I’ll speak something on Radhanath Swami’s ‘service consciousness’—that’s striking and charming.
In 1994, when I started to lean towards spirituality, coincidentally Radhanath Swami started to frequent London. I remember. During this visit, someone had put up a notice at the Soho Street Temple asking for a volunteer to drive Radhanath Swami to different places.
Three weeks after I had joined the monastery in Mumbai, our group leader arranged a meeting of the newly joined monks with Radhanath Swami. We were over a dozen new members and were enthusiastic to serve. We had often heard Radhanath Swami emphasize that humility is most pleasing to God, and we should always render humble menial service. As the meeting progressed, Radhanath Swami enquired from us the nature of our services
Radhanath Swami lay on the hospital bed before me, semiconscious. His body burnt at 104 degree Fahrenheit and writhed in discomfort. He mumbled something to the backdrop of silence. What was he saying? I crept closer till I could hear him distinctly. “Vrishabhanu Nandini. Vrishabhanu Nandini….” In deep love he called the names of the divine mother Radharani, the feminine counterpart of Lord Krishna.
