William F. Buckley has done much to stimulate and inspire reasoned political discourse largely intended to awaken men to the notion that they are to be held responsible for their own actions and behaviors. I favor this idea as it conforms to my own conception of God’s gift to the jiva souls, namely, maximum freedom coupled with maximum responsibility.
Aside from his astonishing intellect and remarkable humor, Mr. Buckley was also known to maintain deeply held religious convictions and conduct himself at almost all times in a manner befitting a gentleman. While it is easy to appreciate such attributes, it is easier still to overlook the fact that they will likely inhibit rather than accelerate his spiritual progress. Spiritual progress proceeds most readily in those who are intensely eager for it. Not those content with their religious and intellectual pursuits.
Mr. Buckley will long be known as a great thinker who inspired a revolution of counter-culture and counter-political activists intent on reversing the direction of societal change produced by decades of inbreeding among socialist, Marxist and communist sycophants.
Unfortunately, with his gaze focused on the political landscape, Mr. Buckley was blind to the real revolution that began in the backyard of his Manhattan home. A revolution of consciousness conceived by Srila Bhakti Vinoda Thakur and enacted by Srila Bhakti Siddhanta Saraswati Thakur was landed on the island of Manhattan by Srila Bhakti Vedanta Swami Maharaja, where he established his headquarters for the insurgency which would come to be known as the “Krishna Consciousness Movement”.
This movement would supersede and transcend even the most optimistic hopes of Mr. Buckley and his friends, for it offered the only divergence from the ills which befall all mundane attempts at reform and relief.
While he will be missed, I do not mourn the passing of Mr. Buckley, knowing well he lives eternally, as do all jivas. Put simply, “Rumors of his death are premature.”
If I could offer a prayer for Mr. Buckley it would be this, that he may get the chance to return to his Manhattan home, not to engage in political discourse, but to join the revolution of consciousness wrought through the spiritual discourse of Krishna’s divine pastimes conducted under the guidance of the Lord’s pure devotees.
Mr. Buckley is survived by his decaying body, his family, his friends and his followers who will likely meet the same fate.
“See you at the revolution.”