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Om Śrī Alak Purījī Mahādev Kī Jai, Devādidev Deveśvar Dev Purīṣa Mahādev Kī Jai, Ārādya Bhagavān Śrī Dīp Nārāyaṇ Mahāprabhujī Kī Jai, Satguru Svāmī Madhavānājī Bhagavān Kī Jai. May our dear Gurudeva and the Paramparā bless us with good health, happiness, joy, and spiritual development. Please be seated and remain present in your body, in the Maṇipūra, in Anāhata, in Viśuddhi, and in the Ājñā Chakra. Gurudev, it is not I who speaks; I am only an instrument. Please, bless all of us. With this, I again salute our Gurudevs. For all of us: good health, happiness, long life, spiritual development, and happiness. Om Śāntiḥ, Śāntiḥ, Śāntiḥ. Life in the ocean does not count time. Who is counting? We humans created time. This is useful in some ways, but it is said: "This too shall pass." There is a good story told by Guruji. In truth, there is no time, yet we count it. Eight o'clock. The sun was still shining not long ago, and still it will move. The sun travels further north, and day by day, the night grows longer. Similarly, day by day, Sūrya Nārāyaṇa will move south again. We move with it. This is something humans rely upon. If humans had not counted, we would have no days, months, years, seconds, or hours. We have counted. Someone said, "O man, why do you count? It does not belong to you." If it were yours, you could remain forever. When you count time, you should be ready to know that time does not stop for you. We count, but time does not count for us. It is a cycle moving with the sun and planets, but they do not count us. Our knowledge, our buddhi, knows, and we are counting. It does not matter how long we wish to live; still, you are not immortal. Many times it is said that Brahmā is the creator, the giver of time and birth. Recently, we had Kṛṣṇa's birthday. Kṛṣṇa's uncle, Kaṁsa, declared, "I am immortal. No one can kill me—neither by fire, nor by water, nor by anything." But you know what happened? Time came. Bhagavān Kṛṣṇa arrived and said, "Now your time has come." Many things happened. Even Brahmā, Viṣṇu, and Śiva have their time. In every yuga, they change their duties. There is one Śiva who is different—Swayambhū, self-manifested—and he became Swayambhū again in that sky. Still, their essence remains, counted in yugas. This has been counted in Indian philosophies, and thus the counting on this earth changes from time to time. Brahmā is the creator, but one day that Brahmā may return as a little ant, and an ant may become Brahmā. Do not say when; time will bring it. We cannot stop time. The rākṣasas tried, wanting to stop everything, but it is not possible. We grew in our mother's womb, waiting nine months. The baby came; we were all happy. Day by day we grow, and again we go. It cannot stop. We are yogīs; we will have healthy food, exercise, and meditation. Still, you cannot say you will stay immortal. It is said there was a ṛṣi in the Himalayas meditating in a cave on a high rock. One day, someone gave him the Vedas, and the ṛṣi began to read them. "My God, this knowledge!" Vācārtī and Lakṣārtī. Vācārtī means reading; the reader. The other, Lakṣārtī, is meditating in the heart. Lakṣa means aim, to achieve one's destination. He was there for his destination: Dharmarāja, the god of justice. Dharmarāja brings the good people who did good deeds. And Yamarāja? Rāmarājya is for sinners. So there are two things: humans, and we do not know who is who. One is a good, spiritual, humble, kind human; the other is cruel. Every person has many aspects. Dharmarāja is God's kingdom; Yamarāja is what you call hell. Both must have time; they are counting how much you have, how much they have. But both must go. No one can stay forever on this earth. Our parents, grandfathers, ancestors—for this land, how many wars were here? How many humans fought? The European ground was always fighting as kings for their kingdom and territory. Dharmarāja brings us to Mokṣa. Heaven and hell are just two hotels. But that Brahman is endless. Who knows if someone takes you to heaven or hell? Everything is here. Good and bad, all will be. We have to live here. After the Jīvā, where will it go? What will happen? In this way, the ṛṣi in the Himalayas meditated for hundreds of thousands of years. In that time, some had long lives, some very short. Many