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Tell me, what is the quality of that Sanjīvanī herb and how will its potency be? It was said that it shines at night and is located above that hill. In Anumāna’s heart, there was firm devotion. When there is firm devotion, one has messengers. Those messengers would go far and wide to bring news—the secret spies, as they are called—at that time in both Rāvaṇa’s army and Rāma’s army. Inside them was telepathy, meaning they could communicate from one place to another while sitting apart, just like wireless communication. First, Rāvaṇa said, "There is a beautiful lake near the cave at the edge of the Himalayas. Go near that lake." He said to the demon, "Wow, a big..." Becoming a ṛṣi and going outside, he said, "Hanumān, before taking the Sanjīvanī, you must bathe; otherwise, the Sanjīvanī will not work. It will not have that power." Hanumān Jī thought, "Alright then..." A demon transformed into a crocodile and went inside the lake, capturing Hanumān. There is no deceit within the deceit of a trickster. The demon sat as a crocodile. When Hanumān went to bathe, the crocodile grabbed Hanumān’s leg. But Hanumān, being strong, held him firmly and broke it just like a papad breaks, completely destroying it. When he came back and saw, the rishi was sitting there. Hanumān Jī understood something. What did the demon do in the mixture? He cast such a magical net that all the herbs and plants, all the vaniṣpati, began to shine. What can Hanumān do now? Hanumān Jī observes everything. No one was as intelligent and clever as Hanumān Jī, and no one could be as wise, discerning, and intelligent as Bhagavān Gajanan Ji Maharaj. Therefore, the bestower of spiritual powers (ṛddhi-siddhi) is Bhagavān Ganeśa Ji Maharaj. Hanumān Jī was full of strength and power—he was so powerful that he lifted entire mountains. At the time he set out from Ayodhyā, the only path was the shortcut through the Himalayas. Passing over Ayodhyā, then over Ilāhabād, he proceeded towards Laṅkā, going through southern India. Along the way, some messengers were sent. Those very messengers went to Rāvaṇa and informed him that an enemy of Rāma was approaching. To kill Rāma, Bharata shot an arrow, and it struck Hanumān Jī's leg. For some time, Hanumān Jī descended, repeatedly saying, "Descend, descend." The devotee of my Prabhu is like Bharat arriving. Hanumān Jī knew how dear the meeting between Hanumān Jī and Bharat was. That is why Bhagavān Rāma says, "O Hanumān, you are like my brother Bharat." Bharat says, "Rest, apply some medicine or something," to which Hanumān Jī replies... Today, what Bāva Jī will reveal is about our coming and going. The one who truly comes is the devotee who forgets himself. Hanumān Jī set out, and by then he saw that it was two or three in the night; dawn was about to break. So Bhagavān... You are calming down, and Lakṣmaṇa’s prāṇa is leaving. Hanumān, when will you come? Even Bhagavān is weeping. So brother, who are you? What are you, a mere farmer, a radish? That is why it happens—there is indeed love. If there is no love, then the entire world withers away. Where there is no love, there... When I saw them breaking the maṭkī, they said that they would go and complain to Yaśodā. So they went and sat near Yaśodā. One day, the gopīs caught them—they caught him and tied him up with ropes and strings. He said that Kṛṣṇa would not be able to break this because it is a thread of love, not just any rope. And when the gopī tied him with the thread of love, he went to Yaśodā. Then their companions and friends laughed, saying, "Hey, my friends, within the entire universe..." There is no force that can bind me, but there is one thread—that of love—in which I become entwined; it does not break away from me. The thread of love never breaks. That is why a poet said: if there is paper, I will read it, but fate cannot be read. If it belongs to someone, I will break it, but love cannot be broken. That is the unbreakable love for God. Just as there was such love of Bhagavān Rāma for Lakṣmaṇa. The moon is setting now; the sun is about to rise. Time is slipping away; Lakṣmaṇa’s prāṇa is fading. Hanumān, when will you come to be with us? Bhagavān Rāma says, “I do not know for myself.”