Krishna is arranging everything to help us come home. Though it might be bitter like a neem leaf, it is nonetheless medicinal, beneficial and helps to cure the disease. The prayer of our heart becomes: ‘Thank you Krishna for whatever you send to me, for you are my kind, loving father, Who sometimes gives rewards and other times punishment. Only You know what is good for me, surely I do not and you try to help me as I turn to you”.
When the enemy fires cannonballs or incites mad elephants to attack, what softens their assault even more effectively than the barriers we have erected to protect our hearts? Bales of cotton stop cannonballs, which would smash through stonewall and little lambs pacify a maddened elephant who would crush armored defenses. The lamb symbolizes our relationship to God, the cotton ball, our dealings with men. The imagery conveys and cultivates an attitude, which is humble and meek and thus able to withstand and deflate the blunt assaults of the devil.
Everyone yearns for a community where loving relationships flourish, for such is our other home. And yet today we witness an epidemic in which the death of love testifies to the abortion of culture as a consequence of desecration our Mother Earth.
The mind is supposed to be under the guidance of intelligence, which is supposed to adhere to the dictates of the soul, the servant of the Supersoul. However, in the material world everything is backwards and upside down. Thus the conditioned soul follows the orders of the senses, which dictate to the mind, which dictate to the intelligence, which dictates to the soul, who dictates to the Supersoul.