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Śrī Dev Purīṣa Bhagavān Kī Jai! Śrī Śrī Deveśvara Mahādeva Kī Jai! Deep Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān Kī Jai! Satguru Svāmī Madhavānandajī Bhagavān Kī Jai! Satya Sanātana Dharma Kī Jai! Blessed self, spiritual seekers, bhaktas, dear ones, brothers, and sisters. A question often arises in people's minds: "We know about Nimittāvatāra, but what about Nityāvatāra? Do they possess powers, siddhis, or the capacity in their blessings that only God can wield?" This is beyond our human intellect, feelings, and imagination. First, we humans often harbor doubt. Many believe, many do not wish to believe, or many do not know how to believe. This is, of course, a fact of these last two centuries, during which humanity has turned excessively toward materialism. Nowhere in the world will we find proper spiritual education. Yes, there are private organizations for different religions that hold seminars or retreats, striving to impart the teachings of incarnations, saints, or holy books. In India, there are many centers, ashrams, and groups trying to bring spirituality. In many Islamic countries, there are beautiful schools, seminars, and prayers where people are informed about spirituality. In Christianity, there are many churches and retreat centers where people meditate and pray sincerely for the whole world and all creatures. In Buddhism, too, many centers strive diligently. But the major issue is that, unfortunately, our education systems lack chapters on spirituality and ethics. Today, we highly value education—schools, colleges, universities—and the youth are studying, but they receive no spiritual education. That is the problem. If world governments would incorporate chapters on spirituality, ethics, ahiṃsā, brotherhood, and love for nature, creatures, and humanity into education, it would help bring peace to the world and within people's hearts. It is painful to know that all the holy books of the world, cultures, and religions, all the books of great spiritual leaders and scholars, are merely subjects in libraries. They are closed on shelves. If you visit a library, you see very few people sitting and reading. This is a primary cause of the restlessness, fighting, wars, and many troubles in the world. We are not informed, and especially the younger generation is missing this education. It does not matter which religion we consider; people are slowly drifting away. I spent nearly 42 years in the Western world. When I first arrived, I saw people standing in queues in front of churches and temples; ashrams and even small Śiva temples were crowded every Monday. Now, you see no queue because only a few remain, so you have ample time for prayers. They are losing members—or, I would say, bhaktas, human belief. In particular religions, it is getting less and less. Every year, there are fewer priests in different branches of Christianity. In many countries, they must bring priests from other nations where missionaries are training people, such as from India or Nepal. Similarly, there are fewer and fewer sādhus and great saints because the yamas and niyamas are missing, motivation is lacking, and a clear picture is absent. From childhood, all young people are directed toward materialism: study, get a good profession, become an officer, attain a high position. Everyone wants a white-collar job, to sit at a table and chair and ring a bell for service. That is why farmers suffer; you find no one to help them. Animal farms lack caretakers. In India, people speak of holy cows and caring for animals, but if you search for someone to tend cows, you find no workers. They say, "No, we have studied. Do you think we are only for cows?" Even Kṛṣṇa tended cows, grazing them in the fields. People have lost this feeling. Thus, from time to time, we need the spiritual injections of the great saints' words and teachings. We continue our paramparā, our great Śiva Śavarūpa, Śrī Alak Purījī's followers in this yuga, Śrī Dev Purījī. This will very soon become a legend or a story after a century or even a few decades. Those who saw and experienced, who are still living, will pass away, and people will say, "No, we do not believe." It is a pity. But thanks to our Satguru Dev Svāmī Madhavānandajī, he recorded all this in the holy book Līlā Amṛta, so we can read it. Yesterday, we spoke of Devapurījī's blessings and how a saint's blessing can work. I have a very recent experience. Whether you believe it or not, I can tell you, and you can go with me to India and speak to the person directly. That is proof. A man came and asked, "Svāmījī, I would like to work in the Jadan Ashram as a builder to finish our temples quickly so we can have prayers." I did not know him before. As a contractor, he came with another person. His name is Mr. Gupta. In small talk, I asked, "How are you, your family, and your children?" He