att tala om Gud för allmänheten, vilket tillfredsställer kamikaze-mentaliteten. Begäret efter kickar kommer att uppfyllas, för ett Gudsmedvetet liv är i sanning spännande och utmanande. Ni kommer att vara hjältar, genom att förmedla Guds budskap till de som längtar efter det (så mycket att det bränner). Ni kommer att stå upp för de ni är, bygga broar, riva murar trots motstånd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Men viktigast av allt kommer ni att utveckla en kärleksrelation med själva källan till er kärlekstörst, Gud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ett modigt hjärta har den som beträder denna väg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdhPtjfTGI/AAAAAAAAE10/mPdohfN3YV0/s1600/radhakrishna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdhPtjfTGI/AAAAAAAAE10/mPdohfN3YV0/s400/radhakrishna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550511988311805026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//Shyamananda das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2764405244717246360?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2764405244717246360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2764405244717246360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2764405244717246360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2764405244717246360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/daredevil-v%C3%A5ghals.html' title='Daredevil? / Våghals?'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TQdiBPEIL0I/AAAAAAAAE2k/eRRu8clyzmA/s72-c/rail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8500320751201943501</id><published>2010-12-11T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:04:03.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swami on visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TQOfUYSJftI/AAAAAAAAC-M/zG3ZxQuH6X4/s1600/Swami2010small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TQOfUYSJftI/AAAAAAAAC-M/zG3ZxQuH6X4/s400/Swami2010small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549454338315353810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We will have the association of BR Swami Maharaj in Nimaihuset for a few days, and you are invited to come and listen to his lectures. He has been posted in the Mexico temple and is inspiring devotees of Krishna there with his ability to put philosophy into practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thursday 16th dec 18:30 Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday 17th dec 07:00 and 18:30 Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 18th dec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;07:00 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17:00 Lecture (saturday feast!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday 19th dec 07:00 Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ofcourse there will be kirtans and holy food as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;welcome and bring your questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-8500320751201943501?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/8500320751201943501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=8500320751201943501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8500320751201943501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/8500320751201943501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/swami-on-visit.html' title='Swami on visit'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TQOfUYSJftI/AAAAAAAAC-M/zG3ZxQuH6X4/s72-c/Swami2010small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-286040650107686883</id><published>2010-12-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:49:00.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow: the first buffet of three / Imorgon: den första buffén av tre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TP09tZL-ohI/AAAAAAAAE00/JF-iyLKxhpQ/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TP09tZL-ohI/AAAAAAAAE00/JF-iyLKxhpQ/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547658166054855186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; At the moment we are  preparing for our first vegetarian christmas buffet this year. Next week  we will have two more. Feel welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;För  tillfället förbereder vi för vårt första vegetariska julbord i år.  Nästa vecka kommer vi att ha ytterligare två. Känn er välkomna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TP09spNWq9I/AAAAAAAAE0s/ZBjZjfieFy4/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TP09spNWq9I/AAAAAAAAE0s/ZBjZjfieFy4/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547658153175722962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TP09sLwUpZI/AAAAAAAAE0k/G95fhmJFTpM/s1600/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TP09sLwUpZI/AAAAAAAAE0k/G95fhmJFTpM/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547658145269327250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Decoration work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-286040650107686883?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/286040650107686883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=286040650107686883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/286040650107686883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/286040650107686883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/12/tomorrow-first-buffet-of-three-imorgon.html' title='Tomorrow: the first buffet of three / Imorgon: den första buffén av tre'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TP09tZL-ohI/AAAAAAAAE00/JF-iyLKxhpQ/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1962712022858455447</id><published>2010-11-27T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T04:16:45.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 2 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxyw1CpeI/AAAAAAAAEz8/bQnRWRwFjDQ/s1600/tant.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxyw1CpeI/AAAAAAAAEz8/bQnRWRwFjDQ/s400/tant.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544196995696207330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxzVbtJbI/AAAAAAAAE0U/T-UNwMUTwlU/s1600/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Finally comes part 2 of Geoffrey Crueger's (author's alter ego) article series. Part 1 was posted on the 15th of october on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This article is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"From nurses to conversations about a realized yogi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Till slut kommer del 2 av Geoffrey Cruegers (författarens alter ego) artikelserie. Del 1 postades den 15:e oktober här på bloggen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxzVbtJbI/AAAAAAAAE0U/T-UNwMUTwlU/s1600/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Denna artikel kallas "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Från vårdtanter till samtal om en förverkligad yogi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxzVbtJbI/AAAAAAAAE0U/T-UNwMUTwlU/s1600/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxzVbtJbI/AAAAAAAAE0U/T-UNwMUTwlU/s400/pills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544197005522052530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; My occupation has many nuances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Mitt yrke har många nyanser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; We live in a time when the old people who have worked  hard all their lives are granted 15 minutes of assistance daily for  getting up, getting dressed and making breakfast. They also get a  handful of medicines so that they will not have to think very about that  it's soon time to check out from the present body. So that they will be  drugged enough when it's time to set off for a travel to be installed  in another life form. Old nurses that through their occupation have given up  the hope for humanity. Who drain the hope and make the new young  enthusiastic humans aware that there is no time for their visions. Give  up! Become like us and get a coffee breath instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Vi lever i en tid då de gamla som jobbat hårt hela sina liv blir beviljade 15 minuters hjälp dagligen för ett handtag upp, påklädning och frukost. De får också en näve mediciner så att de inte skall behöva tänka så mycket på att det börjar bli dags att checka ut från den nuvarande kroppen. Så att de ska vara tillräckligt drogade när det är dags att bege sig ut på resa och installera sig i nästa livsform. Vårdtanter som genom yrket gett upp hoppet om mänskligheten. Som suger ut hoppet och medvetandegör för de nya unga entusiastiska människorna att det finns ingen tid för era visioner. Ge upp! Bli som oss och få kaffe-andedräkt istället.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxzNtP8QI/AAAAAAAAE0M/64evspn2J-k/s1600/asanas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxzNtP8QI/AAAAAAAAE0M/64evspn2J-k/s400/asanas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544197003448152322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Like that I experienced my occupation for some time. And when I wasn't there, I was standing in uncomfortable positions on my yoga-mat, or distracting myself by aiming my consciousness at the holy name of the absolute, hiding with my rosary beads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Så uplevde jag mitt yrke  en period. Och vistades jag inte där så stod jag i obekväma positioner  på min yogamatta eller distraherade mig med att rikta mitt medvetande på  det absolutas heliga namn o gömma mig med mitt radband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; What am I doing here? I am a tin soldier in a game with unreasonable rules. I don't want to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Vad gör jag här? Jag är en tennsoldat i ett spel med orimliga spelregler. Jag vill inte vara med.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; But then the pieces of the puzzle started coming together. I could see the three qualities of nature (&lt;i&gt;gunas&lt;/i&gt;, mentioned in the previous article) in the hallway of every old man or woman I was visiting. I could see their photos of great grand children as babies or of themselves as small children with their parents. I could see their wedding photos and in front of me I could see and hear person after person tell about the death of their husbands, wives and friends. And I could see in front of me someone who is on the way to molder away and soon also die.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Men så började ett pussel  att läggas. Jag kunde se naturens tre kvaliteter (&lt;i&gt;gunas&lt;/i&gt;, nämnda i förra artikeln) i  varenda vårdtagares hall. Jag kunde se deras foton på barnbarnsbarn som  spädbarn eller på dem själva som små barn i deras föräldrahem. Jag  kunde se deras bröllopsfotografier och jag kunde i levande gestalt  framför mig se och höra människa efter människa berätta om deras makars och  vänners död. Jag kunde också framför mig se någon som i full färd är på  väg att förruttnas och snart dö.