The Hari Krishnas were an integral part of the alternative lifestyle in the early 70s in Atlanta. They had banquet tables of free vegetarian food in the park during concerts and gave away incense. Few locals went Krishna even though their rhythm section with drums and jingle bells couldn’t be beat (ow!). One came away from a theological discussion with Krishnas with a vague impression that a big blue
god named Krishna danced his way through life to please a great big god named Vishnu, who was always asleep, and whose dreams created the reality of everything that is.
When one was zippy, all this made perfect sense.