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My name is Rukhswani. I was born in India, in the state of Gujarat, in a small village called Vaswari. I came to New Zealand in 1948 with my husband. I was eighteen years old at the time, and I have now been living in New Zealand for sixty-two years. In 1992, on the 11th of March, I received a lesson from Swāmī Śrī Māheśvarañjī. Swāmījī had arrived here on the 8th or 9th—I am not quite sure—and for two days, he saw that no one was coming for satsaṅg. So, he told a gentleman named John to look for an Indian home where they could hold a satsaṅg. John only knew a lady named Pratima, who had a petrol station in Nekriburni. He asked her if a saint from India could have a satsaṅg at an Indian house. She immediately said, "Oh, at my house." Since Swāmījī was coming around half past seven with ten other disciples, and Pratima had to work at the petrol station until six o’clock, she agreed. She rang me at about two o’clock in the afternoon. At that time, I used to spend six or seven months of the year in New Zealand. I had a very bad flu, as I always have a lung problem. She called and said, "Oh, one of the saints is coming from India. Can you make a kheer?"—which is a milk pudding, as we say in Hindi. I said, "No, no, I am very sick. If I want to come to the satsaṅg, I cannot make a kheer; otherwise, I cannot come." I suggested, "Open a tin of mangoes instead of making kheer, and give them that." She replied, "No, no, for a saint you cannot give mangoes." I said, "Have the week here," and we put the phone down. If you have never had such an experience in your life, you would never believe what happened next. I was still lying in bed. I turned to my right side, and I could see Śrī Kṛṣṇa in my heart, holding a small bowl, a katorī, and asking for kheer. That is the word—kheer, meaning milk pudding for me. I had never had any experience like that before, so I did not even realize that my God wanted me to give Him kheer. A second time, He gave me the same darśan, the same pose, but the word "kheer" was a bit louder. Still, I did not realize that I must make kheer for my God. The third time, He gave me darśan with the same pose, with a katorī in His hand, and asked for kheer, with the word even louder. Then, the fourth time, He asked with the same pose, same katorī, everything, but the word was much louder. Finally, I realized my God was asking me for kheer, so I must make the milk pudding. I got up and told my son, "Go and get milk. Swāmījī is coming with ten people to Fāṭima’s house, and four of us from my house will be there, so that is twenty people. Get eight litres of milk." My son got the milk, and I started boiling it on three stoves so it would cook quickly. Then I made the kheer. While making it, I rang Pratima. I said, "I have to send the stove with the kheer on it so I can cook some vegetables. I cannot make anything else because I am too sick." She said, "No, no… My mother-in-law is coming. You only make the kheer." So I made the kheer and went to the satsaṅg with Swāmījī at Pratima’s house at half past seven, along with a few other ladies. Swāmījī was not there exactly at half past seven, so we were all sitting and singing a bhajan. You would not believe it—there were forty ladies and one man. Then Swāmījī arrived. We stopped singing the bhajan and, as is customary, we all stood up and bowed. He sat down. We had not prepared anything for him, but he came and sat exactly in front of me. I was sitting on the floor a few feet away, and he sat on the sofa. He said, "Hello, Rambai." We were all shocked. How did Swāmījī know that person’s name? We all sang "Phulipadan," and Swāmījī gave us a satsaṅg. I then told Swāmījī, "I have to take these ladies back home. Will you be here?" He said, "Yes, I will be here. You come back." I went and returned, and we had lots of satsaṅg and talks. I told Swāmījī that I was coming to India later that same year, in September. He began giving me all the addresses of the āśrams—the Jaipur āśram, the holy Bālakṛṣṇa āśram, and others. We finished that day at midnight; we were really enjoying it with this holy Swāmījī. A lady who was hosting lunch for Swāmījī the next day was also at the satsaṅg at Pratima’s. She said, "Whoever wants to come to meet Swāmījī tomorrow can come after one o’clock, as Swāmījī will be having lunch at my house." So, Pratima Ben’s mother-in-law (Niwari Ben), another lady named Vijaya Ben, and I—three of us—went to see Swāmījī at Lalita Ben’s house (Lalita Ben and Ramu Ben). Vijaya Ben asked a question about the basil plant, as in India, basil (tulasī) is always revered. A gentleman in the house, Lalita Ben’s husband, had written the Gujarātī Gītā. Swāmījī started reading from the Gujarātī Gītā. I was so happy and started thinking that all the saints whose darśan and satsaṅg I had attended spoke either Hindi