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; Everyday I was confronted face to face with birth, disease, maintenance and decomposition. Every day I met some old person saying that he/she was happy for being able to still walk or read letters. This gives me the feeling, as I stand on my mat, that it's a mercy to be able to stand here and do my yoga.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Jag ställdes dag efter dag  öga mot öga med födsel sjukdom uprätthållelse föruttnelse och död.  Varje dag träffade jag någon gammal människa som sa att dem hade det bra  för att dem kunde fortfarande gå på sina ben eller att dem är så glada  för att dem fortfarande kan läsa sina brev. Detta ger mig känslor när  jag nyvaken står på min matta att det är en nåd att få stå här och göra  min yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; I can stand in an umcomfortable position without suffering from it. Focused only on my breathing. I have also found myself in a squatting position, cleaning the butt of an old person who is yelling at me. But I just focus on my breathing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Jag kan stå på mattan i en  obekväm position utan att ha ont av den. Fokuserad endast på mina  andetag. Och jag har också hittat mig själv stående på huk och rengöra  en gammal människas bakdel medan jag blir utskälld. Och stå kvar i det  och lyssna på mina andetag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; In the second chapter, text 14 of Bhagavad-gita, Krishna describes to Arjuna that happiness and distress are two poles of nature and just as summer and winter they come and go. We should accept them without becoming bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; I Bhagavad-gitas andra kapitel, vers 14, beskriver Krishna för Arjuna att lycka och lidande är två poler i naturen som kommer och går precis som sommar och vinter. Vi bör acceptera dem utan att förvillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; Among these rules there is knowledge and nectar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Bland dessa spelregler så finns det kunskap och nektar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxyyJNy0I/AAAAAAAAE0E/cfiGBejxklo/s1600/siva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxyyJNy0I/AAAAAAAAE0E/cfiGBejxklo/s400/siva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544196996049259330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swami Shivananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; One day when I had been heating up boxes a la quacking in the microwaves in the homes of old people I once again asked myself: Is it my responsibility to go out of this set of rules. I went to a very old man and brought him out on a walk. We chatted a little and he asked me what I do otherwise. I told him that I had been to India and just recently came back. He was mightily impressed. He told that he had been a member of the theosophical society where he had made researches on norse mythology together with like-minded from all the Nordic countries. Once he fell seriously ill and one of the like-minded, a man from Iceland, directed him to a yogi who had been helping them in studying similarities between norse mythology and vedic culture.  The man told that this yogi was linked to a publishing house in the 50:s when this happened. Shivananda was his name, Swami Shivananda. And he had sent blessed sand, probably from the Ganges, that the man was supposed to pour over his head. He had also written down a mantra for him to chant, Hare Rama Hare Rama Hare Krishna Hare Krishna. I was almost bursting into flames. This 95-yearold shy man shocked me with this story when I mentioned India. Then I told him about the mantra and that it's usually recited on rosary beads. He asked me to get him such beads and also the Tibetan Book of the Dead. So there i was standing in the midst of the coffee breath, pills and microwaves that I had gotten used to. In front of a man who sincerely wanted a rosary, practice yoga and was thirsty after knowledge about samsara. I got him the rosary for the next time I visited him a few weeks later, but I don't know yet how he followed it up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; En dag när jag stått och värmt mikrovågslådor a la kvacksalveri och återigen ställt mig frågan om jag har ansvar att ställa mig utanför dessa spelregler, gick jag till en mycket gammal man och tog honom med ut på en promenad. Vi kallpratade lite grann och han frågade vad jag gör annars. Jag sa att jag varit i Indien och nyligen kommit tillbaka. Då blev han mäkta intresserad. Han berättade att han varit med i teosofiska samfundet och gjort forskningar i fornnordisk mytologi i samarbete med likasinnade från hela Norden. En gång då han blev allvarligt sjuk blev han hänvisad till en yogi som hans isländske vän hade haft hjälp utav för att hitta likheter mellan hdnisk mytologi och vedisk. Denna yogin hade som min lilla gubbe berättade det skrivit många böcker och på 50-talet då detta ägde rum fanns det ett förlag länkat till honom. Shivananda hette han, Swami Shivananda. Swamin hade skickat välsignad sand troligen från Ganges som mannen skulle hälla över sitt huvud. Han skickade också ett mantra som löd Hare Rama Hare Rama Hare Krishna Hare Krishna. Jag höll på att gå upp i lågor. Denna 95-åriga blyga man chockade mig med denna berättelse när jag nämnde Indien. Sedan berättade jag om mantrat och hur det brukar reciteras på radband. Då bad han mig att skaffa honom ett sådant samt att Den Tibetanska Dödsboken. Så där stod jag mitt i all kaffeandedräkt, piller och mikrovågor som jag vant mig vid. Framför en man som uppriktigt ville åt ett radband, prakticera yoga och törstade efter kunskap om samsara. Jag skaffade honom radbandet och gav honom det nästa gång jag besökte honom några veckor senare. Sedan vet jag inte hur han följt upp det!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt; I love to work and I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt; Jag älskar att arbeta och jag älskar mitt jobb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haribol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1962712022858455447?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1962712022858455447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1962712022858455447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1962712022858455447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1962712022858455447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/11/zimmer-wheel-of-samsara-part-2-samsaras.html' title='The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 2 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 2'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TPDxyw1CpeI/AAAAAAAAEz8/bQnRWRwFjDQ/s72-c/tant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4235855353243027671</id><published>2010-11-21T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:11:45.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation to dance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do you know that I sing poems to the pursuit of your search? I make you small but your aim great... I will give you a universe, but you will find it insufficient. You will want to leave it when you do not find within it the sweetness of My spirit. And in this way, I will praise your love, and you My greatness, and we will love each other more and more. We will love each other day and night; and they will say that I am a cheater and that you are crazy. But before this, you will love me as rock and thunder, as sun and wind, as man or woman, as father, mother, child, sky, music, friend and universe. You will always love me in some way... When you are stronger I will stop your plans, your dreams, your hopes. I will take away your friends, your family, your money; as if pruning the fruit tree to improve its fruit; as if pruning the rose bush to strengthen the rose... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;And you will come to Me. You will come running to Me. Some will say that you should be careful of Me, that I am a cheater. Again, others will say that you are crazy. But both of us will be intoxicated by the fascination of our love: because I want your love towards Me to be great, and because the love that I have for you is very great...&lt;br /&gt;And you will see that that which I took from you, that I threw at your feet as useless plunder, will become fertilizer for your internal roots, and your plans will be to have Me; My embrace your hope, the world your friend, every being your family, and purity your wealth. O soul! I want to make you light, I want to make you love, I want to make you an angel. Let yourself be within the warmth of My hands. Let Me lull you to sleep against My yearning chest. Allow Me to take you to dance in Vrindavan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spoken by Krishna through the pen of Atulananda Acharya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4235855353243027671?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4235855353243027671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4235855353243027671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4235855353243027671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4235855353243027671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/11/invitation-to-dance.html' title='Invitation to dance...'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4137798014003829075</id><published>2010-11-18T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:21:54.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 st Julbord i december på Nimaihuset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TOUV1UoGZBI/AAAAAAAACzk/KEh-ay5E2bw/s1600/JulbordX2-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TOUV1UoGZBI/AAAAAAAACzk/KEh-ay5E2bw/s400/JulbordX2-2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540858922363413522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu är det dags igen. Det är gott och frustrerande på samma gång eftersom man inte hinner smaka allt innan man blir mätt. Men du är välkommen att göra ett tappert försök! Boka in dig i tid för att få plats, det brukar bli ganska fullt hus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(minst) 20 rätters julbord&lt;br /&gt;Tisdag 7e, Onsdag 15e och Söndag 19e december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mellan 14:00 - 22:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full meny 150:-/pers&lt;br /&gt;vegan meny 120:-/pers&lt;br /&gt;barnmeny 80:-/pers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boka in dig i god tid så underlättar du vår planering med 108 %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariiiiiiiiiiibol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4137798014003829075?