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Good evening and welcome, all dear ones, dear brothers and sisters and spiritual seekers around the world. This is a very historic meeting in this beautiful place, in this beautiful hall. It is the last program of this year, 2013, and we will meet again in 2014, as divine destiny leads us. I am always happy to give you new techniques, new practices, and to update old programs. Many of you here are senior Yoga Day Life teachers and organizers; we have been together for decades. Many others have been here for just one, two, or half a year. I know you care about your spiritual development and are searching for that inner peace and the way to Brahmaloka. It is not so easy, yet on the other hand, it is very easy. Many times in satsaṅg, our Satguru Dev, Swami Madhavānandjī, Holī Gurujī said, "Ek sājé sab sājé." Understand? If we proceed in this way, we achieve. So, ek sājé sab sājé. When you do one kind of sādhanā, follow one master, one way—hold on to one. Rāgaskogy ahoz az egyhez. Then you can master everything. If you try to do this and that and many things, you will lose all. Through one, you get all. By doing many things, you lose all. I know many, throughout this year and last, have been trying things called magic, or that technique, or this technique—going to one astrologer, then another, to one magician, then another. Or one who says, "I see the angels," while others say, "I see the donkeys," or "I see the Draculas." What is that? What do you gain from it? In the end, nothing. Negative energy, negative magics—all this is your inner production. Astrology is very good, but just for your information, to know you are on this path and to know where to be careful so you do not lose your way. Many people begin other techniques, and then again, it amounts to nothing. I can tell you this, though of course I do not wish to disturb you. I do not want to pull you toward me, but you should have faith inside. Your inner search, your inner struggle can only be solved, and the destination can only be achieved, through one thing: our Siddha Pīṭham. Akkor lehet elérni, ha a Siddhapītā áldása által haladsz. Often you think you are sure, then suddenly you change. When change comes, you should wait, but you are not capable of waiting. Now, I do not see, and you do not see, what this means. Let me tell you a very real experience of mine from long ago, around 1978, or '77, or maybe '82—I must look in my inner dictionary. I have told this story many times, but now is the time of Christmas, also the time when our dear Mahāprabhujī went to Brahmaloka. Yet his Saguṇa and Nirguṇa form is within us, always. When you see his form, his picture, he is in saguṇa form in our eyes. As our Gurudev said, "O my Lord, live in my eyes." What does it mean? Wherever I look, whomever I see, in every mile I look, Lord, I see you. This was his prayer, Holī Gurujī said. "Deep Dayāl Aran̄jus Sunālijo, O Merciful Mahāprabhujī, listen to my prayer. O Kanyāruletes Mahāprabhujī, halkaz meg imámat. Be merciful to me and bless me with the satsaṅg." Until his last days, Holī Gurujī never changed his way to Mahāprabhujī, because Mahāprabhujī was living in him. And when He is living in him, how could he go? Swami Gajanan made a bhajan in English: "Sometimes I think I will leave you. But how to leave you when you are within me? You live within me." In the beginning of the Līlā Amṛt, Mahāprabhujī is writing—Holī Gurujī is writing—"O Mahāprabhujī, please come and dwell in my heart, in my eyes, O Mahāprabhujī, in every day of my dreams, please, you come." What did he not ask for? Everywhere he realized Mahāprabhujī, where Gurujī met Mahāprabhujī between about 1935 and 1940. How many years did he live with Mahāprabhujī until 1963? And until his last breath, his consciousness was dwelling in the nirguṇa and saguṇa form of Mahāprabhujī. Whatever Mahāprabhujī did, it was divine for Holī Gurujī. You can read everything: Mahāprabhujī’s look, smile, walk, shoes, the holy dust from his feet—everything is pure, divine. Such unity he had with Mahāprabhujī, yet still he was asking, "Please, please be with me. Mahāprabhujī, never a second should enter doubt or separation in me towards you." Like the great saint Sūrdās said, "O my Lord, please do not consider my mistakes. You are known as a one-vision man, equal vision to all. If you wish, my Lord, you can let me cross this ocean of ignorance." And so on in this bhajan. There was one day he came; it was the 5th of December. In 1963, Mahāprabhujī left his physical body. According to the European calendar, we