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You may call yourselves pilots, but you have not learned and have no certificate to fly. So you can imagine that you are, but you are not. In Vindhya, there was a prayer in the temple during the evening time. So many people gathered for the prayer, with music inside and the holy light. A crow was sitting on the top of the temple, and other crows said, "What are you doing? Let's fly, let's go, it's getting dark." He said, "Don't disturb. Do you know how many people are praying to me?" It's a beautiful story, no? They are all praying to me; if I fly away, I will disappoint them. Then there were little children playing with a cracker. One of them threw it, and it made a noise like a gun. The crow was so frightened that he flew away and sat on another tree. He was surprised to see that they were still praying there. So the crow said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack, I am here, come and pray to me here." But they were not praying to him; they were praying to the idol of God in the temple. The Swayambhu, the self-made master, is that crow which sits on the top of the temple thinking everyone is celebrating and praying to him. That is an invalid passport; it's not an authorized passport. Never travel with a wrong passport; otherwise, you are in trouble. Now, Rāmdās's Gurū was a very great saint, but I must tell you, I don't know his name; I've forgotten. It is good to accept a mistake, no? It is a weakness, because someone will ask me, "What was his name?" and I will look down. I could say some names you don't know, but I must say that I do not know the name. For you, I will find out perhaps next time. So, the master of Rāmdās, Samartha Rāmdās Mahārāj, was giving a satsaṅg, as I am giving now, about renunciation. "Enter the kingdom of the Lord through the gate of sacrifice," as Gurujī used to say. And Jesus said, "Believe in your kismet." God, the Father, will give you everything you need, wherever you are. But since we lost confidence, we began to carry things with us. God said, "Okay, then you take care of yourself." And then when his things were stolen, he said, "Oh God, why didn't you take care of it?" Do not blame God. And Mahātmā Gāndhījī said, "Renounce and enjoy." So, the master of Samartha Rāmdās was giving a lecture about such renunciation. After the lecture, there were many people. There was someone like me, perhaps, who asked, "Can I ask a question, Mahārāj?" He said, "Yes." "You are saying so much about giving up, giving up, renounce, renounce, but why don't you tell your disciple Rāmdās? He is living in the king's palace, having a kingly life, very comfortable, and this and that. Why don't you tell him?" The Master said, "I will tell him." After the satsaṅg, it was about twelve o'clock at night. The Master had ordered for eleven o'clock. That time there was no electricity; maybe it was ten o'clock. Oh, someone said it was nine-thirty because people had to go to sleep quickly. "Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." The Master went to that room. The security guards, when they saw the Master, of course they bowed down. The Master walked and knocked on the door. Samartha Rāmdās was inside meditating and listening to the Gurū Gītā. At first he thought, "Who is disturbing me now?" But then he thought, "It must be someone." He came, opened the door, and said, "Oh, Gurudev, you? Why did you take this trouble to come here? You should have just sent a message; I will run and come to you, my dear Master. You took so much trouble to come here; what can I do for you? I am the fortunate one, the blessed one, that you gave me darśan." The Master said, "Just walk behind me, come with me." Finished. Rāmdās had only one cloth, a meditation shawl. "Gurū Brahmā, Gurū Viṣṇu..." He was meditating on the Gurū Gītā. Then the Gurū said, "Let's go." Everything—no taking shoes, no taking a mālā or anything—just, "Let's go." "Yes, Master." He walked behind the Master. The Master went through the hills—a very thorny, bushy, stony way, dangerous with wildlife. They walked till morning dawn came. Then they saw a beautiful rock, and the rock was a little bit hanging like a cave. There was a beautiful waterfall and nice sand, very gentle, fine sand like a beach, about two hundred square meters of nice sand. The Master said to the disciple Rāmdās, "This is your place to stay. That comfortable life is not for us, the sādhus; we should have tapasyā." "As you say, Master." And the Master left. He just went away, back to his comfortable home, in a comfortable room, no? The disciple was sitting there, and tigers were coming perhaps, or some other animals. He was tired; he was a comfortable master, no? Walking through the mountains the whole night was like jogging. It was a challenge for him. The master went, the master said, "Here, meditate." So, he was meditating for a while. The master went, and after half an hour, the disciple was like this. So, he slept. And then sunrise, a nice little warm sun. It was a cold morning, and he was tired, and he slept deeply. The previous evening, the king had organized and prepared a picnic tour through the forest. When the Chhatrapati Śivājī, like an Emperor Rāya, goes and invites people, who would not like to go with him? There were horses, two or three hundred horses, and soldiers and all. They were going and checking the forest, and still they had not put up the tent where they would have the picnic. Śivājī said, "Go and check if there is somewhere a nice waterfall there; we can have a nice rest and drink our water, drinking, washing, and so on." In that time, you could drink water from any river. That was a real organic world, and now all is chemical. We polluted everything. So, a few soldiers were riding on horseback, and they were searching. Suddenly they saw Mahārāj was sleeping—Chhatrapati Śivājī's Gurū. They came back and said to the king, "Your Highness, some news, a surprise." "Say what?" "Gurudev is resting there." "Which Gurudev?" "Our Gurudev." Samrāṭ Rāmdāsjī said, "Are you normal? Gurudev here in this dangerous forest, this wild forest? There must be a queue in front of the Gurudev; people come to see, have darśan and praṇām. At this time now, just, there are hundreds of people there." They said, "If you believe or not, but our eyes said it is the Gurudev." He came with the horse and his shoe. He got off the horse's back, took off his shoes, and with great devotion, he greeted his master. The master was making so... The other side, the horses were making... The body is body; tired is tired. But the king Śivājī said to the soldiers, "Quickly, without making any noise, mauna, silent, pin silent. Do you know what is pin silent? Pin silent—you know the pin which you put on the paper; if it falls down on the ground, everyone can hear the pin fall down. So silent, pin silent. Make a beautiful tent which is for me, I thought." And it was... They had a picnic, a nice bed and nice mattress and bed, seat and pillows and everything, and the towels. And they made it already, like more comfortable than Rāmdās's own room. And warm water quickly, and the soap and this, and he will wake up very soon; the master will have warm milk and so on. Within no time, order is order. So, they made a beautiful tent—not plastic tents, other beautiful tents—and a beautiful bed and pillows and this and that and carpet and everything. And in that minute, Rāmdāsjī woke up. And Śiva, Chhatrapati Śivājī, was standing there. Rāmdās, Samrāṭ Rāmdās, opens his eyes and he smiles and says, "Śiva, you are here? How did you know that I am here?" He said, "It is your kṛpā, your blessing, which brought me here. Please, Gurudev, make yourself comfortable." Well, Gurudev was sitting somewhere on the rock behind and observing everything. Then Gurudev went back to the village and called that man who was asking the question. He said, "Come with me, we go for a walk in the mountain." And he took him with him, and from far said, "Do you know who that is with so many comforts? Samrāṭ Rāmdās." He said, "Yes, as you asked me the question, I told him to renounce everything and go in the forest. He renounced the comfort, but comfort doesn't renounce him. That's it. It is called kismat, destiny, the luck. That's called Gurū kṛpā." And therefore, Gurujī said very nicely in a bhajan: "Dātā dīpa dāyāl, sabha kusha deva dātā dīpa dāyāl"—everything gives the merciful Mahāprabhujī deep.