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Śrīdīp Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān Kī Jai! Prabhu Seva, Āpa Chodha Bhavanāke Rāja Karuṇ, Nitya Seva Guru Jī Vachara Vichara, Viśva Āpa Kodhyāve, Guru Jī Vachara Vichara, Viśva. Prabhu-seva apachodabhavanake rāja-karuṇita-seva rāma-mūraka-yagata-pākaṇḍa-bhauta-sādhyāve. Eka sacca śabda nahīṁ lagyā, kā dhunāṁ pāve? Eka sacca śabda nahīṁ lagyā, koj kā pāve? Māyā arjā karū karjo rasuno Gurū Devājī. Māyā Arjā Karu Karjo Rasuno Guru Deva Suno Jī. Guru Deva, Āpa Jina Loka Ke Nāja Karu Prabhu Seva. Āpa Jodha Bhavanā Ke Rāja Karu Nitya Seva Deva. Bhava Sāgara Kī Tīra Haṁsa Gavarave Gurudeva, Kare Jaba Merā Pāra Hoya Jāve. Māyā Arjā Karuṇ Karjo Rasuno Gurudevajī, Seva. Sādho mana, bhūdhi, ahāṁkāra, citta-bharaṁ āve. In sābhako de citta-kāyā nirāṁ jāna pāve. Māyā Arjā Karuṇ Karjora Suno Gurudevajī. Māyā Arjā Karuṇ Karjorā Suno Gurudeva Suno Jī Gurudeva Āpti Nāloka Kenāṭ Karuṇ Prabhu Sevā. Āpti Nāloka Kenāṭ Karuṇ Prabhu Sevā. This is a story about Kṛṣṇa. Well, not all about Kṛṣṇa, but he is the main figure. Once upon a time—wait a moment—are you ready? Śrīdīp Nārāyaṇa Bhagavānakī? Nobody said anything. Śrīdīp Nārāyaṇa Bhagavānakī? Okay. There was once an old lady and an old man. They were always praying to Kṛṣṇa. They were quite poor and had one child who was only seven years old. Every day, the mother and father would pray to Kṛṣṇa. One day, because his parents were quite old, the father said, "Now I have to go," as he was sick and was going to heaven. He said, "I have to go now, but Kṛṣṇa will take care of you." His wife said, "Yes, yes, I know you have to go, and you are going to heaven. I am sure Kṛṣṇa will take care of you." Then the lady was there with the boy, living in the house. They were quite poor; they only had one cow. From the milk of that cow, they used to buy food. They would sell the milk and buy food to eat. But the mother was praying all day, every day to Kṛṣṇa. Eventually, that boy, because he was already seven years old, had to go to school. The school was quite far from where they lived, and the path went through a very thick jungle. There was just a small trail to get there, and it was a jungle with many wild animals—not like here, not like in Střílká, but lions and tigers; this was an Indian jungle. He started to walk to school, but it was very scary because there were too many animals, and he could hear them. He went back to his mother and said, "I do not want to go to school; it is too scary." She said, "Do not worry, tomorrow you can go, and your brother will go with you." He said, "What brother? I do not have any brother. I am the only child. You never told me that I had a brother." She said, "Yes, yes... you have a big brother. He lives in the forest. When you go into the forest, you should just call him, and he will come. He will take care of you and walk you through the forest. You should know his name. His name is Rākhal Rājā." Rākhal Rājā. He thought in the morning he would go and try. In the nighttime and in the morning, of course, his mother was, as usual, praying to whom? Kṛṣṇa, yes. So he went in the morning—I hope you remember that name, Rākhal Rājā. What is the name? You do not need to remember. Do not remember. So, the next morning he went to the forest. He started to walk inside, where the trees were, and he got scared like the day before. Then he thought, "Well, my mother said I have to call out to my brother. I have to call out his name." But he thought, "I have forgotten what it is. What is it? Rākolarāja, yes." So he started to call out, "Rākolarāj, Rākolarāj, please come, please come." He was calling two or three times, and then from out of the jungle, from behind the trees, came one very tall boy. He had a peacock feather in his hair and a flute in his hand. Do you know who it was? Yes, probably it was. The boy said, "Who are you?" And he said, "You called me now. I am your brother. I am going to walk you to school." He was very, very happy. Can you imagine? Now he found out that he had a big brother, and he could safely walk through the jungle. Best of all, he could go to school. So he went to school with the boy, with Rākhal Rāj, and when he was coming back home again, he got into the jungle. He thought, "Oh, I have to call my brother. What is his name again? I have forgotten. Rākhal Rāj, yes, yes." He called again and again. He came and said, "Yeah, let us go home." The next day he did the same thing, and when he met Rākhal Rāj in the forest, he bought him a present. Rākhal Rāj bought a present for the other boy, so he was even happier. Every day was the same. He would walk to school through the forest and call his big brother, Rākhal