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4137798014003829075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4137798014003829075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4137798014003829075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4137798014003829075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-st-julbord-i-december-pa-nimaihuset.html' title='3 st Julbord i december på Nimaihuset'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TOUV1UoGZBI/AAAAAAAACzk/KEh-ay5E2bw/s72-c/JulbordX2-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3518503539420154023</id><published>2010-11-10T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:48:13.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work and jolly songs / Hårt jobb och glad sång</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK6f-RqDI/AAAAAAAAEy0/UNxKM-od2iE/s1600/DSCN1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK6f-RqDI/AAAAAAAAEy0/UNxKM-od2iE/s400/DSCN1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032166913550386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLb3geXzI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hMD_fYBUXbY/s1600/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt; This weekend we were out in the countryside, collecting straw for our plantbeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt; I helgen var vi ute på landet och samlade halm till växtbäddarna.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLb3geXzI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hMD_fYBUXbY/s1600/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK6yBHkjI/AAAAAAAAEy8/QwkkLYHCwe8/s1600/DSCN1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK6yBHkjI/AAAAAAAAEy8/QwkkLYHCwe8/s400/DSCN1498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032171757310514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLb3geXzI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hMD_fYBUXbY/s1600/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ra-straw-fari&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLb3geXzI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hMD_fYBUXbY/s1600/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK8MnvonI/AAAAAAAAEzM/RT9roXsuEtE/s1600/DSCN1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK8MnvonI/AAAAAAAAEzM/RT9roXsuEtE/s400/DSCN1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032196078510706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLbhCZC7I/AAAAAAAAEzc/JCIslLcT5pw/s1600/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLbhCZC7I/AAAAAAAAEzc/JCIslLcT5pw/s400/DSCN1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032734134930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK8ZSQeBI/AAAAAAAAEzU/Dyp42XDs4NA/s1600/DSCN1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK8ZSQeBI/AAAAAAAAEzU/Dyp42XDs4NA/s400/DSCN1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032199478048786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK7rbsdCI/AAAAAAAAEzE/vAxp7zw4gBk/s1600/DSCN1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK7rbsdCI/AAAAAAAAEzE/vAxp7zw4gBk/s400/DSCN1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032187169600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLb3geXzI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hMD_fYBUXbY/s1600/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsLb3geXzI/AAAAAAAAEzk/hMD_fYBUXbY/s400/DSCN1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538032740166688562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sbFiXqT-kc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=bg_BG&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sbFiXqT-kc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=bg_BG&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiarash in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3518503539420154023?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3518503539420154023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3518503539420154023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3518503539420154023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3518503539420154023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/11/hard-work-and-jolly-songs-hart-jobb-och.html' title='Hard work and jolly songs / Hårt jobb och glad sång'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNsK6f-RqDI/AAAAAAAAEy0/UNxKM-od2iE/s72-c/DSCN1502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2808217287443454790</id><published>2010-11-08T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:38:24.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hög Vibration / Holy Vibration</title><content type='html'>SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Nu har vi firat det heliga berget GOVARDHAN.&lt;br /&gt;Utav sockerkaka, halava och andra sötsaker gjorde vi ett Govardhan berg. Se så fint det blev!&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;Now we have celebrated the holy mountain GOVARDHAN.&lt;br /&gt;Out of cake, halava and other sweets, we made a Govardhan mountain. Look how beautiful it became!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfd6tcIJcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iIdthWAy8tM/s1600/IMG_7529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfd6tcIJcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iIdthWAy8tM/s400/IMG_7529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537138267575035330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Sedan följde en cermoni, en så kallad arati, tillägnad Govardhan.&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;Then followed a ceremony, called arati, dedicated Govardhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfe6FsJvKI/AAAAAAAAAew/sW-QdvPiLe4/s1600/IMG_7535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfe6FsJvKI/AAAAAAAAAew/sW-QdvPiLe4/s400/IMG_7535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537139356416457890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNffCZZCswI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Bt2cbfl1cJE/s1600/IMG_7542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNffCZZCswI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Bt2cbfl1cJE/s400/IMG_7542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537139499143967490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfgrEI9-jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LREaYaN5Se8/s1600/IMG_7552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfgrEI9-jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LREaYaN5Se8/s400/IMG_7552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537141297325668914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Och så dansade vi runt berget och sjöng kirtan helt hejdlöst!&lt;br /&gt;And we also danced around the mountain and sang kirtans with extatic joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNff1Y-u3PI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aok1lPpmNF4/s1600/IMG_7566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNff1Y-u3PI/AAAAAAAAAfA/aok1lPpmNF4/s400/IMG_7566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537140375206943986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Vi är mitt inne i månaden för Kartik, en speciell tid då vi alla dyrkar Krishna som litet barn genom att bland annat offra en liten ghee-sticka morgon och kväll.&lt;br /&gt;Och sen mer kirtan!&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;We're in the middle of the month of Kartik, a special time when we all worship Krishna as a child by sacrifice a little ghee-knit in the morning and in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;And then more kirtans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiR43Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAgY/rivlu2rYv58/s1600/IMG_7570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiR43Q0sI/AAAAAAAAAgY/rivlu2rYv58/s400/IMG_7570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537143063825142466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiRrW_1-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KUt-GLvNldA/s1600/IMG_7576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiRrW_1-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KUt-GLvNldA/s400/IMG_7576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537143060200151010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prasadam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiRDzDoEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/tyuhxqYTgJE/s1600/IMG_7590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiRDzDoEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/tyuhxqYTgJE/s400/IMG_7590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537143049580421186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiQ8iJH2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/yA9Zjg33pkI/s1600/IMG_7598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiQ8iJH2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/yA9Zjg33pkI/s400/IMG_7598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537143047630430050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiQ88XKCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nkayd8TWNos/s1600/IMG_7580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfiQ88XKCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nkayd8TWNos/s400/IMG_7580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537143047740401698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVENSKA&lt;br /&gt;Templet var fullpackat till Herren Sri Krishnas glädje!&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;The tempel were packed with people for the joy of the Lord Sri Krishna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2808217287443454790?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2808217287443454790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2808217287443454790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2808217287443454790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2808217287443454790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/11/tempelgung-tempel-vibrations.html' title='Hög Vibration / Holy Vibration'/><author><name>Andreas Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06525893892899080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TNfd6tcIJcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iIdthWAy8tM/s72-c/IMG_7529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-7895518363402090334</id><published>2010-11-05T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:02:26.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fest i Nimaihuset på Lördag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TNP9KEXC3sI/AAAAAAAACzc/gcJw4xIGnqY/s1600/image001.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TNP9KEXC3sI/AAAAAAAACzc/gcJw4xIGnqY/s400/image001.