or English, but this saint could speak and read Gujarati. Swāmījī must be aware of my thoughts. He asked me, "Have you got a guru?" I said, "I have not got a guru, but I am looking for a true guru." It just came out; I did not even know Swāmījī was going to ask me. It came straight from my heart. After that, I realized that Swāmījī gives mantra-dīkṣā to the disciples. I asked Swāmījī, "Please give me the mantra-dīkṣā." He said, "No, you are looking for it." He did not exactly say no, but he looked into my eyes and said, "You are looking for a true guru, haven’t you?" So, he did not give me the mantra-dīkṣā. However, because he gave me the old address of the āśram, when we went to India, we traveled there. We went to New Delhi with my brother. We visited Badrināth, Haridvār, Ṛṣikeś, and all those places. We returned to Delhi and then traveled again to Vṛndāvan, Mathurā, Gokul, and Āgra. Finally, we went to Jaipur. When we went to the āśram, it is hard to believe, but the āśram was outside Jaipur city. My brother asked many rickshaw drivers, but nobody wanted to take us. Just one person, who had not had any customers, said, "Oh, I will take you there." By the time we reached the āśram, it was about seven o’clock in the evening. You would not believe it—when Swāmījī was here in 1992, one of the ladies, Mīrābāī from Australia, was there enjoying with us. I hugged her so tightly! I was so happy to see her. We were talking, and after freshening up, a person came from the temple and said, "We are going to have an āratī." We were very lucky to have arrived just before the āratī time. We joined the āratī and were asked if we wanted a meal. I said, "No, we do not want any meal, as we had something to eat on the way." So, we went to bed. Before sleeping, we all talked about Holy Gurujī. Swāmījī was not there, and Holy Gurujī was not there either. We discussed where Holy Gurujī was and decided that since neither was at the āśram, we would go to the city, travel around, and then return to Gujarat. That was my second profound experience. While I was sleeping, I heard one phrase in my own language: "Jai Phur Mah Kain Na Thi, Nipur Jai." This means, "There is nothing in the jīva (the individual soul), but go to the nitya (the eternal)." I kept hearing this same phrase many times. The next morning, we went for āratī and satsaṅg again. My brother was still not up. When he awoke, I told him I wanted to go to the temple where Śrī Madhavānandajī was. My brother agreed, as we had traveled to Jaipur before. My friend Diwal, who had never traveled to Jaipur city or looked around, said, "Whenever you go, I go." The next day, we went to catch a bus to Pathapasai, but in India, the bus was full. It was standing there and would not take us. We had to wait for the next bus at ten o’clock. That bus took us to a city called Pālī. We passed by the site where Swāmījī’s āśram, Jalan Ashram, was being built. When we reached our destination, my brother went to find a jeep, as the Manipal Ashram was far away and the countryside roads were not very good. People with cars did not want to travel such a long distance. While my brother was looking for a jeep, a fruit vendor with a small cart was nearby. He only had bananas, mandarins (or oranges), and apples—just three types of fruit. We did not like the other fruit, so we bought bananas and apples. My brother returned. When you go to see the guru, you never go empty-handed; you always take something as prasāda to offer. That is why we bought the fruit. On the way, we had another meal, as we had not eaten in the morning—we just had a cup of tea so as not to miss the bus. We did not reach the Nepal ashram until about half past eight. It was winter in India; November is a winter month, and the date was November 11, 1992. As soon as we arrived, we called out. There was only one light. I thought that Holy Gurujī’s āśram would be like Swāmījī’s, with people around and lights, but it was completely dark except for that one light. I called out repeatedly, but nobody could hear because it was cold and everyone was inside. My brother became a bit angry and said, "You brought me here. You have to get them to open the gate; otherwise, what are we going to do?" There was nothing outside. I told the taxi driver to wait and that if the gate did not open, he should take us back to the city. Then, there must have been a divine intervention, as a person came and asked who we were. I said, "I come from New Zealand." He came and opened the gate. We entered, and he said, "Go into the temple. Holy Gurujī is coming." Another person came along. I was about to bow to him, but he said, "No, Gurujī is coming." Then Holy Gurujī arrived. You would not believe it—even today, my heart is so filled with love. I bowed to him, and he gave me so much energy that my little body could hardly contain it. It was the greatest