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As I mentioned yesterday, India is the holy land where many incarnations, great sages, and yogīs have appeared. I don't know if you are familiar with the Vedic calendar, which describes time on Earth and in space. It speaks of yugas, and we are now in Kali Yuga. Each yuga has its own quality. Vedic astrology, for example, divides one second into 39 parts. This is Vedic mathematics; we solve mathematical problems, including the concept of zero and numbers. They calculate the Yugas, Manvantaras, and Kalpas, extending to trillions of millions of years. According to this Vedic mathematics, it is even described when this sun was created, how it was created, and the length of its life. But beyond that, there were also many, many solar systems. They call it Ananta Brahmāṇḍa, Śāstra Sūryas—the endless universe with thousands, millions of sun systems. That is the scale of time, beyond our imagination. The yugas proceed as follows: Satya Yuga, Tretā Yuga, Dvāpara Yuga, and Kali Yuga. You can find the details, including the millions of years involved, written on the internet. Alakhpurījī, whom we call the beginning of our spiritual lineage, is from the time of Śiva. Śiva is consciousness. Śiva is known as Swayambhu. No one created Him. He has no father, no mother; He Himself manifests. The science of yoga and the entire creation comes from Śiva-Śakti. Then comes Viṣṇu, then Brahmā, then Manu, and then human creation begins. Alakhpurījī was present in Satya Yuga. There is a holy book called the Mahāśivapurāṇa. There are four Vedas, then the Upaniṣads, and then the Purāṇas. This Purāṇa tells about Alakhpurījī. So, Alakhpurījī was from the time of Śiva, which is why this lineage carries the energy of Śiva. Alakhpurījī, with his material body so far purified, exists only in his causal body. He is still there, but very rarely can one see him. He is in the Himalayas, the guru of the Siddhas. In his memory, there is a holy river in India called Alaknandā, named for Alakhpurījī. His holy seat was between Kedarnāth and Badrināth in the high Himalayas. There is a village there, the highest in the world, called Alakhapurī, also named for Alakhpurījī. On one side flows the river called Bhagīrathī. Śiva was known as the king of the Himalayas. All the successors of this holy seat in the Himalayas were known as Śiva. All these places in the Himalayas follow the teachings of Śiva, and His holy seat was on Mount Kailāśa, which is now in Tibet, under China's administration. The Bhagīrathī flows on one side, and the Alaknandā flows on another. Where these two rivers merge in the Himalayas, the place is called Devprayāga. Some of you may know it if you have been to India. If not, I invite you all; you have a warm welcome there. When these two rivers merge, they become the holy river Gaṅgā. Thus, our spiritual lineage begins from the high Himalayas. His blessing is with us. We don't see Him, but He is here. Now, Devpurījī, whose picture you see in the middle—in the beginning, he lived in the Himalayas and met Alakhpurījī. Alakhpurījī gave him all the blessings of the divine science and bestowed upon him the title of Param Yogeśvara, Śiva. When Devpurījī came from the high hills of the Himālaya, he had all the perfections. He could walk on water just as we walk through a garden. He could carry his fire in the water. He could carry his fire in his cloth, tie it, and walk somewhere; the cloth would not burn. During heavy rain, within a circle of about five meters around him, no rain would fall. There is a story of two persons: one in Greece named Holy Nectarios, who was also automatically protected from rain. It would not make him wet, whereas we immediately take an umbrella. There are still two people living—one woman and one man—whom Devpurījī blessed. When they were small children, they died. Their parents brought the children to Devpurījī, and he restored them to life after seven or eight hours of death. According to medicine, the brain is damaged seconds or a minute after death. But he had the power; he is a creator. There is a story in this book: once a hunter was hunting birds in the forest. Devpurījī saw him, called him over, and asked, "What do you have in your basket?" The hunter said, "Nothing." Devpurījī said, "Don't lie. You killed so many birds." The hunter said, "Yes, Lord, for my children." Devpurījī said, "You think about your children, but you didn't think about the children of these birds sitting in the nest." Then Devpurījī kicked the basket, and the dead birds flew away. That, in short, is a glimpse of Devpurījī. The same blessing Mahāprabhujī received from Devpurījī. Mahāprabhujī