died. So, Dharmarāja said, "Dharmarāja sent his messenger: 'Please go and respectfully bring this ṛṣi to heaven.'" The Deva messenger came and said, "Gurudev, your time has come. Dharmarāja is calling you." The ṛṣi replied, "I just received the Vedas 500 years ago, and I want to read them. I want to learn." He was already seated thus. "Please go and tell Dharmarāja, tell God: I want to learn, so give me more time." After some years, Dharmarāja sent again: "Ṛṣimuni, praṇām. It is time for you to go now." The ṛṣi said, "Please tell Dharmarāja I request still more time until I finish reading these Vedas well." What to do? When such a ṛṣi is so holy, for him there is no sin, nothing bad. Even Dharmarāja cannot take him. Even if he said, "Brahmā will not take you," because Brahmā would come and say, "Please let me study my Vedas. I did not say I will be forever, but I want to learn the knowledge." Dharmarāja went to Brahmā and pleaded, "Bhagavān Brahmā, please tell your son it is high time to come." Brahmā said he would not give up; the ṛṣi did not say he wanted to be forever, only that he wanted to learn wisdom and requested more time. Bhagavān Brahmājī said, "Dharmarāja, there is only one chance we can bring him to Brahmaloka. Take your messenger, Dharmarāja, and show that ṛṣi the Himalayas. Look how big it is." The ṛṣi said, "Yes, my holy Himalaya. The Himalaya is endless. I want to see the Vedas." The messenger said, "You see, God said you should come to Brahmaloka." "Yes, I will, but I must study everything." Then the messenger said, "Ṛṣi, please stand up. Fold both your hands, open your palms, and look toward the Himalayas." Dharmarāja performed a miracle: a storm came, sand came from the Himalayas, and some sand fell into his palms. The messenger asked, "Ṛṣi, what is in your hands?" "Oh, this is just some sand. From where is it?" "It is from the Himalayas. Ṛṣi, till now, what have you learned? Only that much which is dust in your hands. That knowledge is like the Himalaya. How many ages and ages will you still not count the Himalayas? Ṛṣi, please, you are a Himalaya. Now come to Brahmaloka." The ṛṣi asked, "Is it really so much?" "Yes." "Then please, let us go." Both of them lifted up and came to Dharmarāja. Dharmarāja welcomed him, touched the ṛṣi's feet, and said, "Ṛṣi, on my hands I am taking you to Brahmaloka." The ṛṣi asked, "What will be there? How long will I stay?" Dharmarāja replied, "Now we will become one, and therefore you are forever." Like space, so is life. Yet we think, "I will do this, I will fight for that, my land, my property, my this, my that." All the time we are fighting, going here and there, and on the way we die. So, there is time. Time is nothing, and time is given to humans so they should make spiritual sādhanā. Do good, get good; do bad, get bad. Everything is within you. Do not be angry. So many people become suddenly angry. This anger is like a matchstick. When you are a little angry, it is pressing, and the fire is there. That fire burns us. There is another story I told before, but I will tell it once more. There was another yogī meditating in the forest. For many, many years he performed sādhanā, wanting to levitate. There are levitations. Our Devpurījī could levitate. Our Devapurījī could go through rock. We would go together, come to a rock, he would go in and come out somewhere else—no tunnel. So it is different. That ṛṣi one day, while meditating and doing prāṇāyāma, was lifting about two meters, then three meters, so no animals or anyone could touch him. Anytime he could levitate or come down. That yogī became so siddha. He said to himself, "Now I am the yogī, I am the siddha. I will go to the village; all will become my disciples. I will levitate." While meditating, what happened? A little bird sitting on a tree branch made something on his head—a tilak. From that time, tilak began. He said, "Who is that?" The little bird said, "I am." "You spit on my head? I give you a curse: you will die." The bird died and fell down. He looked; yes, the bird was dead. Again, how much pride! "I am great, a Yogī. I am levitating. With my gaze I can kill anyone. I am great." He went to a small village like Střílky. Outside, about 50 or 100 meters away, was a water well. Around 9 o'clock in the morning, a lady went to get water. Mahārāj jī came and