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Om ānandam param sukhadam kevalam jñānamūrtam dvandvātītam gagana sadṛśyam tasmād eka lakṣyam nityam vimalam achalam sarvādhiṣakṣibhūtam bhavati tam mātriguṇarahitam, Satguru tam namāmi, Om Śāntiḥ, Śāntiḥ, Śāntiḥ. Devadidev Alagpurījī Mahādev kī Jaya. Devadidev Deveśvar Mahādev kī Jaya. Deep Nārāyaṇ Bhagavān Kī Jai, Hindu Dharmaṁ Samvardhan, Satguru Svāmī Madhavānandjī Bhagavān Kī Jai, Satya Sanātana Dharma Kī Jai, Bhārata Mātā Kī Jai. Blessed self, dear brothers, sisters, and spiritual seekers around the world and here. Today is a very significant and great day, as it marks the incarnation of our beloved Satguru Dev, Hindu Dharma Saṁbhāraṭ Satguru Swāmī Madhavānandjī Mahārāj, whom many in Europe knew as Holy Gurujī. This is the day a great light descended upon this planet. There are two kinds of incarnations: Nimit and Nitya. Nimits come for specific operations in different yugas and then depart. Nityāvatāra means that every day on this globe, some divine soul or saint comes to bless all creation, praying for everyone. Today is such a beautiful day. Thank you, Nirvāṇ Purī, for your kind words and organization, along with your wife Nārāyaṇī, your brother Pūrṇānand, Vidyā, and all who worked hard to organize this seminar and retreat. Thank you as well to our dear Matajī Bhatt, who spoke so nicely. We were together for a week, which was a great opportunity and a first for such an extended time. It was very good. Also, thank you to Veṅkaṭeśvara. I wish you health and happiness for a long, long life. You have taught and shown us the harmony between husband and wife. In this Kali Yuga, it is very hard to achieve the golden day of the wedding, the Adhūṣilvar. Nowadays, marriages hardly last a decade. This shows the difference between the great people of past generations and the present one. We also thank our dear Swāmī Dayāpurī, whom we call Māṭājī Dayāpurī. She has now decided to bring the light of Gurudev to China, where we have bhaktas in different places. In India, every woman is called "Mātājī"—mother. When you see a woman approximately the age of your mother, or about 25 years older, you call her mother. This establishes a relationship; she accepts you as a child, and you accept her as a mother. That woman will never do anything against you, and you will never do anything against her because you have accepted her as your mother. If a woman is about 10 to 20 years older than you, you call her sister—behenjī. Now you have a sisterly relationship. You should behave accordingly. Any girl you meet for the first time is like a sister. You will not do anything bad and will always help her as your sister, and she will help you as your brother. For those younger, you say without hesitation, "My child, my daughter, my son"—beta or beti. You will protect that young girl or boy as your own child. You have the right to make corrections and be strict. For instance, if young people are smoking and an elderly person tells them to stop, they will obey. In India, when young people see an elder, they hide their cigarettes out of respect. This is the relationship: mother, sister, and child. Indian culture unites, not divides, and leaves no room for negative thoughts. To think of marrying someone you call sister or daughter is a sin. Once you say "daughter," she remains your daughter forever. A sister has the right to correct you, and as an elder, you protect and guide the younger ones. This principle exists even among animals. If we follow it, there will be no problems in the world. Our girls will feel happy, free, and loving toward all brothers, fathers, and mothers. This is ancient Indian culture. I am not humiliating Western culture; it was once very strict, with strong ethical, moral, and spiritual principles. Unfortunately, at the beginning of the last century, things deteriorated. What is considered freedom now is not true freedom. Many suffer, are unhappy, disappointed, and lead painful lives because they do not understand what a husband or wife truly is. Every religion says, "I will be thine" in marriage. Marriage means merging into one—it is one bird with two wings. The souls of wife and husband become one, and their bodies are like two wings to fly to Brahmaloka. Pati, patnī, ek mātā, ho svarg meṁ satā. Husband and wife of one mind have power in heaven. The question is how future generations will continue. There is only one hope: women can save the world and bring peace. Woman power will bring the light, air, and energy of Satya Yuga. Women will take action; they are fed up and will take matters into their own hands. They will tell the husband, "Sit down. Stand up. Sit down seven times." That will be the perfect wedding. In the past, the couple walked around the fire seven times, with the wife leading three times and the husband four. Now it will be different—a test to be learned. Thank you all for your hard work. Our dear Swāmī Umāpurī has also been greatly helping, doing seva, and sending messages. We thank and bless Umāpurījī. Let us learn about forgiveness today. Forgiveness is hard; you may not forget, but you can forgive. When you realize you have forgiven, like a mother who says, "Okay, I forgive you," to her child, it brings relief. We should have the heart of a mother, a father, a loving sister, and the mercy and protection of a big brother. Forgiveness is a relief, a treatment, a healing power for the heart. It heals wounds honestly and faithfully. Today, faithfulness is challenged because the atmosphere outside has changed, and in some countries, this atmosphere has entered families. Can you imagine a father marrying a daughter, or a