experience. We went into the temple, and he said, "Sing a bhajan." My brother never sang, but I said, "Well, I can sing a bhajan." I had never learned to sing properly, but he said, "It does not matter; a bhajan has to come from the heart, not from the tongue." So I sang one bhajan. The first line was, "O my Lord, you tell me what I should do in your Śiva. What should I do except for your shelter, Lord? What should I do except for the shelter of the world?" The meaning of the bhajan was, "Oh my God, what can I do without you? I do not want this māyā; I want to be with you." I did not prepare anything, but I knew that was what the bhajan expressed. We stayed there for two days. Since we arrived quite late, we went to bed. The next morning, we got up, and a person was cleaning the ground of leaves. We started helping to sweep the ground. Then Holy Gurujī came out. We talked, and since we had belongings in the room, we brought everything out, cleaned the room, and made it tidy. We had lunch and a little rest in the afternoon, as is customary. Around two o’clock, we got up. By that time, Holy Gurujī was sitting outside near the Mandir temple with some books. We sat near him. He held out a book to me. Since the text was in Hindi, I said, "I will never learn Hindi, so I do not know how to read or write Hindi." He did not say a word; he just held the book. While he was holding it, I thought I should take it. I took the book and opened it. As soon as I opened it, there was a paragraph of about five to six lines. It was all about the bagulā (a heron or seagull) and the haṃsa (swan). I smiled because I did not know—even today I do not know what the story was about—but there must have been something that made me smile. I know the difference between the bagulā and the haṃsa: the seagull always looks like it is meditating but is actually looking for a fish, while the swan is pure. He asked, "Why are you smiling?" I said, "Because of this little story about the swan and the seagull." He said, "You know Hindi? You can read." Ever since that moment, I started reading Hindi. I realized the Guru can give you the greatest gift. I had asked him in the morning if he was going to give us mantra-dīkṣā, and he had not replied. In the evening, after the āratī and satsaṅg, I asked about the mantra-dīkṣā again. I said, "Is mantra-dīkṣā only given in the morning? Are you going to give us mantra-dīkṣā?" He was quiet for a few minutes, in deep thought. Then he asked me, "What is the day today?" I said, "Today is a Thursday, and in India it is Guruvāra, a special day for the Guru." He said, "I will give you the mantra-dīkṣā now. Bring the three fruits." We had bought fruit from Pālī, but after having the darśan of Holy Gurujī, I had not felt like giving it to him. I had given it to the person who does the cooking, but we had kept three apples. I do not know why it was meant to be. When he said to bring the three fruits—for the three of us: my brother, Diwal, and myself—we had the three apples, one each. We brought them, and Holy Gurujī gave us mantra-dīkṣā. He said, "Eat the fruit whole. Do not cut it. You just have to eat it. Then bring some dakṣiṇā, whatever you wish to give, as I have given you mantra-dīkṣā, so you should give me dakṣiṇā." We went to the room, ate the apples, and then gave him the dakṣiṇā we had brought with us. He was very happy. We were with Holy Gurujī for two days. This all happened very quickly. We went there on a Wednesday and received the mantra-dīkṣā on Thursday night. My brother said, "We will go home on Saturday." Holy Gurujī said, "Do not go on a Saturday. If you come to the Nepal Ashram, never come back if you leave on a Saturday, so go on Sunday." But my brother said, "No, no, I have so much farm work to do. We have to go early." So he insisted on Saturday. Holy Gurujī said, "Then go on Friday." We left the āśram on Friday after lunch. You would not believe it—we had to go to the station called Rani to catch a train back to Gujarat. The train was standing at the station and was about to depart. My brother said, "Quickly, quickly, get on the train with the luggage, and I will bring the tickets." He brought the tickets, but the train went the wrong way. Instead of going towards Gujarat, it went in the opposite direction. He asked someone on the train, "Where is this train going?" They said it was going the opposite way. We had to go up to a station where another train was standing and wait there until about two o’clock in the morning. We did not get home until nearly Sunday. When we got home, Holy Gurujī had said, "Let me know." When I rang him, he said, "Well, I know that is why you did not get home any earlier." Because my brother wanted to leave early, we faced that delay. On the Guru’s side, Guru Vākya (the Guru’s word) is of great importance. Part 2: A Devotee’s Journey: Tears, Grace, and Service That is how