Rāj. As soon as he would call, he would come. He would bring him lots of wonderful things: things to eat, sweets, and some gifts or toys. Always, Rākhal Rāj would bring his small brother something. All the way to school and all the way back home, they would talk together, sing songs, and play games. So you can imagine, he must have been very happy. Then one day, the teacher at his school was having a party for his new son's birthday. In India, when they have a function like that for a new child, everybody brings something to give. But the boy's mother was very poor, so she did not have anything that he could take to give. He was a little upset, and he went into the forest feeling sad, but he called out to Rākhal Rāj. Rākhal Rāj came and said, "What is wrong today? Why are you sad?" He said, "Oh, because I have to go to this function, this party, and I do not have anything to take with me. Everybody else will bring things for my teacher, and I do not have anything, so how can I go? Otherwise, everyone will say I did not bring anything." Rākhal Rāj said, "No problem." Somehow, he does not know where from, he just pulled something from behind his back and said, "Take this." It was a small pot with kīr inside, sweet rice. The boy thought, "Okay, it is better than nothing," because it was only very small, a little bit bigger than that. But he hoped it would be magical. He took it and gave it to his teacher. His teacher said, "Thank you very much. That is so wonderful that you brought such a good present." The teacher knew the boy was very poor and could not bring a big present. There was a big pot there, ready for the function, to put the kīr that was being cooked inside. Before they could bring the main kīr, the teacher quickly tipped this little pot inside so that afterwards he could say the boy brought all of this kīr. The other boys and girls from his class were bringing presents and giving them to the teacher. But as soon as the teacher put this tiny little pot of kīr inside the big pot, the pot became full of kīr. He only put in this much, and then just suddenly, the next second, it was completely full. He thought, "This is strange. How is it possible?" Then people started to eat the kīr. It was the best kīr they had ever tasted. People were eating lots and lots, but the pot was still full. There were hundreds of people there, and they were all eating, but it was still full. It is like the well in Nepal. No matter how much you took out, it would stay full. The teacher thought, "This must be something quite magic." He asked the boy, "Where did you get this present which you gave me?" The boy said, "Oh, I got it from my brother in the forest." The teacher said, "But you do not have a brother." The boy said, "Yes, I do." The teacher said, "No, you do not, or else he would have already come to school before. I know that you are the only boy in your house." The boy said, "Yes, yes, I have a brother. His name is Rākhal Rāj, and he lives in the forest." Now the teacher was starting to think this could be something special. He said, "Can I see your brother? Can you show me?" Of course, the boy said, "Yes, yes, of course, let us go." They went into the forest. The boy started calling out, "Rākolarāj, Rākolarāj, please come." But he did not come. He called again, "Rākhalrāj, Rākhalrāj, please come." He was getting a little upset. "Why do not you come? I am calling you. Why do not you come? You always come." The teacher was starting to say, "You are not telling the truth. There is no boy in the forest. Where did you get that pot?" The boy said once again, "Rākhalrāj, please, why do not you come? You always come, and now you are making trouble for me." Then a voice came out of the forest. It was his brother's voice, Rākhal Rāj. He said, "I cannot come." The boy said, "Why can not you come? You always come." He said, "Yes, yes, I come. You know why I come? Who was really Rākhal Rāj? Who was it? Kṛṣṇa. I only come to you when you call me because your mother is always praying to me. But your teacher, who comes with you, never prays to me. How can I show myself to him? I show myself to him? Because he does not pray, so he will not be able to see me anyway, even if I come." The teacher understood immediately. He understood that it must be Kṛṣṇa. He said to the boy, "Okay, it does not matter if I do not see your brother, but now I know who it is." Then the boy went home again with his brother—who was it? I forgot again. He kept going and coming, going to school and playing with his friends. That is the story of Rākhalarāja. Can you imagine if we could have one of these like that? You could just put it in a big pot, and it would go, "Whoosh!" Or with ice cream. You know, the