brother and sister marrying? Is this not Kali Yuga? This should not begin. There are many other girls and boys from far away to marry and be happy with. We must overcome this Kali Yuga through learning. There is a story of two happy friends, a girl and a boy, neighbors who went to school, college, and university together. They decided not to pursue a relationship until after their studies, treating each other as siblings until then. They were very close, like a married couple, but never went on holidays alone or shared a bedroom. After their studies, they married happily. However, after two or three months, the wife became offended, and their relationship was mentally disturbed. Every morning, they would say good morning while looking away from each other. Outside, they appeared a happy couple, but at home, they did not speak for years. They never thought of divorce, believing it was their karma to overcome. Only three months of their marriage were happy, and the rest was to overcome karmas. After some years, their golden jubilee arrived. The husband invited his wife for a holiday at a beautiful hotel. He asked the staff to prepare a special breakfast for their anniversary. They sat at a table with an umbrella, cake, and candles. He said, "Darling, today is our golden jubilee." She replied, "I know." He wished her a happy anniversary, and they helped each other. As she cut bread with a butter knife, he asked, "Dear, can you tell me what disturbs you? We have been married 50 years." She said, "For me, it's not a golden jubilee. You have always been selfish. I hoped you would change after marriage, but you didn't." He asked how he was selfish. She explained, "Whenever we had bread, you always took the first, crispy part and gave me only the soft middle. I wanted something crispy too." The husband replied, "Darling, let's change plates. From now on, the first part is yours." They exchanged plates, and she said, "Darling, today is our new wedding day." A little misunderstanding can cause a lifetime of problems. It is better to speak clearly and say, "Forgive me, I'm sorry." Forgiveness is the remedy for a happy family, joint family, and couples. Divorcing and seeking new relationships does not bring anything new; women and men are fundamentally the same. If you divorce, you may never forgive yourself and will live in self-torture. This is the coming Satyuga. Women will bring harmony, peace, and love. If women decide, there will be no more wars. Mothers educate children from childhood. The current problems arise because mothers have been unable to educate children in ethical, spiritual, and social principles. Without social education, society goes wrong. Our retreat and seminar were harmonious and peaceful. Thank you, organizers. I bless you and hope you continue practicing. I am getting younger, so I do not know if I will make another world tour. We will see. Today is the day of our beloved Satguru Dev, Hindu Dharma Samrāṭ Satguru Swāmī Madhavānandajī. You may have read the Līlā Amṛt book by our Gurujī, where he writes about Mahāprabhujī, Devapurījī, and mentions Alakapurījī. From a young age, Gurujī longed for spirituality and God, meditated deeply, and attended satsaṅgs. He met Mahāprabhujī, who blessed him. Gurujī was the epitome of discipline and devotion. Every breath was a remembrance of Mahāprabhujī: Śvāso śvāsaya āpaka sumiran—every inhalation and exhalation, I repeat thy name, oh Mahāprabhujī. Gurujī performed many divine līlā and miracles but never claimed greatness, always attributing everything to Mahāprabhujī. I met Gurujī in 1965 and stayed with him for many years, witnessing his divine energy. Sometimes, while sleeping in the same room, I saw a strong light coming from under his blanket, like fire. When I alerted him, he would calmly say, "Sleep." Gurujī had many siddhis. One day, Mahāprabhujī told him, "Madhavānandjī, wish for anything—siddhi, perfection, money, kingdom." Gurujī replied, "If you bless me, my only wish is that in every life, whether reborn or in astral form, I remain your disciple, servant, and devotee. I need nothing else." Holy Gurujī had many bhaktas across India and later came to Europe. Today is the day of his incarnation. For ordinary beings, we say "birth," but for a holy saint, it is an "incarnation." Devotion, not intellect, is key. Tons of theory are nothing compared to a grain of practice. Devotion leads to success; otherwise, this human birth is wasted. Love resides in the heart and mind as devotion. Negative thoughts toward anyone are a minus point; respect and adoration are plus points. Gurudev and Gurujī were very kind yet strict with me. If a master is not strict, the disciple will not progress. Being too soft means the disciple will not understand and may leave. In India, when buying a clay pot, we tap it to check for cracks. A complete pot resonates clearly; a cracked one does not. Similarly, a master tests disciples. Sometimes, he may give a stick or pull ears even without a mistake, to see if the disciple remains steadfast. A broken pot is rejected; some things cannot be repaired. There is a poem: Rahiman dhāgā prem kā, mat todo chitkayā. Tutā phir jude nahi, aur jude to gāṁṭ pad jāy. O Rahim Dās, the thread of love is fragile—do not break it with a little misunderstanding. Once broken, it cannot be joined seamlessly; a knot will remain. You might say, "I tried to forgive, but you are the same." Therefore, the thread should not break. It is said: better to milk one cow that gives abundant milk than a hundred sheep. One lion is worth a thousand foxes. Gurujī was strict but sweet inside. Another example: when a potter shapes clay on a wheel, he