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We do not know where our destiny will lead us, nor when we will meet again. The will is there, but perhaps the opportunity is not. Man proposes, and God disposes. In this way, I have met thousands of disciples and friends in your country. The seeds I planted here are growing. This was also said today when I met your president in parliament. He said he knows of me, he has heard. He is thankful for this work and requested, "Please pray for me and this country in the future also." Truth cannot be hidden. Satya means truth, jayate means victory. The victory of truth is always there. You can hide many things, but one day they will come out. Nothing can be hidden. With this conviction, I began this work. There is one bhajan from Holī Gurujī. This morning I was translating: "The Gurudeva will protect you, don’t worry." What is the next line? Nirbhay raho, nishank kabhi mat dharna. Nirbhay means fearless. Raho means "be always fearless." Nishank—without any doubts. When you go to sleep, what do you feel in your bed? Comfortable, sure, without any fear—then you can sleep. But if you are not sure, if at night an earthquake may come or the roof may fall, you cannot sleep peacefully. So Holī Gurujī said, "Be fearless and without any doubts." Never be afraid. This was always my vow, my feeling when I first came to Hungary or to Czechoslovakia. They said, "It is a communist government." I said, "Okay, why not? What does it mean?" They said, "You cannot speak about God." I said, "What? You cannot speak about God? Where are we living now? A human cannot speak about God? No, I don’t believe this." This is not a fairy tale from Indian history, but a real story. Long ago, there was a king. He performed austerities, standing on one leg for many, many years, asking God for grace and blessing. One day, a divine voice came and said, "King..." His name was... Kaṁsa? No, Hiraṇyakaśyapu, sorry. "What do you wish?" He said, "I have one wish with many branches." The voice said, "Yes, what do you want?" "My one wish is that I should be immortal. I should never die." God said this cannot be fulfilled. "To never die and be immortal in this physical form? Not even I, God, can do that. But you can wish for something else." Then he said, "Okay, Lord, then I have one request: no animal should be the cause of my death. Nor should a human be the cause of my death. I should not die during the daytime, nor in the night. Death should not come to me when I am outside my house or inside my house. Nor should poison or any weapon cause my death. Please grant me this: no elements can destroy me." The divine voice said, "It shall be." He was so happy, he was laughing. In India, we say it is not that he is laughing; it is his destiny that is laughing. That is how deluded he is, thinking he will be immortal very soon. "One day, I will kill you." Death is called mṛtyu. Knowledge is called jñāna. We are accompanied by two friends in our life, running parallel at all times. It is like the shadow of the body. Ultimately, death is the winner; today it takes away, so it is destiny. It was not the king laughing, but destiny laughing at him. What happened? He returned home and declared, "I am immortal. No one can kill me. I will not die. No one should believe in God. If there is a God, then I am the living God. They should only believe in me, pray only to me. Any problems, they should come to me; I will fulfill their wishes. But if I find out someone is going to the temple, praying, meditating, or singing the name of God, I will burn them alive in the fire." He always sent his messengers to find anyone talking about God. One day, he himself took his horse and went through the villages in civil dress, listening. In a small village, there was a big fire, and near it sat an elderly lady praying, "Please, Lord, help me, oh merciful God." He heard her and came to her. "Why did you pray? What do you want?" She was terrified and began praying to him. He said, "No, no, no. You were praying; I was listening. We shall put you in this fire. But first, I want to know why you prayed." She said, "Okay, Lord, I will tell you. If you can help me, please help me." She was a potter, making pots from clay. When she had many pots, she stacked them with wood and burned them. This time, she had a cat that gave birth to kittens inside one pot. She didn't realize and put it on the fire. The mother cat came, meowing sadly. She prayed to God to forgive her sin. The king said, "Then I will wait until tomorrow or the day after. If your