have two kinds of satsaṅgs in memory of our Mahāprabhujī and Gurujī: one according to the moon astrological calendar, the Jyotiṣ, and one on these fixed dates of the European calendar. At that time, there were limited disciples. In Vienna, in Mahāprabhujī’s ashram, Shikaneda Gassin, we had satsaṅg every time. There were also some from ex-Yugoslavia, from Novi Sad and Belgrade. All in all, about 30 people were there. We had a prayer, I gave the satsaṅg talking about Mahāprabhujī, and then we had a whole night mantra practice and meditation. We couldn't sing the whole night in Vienna, in the middle of the city, due to the neighbors. In India, we would put big loudspeakers on the roof so not only the whole of Vienna but all the way to Wiener Neustadt would listen. They were sitting, practicing mantra, each with a picture of Mahāprabhujī in front. Out of 30, about 18 people had tears in their eyes, with a feeling of devotion, bhakti to Mahāprabhujī, wondering, "Why did Mahāprabhujī leave us?" It was a very beautiful atmosphere, and I felt great love and devotion from all bhaktas. Around twelve or one o'clock, I told them good night and went to my room to rest. After an hour, I was sitting meditating again. That was Tantra Vāstal—between sleep and awakened. Perhaps I was just sleeping, and then Mahāprabhujī appeared. He blessed me and asked, "Mahesh, how are you? I am with you. Any wish?" What could I wish in that situation? I always love my bhaktas more than anything. So I said spontaneously in my meditation, in my vision, "Mahāprabhujī, as you give me darśan now, look—your bhaktas are in the room. They have so much devotion and love for you. They are praying, repeating your name. Please, can you give them darśan too?" And Mahāprabhujī said, "These tears are not real." Some days will disappear. And Mahāprabhujī went away. Guru Vakya, the words of the Gurudev, come true sooner or later. The moon and sun may change direction, but the Guruvākyas will never change direction. They will come back to us one day. And it is true. Out of them, three remain. Two passed away, and one is myself. Mahāprabhujī’s words are always eternal, immortal, the final truth—not mere imagination. This becomes a dangerous situation again. Many say in the group, "Swamiji said..." or "He can’t come to me now, but in a dream he appeared and said, 'I tell you this, you must tell the people to follow this.' Yes, you must say yes, don't say no. Please, there are ten numbers, and I’ll do numbers, Swamijī." This person said you gave instructions in a dream to do this and that. Can we do it? You know what answer you will get. Similarly, "Mahāprabhujī came, Mahāprabhujī said this." You should be sure in which heart, in which consciousness He will dwell. As long as I live in a physical body, I will not distract you through dreams. Perhaps through written letters, telephone, Skype, or through someone sent with a message. There are many sitting here playing some kind of cards every day. Someone is playing with pendants. So many people every day put pendants on my picture with positive thinking, that I must warn Swamiji if it’s good or bad energy, or what happened to Swamiji, and that near his stomach there’s a little pain. One day I was sleeping, and above me I saw the pain of that pain—like the Jīvanmukta Janakvidehī. He was known as a Jīvanmukta, liberated while living. They hung a sword over him with a very thin thread; anytime it could break, but he was not nervous, sitting and giving satsaṅgs. That is a jīvanmukta. If you hang something over me, I will remain seated, but I will put this table over me. So, my dear, do not run here and there. Everything is good. Cards are good, numerology is good, astrology is good. But you have one Mahāprabhujī and Gurujī. What more do you want? If you want more, then you have this, Swami Swāmījī. You are not happy, but it doesn’t matter. One day, it will become that symbol for you. Holding one, practicing one, you will get everything. Doing everything, you will lose everything. There is a poem Gurujī used to say, very nice, but I forgot it. I remember the meaning, but not how to formulate it as a poem. He gave an example of this point: ek sajé, sab sajé... I forgot the second part. I hope to find it in some of Gurujī’s videos. For example, Gurujī said when you give water to one plant or tree at the roots, in one trunk, the whole tree—all leaves, blossoms, fruits—gets water. On the other hand, if you take a bucket of water and put a little on every leaf, the leaves will not get water. The trunk will die, and all leaves die. You lose