supports the inside with cloth while beating the outside to shape it. Similarly, Gurudev supports you from within your heart with love, while training you outwardly. A disciple who overcomes doubts succeeds; doubts create cracks that are hard to repair. Gurujī gave me everything he had. He slept only two or three hours, spending the rest in mantra repetition. People asked why such a perfected saint needed to do sādhanā. He replied, "I am doing it for Maheśa. Whatever I do goes to Maheśvara." Even when unwell, he continued, saying he could not rest if Maheśa was in trouble. A Guru is supreme; even God cannot do what a Guru does. Guru Brahma, Guru Viṣṇu, Guru Deva Maheśvara, Guru Sākṣāt Parabrahma, Tasmai Śrī Gaṇeśa. Now, about Alagpurījī. We have our paramparā, our spiritual lineage, just as you have a lineage from your father, grandfather, and so on. Where are our roots? When seeking a spiritual master, we seek connection to our roots. As long as I am alive, I do not call myself a guru. My guru is the Gurudev on the altar—not a picture or photo, but a living presence who listens and guides. Some become self-made masters without naming their guru, putting up their own pictures. They have no roots or background. Claiming to be a surgeon but only cutting nails makes one a nail cutter, not a surgeon. Mahodīgurujī was completely devoted to Mahāprabhujī. As long as your guru lives, you should not give mantras and act as a guru, or you will lose energy and power, and the disciple will not succeed. There should be one guru with millions of disciples. When the master passes and chooses a successor, all should follow that successor, not splinter into many. This has been a problem in Kali Yuga with many lineages. For instance, Swami Śivānanda had one successor, Chidānanda, but some in America declared themselves masters, creating branches and losing the roots. In Christianity, Catholics have one pope; when he dies, the chair is covered until the next is chosen. Orthodox churches have patriarchs. Every lineage has its master. Harigurujī was devoted to Mahāprabhujī, who was devoted to Devapurījī. Devapurījī met Ālakpurījī in the Himalayas. Recently, Dr. Shanti called from Badrinath near Alagpurījī's Guffā, the last village between China and India. A 97-year-old lady there saw a man walking above the earth in a white dhoti, kurta, and turban, moving toward Satyapat. I explained this was Devapurījī, not Alagpurījī. Dr. Shanti, a retired dental surgeon and swami, has researched Alak Purījī for 12 years. Alak Purījī existed in Satyuga and is an embodiment of Śiva. Gurujī only told me he was in the Himalayas. I wanted to know my roots for my disciples. Ālagpurījī appeared in my visions three times, and Dr. Shanti had similar visions; our descriptions matched. Alagpur is his kingdom. Kubera, the treasurer of God, resides in a Himalayan mountain there. The north-east is Kubera's corner for prosperity; the south-east is fire. Vāstu Śāstra dictates sleeping directions and door placements. Alāgapurījī lived in the capital of this kingdom, from where all miracles originate. This past April and May, I went to the Himalayas and found his cave. We stayed two nights; I slept in the cave while others camped. It is a rock shelter; we added a small wall and door. The Indian government is strict as it is forest land, so no permanent structures are allowed. We plan to take bhaktas there with tents and chemical toilets. We hope to claim the cave, as the holy river Alaknanda originates there. The Alaknanda flows to Badrinath and meets the Bhagīrathī river at Dev Priyag, forming the complete Gaṅgā. This Saṅgam is like Īḍā and Piṅgalā meeting to form Suṣumnā. The river is named Alaknanda after the divine mother Nandā Devī, whose temple is nearby. The Saraswati river also merges with it. Next year, I plan to return. The site is about 4,000 meters high, with beautiful but challenging terrain. We used horses for luggage and a chariot carried by four people for me due to my knees and the need to acclimatize to the oxygen. During prayers in the cave—which fits about 10 people—a bhakta went out and saw lightning in the mountains despite clear skies. She was frightened, but I explained it was Alagpurījī's Māyā. The next day, others including Umbapurī saw the same phenomenon. When I went to look, it had stopped, so I said Alagpurījī's light is in my heart. Badrinath is an ancient Vishnu temple where millions go for darśan. It is open only briefly each year due to weather and landslides in the young Himalayan mountains. The head priest invited me inside close to the pūjā, along with seven or eight bhaktas. We received light, flower malas, and prasāda. The CEO then invited me to his office and, when I mentioned Ālagpurījī, recommended reading the book Meghadūta by a famous Sanskrit poet who lived 2,200 years ago (200 BCE), which describes Ālagpurījī. He advised two things for my stay: until June 15, make no fire, and between 12 and 1 AM, do not sleep but observe the sky. I asked about a lamp or agarbatti, which was allowed, but no cooking fire. We brought dry fruits and fruits. I made a dhūni fire for warmth. We sat outside observing the stunning sky, stars, and galaxies, listening to the reverberating sound of the Alaknandā river. The second night was rainy, but we stayed out. Some say Yakṣas and Apsarās appear with music and dancing; we did not see that, but the spiritual energy was profound. I will try to go again next year. To my disciples and future disciples, you are fortunate that your spiritual roots extend millions of years, not just thousands. We are connected to the Alak Purīṣis, Siddha Pīṭha Paramparā. Jai Bhagawānī. Jai Jai.