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I came to the Western countries in 1970. Many miracles came to Mahāprabhujī and to me. Millions of people, I would say, received a good consciousness, moving towards happiness, joy, and family well‑being. I came to this place and gave them the path they sought. I have one disciple here, a Kannadiga. I met them in Czechoslovakia in 1974. At that time, it was a socialist government—communist, social democracy—and when I went for the first time on the 3rd of March 1973 to the Czechoslovakians and others from the communist countries, they invited me from colleges and schools. When I arrived, I had the largest crowd I had ever seen at a lecture in the West. But the system then permitted no religious talk, no political talk, and, of course, no talk of money. That is a long story. After my one‑year visit, the communist‑country government gave me official invitations, provided a car, a driver, and a hotel, and paid me a little—about twenty dollars per day. That was a problem. And to this day, Yoga in Daily Life is present in the countries of the former Soviet Union. You could say, if you go to the Czech Republic, in many, many villages you will find Yoga in Daily Life. There was a child, the first child they had. The doctor said, “This child’s kidneys are not functioning; she will survive two or three weeks. You can take her home and just give her love.” This is not a joke; it is one hundred percent true. They found me in Vienna. At that time, telephones were very difficult—not like now, when everyone carries one. The mother called, crying, and said, “Swāmījī, this is happening.” Now here, this bhajan she is singing: I gave her a mantra—a mantra that many of you have. Oṁ Prabhūdīpa Nirañjana Śabdakā Bāñjan, many of you have that bhajan. I instructed her what to do and how to do it, but it was very hard to explain over the phone. So I went there and taught them the technique. Let the baby lie on your lap, place both hands on the kidney area, and recite the bhajan or the mantra of Mahāprabhujī eleven times: Oṁ Prabhudīpa Nirañjana, Śabdūka Bhajana Prabhu. After that, the girl was fine. Ten days later, the parents went back to the hospital for a check‑up. The doctor asked, “What happened?” “Nothing happened; we want to test.” Her kidneys were normal. “But you said she would definitely die—there was no hope.” And she replied, “My master.” Who is the master? Like in China, there is no master, no community. Crying, she said, “My master gave these mantras.” Now that girl has two children. She lives in Toronto; I named her Ekta. She has diabetes, but that is something anyone can have. Her brother also had a problem—another disease—and the doctor said he would not survive. His body was already cold. Again the mother called me, and he came back alive. He studied, he is a very beautiful young man. You saw him? Yes. He even tried to become a film star, visiting television studios. Now he works in a hospital here in Vancouver, a very nice person. His mother has passed on; his father is still there, and he will come to me in Washington when I am there for a seminar. This is not a joke; it is one hundred thousand percent true. Once, when I was not present—long ago—a farmer’s wife brought a child about ten months old, already dead. She came with a basket, wrapped the child in cloth, placed it under Mahāprabhujī’s bed, and then left. Mahāprabhujī had no door, only a small room; anyone could come and go. When animals entered, they would stay there. There were no big buildings. She said to the master, my Mahāprabhujī, the Gurujī, “What did she put under the bed? Is it some vegetable?” Mahāprabhujī said, “Gurujī, I don’t know, but she placed it there and left crying. Call her, call her.” And they saw the dead body of the child. Mahāprabhujī said, “Why did you put it here? Take it to the grave.” She answered, “No. You are my brother, born in my village. In my village, you are like a brother, and I will not bury this child. You may do it, or give me back his life.” He refused, but she insisted, “No, I go.” So Mahāprabhujī said, “Okay, come back.” He handed the child to Gurujī, into the hands of Mahāhorī Gurujī, and the child began crying again; the little boy moved his hands and feet. That man is still alive, thanks to God. His parents and family know; his parents have died, but the families remain. That village is about two kilometres from Mahāprabhujī’s āśrama. In our Līlāmṛta book—have you read the Līlāmṛta? If you read it, you will see how many miracles are in our masters. Devpurījī also performed such miracles. He was a very, very great yogī. He would not sleep in any house, nor eat in any house. He lived outside, under the bushes. One day Devpurījī was walking, and a man came with a basket on his head. When he saw Devpurījī coming, he placed the basket under a bush and went to offer praṇāma. Devpurījī asked, “What did you put there?” “No, nothing.” “Why ‘nothing’? They are dead birds.” The man said, “They are for my children.” “Are you taking them for your children? And what about the mothers of the bird children? How