is this a good blessing? - father recieved blessings while in india duing wwII

my father was in india during wwII with the 7th bomber group where they did such things as fly over the hump (the himalayan mountains) to delivers supplies or bomb japanese positions in china, bomb japanese positions mainly in rangoon as part of the effort to reopen the burma trail and oust the japanese from se asia and in my father's personal servise, being a member of the flight crew for admiral louis montbatten and the american generals

i asked him if he ever got a blessing from a holy man with him having me as his son being that i was certainly not of this hemisphere as i had an innate interest of things yogic and indian and an early taking to vegetarian diet...he said the only blessings he got were from the prostitutes

so i am the blessings of the prostitutes of india and i don't quite know what to make of it...good or bad?... can anyone give me a hand with this?

Ask your father if he was thinking of a certain pious prostitute when he was having sex with your real mother and if he thought of the benediction she blessed him with during the act.
Maybe Krishna just had to put you somewhere in the West with some sort of parents. Why were most of the devotees in here born white? Why am I answering this question or even trying?

Yes, I am certain it was a very good blessing. All that is in India is holy, not?

I can see now why you didn't put my topic next to this one. Thank you for your kindness.

thank you everyone for your kind replies... yes, gopidust, i do agree that perhaps my father met some great devotee engaged in the prostitution dharma and somehow gained her favor and her blessings... the funny thing about it is my dad was the son of a preacher (small church in the appalachian blue ridge mountains) and yet he recieves these great blessings doing some very unpreacher-like things... must of been one of those "the only one who could ever please me, was the son of a preacher man"

here is a poem i penned about my Grandfather...

"I grew up in a small town along the Appalachian Blue Ridge Mountains
my Grandfather was a minister in one of the town’s churches

I grew up with the impression in the innocence of my childhood
that because he was minister in the church, somehow he was able to talk to God

I smile upon remembering times had as a young boy which seemed to be not so much about his ability to talk to God but his ability to talk to me

and to the day he died when I was thirteen, he only ever talked to me
and somehow God was never a part of the picture

through many years to this day I have met complete strangers who have told me stories of how my Grandfather visited them or someone they knew in the hospital

and sat and talked with them
as it seemed it was my Grandfather’s favorite thing to do

to walk hospital halls and visit the sick and the hospitalized
and whether he knew them or not, just simply talk and chat

and told of how this brought them comfort and dissolved the pain
and even doing this long into retirement

later on I learned the truth as an adult that one can merely declare oneself a minister of God and it does not necessarily mean you can talk to God

but now, with each person I meet to this day who tells me
of how my grandfather brought comfort in his visits

and how he was a wonderful and loving and kind person,
I know my Grandfather was talking to God"



i recently saw Krishnendu das Baul (aka Babukishan...son of Guru Shri Nabani das Baul who often collaborated with Rabindranath Tagore) in concert as he was making a n.a. tour and told him about my father's service in india and how he was part of Viceroy Lord Louis Montbatten's flight crew and he said "oh, your father, he's a very important person" but before you all get thinking that my dad was some big ksatriya war hero in daring exploits over the hump where sometimes in bad weather, many planes were lost...so much so that the bombers would rather go up against enemy flack in missions on the burma trail than make that trip over the hump, the service he liked the most was when his plane was assigned to the Generals and Admiral Montbatten which besides flying them to different locations, their primary job (according to my dad) was making booz runs to pick up fresh shipments of scotch and gin

to see an incredible painting of B-24 Bombers going over the hump or to read about the exploits of the U. S. 10th in India during WWII, go to http://www.geocities.com/Pentagon/Quarters/4807/

There's a friend of ours, a Swami who's dad was also in the U.S. Army and would travel all around the world. I'm sure he'd be happy to address these issues and publish the answers in his blog. You can find his website at http://www.in2-mec.com/ (pronounced: "In To Me See").