said, "Thank you, we are very happy, my family, my wife, but unfortunately, I have no children." This was about a year ago, during last Diwali. He met me at the Jaipur ashram. He said, "Svāmījī, I wish I could have a child, a son." Everyone wants a son; I do not know why. If all were sons, then Lakṣmī would depart. God is just and perfect; He always maintains balance. God knows whether to give a daughter or a son. In India, by law, it is strictly prohibited to identify the gender during pregnancy because, unfortunately, many do not want a daughter and resort to abortion. You cannot even get a license for sonography or ultrasound without special government authorization. Even as a doctor, you cannot do it. In Jordan, we bought an ultrasound instrument but cannot use it because we lack an authorized doctor. India is doing great things in these fields. This man came, and I said, "Well, what is not possible, Gurudev can do, and what is happening, Guru can stop." He looked at me and smiled. He said, "Svāmījī, I am above 50 years old." I said, "Well, I pray to Mahāprabhujī and Devapurījī that you will get a child." He said, "Thank you, Svāmījī, for your blessing, but I came for work. If you give me something also, I appreciate it very much. We have done all medical tests, and the doctor said it is impossible for me to have a child." Later, I was in Nepal and received a telephone call: Mr. Gupta had a son. Can you imagine his happiness? I see this in the name of Devapurījī; it truly happened. He came to me with a large packet of Indian sweets and a big flower garland. He said, "Svāmījī, this is a miracle. I cannot imagine how it happened, but it did." I said, "Everything is Devapurījī." He said, "Yes, but you..." I said, "I say many things from my mouth. If everything came true, the whole world would be in peace, love, and harmony." But there are certain times, vibrations, energies, and constellations when Gurudev speaks through you spontaneously. When you overthink and use intellect, nothing happens. It occurs spontaneously. We will speak more of Devapurījī's power, Mahāprabhujī's, Gurujī's, in other webcasts. There is a story where Devapurījī lived in the Khela ashram in Rajasthan, a desert area. Now, there are machinery camps drilling tube wells, pumping water, and many trees; it looks like a green desert with roads and concrete houses. Before, there were only huts. Walking through the desert sand is challenging, like walking on dry beach sand. People walk near water where the sand is harder. Walking in fresh snow is beautiful but makes you sweat. Devapurījī was very thin, sporty, and fit. As Jñānan said yesterday, when Svāmījī came in 1992, he looked like Gandhijī, with one white cloth wrapped around. When he saw Svāmījī, he wondered, "Is this really the one with good muscles?" I said, "Yes, because I do yoga." One day, a person was traveling from one village to another through the desert with little bushes, where you can see someone approaching from afar. A hunter was hunting birds in the forest, with a basket of about 30-40 birds. He saw Devapurījī coming. When a saint, a Śāradā, approaches, immediately—whether you believe or not, whether you are spiritual or not—you feel, "Oh God, I cannot do this in the presence of that Śāradā or saint. I cannot speak certain things; I should show respect. What will Devapurījī say when he sees the dead birds in my basket?" He tried to go aside and hide the basket under a bush, walking slowly to the other side. Devapurījī approached, and the man said, "Praṇām Gurujī, Dhokhā Bābā" (we call all sādhus "Bābā, Bābājī"). Devapurījī said, "What did you hide behind the bush?" Devapurījī was nearly three or four hundred meters away. How did he know? The man said, "Nothing, I was just going behind." Devapurījī said, "Do not say no, no. I know. You killed birds and hid the dead ones under the bush." The man said, "Yes, Gurudeva, I am sorry, but I am poor, have children, and want to bring them something to eat." Devapurījī said, "You are thinking of your children?" He said, "Yes." Devapurījī said, "Nice, very nice. Everyone should think of their children, to feed and educate them. But you did not think of the children of these birds in the nest, sitting and waiting for their mother or father to bring food. They are still waiting. Did you not think of those children? Do you not think children are children? Whether your child, another's child, or an animal's child, children have such beauty and radiance that we love all children with equal, pure, divine love. You did not think of them? Bring the basket here." The man was trembling because he knew Devapurījī—the whole area knows Devapurījī, Bābā. When people have troubles, even now, they say, "Devapurījī will bless us." They go to Devapurījī's dhūnī. He brought the small basket. Devapurījī kicked the basket, and what happened? All the birds flew away. The hunter was astonished. Since