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536046716379389634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ALLA får plats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;På något vis får vi plats allihopa och på något vis räcker maten. Vi hoppas att du kommer med ALLA dina vänner till Nimaihuset på Lördag kl 17:00.  Vi kommer att dansa runt ett berg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;av sötsaker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(en replika av det heliga berget Goverdhan) (detta tillhör vanligheterna i den här krishna-kulten) och offra eld till Krishna. Om du tycker om att ha trevligt så är det ju läge att komma. Ta med dig blommor och choklad (som inte innehåller vasslepulver!) till Goverdhanberget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vi ses  på lördag! kl 17:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er tjänare&lt;br /&gt;//vasudeva d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-7895518363402090334?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/7895518363402090334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=7895518363402090334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7895518363402090334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7895518363402090334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/11/fest-i-nimaihuset-pa-lordag.html' title='Fest i Nimaihuset på Lördag!'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TNP9KEXC3sI/AAAAAAAACzc/gcJw4xIGnqY/s72-c/image001.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2804328501532447464</id><published>2010-11-05T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T05:42:10.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candymountain / Godisberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNP50imaR-I/AAAAAAAAEys/5nGIU5NURtA/s1600/govi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNP50imaR-I/AAAAAAAAEys/5nGIU5NURtA/s400/govi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536043048004896738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Warning! If you really don't like nice atmospheres and people who come together for joyous celebrations, uplifting music and to eat delicious vegetarian food all for spiritual development should not come to Nimaihuset tomorrow at 5 P.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Varning! Om du verkligen inte gillar fina atmosfärer där människor kommer samman för lyckliga firanden, upplyftande musik och för att äta god vegetarisk mat, allt förandlig utveckling borde inte komma till Nimaihuset imorgon kl. 17.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2804328501532447464?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2804328501532447464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2804328501532447464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2804328501532447464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2804328501532447464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/11/candymountain-godisberg.html' title='Candymountain / Godisberg'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TNP50imaR-I/AAAAAAAAEys/5nGIU5NURtA/s72-c/govi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2563071853091384278</id><published>2010-10-31T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:48:05.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Häxprocessen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sK6WHxxWDdc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sK6WHxxWDdc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2563071853091384278?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2563071853091384278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2563071853091384278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2563071853091384278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2563071853091384278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/haxprocessen.html' title='Häxprocessen'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1925008236067621616</id><published>2010-10-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:39:46.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRcaplZaI/AAAAAAAACy4/Dwo9G0kWQM4/s1600/DSCN1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRcaplZaI/AAAAAAAACy4/Dwo9G0kWQM4/s400/DSCN1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531283947228849570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress code toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRb_dm_zI/AAAAAAAACyw/MbFHKbl2vVQ/s1600/DSCN1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRb_dm_zI/AAAAAAAACyw/MbFHKbl2vVQ/s400/DSCN1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531283939930865458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prasadam was better than ever on ekadasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRbeaipLI/AAAAAAAACyo/eIQ-SPxXIxo/s1600/DSCN1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRbeaipLI/AAAAAAAACyo/eIQ-SPxXIxo/s400/DSCN1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531283931059627186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina melted into the Gangapuja gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRa55wJ9I/AAAAAAAACyg/tKFVNKgbI5w/s1600/DSCN1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRa55wJ9I/AAAAAAAACyg/tKFVNKgbI5w/s400/DSCN1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531283921258424274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the himalayas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMWE7ZJjuI/AAAAAAAACzA/65IeCbJzjLA/s1600/100_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMWE7ZJjuI/AAAAAAAACzA/65IeCbJzjLA/s400/100_1966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531289041259564770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1925008236067621616?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1925008236067621616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1925008236067621616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1925008236067621616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1925008236067621616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/more.html' title='More...'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMMRcaplZaI/AAAAAAAACy4/Dwo9G0kWQM4/s72-c/DSCN1302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3469955923259109573</id><published>2010-10-22T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:10:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More postcards from India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMKX-DgnIuI/AAAAAAAACyQ/Yq0Vkti5pE4/s1600/DSCN1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMKX-DgnIuI/AAAAAAAACyQ/Yq0Vkti5pE4/s400/DSCN1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531150384714162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning meditation in the himalayas... home of Lord Shiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3469955923259109573?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3469955923259109573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3469955923259109573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3469955923259109573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3469955923259109573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-postcards-from-india.html' title='More postcards from India'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TMKX-DgnIuI/AAAAAAAACyQ/Yq0Vkti5pE4/s72-c/DSCN1259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5957606970767642559</id><published>2010-10-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:21:28.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matlagningskurs/Cooking course</title><content type='html'>Alltid på tisdagar, året runt, klockan 18.30.&lt;br /&gt;Anmäl dig gärna en dag i för väg, men kom hellre spontant än inte alls!&lt;br /&gt;Mycket goda resultat - Välkomna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;Always on tuesdays, all year around, at 18.30.&lt;br /&gt;Send us a notification one day ahead, but come spontanously rather than not coming at all!&lt;br /&gt;Very tasty results - Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcD_BZ4X_m0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcD_BZ4X_m0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5957606970767642559?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5957606970767642559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5957606970767642559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5957606970767642559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5957606970767642559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/matlagningskurscooking-course.html' title='Matlagningskurs/Cooking course'/><author><name>Andreas Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06525893892899080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4445974443414307411</id><published>2010-10-20T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:38:36.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vyasa Puja evening / Vår Vyasa Puja-kväll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y3sxI0lI/AAAAAAAAEyM/CP9VlI3GlVc/s1600/Picture+478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y3sxI0lI/AAAAAAAAEyM/CP9VlI3GlVc/s400/Picture+478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166212623389266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The special altar, designed and arranged by Garuda Govindaji for the Vyasa Puja evening where we gave our offerings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Special-altaret, designat och arrangerat av Garuda Govindaji för Vyasa Puja-kvällen där vi gav våra offringar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y3sxI0lI/AAAAAAAAEyM/CP9VlI3GlVc/s1600/Picture+478.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y4WHsipI/AAAAAAAAEyc/75_WQ-c7-OQ/s1600/Picture+486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y4WHsipI/AAAAAAAAEyc/75_WQ-c7-OQ/s400/Picture+486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166223723858578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The feast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Festmåltiden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y3zgTOPI/AAAAAAAAEyU/Fu082jBB3pU/s1600/Picture+485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y3zgTOPI/AAAAAAAAEyU/Fu082jBB3pU/s400/Picture+485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166214431815922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The cook! (The prasadam was the best of the year, surpassing Janmastami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Kocken! (Prasadamen var den bästa i år, överträffade Janmastami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4445974443414307411?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4445974443414307411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4445974443414307411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4445974443414307411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4445974443414307411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-vyasa-puja-evening-var-vyasa-puja.html' title='Our Vyasa Puja evening / Vår Vyasa Puja-kväll'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TL8Y3sxI0lI/AAAAAAAAEyM/CP9VlI3GlVc/s72-c/Picture+478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-5556555882030327910</id><published>2010-10-15T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:08:00.