God helps you and the kittens are alive inside, you will live. I will not kill you. But if they are dead, I will burn you." She prayed inwardly with great strength. The next afternoon, the fire cooled. The king asked his men to search the pots one by one. They removed the completely burned pots. When they came to the pot with the kittens, both halves remained completely untouched by fire. The three little kittens were jumping from one part to the other, playing. The king saw this and said, "I don’t believe it, but I said I would not punish you, so you can stay." He went away. Then the king had a son. The king was like a devil, but his son was a great bhakta. You find a diamond in a coal mine. When the son was born, it was a light. The first word he spoke: Hari Om Tat Sat. Hari is Viṣṇu, Om is the omniscient, omnipresent attribute of God, Tat means "that," and Sat means the truth. That is the truth, God, Viṣṇu. The father did not like this. The child was two years old and sang all day, "Hari Om Tat Sat, Hari Om Tat Sat," nothing else. The angry father said, "Sing not Hari Om Tat Sat, but Hiraṇyakaśyapu." The son said, "No." The cruel father decided to throw his son among wild elephants. They did it, and he came back. Then he decided to throw him into a lake with crocodiles. He came back again. Then he decided to throw him from a hilltop. He should have stopped, but he didn’t, and the boy came back. The king had a sister named Holikā. Holikā had a siddhi: she could sit in fire for hours, and the fire would not touch her. He asked her to take the boy on her lap and sit in the fire. She did. What happened? He remained untouched by fire, and she was burned. This day in India is a festival, a holy day, where people throw colors on everyone and celebrate the victory of truth. Then the child was sent to school. What did he do? In school all day, singing and teaching children, "Get up and dance, Hari Om Tat Sat, Hari Om Tat Sat." The teacher said, "No, no God. Kaśyapa, Kaśyapa." He said, "No, Hari Om Tat Sat." The teacher came to the king and said, "Your son has spoiled the whole young generation; they are also singing Hari Om Tat Sat." The father was very angry. The boy, named Bhakt Prahlāda, was about five or six years old. The father said, "Stop singing the name of God, or I will kill you with this sword." He said, "No, father. You cannot kill me, and I cannot stop singing. God is God." The king said, "No. In my kingdom, no God exists. Only enjoy materialistic life." The boy said, "No." What did the king do? He had an iron pillar made and placed it in a coal fire until the entire pillar was red-hot. You couldn't go near it for forty meters. The king asked his son, "If you believe in God, then go and embrace this iron pillar, or stop singing. Otherwise, I will kill you now with my sword." The son said, "I am not afraid. I will go and embrace the pillar." This little boy went, singing "Hari Om Tat Sat, Hari Om Tat Sat," near the pillar. The heat was intense. When he was about three or four meters away, he thought, "Perhaps I will burn; it’s very hot." In that minute, what did he see? Little red ants were walking on the pillar. The boy thought, "God cares. If such little ants do not burn and die, how is it possible that I will burn? Let me embrace it." He opened his arms to embrace the pillar. What happened? In that second, the pillar broke into two parts, and from the middle emerged a living form. The boy embraced that form. The form was half-lion (from the navel up) and half-human (from the navel down). It took the child. When the king saw this, he became nervous, got up from his chair, and tried to run away. But that form ran behind the king, caught him in the doorway, pulled him down, sat on his chest, and spoke: "Hiraṇyakaśyapu, is this day or night?" He said, "Neither day nor night; it is just sunset." "Are you inside the house or outside?" He said, "I am in the doorway, neither inside nor outside." "Look at me. Am I human or animal?" He said, "You are neither animal nor human, I see." "Now, look at my nails, or claws. Is this a weapon, or poison?" "No." "Then all your conditions are fulfilled. And now, for you, death is here." And He killed him. That incarnation of God is called the Narasiṁha Avatāra. Nar means human, and Siṁha means lion. He liberated the whole country. This story from our mythology tells of a kingdom where humans could not speak about God. It was long ago. I couldn’t imagine that in this situation here, one still could not talk about God. That was my situation at that time. I managed, and