everything. Therefore, the Sāttvic, Sāthya-Sāttvic path is advisable for us. So, the end of this year, this month, is very soon. Make a calculation: How many negative thoughts, feelings, words, and actions have you had? And how many good, positive, loving thoughts have you had? These two chapters are in front of you. What do you imagine you will get? The winner will be where the majority lies. If only one thought was more negative, even if otherwise equal, then the majority is deemed in power. I don’t know if it’s true, but it is said there was a voting on which language should be the world language: French or English? Which was it—French, English, or German-English? German-English, thank you. One vote was more for English. And who gave that extra vote? Was it the German one? Yes, he gave it to the French. So it is like that. In an election, there is also a majority; one point is one point. In the Olympics, one point makes a gold medal winner; others get silver or bronze. So the calculation of the whole year comes before us, delivered under the Christmas tree. Don’t be surprised. Sit there, look at the tree, and look at your face in your inner mirror. My dear, our success or loss is in our hands. Practice, practice, practice. Guruvākyā—when asked what it means, many misunderstand. All the holy Vedas are Guruvākyā. All the śruti is Guruvākya. All holy books are Guruvākya. The Bible—what is the Bible? The Gospel of the Master, the words of the Master to his disciples, giving lectures in different places, preaching on hills, at riverbanks, on desert hills, etc. What the disciples remembered, they wrote. Master said to disciples, Guru said to Śiṣya—the language differs, but Master or Guru is the same. So the Bible is a Guruvākya, if exactly that. The Bhagavad Gītā is a Guruvākya. Thanks to God, in that perfect language of Sanskrit, no one is able to change it—perfect language, grammar, poetry, unchangeable. When we write an article or book, it can be changed in the next edition. But the Vedas, Upanishads, and Bhagavad Gītā cannot be changed. You can change the commentary, but not the reality. That is the evidence, and that is called Guruvākyā. According to those literatures, all saints are talking, and therefore their saint’s words are also Guru Vakya. Gurujī said, "Sabgat mera saiyan"—in every heart is my Lord, my God. "Sabgat mera saiyan, koigat khali nai"—no heart is empty. It doesn’t matter if it’s the smallest creature. "Balihārīs ghaṭakī"—but our adoration is to that heart. "Prakatboleai"—that Lord Himself comes, appears in that heart, and talks through that person. "I am not the doer." At that time, He is talking in us, as Mahāprabhujī said in a bhajan: "My Gurudev is talking in me." A master and disciple were walking with one saṅkalpa, or principle: wherever the sunset is, they would go no further. They would stay there overnight—no matter if city, village, jungle; raining, hot, or cold. When the sun sets, wherever they are, they settle there. Once they came to a small city, maybe like Szombathely (though Szombathely is now bigger). About a kilometer after, the sunset was. So the master and disciple decided to rest there. The master gave money to his disciple, saying, "Go to the village and buy something to eat." The disciple went. Szombathely has a good market with different things to buy. He bought something like bread and butter, and he saw ice cream, so with half the money he bought ice cream, and with the other half, bread and butter. In reality, he bought different things, but I’ll say ice cream—something cheap, junk food that disciples want. He bought different things for the Master and himself. He came back. The Master said, "Oh, what did you buy?" He said, "Gurudev, this is for you, and this is for me." The Master asked, "What caused this, and what caused this?" The disciple said, "Gurudev, I’m very fair. I divided the money exactly half-half. This cost that much, half the money, and that cost also half the money." Gurudev said, "This junk food and this good organic healthy food have the same price?" "Yes, Master. In this city, whatever you buy, it has the same price. I saw a one-euro shop where anything costs one euro." The Master said, "Anything you buy is only the same price? There is no value in quality. We should not stay in this village. Let’s go." The disciple said, "Gurudev, you are a Gurudev, and you break your promise? You don’t follow the principle, Gurudev." Gurujī said, "Yes, where everything is equal, with no differences between a donkey and a horse, or a rabbit and a cow, let’s go." The disciple said, "Master, I’m tired and