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I’m praying to him to help me.

Compiled by: Mahavishnu Dasa

Jagadisa Dasa (Russia)

I was distributing books in a factory in a town in the CIS and had just signed up one hundred workers to each take a set of books (fifteen books per set). When I went to see the director for payment, he sent me to the chief accountant, but she refused to give me the money, saying she had nothing in the treasury.

 

A few days later was the anniversary of Srila Prabhupada’s passing, so we had a big festival at the temple. I thought that to really get the mercy of Srila Prabhupada I should go to the factory that day and see the chief accountant to get the payment so that the workers could get Srila Prabhupada‘s books. When I got to the factory, the chief accountant told me, “There’s no chance you will get the money today because it’s Friday. Come back on Monday.” But this was Srila Prabhupada’s Disappearance Day, and I really wanted to please him by getting these books out. So I sat down in the accountant’s office, pulled out a picture of Srila Prabhupada, placed it on the table, and began to pray intensely to him. After a while all attention turned to me. The chief accountant was quite concerned and asked me what was wrong.

 

“Today is the anniversary of my grandfather’s passing away,” I told her. “I’m praying to him to help me.” She left her office and came back with a paper in her hand - a release for the money. “You’ll get the money today,” she said, “I promise.”

 

By now it was late in the afternoon, and the bank was going to close in twenty minutes. We ran to her car and sped off to the bank. When we returned to the factory, she was concerned that the workers hadn’t gotten their books. It was already too late for me to pick up the books from the temple and make it back before the workers went home. So she made an announcement over the intercom: “All workers who were to receive books must go to the Hare Krishna temple tonight and collect them.”

 

When I returned to the temple later, I was amazed to see a long line of people entering and walking out with boxes of books. The temple was full of workers from the factory. They all received the mercy of Srila Prabhupada.

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