at every step, whether pleasant or unpleasant, I never had any difficulties. Though one hears negative things, I never had any problems. No unpleasant thing happened. I always held one thought: the Guru protects you always. Don’t worry, be brave without fear, and be sure, certain. Never be afraid. Whom God protects, no one can kill. It doesn’t matter who is there. That person is always happy who seeks refuge in Gurudeva. They have no problems. But if you go away from this, then again the scorpions and snakes of māyā will come to you. Not those who merely repeat the name automatically will cross the ocean of ignorance. I can look deep. I am here easily. Ultimately, definitely, they will get liberation and unite with God. They do not come again into this life. They have no birth and death. They are always liberated, immortal, leading life as one with God. This is my immortal message; please take it as the ultimate truth. Always repeat the name of Mahāprabhujī. Mahāhalikurujī said, "I am always blissful." This is because of the truthful path. So always remember that Gurudeva is always with you. Devpurījī said, "God takes upon Himself the destiny of His devotees." So, whoever believes in God, trusts God, prays to God, and follows the Master—their destiny, God takes upon Himself. You can close God in the bathroom if you want. Lock Him in and tell Him, "Don’t go out till I come back in the evening." And He will do it. But with which lock can you lock Him? There is no power in the universe that can close or tighten Him. Only one lock: that’s love. When Lord Kṛṣṇa was about five or six years old, he played many līlās. Once, the milkmaids, the gopīs, were angry because he would take butter and give it to friends. They caught him and always complained to Yaśodā, his mother. She didn’t believe them. She said, "My Kṛṣṇa never does such things. Impossible." One day, they caught him in the room taking butter. They wanted to tie him to a pillar. No chain or rope could tie him. Nothing worked. One girl came and said, "In the whole market, there are no ropes left; all have been brought, and Kṛṣṇa broke them all. But now I have brought one rope; this is called the rope of love. It is so strong. Let us try to tie him with this." They tied him. It was a very little, weak rope, but he remained there. The girls went to his house to tell Yaśodā, "Now come and see your son." His hands were full of butter, a pot was thrown down, and meanwhile his friends came to him through the window. They said, "What are you doing there, Kṛṣṇa? Come out. Can’t you break this little rope? You always said, 'No one can tie me.'" Kṛṣṇa said, "Yes, my friends. In the whole universe, there is no power that can tie me. But there is one power I cannot break. That’s love." God goes where love is. All we need is love. Where there is love, there is beauty. Even this furniture needs love. This microphone needs love. So love is the beauty of the universe, and love is the beauty of life. The milkmaids went to Kṛṣṇa’s house. Yaśodā was cooking. One milkmaid said, "Sister Yaśodā, come and see Kṛṣṇa there." She said, "What are you talking about? Kṛṣṇa has been sitting and eating here for half an hour." She looked, and indeed, Kṛṣṇa was sitting bravely, eating his chapatis and vegetables. She went back, and he was standing there. She returned, and he was sitting and eating. She said, "We can’t understand." So God always comes, but He needs love. Gurudeva is always there where there is confidence in love. It needs complete surrender. "O Lord, my body, my mind, my thoughts, my intellect, and my soul—all I surrender to Thee as a flower on Your altar." When you have surrendered all, then you no longer exist. Now it is His duty to take care of you. You give flowers to someone; what do they do with them? You give them the duty to care for them, and they will do it. It is said God carries His disciples, His devotees, on His palm very carefully—like someone who has a big blister on their palm, not a gift, a blister. It’s very painful and sensitive; you can’t move your hand, so you always carry your hand carefully so it doesn’t touch anything. Similarly, God carries us in His palm so carefully that we do not come into contact with bad karmas. But to come into His hand—that is the question. It is very easy to come. Dedication is the way. They are fortunate. They are divine incarnations. Their mother and father are greatly fortunate and adorable for us. Who realizes this Guru Bhakti and attains liberation? The work is not for one day, one month, one year, or even one