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 1 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdjWHyK59I/AAAAAAAAEx8/Iq4JsVYPmf8/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdjWHyK59I/AAAAAAAAEx8/Iq4JsVYPmf8/s400/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527996299318323154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Today starts our new article series "The zimmer wheel of samsara", written by a friend who has to remain anonymous due to the content. His alter-ego for this series will be "Geoffrey Crueger".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The three modes of material nature manifested in one day at home-help service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Idag börjar vår nya artikelserie "Samsaras rullatorhjul", skriven av en vän som måste förbli anonym pga av innehållet. Hans alter-ego för denna artikelserie kommer att vara "Geoffrey Crueger".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Del 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Den materiella naturens tre kvaliteter manifesterade på en och samma dag på hemtjänsten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometime, somewhere in Sweden I started working for the home-help service for old people. I was to be taught and got to go together with a woman who had worked there for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Någon gång i tiden någonstans i Sverige så började jag ett jobb på  hemtjänsten. Jag skulle bli upplärd och fick gå bredvid en kvinna som  jobbat där länge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdhpfYH38I/AAAAAAAAEx0/OyYSouTf7-8/s1600/varning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdhpfYH38I/AAAAAAAAEx0/OyYSouTf7-8/s400/varning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527994433045782466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning, angry old woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The first woman that we visited, she barely greeted us when we came. As soon as we got inside she started directing us and she was about to use us to the maximum degree. She had no friends and very few relatives. She was aggressive, bitter and negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Den första kvinnan som vi besökte hon hälsadade knappt när vi kom in.  Hon började så fort vi kom innanför dörren att dirigera vad vi skulle  göra och hon skulle utnyttja oss till max. Hon hade inga vänner och  knappt några anhöriga. Hon var aggressiv bitter och negativ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdhocK5w9I/AAAAAAAAExs/zW1InRr3Ho0/s1600/stackarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdhocK5w9I/AAAAAAAAExs/zW1InRr3Ho0/s400/stackarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527994415005156306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Later that morning we visited another old woman. She was kind and friendly. But also empty and disappointed. She told that her whole life she had invested in her enterprise. Everything was about work and career. Then when retirement came  and the enterprise was sold, there was no more. She was like a living questionmark, asking the question: "What, wasn't it more than this? So, what happens now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Senare samma förmiddag besökte vi en annan gammal kvinna. Hon var snäll o  vänlig . Men också tom och besviken. Hon berättade att hon hela sitt  liv satsat på sitt företag. Och att det hela gått ut på jobb och  karriär. Sedan så när pensionen kom och företaget blev sålt så blev det  inte mer. Hon var som ett levande frågetecken som ställde frågan: "Vadå,  blev det inte mera än såhär? Jaha vad händer nu då?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdhoL6Um0I/AAAAAAAAExk/pp-o35X1uJw/s1600/vigtant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdhoL6Um0I/AAAAAAAAExk/pp-o35X1uJw/s400/vigtant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527994410640644930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; In the afternoon that day we went to visit a lady of heart, 104 years old. She had not checked out yet. During her life this charming sweetie for a woman had been active in associations and for overall welfare. Sure, she's completely deaf but she likes to watch documentaries on TV and happily shares what she has learned and what she can distinguish. She's curious about everyone who comes to visit her. And she shares the nectar that she has reaped during the sojourn of this incarnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; På eftermiddagen samma dag gick vi på en visit hos en hjätats dam på  104år. Hon hade inte checkat ut ännu. Under sitt liv hade denna  förtjusande sötnos till kvinna varit aktiv i föreningsliv och  helheternas välfärd. Visst hon är helt döv men hon gillar dokumtärer på  tv o delar gärna med sig vad hon lärt sig och vad hon kan urskilja. Hon  är nyfiken på alla som kommer och besöker henne. Och hon delar med sig  av den nektar som hon skördat under denna inkarnations resa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdlZJmT_GI/AAAAAAAAEyE/CgYgtYxnCJg/s1600/eld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdlZJmT_GI/AAAAAAAAEyE/CgYgtYxnCJg/s400/eld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527998550368320610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; These women can to a very limited degree influence their outer circumstances now when old age is reached. They are stranded with the harvest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They continue the relation they have had to the world into the old age and taste its fruits. One is bitter and rotten. Another is empty and tasteless while yet another is juicy and sweet of nectar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Dessa kvinnor kan i en mycket liten grad nu när ålderdomen är nådd  påverka sina yttre omständigheter. Dem är strandsatta med skörden av  sina liv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dem fortsätter sitt förhållningsätt dem haft till  världen in i ålderdomen och dem smakar dess frukter. En är bitter och  föruttnad. En är tom och smaklös och En är saftig och söt av nektar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-5556555882030327910?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/5556555882030327910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=5556555882030327910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5556555882030327910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/5556555882030327910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/zimmer-wheel-of-samsara-part-1-samsaras.html' title='The zimmer wheel of samsara, part 1 / Samsaras rullatorhjul, del 1'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLdjWHyK59I/AAAAAAAAEx8/Iq4JsVYPmf8/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-894482190913632478</id><published>2010-10-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:30:01.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vykort från Indien / Postcards from India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLeuNlbVcHI/AAAAAAAACyA/TNiC08poEHI/s1600/DSCN1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLeuNlbVcHI/AAAAAAAACyA/TNiC08poEHI/s400/DSCN1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528078616028868722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine (bovine) cow protection program. 150 cows from the street has found a home in this Radha Kundha Goshala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaItbC57oI/AAAAAAAACv4/xr9BaHv_yqw/s1600/DSCN1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaItbC57oI/AAAAAAAACv4/xr9BaHv_yqw/s400/DSCN1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755906579295874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in the simple village Vrindavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMIB3-l_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/2Lbrx_uovx4/s1600/DSCN1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMIB3-l_I/AAAAAAAACxQ/2Lbrx_uovx4/s400/DSCN1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527759662213928946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not only see wild peacocks, Lina also found a feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-csTpiEI/AAAAAAAACx4/6I1SY0iL-88/s1600/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-csTpiEI/AAAAAAAACx4/6I1SY0iL-88/s400/DSCN1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527955730271406146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMGJocc4I/AAAAAAAACw4/UzfbGLo7jRQ/s1600/DSCN1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMGJocc4I/AAAAAAAACw4/UzfbGLo7jRQ/s400/DSCN1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527759629936522114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj Mahal, the symbol of temporary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-cHs3k6I/AAAAAAAACxw/kjTsRJ-L3Qk/s1600/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-cHs3k6I/AAAAAAAACxw/kjTsRJ-L3Qk/s400/DSCN1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527955720445072290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were studying english but when i asked their favorite subject, they said after a while thinking "hindi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-bs_okFI/AAAAAAAACxg/F4UFwCZ-07c/s1600/DSCN1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-bs_okFI/AAAAAAAACxg/F4UFwCZ-07c/s400/DSCN1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527955713276022866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for planting a tree to help the reforestation of the Vrindavan. We planted banyan, mango, pepolum, guava and neem trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-bOQiFTI/AAAAAAAACxY/1kUGSBljWQA/s1600/DSCN1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLc-bOQiFTI/AAAAAAAACxY/1kUGSBljWQA/s400/DSCN1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527955705025402162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient buildings in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMHowvRDI/AAAAAAAACxI/cRFzPe75Wyg/s1600/DSCN1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMHowvRDI/AAAAAAAACxI/cRFzPe75Wyg/s400/DSCN1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527759655472677938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One out of 5 farmer brothers. They gave us the most amazing parathas with pickles and were very sweet. We got the grandmothers blessings i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMGgG7_mI/AAAAAAAACxA/sNs21Pe_Wf4/s1600/DSCN1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMGgG7_mI/AAAAAAAACxA/sNs21Pe_Wf4/s400/DSCN1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527759635969998434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple