I can’t sing. It’s not that I can’t sing well… I truly suck.
We’re talking mirrors cracking and babies screaming in terror.
Plus, until rather recently, I thought that all devotional practices just weren’t my path. So I had no reason or desire to sit down for a sing-along.
Then my psychedelic-assisted mini-awakening occurred in Boulder.
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All of a sudden, my heart was filled with gratitude and I consciously sought out ways to show my devotion to God. That’s when I “found” Krishna Das.