life. It is for many, many lives. Mahālī Gurujī once said to Mahāprabhujī, as he always did whenever Mahāprabhujī asked, "Mahāprabhujī, what do you wish?" He said, "You are bhakti." One day, Mahāprabhujī was sitting in his room. He suddenly got up, came to Holī Gurujī, and said, "Wish for anything. It doesn’t matter what you wish; you will get it." Holī Gurujī stood up with folded hands and said, "Again and again, I ask for one thing, O Lord. In every life, please let me be your servant. O merciful Mahāprabhujī, please listen to my prayer." This means the realization where the disciple understands what the Guru is. That one will be enlightened and will be an incarnation in reality. Then Guru and disciple are the same; Kṛṣṇa and Arjuna were the same. They only played this dialogue in two forms. So kill your doubts. There should be no doubts. All doubts should go. What is the sense of life? How many criticisms have you heard? How many problems were there? Where are they now? They are gone. From time to time, bad waves of destiny come to us. But be strong like the mighty Himalayas. No storm can move the Himalayas. That is an inner decision. Then you long for nothing outside. Your inner self is related to God; then you are looking for nothing. And if you are looking for something, then for what are you looking? Before, we said, "Your body, your mind, your thoughts, your soul—you gave to God." So for whom, for what, are you looking? It means you only said it; you didn’t give. Giving and saying are two different things. There is a little joke. In such a nice satsaṅg, I should not tell a joke, but this joke suits the subject. Giving and saying are different. One day, in front of the Holy Church in Rome, as every day, thousands of devotees gathered, expecting the blessing of the Holy Father, the Pope. One day, it was already 11 o’clock, and the Pope didn’t come. 11:30, 12, 12:30, 1 o’clock—people were still waiting. Then the Pope’s secretary came and said, "Dear brothers and sisters, I bless you in the name of the Holy Father. But I have a message for you, and it is not good. Unfortunately, the Pope is very ill. He had a heart attack. Doctors are there, and it is very important and necessary to transplant a heart. We need one heart." Everyone was shouting, "Please take my heart for the Holy Father!" "My heart!" Others said, "Shut up, my heart!" Thousands wanted to give their heart for the Pope. The secretary said, "Please be peaceful. Think, please. Who am I to take your heart? How could I decide which heart to take? Let God decide. I have in my hand a feather from a bird. I will let this feather fly. On whomever it lands or falls, it means God has decided. That person’s heart will be taken. Please, do it quickly." He let the feather fall. They said, "My heart for the Father," and the feather came slowly down. "My heart for the Father, my heart for the Holy Father," you see. So saying and giving are two things. Nothing remains yours; you have given it. If you are still doing something for your own enjoyment or will, it means you took it back again. Where is your love? God is awake, and you are sleeping. What kind of love is this, where you are sleeping and He is awake? Therefore, be always alert. Remember your promise. Ask, "What did I give?" If God has accepted—giving is your subject, but accepting is His subject. We may have to wait for a thousand lives, giving more and again in every life, hoping we are accepted. So they are the blessed ones, the fortunate ones who are accepted. That one is a light for us. In every heart is God; no heart is empty. But adoration to that heart in which God speaks. So purify your heart every day; clean it up. It should be shining, with a very nice fragrance, so that God may come there. He doesn’t like dirty places and terrible smells. "Dirty" means negative thinking, complexes, jealousy, hatred, greed, cleverness—all these negative things. It smells terrible, and God does not come there. So purify the heart, and let your heart be open. "Door of my heart, open wide I keep for Thee. Wilt Thou come, wilt Thou come, just once come to me? Oh Lord, will my day fly away without seeing Thee, my Lord? Like many, many lives gone, many, many days gone, will my day fly away without seeing Thee, my Lord? Night and day, night and day, I look for the light..." One waits that much to receive this divine wisdom. It is not easy to do, but Mahāprabhujī said everything is easy. Open your heart and just give it. Then you will get it. Close the windows, and we will have prayer. Please sing, not too loud.