I arrived in Gujarat. When I returned to my village and began my prayers, I simply could not stop crying. I could not stop. Even during Diwali, with the customary gestures of affection—a hand rubbed on my back and so on—the tears would not cease. I could not sing the Vajra, I could not perform the Āratī, I could not recite my mantra. I then came to New Zealand in March 1993. When I arrived home, it grew even worse. I could not even go outside to hang the washing. As soon as I looked at the sky, I would start crying. One desire was always in my heart: to go to India and live in an āśram. I always had that feeling. And whenever I felt it, I would start crying there. So I wrote to the holy Gurujī. After I had returned home, he had told me to write him a letter to ensure a safe arrival and such, so I wrote. He always replied straight away. Whenever he asked, I would correspond. I have quite a few letters; I still have one. I asked him about my constant feeling, this wish to come and live in an āśram. He replied so beautifully. He said, "For a daughter to come to the father’s house, you don’t even have to get any permission. You can come whenever you want to come." As soon as I received that letter, I cried again out of sheer joy. Even my own father would not have said something so lovingly. I went and booked a ticket. I went back to Vālanā, and with my brother, I went for Darśan around the 8th or 9th of September, just before the holy Gurujī’s birthday. How long was it since your first trip? Did you go to India a second time the next year? Within six months, I was in India. I came home in March, and in September I went back. A couple of days before the holy Buddha’s 70th birthday, after his birthday Satsaṅg and all the big celebrations, so many people were in the āśram on his birthday, from morning to night. It is the greatest organization. Whoever wishes to celebrate his birthday and offer a meal to everybody comes the day before. They arrive in the afternoon; everyone has a cup of tea, and then night falls. The person who has volunteered to organize all the meals serves dinner. They bring their own workers and everything—their own utensils. You don’t have to use anything. The next day is holy Gurujī’s birthday. They make breakfast, and then whoever comes in India starts arriving for darśan from six or seven in the morning. Some stay, some serve, have darśan, and then go. But nobody leaves without food; everyone receives something. At night, there is Satsaṅg the whole night. It is so great. The next day, after breakfast, everyone starts going home. My brother and I had gone to the āśram in 1993. My brother went back to the village in Gujarat, and I stayed. By the afternoon, all the devotees had left. Gurujī called me and asked, "Now you’re in the āśram, what are you going to do?" I said, "I will do everything, whatever you tell me to do." He then told me to translate the Līlāmṛta from Hindi to Gujarati. That is Mahāprabhujī’s Līlāmṛta. What is the Līlāmṛta called in English? And he gave you the gift of being able to translate Hindi? I translated it from Hindi to Gujarati. I had never even learned one word of Hindi. The original Hindi Līlāmṛta was smaller; he had added quite a few things here and there, wherever he wished. So holy Gurujī gave me that gift of being able to translate from Hindi. Later, my brother and I decided we could print books. I stayed there for nearly seven to eight weeks. It was the greatest time of my life. Every day I had to start around nine. If I was five minutes late, he would just come. As soon as it was nine o'clock, he was always there. He had made a space for me in one spot near the temple, never changing it. He would always come at the same time. If I was there, he would say, "Oh, sister’s office is open earlier today." If I was not there, he would say, "Oh, sister’s office is not open today yet." He was that particular about time. We worked from 9 until holy Gurujī had lunch, and then I had mine. Holy Gurujī gave me this in 1993. I used to cover myself during meditation, especially in the very cold winter months. It was truly an ocean of joy; he used to express so much love. I came back to Gujarat and then to New Zealand again in February 1994. He then suggested another translation, as there were two books from holy Gurujī in Hindi. He said, "Translate this Ānandamotī from Hindi to Gujarati." That is why I went back in 1994, again on exactly the same date as holy Gurujī’s birthday, the 11th of September, at the Jhāriya Āśram in the Swāmījī Āśram, because at that time holy Gurujī was there. I stayed for nearly three months in the Jhāriya Āśram. That was the greatest joy, and that is where I did this translation. I did it in memory of my parents, my mother-in-law, and my father-in-law, and I printed that book myself, paying all the expenses. After '92, the first time I met Swāmījī