will they feel? Why did you kill them? Bring them here.” The basket was full of birds. Devpurījī kicked it, and all the birds flew away. This is in our paramparā. You should read the Līlāmṛta; there are so many unbelievable things in it. This bhajan—what is the bhajan? Saba kuśa deve dātā dīpa dayālu. I tell you today: anyone with any very difficult situation—in your business, in your home, with your children, friends, anything—come to this bhajan, sing from this book, and come to Mahāprabhujī. I promise you that problem will be solved. What more do we need? Śrī Dīpa Nārāyaṇa Bhagavāna kī saba kus deve, dātā dīpa dayālu. Mahāprabhujī gives everything. And I am the… yes, it’s okay. Please sit comfortably. Mahāprabhujī’s story is unbelievable. I don’t want to tell you, but Paṇḍit will come; he has a temple here, a very nice Hindu temple that he recently relocated because he didn’t want too much work. His relatives… I don’t want to say further. It will come. When you read it, you will not believe it. So, Saba Kuśa Deve Dātā Dīpa Dayālu, Devpurījī, Mahāprabhujī, and Holy Gurujī will give everything, I promise you. But you should have faith. Otherwise, I can tell you a story. Should I tell a story? It is something. There was a man—a story. It may be a true incident, but I think it is a fairy tale. As humans, we are either believers or non‑believers. Everyone has different religions; is that good? Why not? Many religions exist, and everyone believes in something. There was a very nice, humble man who helped everyone and gave whatever one needed, but he did not believe in God—he was an atheist. He was a climber, going to the rocky Himalayas, and he loved it. One day, he was climbing a very high rocky mountain and had come far. Only one metre remained until he would reach the top, but his rope broke, and he clung to a rock. He looked down, hanging. He could not touch any foothold. Life loves everyone. Now he said, “I don’t believe in God. But if there is a God, please come, God. Then I will believe in You. And if You come and help me, I will give away all my money and everything; I will go street to street with a microphone, shouting, ‘God exists, God exists.’ Please, God, come.” And as he looked, on another rock about ten metres away, God appeared—like God Rāma, or Kṛṣṇa, or Buddha. Lord Mahārāj said, “Yes, my son, what do you want?” He asked, “Who are you?” “I am God, whom you called. Why do you ask?” “You are God, and You ask what I want? Lord, You know this.” “Yes, I know, but still God does not say first, ‘I will do it for you.’” So He asked again, “What do you want?” “God, please, don’t take time. My fingers, my hands—I will fall any moment; it is burning my fingers.” God said, “Don’t worry.” “What do you mean ‘Don’t worry’? You don’t worry; I worry, my God.” “Yes, but what do you want? Tell me, in what situation are you?” God said, “You want to be saved?” “Yes.” “All right. Do you believe in Me?” “Why are you arguing with me? I am about to die.” “Don’t worry. Do you trust Me?” “Yes, I trust in You.” “Okay. Will you do what I tell you?” “Yes.” “Do you promise Me?” “Yes, I will do all that You tell me.” Then God said, “Release your hands.” “So stupid, I am not God, that I would let go.” God replied, “Then do as you wish; remain hanging there.” So have your trust in one. Sometimes we believe, sometimes we don’t, but sooner or later we do believe, and you know, God is different, yet God is one. We are human. You are Slovakian, someone is Czech, someone Austrian, Chinese, American—but we are all human. Similarly, there are different gods, but God is only one. So we should have faith. Faith is great, and it will come, sooner or later. There is another story I will tell later. Now, this bhajan, this song. Who is singing? Dharma Dharma Nādarūpa, the sound, Aum. Put your hands on your ears—do not press—just cup your palms, and chant the same mantra. Once more, ah, hands on your knees. Feel the resonance of Om from the navel to the heart to the vocal cord, ājñā, and the whole brain. A, a, u, m, a, a, na, remain there, and we will chant a prayer. Stay in your meditation, your feelings. Tapa, kavi, śvāccha, rāca, hari, cetana, jota tumhārī, prabhu nirguṇa, se suguṇa bannā āyā, bhaktan kehita kari siddhi padāyala, kripāla. This is a spiritual lecture about Yoga in the Indian tradition. Namo Sarvavyāpī Guṇātīta Deva Prahlīpādijī Sadāśaraṇa Vighna Haran Maṅgal Karṇām Dharaṇa Parāśavara Pāla Parvade Nandar Namo Siddhi Paśaraṇa Santajana neta ota karata, satguru samundata nahi. Sabha jaga mangana kya raja kya bajasa, sabhi karayeva. Rāmakṛṣṇa seko māhe, usne bhi gurukīrti hai. Satguru purāṇa brahma he jove, surṇa rawat he tanvisa kī velādi. Guru amṛta kī khānā, śiṣadye sattva guru mire toḍī. Guru Mūrti Mukha Candra-bhā, Śrī Vākkanena Cakora, Aṣṭa Per Nirgata Rāo, Guru Candra Kamala Nāma. Om Guru Rāma, Guru Viṣṇu, Guru Devo Maheśvara, Guru Sākṣāt Parabrahma, Tasmai Śrī Guru Dhyānamūlam, Guru Mūrti Pūjāmūlam, Mantramūlam Guru Vākyam, Mokṣamūlam Guru Kṛpā. Oṃ Dīpa Jyoti Parabrahma Dīpam Sarvemo Dīpan Sajjate Sarvam Sandhyā Dīpam Saram. Oṁ Namo Prabhudīpāraṇa.