said, "Sister, or Bhakta, please, can you give me water?" She said, "Yes." "What is your name?" He told his name. Do you remember which number Guruji said was the name of that person? Sītalpurī. We have one Sītalpurī here. But he is great. The other one was also great. "What is your name?" "Sītalpurī." Sītalpurī means very humble, no anger, no jealousy. She was bringing water from the bucket. "Mahārājī, what is your name?" "Sītalpurī." Again she came with water. "What is your name?" "Sītalpurī. Mahārājī, drink water." "What is your name? Are you a stupid woman? I told you how many times, I am Sītālpūrī." Opposite to śītala (cool) is anger, jealousy, a stupid person. So she said, "Mahārājī, you are not a śītala. You are a krodhī." Krodhī means angry. Sitalpuri said, "What are you talking about me? You stupid. You know me?" She said, "I know you. You are not Sitalpuri." He said, "You do not know." Then she said, "Mahārāj Jī, I am not that bird which you killed. From your looking, how do you know this? Because my Gurudev gave me that knowledge, I am Trikāl Darśī. I am not that bird that you can kill me." Then she said, "Who told you this? Come to my house; I will tell you." Again he went for food. That girl was sitting and serving food to her husband. Satal Puri said, "Please give me alms." She said, "Wait." After a few minutes, "Please give me food." He said, "Please wait." Again he said, "I can burn you." She said, "He said, 'I am not that bird, and I know who you are near the water well.' Please tell me, how is your sādhanā?" She said, "I serve my husband. My husband is everything for me. First, my family: my birth, mother and father, brothers, sisters. But then we came together as husband and wife, so we are one. This is my sādhanā. Bābājī, go back to the forest. You know that you lost all your sādhanā." He said, "I can levitate." She said, "OK, levitate." A little bird sat on him, on his head. He said, "There is something heavy on me." "No, it is a little tiny bird. She did not die yet. Now she is sitting on you. That is your ego. Go and practice." Similarly, it is said time does not wait for anyone. So, whatever time we have, we shall use it. When it is gone, it is gone. There is a doctor, a surgeon, the best who can perform operations. When he has died and we have his picture on the wall, we admire him, we see his big face, but now this photo cannot teach us anything. But if we learned from him, then you will see the picture of that doctor and remember: "Thank you. You gave me your knowledge, and I will give more knowledge to my many students." So use the knowledge. If utilized, it is good; otherwise, it is lost. In these few days, this is the time for you. Use it. One lady in New York, nearly 20 years ago—one of my disciples from Washington, our ashram, her uncle, I think, works with disabled children or elderly people—they said, "Please, Swamiji, you are in New York. Come and give a lecture to our elderly people in our elderly home." There was a woman 103 years old teaching yoga, living in that elderly house. She showed me āsanas and showed me a book; I think she gave me a book. She said, "This all my master teaches me, yoga." At that time, even Vivekānanda was not there. So there were yogīs there before. Vivekananda was in the political realm with philosophy, yoga, and so was accepted, something. Of course, Vivekananda was great. That lady took me to her room. We were sitting, and she saw me. I was admiring her. She said, "Swamiji, my master is not anymore, but my master said about yoga: 'You have yoga. Use it or lose it. You have yoga.' Use it or lose it. This was my mantra, and so I was practicing. Till now, I am 103 years, I am still like this." After a few years, she passed away. Similarly, you have here, so use it or lose it. This is a Mahā Mantra. Our program is beautiful, and time will not stay. Time will not wait for anyone. When we came here two weeks ago, the sun was still shining. Now it is going so quickly. We are sitting here, so it will come again, but we do not know where the day is. We have here one mālā, a rope on the table. Slowly, slowly... time has come. This is the platform of our life, and there is that rope of our life—that rope means our breath. How long will the breath be there? So use it or lose it. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.