village life in India (with the family Goddess Vrinda devi sculpted on the house) and Grandmother of the family coming with water on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMFzjBv4I/AAAAAAAACww/glB6LzVoCtk/s1600/DSCN1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaMFzjBv4I/AAAAAAAACww/glB6LzVoCtk/s400/DSCN1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527759624008220546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jannica, Lina and Gunilla in the holy Vrindavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaItG7GrCI/AAAAAAAACvw/2hXrLr96OJU/s1600/DSCN1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaItG7GrCI/AAAAAAAACvw/2hXrLr96OJU/s400/DSCN1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755901177867298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting mystic temple Sri Sri Radha Raman where the deity self-manifested 500 years ago, taking secret photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaItoJ4OjI/AAAAAAAACwA/lIjWUqaD4TQ/s1600/DSCN1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaItoJ4OjI/AAAAAAAACwA/lIjWUqaD4TQ/s400/DSCN1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755910098205234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting incredible persons like Paramahamsa Maharaj, the incarnation of devotion who is always absorbed in meditation, hard work service and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaIszWt0bI/AAAAAAAACvo/oh4pvjFmtXs/s1600/DSCN1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLaIszWt0bI/AAAAAAAACvo/oh4pvjFmtXs/s400/DSCN1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527755895924969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;This snake didnt like to be around my neck and tried to strangle me.  This one was tame, but we have seen two poisonous cobras by now already, one in the river Yamuna and the other on the street. The villagers are very afraid of the cobras so i guess the wild ones really do bite sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-894482190913632478?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/894482190913632478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=894482190913632478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/894482190913632478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/894482190913632478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/vykort-fran-indien-postcards-from-india.html' title='Vykort från Indien / Postcards from India'/><author><name>Oki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11374985491532714800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/Sl7bpdJkxXI/AAAAAAAABt4/oC7OhiSpjxE/S220/FootBelly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TLeuNlbVcHI/AAAAAAAACyA/TNiC08poEHI/s72-c/DSCN1197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-365917099101623538</id><published>2010-10-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T09:36:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Gurudeva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLSMAJx022I/AAAAAAAAExc/UWXCpIp-rZ0/s1600/GuruMaharajspoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527196576943233890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLSMAJx022I/AAAAAAAAExc/UWXCpIp-rZ0/s400/GuruMaharajspoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Today is Srila Gurumaharaj Paramadvaiti's 57th birthday anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svenska: Idag är det Srila Gurumaharaj Paramadvaitis 57:nde födelsedag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QucAwYl3bmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QucAwYl3bmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-365917099101623538?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/365917099101623538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=365917099101623538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/365917099101623538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/365917099101623538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-gurudeva.html' title='Happy birthday Gurudeva!'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TLSMAJx022I/AAAAAAAAExc/UWXCpIp-rZ0/s72-c/GuruMaharajspoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1719573356843378095</id><published>2010-10-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T04:16:36.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudarshans very nice video from the Hungary Mela / Sudarshans väldigt fina video från Ungern-melan</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AYH4g2IC" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1719573356843378095?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1719573356843378095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1719573356843378095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1719573356843378095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1719573356843378095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/sudarshans-very-nice-video-from-hungary.html' title='Sudarshans very nice video from the Hungary Mela / Sudarshans väldigt fina video från Ungern-melan'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2639209202655633667</id><published>2010-10-05T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T03:37:42.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Vasudeva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TKrPdt_yu4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/v6n3JQFlYEs/s1600/happybirthday_vasudeva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TKrPdt_yu4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/v6n3JQFlYEs/s400/happybirthday_vasudeva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524456002393652098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Grattis på födelsedagen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasudeva got a vegetarian version of Swedish sandwich cake made of home made Spelt wheat bread, and ALOT of licorice candy. All the best to our dear Prabhu Vasudeva.&lt;br /&gt;Vanca kalpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasudeva fick en vegetarisk smörgåstårta gjort på hembakat spelt/dinkelbröd, och MÅNGA sorters lakritsgodis. Allt gott till vår kära Prabhu Vasudeva.&lt;br /&gt;Vanca kalpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2639209202655633667?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2639209202655633667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2639209202655633667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2639209202655633667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2639209202655633667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-vasudeva.html' title='Happy Birthday Vasudeva'/><author><name>Andreas Nilsson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06525893892899080801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55DZmrrNN_Q/TKrPdt_yu4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/v6n3JQFlYEs/s72-c/happybirthday_vasudeva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4005445399960905041</id><published>2010-10-04T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:54:39.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yusuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKovN9rbRYI/AAAAAAAAExU/J5ZgjlIP9xc/s1600/DSCN0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKovN9rbRYI/AAAAAAAAExU/J5ZgjlIP9xc/s400/DSCN0803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524279809864844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arci and Karuna-mayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We have new inforcement in the Nimai team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Vi har fått förstärkning i Nimai-teamet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKovNVFtWBI/AAAAAAAAExM/C04SDhRnmEU/s1600/DSCN1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKovNVFtWBI/AAAAAAAAExM/C04SDhRnmEU/s400/DSCN1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524279798969227282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Garuda Govinda, cutting up the welcome cake /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Garuda Govinda skär upp välkomst-tårtan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKovNWskUgI/AAAAAAAAExE/huFle0BDeIE/s1600/DSCN1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKovNWskUgI/AAAAAAAAExE/huFle0BDeIE/s400/DSCN1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524279799400649218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rohini, the masseuse / Rohini, massösen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4005445399960905041?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4005445399960905041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4005445399960905041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4005445399960905041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4005445399960905041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/10/yusuf.html' title='Yusuf'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKovN9rbRYI/AAAAAAAAExU/J5ZgjlIP9xc/s72-c/DSCN0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-3307973944586340150</id><published>2010-09-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:17:41.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubud in Sweden / Ubud i Sverige</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfiOwUqZI/AAAAAAAAEwk/PwYEycMMx6k/s1600/DSCN0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfiOwUqZI/AAAAAAAAEwk/PwYEycMMx6k/s400/DSCN0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522784822232394130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfirMFS-I/AAAAAAAAEws/g6oSTeTbZJo/s1600/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Two weeks ago Sriman Balabhadra Prabhu came to visit us here in Sweden, sharing his incredible enthusiasm. When he came in the demigods (Arci and Karuna-mayi) showered flowers from heaven over him. And he happily accepted the flower garland (after a little convincing wrestling).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; För två veckor sedan kom Sriman Balabhadra Prabhu på besök till Sverige och delade med sig av sin otroliga entusiasm. När han kom lät halvgudarna (Arci och Karuna-mayi) det regna blommor från himmelen. Och han accepterade blomstergirlanden med glädje (efter lite övertygande brottning).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfirMFS-I/AAAAAAAAEws/g6oSTeTbZJo/s1600/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfirMFS-I/AAAAAAAAEws/g6oSTeTbZJo/s400/DSCN0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522784829865020386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Finally back together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Ett kärt återseende..