morning at 10 o'clock, he had been searching and finding; you cannot find all birds in one place and kill them at once. The birds that died at 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, and so on—it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon. All birds flew in different directions. Devapurījī said, "Go, find your children." Now, what judgment will you give when, before your eyes, you see this happen—that he gave life to so many birds that had died hours before? He who gave life can give life again. But he said, "Oh human, you cannot give life; you have no right to take life." This spread everywhere, so people became afraid to kill animals, thinking, "If we kill our chicken and the head is somewhere else, Bābā will make it alive, and the chicken will run without a head. What will happen?" Devapurījī did not say, "Yes, I did it." He did not tell the village or anyone what he did. He did it and finished, Hari Om, not for fame or name. Another story similar to Śrī Devapurījī: Sometimes people think, "Was he crazy, or is he so cruel?" Devapurījī had many snakes, chickens, goats, horses, and dogs. At a certain point, Devapurījī said, "I love and trust these animals more than certain people. They have pure hearts; they seek love." One day, a few bhaktas were sitting near Devapurījī's dhūnī. Devapurījī was sitting, not talking much, just occasionally asking for blessings or in satsaṅg. There was a hen making noise: "Cock, cock..." Devapurījī looked and said, "Come here." All animals could come. The Yama Puruṣa could call them, speak to them, or tell them, "Go far away, find your food, and come back at this time." The hen came. Devapurījī took his chimtā (tongs), moved the fire aside, placed the hen inside the hot ash, and covered it with fire. People said, "Bābā, what are you doing?" Bābā said, "I am doing nothing. I am just teaching him how to observe mauna (silence). So I let him be in mauna." Everyone felt sorry. After one or two hours, they were still sitting. Then Devapurījī said, "Okay, come out." The hen came out, dusted its feathers, went "Quack, quack," and walked away slowly. Nothing happened—not a single feather burned, though there was burning fire. Thus, he who can protect us in fire, water, anywhere. He did not tell anybody, "Look what I can do." Nothing like that. That cock remained with Devapurījī for many years, always following, even sitting on Devapurījī's horse when he traveled. There was also a male goat always with him. The male goat had an udder (attā) and gave milk. Devapurījī milked it and made tea every time people came. It was a miracle. Then Devapurījī said, "Okay, I am going now towards Gujarat." He reached a place called Mount Abu (you can read stories in the Līlā Amṛta). There is a lake made by sādhus with their hands. They dug out all the mud with their hands, so the lake is called Nākhī Talāb in Mount Abu, very famous. People like to sit near Nākhī Talāb. There is a beautiful ancient temple, Duleśvara Mahādeva, and a beach dedicated to Śrī Devapurījī because he walked from there. A British officer had stopped prayers and pūjā in temples (you know the whole story). Devapurījī took the officers and walked on the water. Old people, maybe 90 years old, remember and can tell us. New people do not even know who it is; they only know there is a Devapurījī beach where you can go for darśan and take holy water from the lake. If we try to walk on water, we should not try in front of everyone; we should try only ourselves. There was a yogī who claimed he could walk on water, perhaps for advertisement. Can you imagine, many people and media were very interested. It was about 40 years ago; journalists came from the West. There were not many television channels then. It was in Mumbai. They set up a swimming pool, 20 meters long and 10 meters wide, full of water. Tickets were sold to see the Bābājī walk. He came with wooden sandals and a shawl. Everyone said, "Now Bābājī will walk." The pool was two meters deep or deeper. He stepped in and immediately sank into the water. I think he was so sorry for himself he did not want to come out. So please do not try or imitate Devapurījī. Not everyone can be Devapurījī. It has been many years since Devapurījī took Mahāsamādhi—about 66 or 67 years, or 70 years. It is great to know and visit where he lived. You can feel the energy. We have his dhūnī where he used to sit near the fire. If you take a little ash from his dhūnī and apply it as a tilak, put a little in your mouth, or make a medallion with the holy earth from the dhūnī—as I did—it means he is always in my heart, always with me. Many people make small medallions and wear them. These things exist whether you believe or not. The great or interesting thing is that God, incarnations, and God-men do not perform acts to show they are great; it happens in their presence when it must be. They may say this or that, but they