in Jālināśram, each time he came I was always in India. He said, "All the sannyāsīs are still here." I replied, "Yes, Gurujī hasn’t told me to go. I keep asking him, but he never says I can go home, as I have finished the translation now." But because holy Gurujī wanted me to go to the Kāṭhu āśram—the holy Mahāprabhujī’s āśram—probably Swāmījī asked holy Gurujī, which is why I was still there. I said, "He wants me to take her to the Kāṭhu āśram." Since holy Gurujī was unwell and couldn’t take me, Swāmījī said, "Why? Probably they talked amongst themselves. Why only Kāṭhu and why not Kailāś?" The next day, around ten o'clock, I was still in my room when Swāmījī sent someone to call me. I went. He said, "You have to come with me to the temple." I didn’t say anything, as I didn’t know what to say. I went back to my room. I had a pile of washing and nothing else to do, so I would read, do my prayer and meditation, and such. I did my washing first, as I could go to India very quickly. I went to holy Gurujī and said, "Swāmījī wants me to go to the Joyful." He told me, "I want you to come with me to Kāṭhu, but since I am not well enough, you go with Swāmījī. He will organize to take you to the Kailāś in Mahāprabhujī’s āśram in Kāṭhu." Holy Gurujī was very particular about clothes. When I went to the Nepal āśram in '93, I took simple clothes. But in 1994, since I was going to the garden āśram where I knew there were no Europeans and people wore nice clothes, I took quite a few printed clothes. Holy Gurujī said, "No, life in the āśram should be simple." So I only had two sarees for three months, as I couldn’t wear the others. I don’t know what others told him—that I had no more sarees or something. I went to Jaipur with Swāmījī, and Swāmījī left for Europe the next day. It is amazing how much they look after you. Since it was not a Thursday, we went to Jaipur with Swāmījī. I always fast on Thursdays and full moon days, as holy Gurujī told me to. That day was a Thursday, so I had eaten on the earlier day. Everyone said I had gone very quiet. Swāmījī asked someone, and I could hear from my room, "Looks like you’ve been eating a lot." I replied, "No, today is Thursday, and I am fasting. I already ate yesterday." See how much he worries for even one person. After that, the yogis—I don’t know if you have met them—Swāmījī organized for us to go to the Kailāś āśram first. The soul Kailāśas, this is the greatest. We had that deep meditation. I have never felt it that deeply, even now. Then we went to stay the night at the Kāṭhu āśram and returned around half-past two. Holy Gurujī was in a temple in Chuppa. He said, "We’re going to the Nepal āśram tomorrow." Since we hadn’t had a bath at the Kāṭhu āśram—it wasn’t that clean up on the hill at that time; only the original tapas was there—I had a bath and washed my clothes. The next day we went to the Nepal āśram. Again, it was the greatest thing. Holy Gurujī knew we all needed something to eat when we arrived, so we made halwa, some vegetable, and pohola. When we got to the āśram, I realized how one can worry for other people. It is such a great feeling. I stayed there for a couple more weeks; I can’t remember exactly how many days. With holy Gurujī, it was more or less one-to-one, as not many people stayed in the Nepal āśram—only five or six. Then my brother came to pick me up, and we went back home. So in three years, I went in '92, '93, and '94. Three years in a row, I went to India. I came back to New Zealand in 1995, went back again in 1997, and then in 1998. That was seventy-five years; I couldn’t go for Gurujī’s birthday again. In five years, I went four times. From '92 to '98—seven years—I went five times. Bless you. I had one of the bhajans. When I was in the Dhāraṇā Āśram, I used to go to the Jupa. Every morning I would go there. Each time I saw Mahāprabhujī, I would get such a feeling that tears would just drop down. I received one verse that said: "I don’t even know your name, I don’t even know you, I don’t even know how to feel, how to do the prayer, and I don’t even know how to meditate on you. I don’t even know scriptures like the Gītā, I don’t know the Purāṇas, the Vedas, nothing. And I don’t even know all your shapes and forms in this world, where you are everywhere." This bhajan came automatically into my heart. I sang it to holy Gurujī in 1998, in the Nepal āśram. As soon as I sang it, I could feel that holy Gurujī is always in my heart. After that, I never felt… I always felt He is in here. I knew fairly that I wouldn’t go to India, so from 1995 to 2003, I never went. But when he fell sick in Jodhpur, Swāmījī rang. He said, "Come and have darśana of Gurujī." I received Swāmījī’s message on a Friday through Āśā Purī. Āśā Purī rang in the morning, but that time in India was midnight. As soon as I knew Swāmījī wanted me to go, I inquired about tickets and