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTmQnpTs4I/AAAAAAAAEw8/ZKRQAoY51ko/s1600/DSCN0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTmQnpTs4I/AAAAAAAAEw8/ZKRQAoY51ko/s400/DSCN0890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522792216257606530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; On the saturday feast Bali lead the kirtan and afterwards he gave Hari katha. That was very uplifting for all the devotees and visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; På lördagsfesten ledde Bali kirtan och efteråt gav han Hari-katha. Det var inspirerande för alla hängivna och besökare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfh-Tk16I/AAAAAAAAEwc/pIN7M5m6Q3A/s1600/DSCN0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfh-Tk16I/AAAAAAAAEwc/pIN7M5m6Q3A/s400/DSCN0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522784817816852386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prasadam ki jay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfhR4a_FI/AAAAAAAAEwM/CksKnhBMeaw/s1600/DSCN0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfhR4a_FI/AAAAAAAAEwM/CksKnhBMeaw/s400/DSCN0960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522784805891800146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We had three pizza + home made ice cream parties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Vi hade kalas med pizza + hemmagjord glass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCu1XYaHMcE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCu1XYaHMcE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfhnPr_nI/AAAAAAAAEwU/IPKaI0Bwrt0/s1600/DSCN0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfhnPr_nI/AAAAAAAAEwU/IPKaI0Bwrt0/s400/DSCN0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522784811626528370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Bali donated a big car to the Nimai ashram, for going around in Sweden (and beyond?) to spread the Spoonrevolution and spiritual consciousness. Soon we will be on the roads, thank you Bali! We pray that we will do more than justice to your kindness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Svenska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Bali donerade en stor bil till Nimai-ashramet, för att vi ska kunna åka runt i Sverige (och vidare?) för att sprida Skedrevolutionen och andligt medvetande. Snart kommer vi att vara på vägarna, tack Bali! Vi ber om att få göra din vänlighet mer än rättvisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-3307973944586340150?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/3307973944586340150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=3307973944586340150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3307973944586340150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/3307973944586340150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/09/ubud-in-sweden-ubud-i-sverige.html' title='Ubud in Sweden / Ubud i Sverige'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TKTfiOwUqZI/AAAAAAAAEwk/PwYEycMMx6k/s72-c/DSCN0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-1734276891058552223</id><published>2010-09-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:53:35.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fare well Mohini / Farväl Mohini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TJp3raHf_yI/AAAAAAAAEwE/zKVQ5OHJsvk/s1600/fleur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519855880924823330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TJp3raHf_yI/AAAAAAAAEwE/zKVQ5OHJsvk/s400/fleur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English:&lt;/strong&gt; Today Prem's sister Mohini left this world. She was a very sweet and pious lady and now her soul has a bright journey to come. During Mohini's departure Prem was sitting by her bed and recited the names of Krishna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohini, if you see Krishna, leave a good word for us here. And thanks for all you have done for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolo Hari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Svenska:&lt;/strong&gt; Idag lämnade Prems syster Mohini denna värld. Hon var en väldigt ljuv och from dam och nu har hennes själ en ljus resa framför sig. Under Mohinis bortgång satt Prem vid hennes säng och reciterade Krishnas namn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohini, om du ser Krishna, lämna ett gott ord för oss. Och tack för allt du gjort för oss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolo Hari!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-1734276891058552223?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/1734276891058552223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=1734276891058552223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1734276891058552223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/1734276891058552223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/09/fare-well-mohini-farval-mohini.html' title='Fare well Mohini / Farväl Mohini'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUGpAkaIf5k/TJp3raHf_yI/AAAAAAAAEwE/zKVQ5OHJsvk/s72-c/fleur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-2370392275431251874</id><published>2010-09-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:44:48.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a part or be apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TJdaKDHV41I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xuR4afo3Ncg/s1600/Antya_2_5_KrishnaCowherdBoysEating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TJdaKDHV41I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xuR4afo3Ncg/s400/Antya_2_5_KrishnaCowherdBoysEating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518978997047124818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The indwelling supreme person invites you within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inner landscape is for all to explore. You are not off limits!&lt;br /&gt;He welcomes you to discover the wisdom you carry in your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just like poor beggars with an unknown fortune heritage, desperatly insisting that our wealth is in the external when it is actually in the internal. Such is the nature of the Tama (ignorance) force, under whose influence that which is good looks bad and that which is bad looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inner journey is not an astral projection, that leaves you in confusion. It is a journey in the steady boat of purifyed intellegence. That boat is leaving from the port of Sattva Guna (the mode of goodness) and its destination is firmly determined - home. We are going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The more we advance on our inner sojourn, the more we will benefit the outer world. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we share the earthly lanscape people tend to claim proprietorship of certain territories and exploit its resources for egotistic gain. Due to attachment to the external, the internal world becomes dark and inaccesable.&lt;br /&gt;The Gold miner hopes for that day he finds the glimmering vein in the mountain. Then he will feel completness and with his magical treasure he can fully enjoy the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share the internal landscape aswell and the gold we mine there is the friendly faith combined with eager surrender to the personified thruth. That inner gold, which we all carry inside, can buy you eternal blissful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The successful external goldminer brings good tidings to his family and friends no doubt, but we know that tidings come and go.&lt;br /&gt;The successful internal goldminer though, brings eternal everblooming auspiciousness to himself and everyone that crosses his path. Because the more inner gold he gives the more he gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guru and the Vedas is the indwelling Supreme Persons parental care for us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Veda and the words of Sri Guru mirrors that wisdom that is concealed in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;We are locked out in a dark logical world of matter but Sri Guru opens our inner eye and shows us the vedas like a map over the inner lanscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We need to do our part&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because we may stare at a map for lifetimes without actually traversing the land.&lt;br /&gt;We have been violently thorn apart from the divine will of the Supreme person by our envy towards Him. We do our part by throwing away that envy and invite good character by good association and in this way qualify to become a member in the family of the Supreme Person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invites us so intimatly in His famous song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bhagavad Gita 9.34&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engage your mind always in thinking of Me, become My devotee, offer obeisances to Me and worship Me. Being completely absorbed in Me, surely you will come to Me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a part we have to do our part. Such is the rule of love divine, free will. our part is to choose from the inner core of our heart that we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna wants you to be a part His family.&lt;br /&gt;Just as your body are born a member of your temporary family. You, the eternal soul, is by constitution a member of the eternal family of God and to awaken to that reality is the birth of the eternal soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-2370392275431251874?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/2370392275431251874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=2370392275431251874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2370392275431251874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/2370392275431251874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/09/indwelling-personifyed-truth-sri.html' title='Be a part or be apart'/><author><name>Brahma Theodoridis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08552166035567831909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FkGaGC6Z8I/TJdaKDHV41I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xuR4afo3Ncg/s72-c/Antya_2_5_KrishnaCowherdBoysEating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-7748205167164269902</id><published>2010-09-16T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:36:20.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you smearing on your body? / Vad smetar du in kroppen med?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="540"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfq000AF1i8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfq000AF1i8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="540"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-7748205167164269902?