do not advertise, "Look what I can do; this is my siddhi, my power." Those who claim such things have zero, śūnya. It is said, "bade badāī nahīṁ kare"—the great never speak greatly of themselves. "Baḍā na bole bol, rahiman hīrā kab kahe, lākh hamārā mol." There was a poet named Rahim Dās who wrote this poem. He said, "O Rahim, when does a diamond speak to you that my value is 100,000 dollars?" A diamond never speaks; it simply has quality, and we decide its worth. That is why many ask why Devapurījī or Mahāprabhujī did not travel far. Once, someone asked Mahāprabhujī, "Can you come to Mumbai and Calcutta? We will arrange big advertising and gather many bhaktas." Mahāprabhujī said, "It means you do not understand me. To whom are you asking that I should go there? I am there. Tell me where I am not. Every bhakta, everywhere—if you tell me, I can tell you which house in Kolkata has a problem now." Mahāprabhujī and Devapurījī's divine light is great. Devapurījī walked. Another incident from Devapurījī is very interesting. He walked through the hills of Mount Abu, a vast jungle then (now polluted with trees cut down). There were lions, tigers, bears, many animals, waterfalls, and beautiful caves. Mount Abu is like a small Himalaya, a beautiful place. Devapurījī went and disappeared into the forest. At that time, Mount Abu was only ten percent of what it is now—a small village. Now it is a big city with concrete, a tourist spot. Tourism is not peaceful at all. Humans concentrate where more people come, opening businesses to get money from tourists. There, Devapurījī saw people calling themselves Aghorīs. There are two kinds of Aghorīs: some who do not take a drop of alcohol or meat, and others who turn to a different kind of life, eating everything. Devapurījī said, "I shall give them right knowledge and liberation. They should come to positive sādhanā." Devapurījī changed his form into a small child, like our Gopāla, and walked toward the Aghorīs. Three or four were sitting and laughing. They said, "Oh, very good, today our food is coming," meaning they wanted to kill and eat him. They said, "Come here, we will eat you today." Devapurījī said, "No, no, you cannot eat me. You cannot even touch me." They said, "Who are you?" He said, "It does not matter who I am. What do you think? Are you Rāma?" They said, "Yes." Devapurījī said, "Then, if you are Rāma, let a voice come from above saying you are Rāma. Say 'Rām' three times." An echo came from the whole forest and caves: "Rām, Rām." Then Devapurījī resumed his normal form, gave them blessings and teachings, and told them to leave the place, which they had made impure. He directed them to Gujarat, where there are holy mountains. Gujarat is another holy Himalaya, with people of great love, devotion, and many saints. There is Girnar; they went there. After that, Devapurījī decided to return to the Kailāś side. What happened there, I will tell tomorrow in the story: how he met battalions of the British army residing there. Devapurījī went, gave blessings, and performed acts such as Śrīvad blessings. The British officers were so happy they offered him money, saying, "Bābā, take this money and build an ashram." He said, "I do not need money." They insisted, "Please take." They gave him a gunny bag full of silver coins (at that time, there were silver coins, not paper money). Some silver coins were found in the ashram in Kailash. When you go to Kailash, do not dig everything out for silver coins; it is Devapurījī's līlā (divine play), his presence. Devapurījī is in our hearts always. Whenever you have something urgent or a terrible situation, say, "Oṁ Śrī Devapurījī Mahādev, Mujhe Bachāo." Oṁ Śrī Devapurījī Mahādev, Mujhe Bachāo. Oṁ Devapurījī Mahādev, mujhe bachāo. That was said by the British officer on Nākhī Lake when Devapurījī took him over the water. He said, "Devapurījī Mahārāj, mujhe bachāo." Devapurījī said, "This is the mahāmantra: whenever you are in trouble, say, 'Devapurī, please protect me,' and I will protect you." Call from the soul of your heart, and you will receive blessings. Once, a great poet said beautifully: "Pṛthvī kā kāgaj karū or kalam karū van rāī, sāth samundar sāī karū, guru mahimā likhī na jāī." A beautiful poem by Sam Van Raat (I do not know who it was, but it is well known in India). "Pṛthvī kā kāgaj karu"—I make the whole earth as paper. Then make layer upon layer of earth to use as paper. "Kalam karoon banrai"—I chip all the forest trees to make a pen. And all the seven oceans I use as ink. But still, I cannot describe all the glory of the Guru. The glory of my Guru is beyond and beyond. Only that bhakta can understand who realizes what my Guru is: Śrī Dev Puruṣa Mahādeva kī chant, Deep Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān kī chant, Satguru Svāmī Madhavānandajī Bhagavān kī chant, Satya Sanātana Dharma kī chant. Oṁ Śāntiḥ Śāntiḥ... Viśvadeva Mahāmuddeva Kī Chant.