My Life Belongs To Me, My Love

It Was Daylight And I Drove Everyone Home - I Was Driving A Mini With John And Cynthia And Pattie In It. I Seem To Remember We Were Doing Eighteen Miles An Hour And I Was Really Concentrating - Because Some Of The Time I Just Felt Normal And Then, Before I Knew Where I Was, It Was All Crazy Again. Anyway, We Got Home Safe And Sound, And Somewhere Down The Line John And Cynthia Got Home. I Went To Bed And Lay There For, Like, Three Years.

I Was Naive And Thought We Could Express Our Feelings To Each Other- Not Suppress Them And Keep Holding Them Back. Well, It Was What I Felt, And Why Should I Be Untrue To Myself? I Came To Believe The Importance That If You Feel Something Strong Enough Then You Should Say It.

Stop Thinking That If Britain Or America Or Russia Or The West Or Whatever Becomes Superior, Then We'll Beat Them, And Then We'll All Have A Rest And Live Happily Ever After. That Doesn't Work.

The Media Is To Blame For Everything, For All The Misconceptions About The Movement, But In A Sense It Didn't Really Matter If They Said Something Good Or Bad, Because Krishna Consciousness Always Seemed To Transcend That Barrier Anyway. The Fact That The Media Was Letting People Know About Krishna Was Good In Itself.

I Think The Main Thing That We Have To Do Is Try And Train Ourselves To Remember From Moment To Moment That God Is Living Within Us And Within Everybody Else, And Just Trying To Remember To See That.