story is somehow a children's story. But where is our jungle? Where is the jungle that we are actually scared to walk through? It is that inner jungle of our own feelings and our emotions—those things which we have inside, which we have repressed and held there for a long time. At some time, we have to walk through that because that is where we learn; that is where we go to get education. And if we call out, then of course the support comes. We are singing again and again the bhajans like "Satguru, Rako Lāj Hamārī" constantly. These bhajans, in one way, are the same thing. We are going in; we are going into ourselves; we are going into areas which are unknown, which can be scary. But if you have confidence that Mahāprabhujī is there with you, then he is with you. And if you are like the teacher, who does not have that faith, does not have that devotion, then you cannot see it. Śrī Dīpnarendra Gwāne Kī Chā Satguru Deva Kī Chā. Śrī Dīpnarendra Gwāne Kī Chā. Prahlārakī Rākṣakī Nī Jāti Agni Men Uvāri Bhāgata, Prahlārakī Rākṣakī Nī Jāti Agni Men Uvāri. Kambabhara Prakatabhaya Swami, Kambabhara Prakatabhaya Swami Chinname Vipadaniwari. Satguru Prakolajahamari Dīnā dāyā lā dāyā gharadāt. O śaraṇa Tumhārī, Sattva-gurū, āko rājē āmārī. Rājē ko dhēra līyō, jala bhītar dhēra nāma bhukhārī. Aja gogela liyon jala vitha, Tera nāma phukārī. Bhakta na kehita kari, Satguru rāgola je amāri. Dīna nāyāla nāyākara rādhādhi, Dīna nāyāla nāyākara rādhādhi. O śaraṇa tumhārī, Satguru rāgola je amāri. Ilāja bachāi bhāri, sābha me mūrārī. Oh śaraṇa tumhārī satā gururatī nirmayī paramiharkinī viṣam niritta karadārī viṣam niritta karadārī ese bhaktananta ubhāriyāī Śraddhā Nāḍī Sattva Guru Śraddhā Nāḍī Sattva Guru... Siddhi Povipříbě. Okay, first the announcement. Just a short announcement. This is for all who have a personal Kriyā from Swāmījī and who understand the English language. Tomorrow morning we have a special event. You have the chance to practice the personal Kriyā, the personal Kriyā, under the guidance of Swāmījī, and you are welcome to come to the Saṅgha hall where the Kriyā Anuṣṭhāna group usually is at 7:30 in the morning. Please be on time. It takes about half an hour. Swāmījī is guiding the Kriyā and, in between, giving lots of commentaries and inspirations, so it is very nice to practice together with Swāmījī. 7:30 tomorrow morning in the Saṅgha Hall, please. Hari Om, I am already on it. Hari Om, Swāmī Yaśarāchī just told me a beautiful story about Lord Kṛṣṇa, and there came to me a true story that I experienced here in Střílká. Swāmī Yaśarāchī Purījī just told me a very beautiful story about Lord Kṛṣṇa, and therefore I came up with a story that I experienced. Swāmī Yaśarāj Purījī told a beautiful story about Lord Kṛṣṇa, so I remembered a story which I have experienced here in Střílká myself. It was about 13 or 14 years ago when I was with my two grandchildren, Govinda and Gopāla, here in Střílká. I came to the park in the morning and saw the two of them playing in front of this big bloodwood tree. I asked them, "What are you doing here?" I came to the park in the morning and saw the two of them playing. In the morning, I came to the park and I saw two children. So I saw them playing there, and I asked them, "What are you doing here?" They told me, "We are preparing the wood for Swāmījī's fire, but there is no more wood here." Then they said, "Look up there on the big tree; there is still a big branch. Can you get it down?" I said, "Oh children, I will not get up there." They were looking up at the tree, saw the big branch there, and asked the grandma, "There is a big branch up there; could you bring it down, please?" I told them I could not climb up there. The satsaṅg before, I remember that Swāmījī was talking to Gaṇeśa about the fact that if you want something, all you have to do is to remember Gaṇeśa, and he will fulfill any of your wishes. The satsaṅg before, I remember that Swāmījī was talking about Lord Gaṇeśa, that if you have any wish, you can remember Gaṇeśajī, and he will fulfill it; he will grant you your wish. So I was praying to Gaṇeśjī. I was asking Gaṇeśjī, "Well, we would need this branch. Could you organize something?" Then I stepped aside and told my boys to go a bit aside too. I collected a few stones and threw them, but I could not throw them well, and nothing came down. So I collected some stones and threw them, but I do not know how to throw them so well, so nothing happened. I could not make it. So, it was Ganeś Purī from Vienna, and what happened? Suddenly, some yogī came, climbed up the tree, pulled the branch down, cleaned his hands, and went away. It was Ganeś Purī from Vienna, and he is here now. He is now here also, so I remember that.