i couldn't have said it better myself



... quite often, my daily reading of the Srimad
Bhagavatam, acts like the I-Ching, in the way
it describes the present moment

... today, my reading was this:

He gives heart and senses to a woman who falsely
charms him with maya. He enjoys solitary embraces and
talking with her, and he is enchanted by the sweet
words of the small children.


... and Prabupada goes on to further explain:


Family life within the kingdom of illusory energy,
maya, is just like a prison for the eternal living
entity. In prison a prisoner is shackled by iron chains
and iron bars. Similarly, a conditioned soul is shackled
by the charming beauty of a woman, by her solitary
embraces and talks of so called love, and by the
sweet words of his small children. Thus he forgets
his real identity.

In this verse the words strirtam asatTnam indicate
that womanly love is just to agitate the mind of man.
Actually, in the material world there is no love.
Both the woman and the man are interested in their
sense gratification. For sense gratification a woman
creates an illusory love, and the man becomes enchanted
by such false love and forgets his real duty. When
there are children as the result of such a combination,
the next attraction is to the sweet words of the children.
The love of the woman at home and the talk of the children
make one a secure prisoner, and thus he cannot
leave his home. Such a person is termed, in Vedic
language, a grhamedhi, which means one whose
center of attraction is home. Grhastha refers
to one who lives with family, wife and children
but whose real purpose of living is to develop
Krishna consciousness.

One is therefore advised to be come a grhastha and not a
grhamedhi. The grhastha's concern is to get out of the
family life created by illusion and enter into real family
life with Krishna, whereas the grhamedhi's business
is to repeatedly chain himself to so-called family life,
in one life after another, and perpetually
remain in the darkness of maya.


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