everything. But by the time I spoke to Swāmījī, went back to Āśā, and went to get the visa, the Indian High Commission was closed. I didn’t get the visa on Friday. I had to wait until Monday. To get it quickly, I needed a letter from an agent. By the time I got the visa, I had to choose. I went to India on October 1st, 2003, to Jodhpur. I went straight from Bombay to Jodhpur with my brother. I landed in Bombay; my brother met me there, and we both… we both had the same Guru. Nivadīpa, my brother, and I received Mantra Dīkṣā on the same day, at the same time. We were three disciples. So there were two of us; Mr. Nivadīpa was in New Zealand, but she passed away, and my brother is in India. That is why I am the only disciple of holy Gurujī living in New Zealand. Did you visit holy Gurujī in the hospital when you got to Jodhpur? Yes. Then my brother said, "We go home," as he can’t stay in one place too long. He wanted to go home the next day. I asked Swāmījī, "My brother wants to go back to Gujarat tomorrow." He said, because in 1992 we had an experience with holy Gurujī—he had said not to go on a Friday, and we went on a Friday—Swāmījī said, "We don’t go on Sunday, we go on Monday." My brother listened to him. My brother went back on Monday. Swāmījī said to me, "Okay, you stay because you come from so far away. Stay in the hotel." I said I would stay, but he insisted, "No, you have to stay in the hotel." So I stayed with Swāmījī’s organization. They were living with one family, Kusuman and Rāmbāī. I stayed with them for a whole week. It was very, very great. We went to Swāmījī’s Satsaṅg every night. He said, "We’re going to Satsaṅg somewhere way up the hill, at one of the temples." I think the majority of the ladies were there. I went to that Satsaṅg every day with Rāmbāī and Kusuman. That is the time Swāmījī gave me this. I always wear it when I do my prayer. In summertime I use this, and in wintertime I use the one from holy Gurujī. I should have put my mālā on. This, I sent to the Pratīmā as a gift. That is why we call it… I don’t know what you call it, but we call it the knowledge, knowledge things. So that is mine, and he sent this with Swāmījī, one ear. One side is my Prabhujī and the other side is holy Gurujī. That is like the greatest gift from my Guru. One day, as soon as I put the R.T. and went out, at half past one I got up to go to the bathroom. I didn’t turn the light on because Swāmījī’s room is higher up and my holy Gurujī is down there; turning the light on would disturb him. I said, "He’s only touched." I opened the door and could see a snake’s tail in the room. It dropped to the bathroom side. As soon as I saw it, I was frightened. I said, "Oh, there’s a snake in the room." Madhukamī was on the bathroom side; he wasn’t in the bedroom. I thought, "Who can I call? I can’t call anybody else." We had to call out to holy Gurujī, but nobody disturbed him. I went to the bathroom and came out again. I had my own words, and then I said, "Oh no, she was, you know, all numbness." I bowed to him, and he was still standing up like that, near the bathroom door. He was long, at least four to five feet, but skinny. Light grey with a dark stripe, a grey stripe. After I prayed to him, I shut the door and put my sari so close, and he came there. I don’t know where he came from. The next morning, he was gone. I went at four o’clock to meditate; he was not there anymore. He said he came from somewhere. I told holy Gurujī about it around ten or half past ten. He asked, "What color was it? Was it white?" I don’t know what he meant by it. He was thrown. He said, "Snake comes, why?" I said, "No, I won’t say anything. Crying is a great thing." He never said anything. One day it was raining very heavily after the Āratī. Everybody had gone; only holy Gurujī and I were in the temple. He said, "Sing bhajan, sing bhajan." We couldn’t even sing anymore. He said, "Go up now." But with such heavy rain, I was frightened of the snake. I had to go up the steps. When heavy rain comes, they can lie down, you know, and eat it. It was dark because the light was gone, completely dark. I said, "Now it’s still raining," and he goes a bit high with the music, go. As soon as I got to the steps, with the rain, lightning came along. The lightning lit the way right up until I went into the room. It’s amazing what some can do. He probably felt it, because usually I bring the torch down, but since the light room was there, I used to leave it near the door. You know how they go into the bathroom area—there’s one door there—so I used to leave it just near there. But because it was raining and I was frightened of snakes, he probably realized that and made the lightning. It was the greatest experience. I had a very great chance to do the seva on the holy, holy day. Satguru Deva Kī Jai, Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān Kī Jai.