— Dainik Nadiyā Prakāsha
People fear spreading or preaching The Absolute Śuddha Harikathā
Those who fear the dissemination of Śuddha-Harikathā, those who tremble at the thought of the Absolute being spoken as it is—without dilution, without compromise, such people are not the friends of the jīvas. They are, unknowingly, their betrayers.
To conceal the truth for the sake of social harmony or prestige (loka pratistha), for the preservation of followers, for the expansion of empty institutions (pratiṣthāna vistāra)—is not real compassion. It is cowardice guised as courtesy. It is ego garbed in humility.
He who fears that the pure siddhānta-tattva, the unalloyed path of śuddha-bhakti, will repel the masses, does not know the power of Kṛṣṇa’s name, they have no faith in the Potency of Kṛṣṇa nāma. If the soul is truly ready to hear, even one syllable of the pure Name will pierce through eons of Kṛṣṇa vismriti (forgetfulness of Kṛṣṇa). But what if they are not ready? Then what are you protecting? Their delusion or increasing their delusion?
Know this: Pure Harikathā never drives away the soul—it only drives away illusion. And if your so called followers (anuyāyi) dissolves when you speak the truth, then let it dissolve. Let the sandcastle built of sentimentalism and half-truths be washed away by the Ganges of unadulterated tattva.
Did Śrīla Gaurakiśora babaji feared resistance when he walked barefoot through the storm of hypocrisy around him ? Did Śrīla Bhaktivinoda Thakur calculate followers when he exposed the hypocrisy of pāṣaṇḍīs and apasampradayas? Did our Śrīla Prabhupāda measure numbers when he raised the standard of śuddha-bhakti to the sky like a lightning-banner of pure Siddhanta (Siddhanta vajra dhvaja)? No! They chose absolute truth over worldly flow of thought (jagatika chinta srota).
And you, O timid preacher! O secret keeper of nectar! You were not given the gift of śravaṇa merely to nod politely in assemblies of compromise. You were not given dīkṣā in divya gyāna so that you may remain neutral in the war against māyā.
O fool, do you think truth was ever meant to be popular? Did Nityānanda Prabhu went to Jagai and Madahi to protect his head , when He bore the skull-bowl of rejection? Did Śrī Rūpa and Śrī Jīva Goswāmi compare numbers when they declared “anyābhilāṣitā-śūnyam” —devotion must be utterly pure, bereft of even a speck of mundane desire?
If Śuddha Bhakti frightens your audience, let them flee! Let the wheat be winnowed from the chaff, let false flowers fall from the vine —the pure creeper of bhakti does not bloom for crowds and cowards ( kṛpaṇa)It grows for Kṛṣṇa, and Kṛṣṇa alone.
You were not sent to gather sheep, but to deliver the souls to the lotus feet of Śrī Guru and Gaurāṅga. The tongue given to you by paramparā is not for flattering the ego of the fallen, but for igniting divine revolution (viplava) in the inner hearts of those sincere.
Speak the truth even if it burns. Speak the truth even if followers diminish, for the only thing that grows by watering lies is the vine of hypocrisy ( kapata uplatā)—not bhakti.
O preacher ! Fear not the departure of people —fear rather the departure of Rasa from your own heart for inviting apasiddhant against the rasa. Fear the day your silence becomes the tombstone over your surrendered life. Fear the night when your compromise becomes your worshipable deity (iṣta). Fear the absence of Kṛṣṇa and Guru, not the absence of crowds!
Did Śrīman Mahāprabhu not declare: “yāre dekha tāre kaha ‘kṛṣṇa’-upadeśa” —“To whomever you meet, speak the instruction of Kṛṣṇa”? Did He caution His followers to filter or dilute this truth based on the moods of society? Never.
You fear they will leave you? Then know: they were never yours to begin with. Those who are attuned to Kṛṣṇa will be drawn by Kṛṣṇa’s kathā. Let them hear and be purified. Let the dishonest recoil. Let the sincere come.
The mercy of Gaurāṅga Mahāprabhu is not for those who want to remain socially correct in the eyes of conditioned souls. It is for those who want to be slain —ready to be sacrificed under the sacrificial sword of plain absolute truth, it’s only for those who are ready to plough their field of heart through Shuddh Harikatha, where alone the seed of real bhakti may be sown.
Preach Śuddha Harikathā. Preach it like fire. Preach it like rain in a parched world. Speak!—even if your voice shakes. Proclaim!—even if none remain to applaud. Roar!—even if you are left roaring alone in the stranded in this burning material world.
Those who are truly hungry will come, not to you, but to the Words of Kṛṣṇa you serve. Those who fear losing the masses are already lost themselves. Those who seek only to please, forget the One whose pleasure alone makes life worth living.
To inflict pain to a soul is sin, but to keep it away from the Absolute Truth is the violence towards jivā (Jiva himsa). The Guru is not a flatterer. The Guru is a thundercloud. His silence is more terrible than his voice. So rise, O preacher of the Eternal Realm. Take up the conch of Śabda Brahma. Let its resonance awaken those asleep in the graveyards of diluted kathā not related to Kṛṣṇa. Let it burn the veil of saṁsāra and summon back the soul to Vraja.
This is our duty. This is our vow. This is our nishtha.