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/7748205167164269902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=7748205167164269902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7748205167164269902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/7748205167164269902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-are-you-smearing-on-your-body-vad.html' title='What are you smearing on your body? / Vad smetar du in kroppen med?'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-4419558437968669512</id><published>2010-09-13T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:26:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatbox &amp; Rap =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbDaBITUujU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbDaBITUujU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5303863117437753645-4419558437968669512?l=nimaihuset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/feeds/4419558437968669512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5303863117437753645&amp;postID=4419558437968669512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4419558437968669512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5303863117437753645/posts/default/4419558437968669512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimaihuset.blogspot.com/2010/09/beatbox-rap-d.html' title='Beatbox &amp; Rap =D'/><author><name>Shyamananda das</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656065820857524461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303863117437753645.post-8364387311312739958</id><published>2010-09-05T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T05:56:44.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krishnas födelsedag/birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO62XZ6hAI/AAAAAAAACsM/Y6XqfIVOPOk/s1600/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO62XZ6hAI/AAAAAAAACsM/Y6XqfIVOPOk/s400/DSC_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513455811990029314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here you see Sri Krishna and Srimati Radharani dancing in the kirtan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO625v6IgI/AAAAAAAACsU/QmI3RISEOSM/s1600/DSC_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO625v6IgI/AAAAAAAACsU/QmI3RISEOSM/s400/DSC_0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513455821209084418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ananda Premdasi enthusing everyone with her beautiful kirtans and bhajans. She also made all the guitarplayers envious when she played the sitar as if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.freewebs.com/beempty/P7240429.jpg"&gt;Goddess Saraswati &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;herself incarnated on the strings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5CDlZVmI/AAAAAAAACsE/ls5gbmC811A/s1600/DSC_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5CDlZVmI/AAAAAAAACsE/ls5gbmC811A/s400/DSC_0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453813804652130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sripad Bhakti Abhay Shridhar Maharaj spoke  about Lord Krishnas appearance and how he blesses his devotees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5AQn0jJI/AAAAAAAACrk/RiumwrQxZ38/s1600/DSC_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5AQn0jJI/AAAAAAAACrk/RiumwrQxZ38/s400/DSC_0140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453782944746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5A3Y94eI/AAAAAAAACrs/0Z5KlLZFAkE/s1600/DSC_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5A3Y94eI/AAAAAAAACrs/0Z5KlLZFAkE/s400/DSC_0150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453793351426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5BqtqfkI/AAAAAAAACr8/XNQrUBkigCk/s1600/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5BqtqfkI/AAAAAAAACr8/XNQrUBkigCk/s400/DSC_0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453807128444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5BYXvbbI/AAAAAAAACr0/cI34WBpxE_w/s1600/DSC_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO5BYXvbbI/AAAAAAAACr0/cI34WBpxE_w/s400/DSC_0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453802204655026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO63Xn2SlI/AAAAAAAACsk/chURTOlGgTU/s1600/DSC_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO63Xn2SlI/AAAAAAAACsk/chURTOlGgTU/s400/DSC_0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513455829228341842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the abhishek, where Makhan Chor (Krishna) is being bathed with yoghurt, mangopulp, milk, rosewater and honey. Its a great opportunity for everyone to participate in devotional  activities. Such activities purify our hearts and makes us soft. And makes us dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO63JqQdCI/AAAAAAAACsc/Gwdawd5f5G8/s1600/DSC_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO63JqQdCI/AAAAAAAACsc/Gwdawd5f5G8/s400/DSC_0219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513455825480348706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naturally the Krishna-monks, the Krishna-friends and the Hindus love to dance and sing to celebrate Lord Krishna. Krishna is there wherever his name is being chanted and everyone could perceive the sublime bliss that filled the room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO635gb4BI/AAAAAAAACss/EYehWxCXhOU/s1600/DSC_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO635gb4BI/AAAAAAAACss/EYehWxCXhOU/s400/DSC_0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513455838324056082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tulsi dd and Arci dd swaying along in the vibrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO8swiKvYI/AAAAAAAACs0/d2w3tNcRqms/s1600/DSC_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO8swiKvYI/AAAAAAAACs0/d2w3tNcRqms/s400/DSC_0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513457845960097154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The supreme Lord and his consort in the lap of Ananda infront of the altar. The beautiful altar was decorated by Maria and Tulasi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIPAKr58I6I/AAAAAAAACuU/Aic0M902XLM/s1600/IMG_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIPAKr58I6I/AAAAAAAACuU/Aic0M902XLM/s400/IMG_2972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513461658648585122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here Krishna is watching himself killing demons on film :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIY2PlfnLVI/AAAAAAAACuk/t4DYNxYGULU/s1600/janam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIY2PlfnLVI/AAAAAAAACuk/t4DYNxYGULU/s400/janam1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514154435152391506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And before the finale we were happy to have several sparks of consciousness perform a great fireshow for Krishnas and all the others present pleasure. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIY2QHGVhFI/AAAAAAAACus/dhE0CE2PVmU/s1600/janam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIY2QHGVhFI/AAAAAAAACus/dhE0CE2PVmU/s400/janam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514154444173182034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-t9KoYYI/AAAAAAAACt0/T6Ys1rCK7MI/s1600/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-t9KoYYI/AAAAAAAACt0/T6Ys1rCK7MI/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513460065554162050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIPAKGe_nQI/AAAAAAAACuM/ZL8mUYpxz_Y/s1600/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIPAKGe_nQI/AAAAAAAACuM/ZL8mUYpxz_Y/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513461648603454722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIPAJz7GW5I/AAAAAAAACuE/dbRD8eSfnnE/s1600/IMG_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIPAJz7GW5I/AAAAAAAACuE/dbRD8eSfnnE/s400/IMG_2948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513461643621063570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-uZu3wEI/AAAAAAAACt8/4xGyudekgjU/s1600/IMG_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-uZu3wEI/AAAAAAAACt8/4xGyudekgjU/s400/IMG_2946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513460073222357058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-tZSlrKI/AAAAAAAACts/6tOIH_hqyw8/s1600/IMG_2929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-tZSlrKI/AAAAAAAACts/6tOIH_hqyw8/s400/IMG_2929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513460055923862690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you want to contact them you can find them on this website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://eldsjal.org/"&gt;http://eldsjal.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-seig41I/AAAAAAAACtc/Xb8mUvGcPaQ/s1600/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-seig41I/AAAAAAAACtc/Xb8mUvGcPaQ/s400/IMG_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513460040152965970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here is the finale. For sure around 108 dishes, maybe more, maybe less. Maybe less is more honest, but anyhow it was ALOT. You could find there different kinds of sambar soup, pistage-berberis-rice, chutneys, hommous, beans with chilli, panirscramble in cremefraise, tomato raita, cucumber raita, different kinds of subjis, chickpea stew, gaurangapotato gratain (OMG), nectarindressing with avocado, deepfried panirballs with spices and hazelnuts etc etc etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-s4HBJZI/AAAAAAAACtk/M7JGbi9xlos/s1600/IMG_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO-s4HBJZI/AAAAAAAACtk/M7JGbi9xlos/s400/IMG_2910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513460047016961426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Among the sweets you could find cookies, lemonfromage, gajarhalva, candied ginger halva, cakes, raspberry cream, nut-fruit balls, sweetrice, laddus, simply wonderfuls etc etc etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO8uayopVI/AAAAAAAACtU/ogvamwmP1nE/s1600/DSC_0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO8uayopVI/AAAAAAAACtU/ogvamwmP1nE/s400/DSC_0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513457874483324242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honoring the Caranamrita, the bathing water that we bathed Lord Krishna with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO8uMl7sCI/AAAAAAAACtM/cIt6uEQ9nz0/s1600/DSC_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO8uMl7sCI/AAAAAAAACtM/cIt6uEQ9nz0/s400/DSC_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513457870671949858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prasadam, food offered to Krishna, makes you addicted and the addcition will stay with you for many lifetimes to come :) here you see bhakta Alex in bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3e17ul0WY/TIO8ttDsrLI/AAAAAAAACtE/2w6qO8WOKCI/s1600/DSC_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="curs