disappointed. You broke your promise, your saṅkalpa. I’m tired and hungry. Allow me to sleep here, and in the morning I will join you." Gurujī said, "Okay, as you like. But take care: if anyone asks you, 'Is it yours?' don’t say yes." The disciple said, "Master, it’s hard. It belongs to me, and if I say no, I’m lying." "I know, but it is a Guruvākyā." The master left. The disciple was happy he would sleep long till sunrise, that Gurujī would not wake him at 3 o’clock for Brahmamuhūrta meditation, to bring water, or bathe in the river. In the night, a thief or murderer came. The man put his shoes near the sleeping disciple, who was tired and sleeping deeply, and took the disciple’s shoes. He went to a small palace, a little duke like a king, to steal something. They caught him, woke him, and took him to the king. The king said, "Hang him." They asked his last wish. He said, "Yes, before you hang me, I want to see my Gurudev." The king asked, "What? A Gurudev? A disciple? Who is your Gurudev? Did he teach you this?" "No, but my wish—where is your Gurudev?" He told the whole story. The king sent people to bring his Gurudeva. He went to the king and then talked to his disciple. The disciple said, "Gurudev saved my life." Gurudev said, "I told you: if anyone asks you anything, even about your body, say, 'God says, my body.' So you humiliated the Guruvākyā, but still, my duty is to save your life." "There is an iron nail or piece of iron. When thrown in water, it sinks. The same piece of wood, if we fix the iron to it and throw it in water, what happens? It floats on the surface. Why? They ask the water, 'Why?' The water says, 'Even if he is with iron, through my own body I fed this wood to grow. So it is mine. I cannot let him sink. Those who are with him will also flutter underwater and cross the ocean.'" So Gurudev said, "Now you must follow one Guru Vākya." The disciple said, "Gurudev, in any minute they will hang me. What will Vākya do for me anymore?" Gurudev said, "Many minutes? Even one second is a long time." "So what to do? What is your vākyād?" "I will tell them, 'Please hang me up.' And you will say, 'No, please hang me up.' We will fight. 'Let me go there.' 'No, let me go there.' So they’ll begin a fight: 'I want to be hanged.' 'No, I want to be hanged.'" The king thought, "Are they crazy? Fighting for death?" He sent someone to ask what was happening. Gurudev said, "Don’t disturb me. The constellation will be gone." (Now all astrological people are happy—at least Swamiji supports the constellation. I do also follow.) They said, "What do you mean?" Gurudev said, "Just now, the chair of King Indra in heaven is empty. Whoever dies this minute will go straight to heaven and be King Indra. Don’t waste my time—hang me up." The man ran to the king and said, "King, this is a matter. Yes, yes." "Throw them out. Hang me up. Kick them out." He went and said, "No, run away from here, get out." And the king said, "Let me hang." I hope they did not hang him, but it seems they did. So, Guru Vakya—you never know how it functions, where it functions. A disciple must have faith in Gurudeva. You know the story of the revenge between the snake and the disciple; I will tell you next time. My dear, sādhanā and faith in Guru Vajra. It doesn’t matter who your Gurudeva is; in his words and in his heart is that Divine One. What you promise, you should keep. Follow. There are many tales which many saints and Gurujī told. Poems, stories, and drama are the best way to understand, except for a complicated scientist or mathematician. Our dear Lakṣman Purī from Zagreb is a mathematician; tomorrow, or after this lecture, he must talk to Dr. Radha to solve a mathematical problem. We have no problems, but he has created a problem to solve problems. Therefore, this satsaṅg today is a very historic end of this year, at least on calendars. And soon, the 5th of December is coming, Mahāprabhujī’s anniversary. Wherever you are, please hold satsaṅg in ashrams. I think next Thursday, in Vienna, there will be a satsaṅg for a few hours on Mahāprabhujī’s Mahāsamādhi, webcast from 7:30. Very soon, Christmas is coming—a cultural festival many Europeans are connected to. I wish you a blessed and happy Christmas. We will also have a Christmas satsaṅg in Strelka, Vienna. On the 24th, Christmas, I will be in India. I also wish you a very successful, prosperous, happy, and healthy New Year. Our coming together always updates something. We are a happy family. Mahāprabhujī protects us. We wish for many, many satsaṅgs together. And we would like to say, many, many satsaṅgs, one more time.