also gave life to dead animals and humans. Many, many divine miracles happened in the presence of the Gurudeva. They were not showing perfection or siddhis, but they performed them when there was a need. There are some people who say, "Oh, I'm great, and I'm this and that." The truly great will never say, "I'm great." A diamond will never speak, saying, "I'm a diamond." We know the value of the diamond; it doesn't say its value is millions. Mahāprabhujī could call the rain. He knew when you came to him what problem you had, what the cause was, and how you could solve it. He knew what we were thinking. Many such things are written in this book. Our beloved Satgurujī, whom we call Gurujī Mādhāvānandajī, served Mahāprabhujī for more than 40 years, from the age of nearly 17. This is our spiritual lineage. I don't claim that I'm perfect. I am a normal human like you. I am only a postman bringing the post. I do my best to guide people, and now you join me. So you have become a part of this divine tradition. Be assured, the mantra you received is coming from far away in the Himalayas, from many yugas until here. It will save your life. It will give you a lot of spiritual energy, and you will come to your destination. This life is a journey, not a destination. We are only one step away from our destination in this human life. If we miss this, we will fall into darkness again. So, my dear ones, I wish you all the best. Practice, and you will get everything, and help others also. Because love is for all, rain is for all, the sun shines for all. A tree doesn't eat its own fruit, and a lake doesn't drink its own water. Similarly, what you have received should be distributed to others. In doing so, you become God's messenger. God chooses you as a channel of His divine love. There is one story. God had a beautiful, big garden. Every morning when God got up—you know, He doesn't sleep, so He need not get up, but in the story we say it—because if God slept, all would be dark. Trillions of billions of years would be darkness, for our one year is just one day of Brahmā, and one year of Brahmā is one day of Viṣṇu. And one year of Viṣṇu is just one eye movement of Śiva. God used to walk through His garden, saying to every flower, "I love you." The trees and flowers would bend towards God and say, "I love you, God." A small blade of grass said, "I love you, God." A tiny, tiny ant stood up and said, "I love you, God." And God said, "Yes, yes, yes." God loves all equally—humans, animals, trees. In His kingdom, there is no duality. In one corner of the garden, there was a beautiful bamboo. The bamboo said, "I love you, my God." And God said, "Yes, my dear bamboo, I love you too." The bamboo said, "Lord, please, let me be in your garden." And God said, "Yes, of course. My dear bamboo, I love you." The bamboo said, "Please, God, give me space in your garden." One who has doubt always has fear. One day, God came on His usual walk through the park with His hands behind His back. Do you remember yesterday's story? God was walking with His hands behind, saying to every flower, "I love you, my flowers." But the bamboo was in doubt. Every day, God comes with open hands, blesses them, and touches them. Why are His hands on His back today? Before God could say to the bamboo, "I love you, my bamboo," the bamboo said, "My dear God, what do you have in your hands? Why are your hands on your back today? Please open your arms and bless me. God, say to your bamboo, I trust you. I believe in you. I love you. But..." What does "but" mean? God, from where did this word come? "Yes, my dear. I need your help." "God, you need help? Since when do you need help, God? I thought only we needed help." God said, "Bamboo, sometimes I also need the help of others." "What can I do for you, my Lord? My life is surrendered to you. But my wish is to be in your garden." God said, "Bamboo, today I will cause you some pain." "Why, Lord? What have I done?" "No, you have done nothing wrong, but I need to do this." "Why? What will you do?" "I will chip off one of your arms." "Why, Lord? What has my arm done to you?" "No, they have done nothing. Then why?" "My bamboo, I will make a flute out of you." "What is that?" "That is a musical instrument." "Must it be my arm?" "Yes, bamboo, yes." "Why?" "Because the hearts of humans are getting hard like stone. Only you can melt that heart again, make it soft like butter." "I can't imagine. How will I do it?" God said, "I will do it. You will be my instrument. I can't do directly; I do indirectly. Therefore, you have to become the channel of my love." "How?" God said, "Bamboo, I will make a flute out of you, and then I will kiss