Blog Entry 25 * 5-25-22
During this part of my trip, I stopped for a night in Las Vegas on my way to Zion National Park and Bryce National Park. Spiritually, I continued to feel a steady connection with Krishna—a soft, constant presence. Even if I became distracted, the feeling would return quickly as soon as I refocused on Him. It was an amazing, gentle closeness, a reassuring sense of Krishna’s presence with me.
Passing through Las Vegas this time felt different. Previously, the energy of the city had been overwhelming and irritating to my own, but this time, it didn’t affect me as much. Krishna had helped steady me, insulating me from the heavier material energy of Vegas as I passed through. It was as if a subtle shield of grace surrounded me, keeping my consciousness anchored in devotion while the world around me buzzed with distraction.
Zion National Park was my first stop as I headed north toward Utah. It is a place of stunning natural beauty—truly breathtaking. The towering red cliffs and the quiet majesty of the canyons felt alive with a spiritual vibration, as if the land itself was whispering ancient prayers. Walking through the park, I felt a renewed awe for Krishna’s artistry in nature—every rock, tree, and stream expressing His divine creativity.
Bryce National Park was just as breathtaking as Zion, yet unique in its own way. The hoodoos—those intricate formations carved by time—seemed almost otherworldly, like temples sculpted by the hand of God. Both are absolutely worth visiting if you ever have the opportunity to explore these stunning landscapes.
Another thought to add here is that I had taken a break from doing japa for a few days and started noticing my energy becoming a bit murky. It wasn’t anything dramatic—just a subtle dulling of clarity and lightness. The next day, I resumed my japa practice to restore my integration to the level I wanted. Almost immediately, I could feel the shift. The sacred repetition of Krishna’s name began clearing away the fog, bringing back that sense of inner harmony and brightness.
It reminded me how easily the heart can drift and how lovingly Krishna draws us back with something as simple and powerful as chanting. Just a few moments of sincere japa reconnects me to that gentle inner current—the quiet assurance that I am never alone, that He is always walking with me, even through the deserts and neon lights.