you and blow my energy, my prāṇa, my breath into you. And I will dance with my fingers on you. And you will produce the resonance. Not only humans, the entire nature will become happy." From that time onwards, the flute began. That is why God Kṛṣṇa has a flute in His hand. The bamboo said, "When it is like this, Lord, you can take all my arms." God said, "The first one is enough." "The first one is enough? What do you mean, one is enough? You have in mind to take another one sometime." God shaped the bamboo and made the flute. Now, everyone, you have flutes, beautiful blowing instruments. They are all imitations of that flute of Kṛṣṇa. Well, every day, God used to come to the garden. "Love you, love you." "Lord, we love you, we are Thine." The bamboo said, "My Lord, I love you." Again, after some years, God came with His hands behind His back. The bamboo was making an idea. "Dear God, what do you have in mind? What do you have in your hands?" "My dear Bamboo, I love you. I trust you. Only you can do it." "What, not? Do you want my arm or my finger?" God said, "No, I need your big trunk." "The whole trunk?" "Yes." "Why? What mistake did I make?" "No, you haven't made a mistake." "Then why me always? Look, there's a cherry tree, mango tree, banyan tree, apple, cactus." God said, "Dear Bamboo, there is one countryside where there has been a drought for a few years, no water." "But God, what should I do? You chip off my trunk, and they will have water? I don't have water in my tongue." God said, "Yes, they will get water." "Then please do it, my Lord. Painful or not painful, I am Thine. But explain to me. How? Why?" God said, "My dear bamboo, there is lots of snow and glaciers in the mountains. Constantly, water is melting from the snow and glaciers and flowing. But it flows into deep crevasses and goes somewhere into the ground. I will cut your trunk and put it in two parts to make a channel. I will place you from one rock to another rock, and water will flow through you to the land. All will get water: birds, animals, humans, fields, and trees." The bamboo said, "My Lord, I am Thine. Do what you like. But don't let me be alone. Let me be in your garden." God said, "I promise you, my dear bamboo, you are mine." And the bamboo said, "I am Thine, Lord." And God put these bamboos in two parts and made a big, nice channel. Water began to flow—what we call the rivers. These are all rivers which flow from the mountains. It is a dedication of that bamboo, that miracle of God. We love Him. I remember one story in the Bible. Jesus had a very hard time and despaired, sitting somewhere in the desert. He was crying, "Why me, Lord?" He said, "My son, I trust in you. Only I can give my duty to whom I trust." "But I cannot. I have no strength." He said, "That's why I will be in you as strength." And so God is our strength. Let life be surrendered. Life is not easy. Especially, the spiritual path is not easy. Look at the holy friends from Assisi. How hard his life was. People were throwing stones at him, blaming him as if he were schizophrenic. But now we have the church in his name. So, my dear, hold on, be strong. The victory will be yours until the last minute. Don't give up. Tomorrow I will tell you another beautiful story, which is connected with great pain but also with great success. Therefore, it is said, "My Lord, I will be Thine. I will be Thine, O My Lord. Devotees may come and devotees may go. But my Lord, I will be Thine. I may go far, farther than the stars. But still, my Lord, I will be Thine. Not only this, O Lord, even when I die, look into my eyes; they will say mutely to you, I will be Thine." That one will become like that, divine. Others, we are selfish. We are selfish like when we eat plums and spit the stone out. But we don't spit; that stone is the essence of that tapasyā. So that is what the spiritual lead is. Do not look at me. Don't look at her, but we know where we belong. Don't look at the bamboo, but drink that milk, that water. Don't see that little piece of bamboo, but that flute. That flute needs the Lord. That needs the Master. When the Master blows the bamboo, birds and butterflies begin to dance and sing. And if I blow, the birds will fly away. So, I wish you all the best. Dīp Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān, Dev Puruṣa Mahādeva, Mādhav Kṛṣṇa Bhagavān, Sanātana Dharma. We have prayer every evening, and we will do the prayer now. After the prayer, we have some artists who came here, and they will play something for us. Śrī Dīp Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān, Kī Jaya, Paramahaṁśrī Svāmī Maheśvarānandajī Gurudeva, Kī Jaya, Oṁ Sattva Gurudeva, Kī Jaya.