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There was a king who ruled over a vast kingdom. When he ascended the throne, he summoned everyone and declared that all in his realm should live in peace and harmony. He proclaimed, "In this body, in my country, I am the king. I can give you troubles or put you in prison. I can also do good. Good is good, bad is bad. I will administer justice or punishment." He called all the people of his kingdom, along with the lesser kings under him, much like in the Mahābhārata where the king sits in court. He said, "All my people, you shall have good rights," and so on. This king stated, "I can punish anyone." Then he asked, "But there is one who will not receive punishment. Who is that?" He answered himself, "I am the king. No one can punish me." Then the guru arrived. Like the gurus you see in the Mahābhārata, Gurudev came. Gurujī stood before the king. This is the daṇḍa—punishment. "You are a king, but you are a human being. Therefore, you cannot say you will not be punished." O king, three times he said, "I will hit you on the head. Dund, dund, dund." Daṇḍa means the stick. Daṇḍa means punishment. "So this is the daṇḍa, O king. You are only the king of the villages of our country, but the punishment is in this hand." Thus it is said: dharma daṇḍa, dharmadaṇḍa, dharma. Dharma is supreme everywhere. Where there is dharma, no one can punish, and he who is not good will receive punishment. As long as dharma is with you, no punishment will befall you. But when that dharma is absent, then comes the daṇḍa, the punishment. You are that king, you are the king, but you are a human, and you have dharma. You cannot punish that dharma; rather, dharma will punish you. So it is said: dharma daṇḍa, dharma daṇḍa, dharma daṇḍa. He said, "Dharm daṇḍ, dharm daṇḍ." This dharm daṇḍ. This concept also appears in Christianity. You can see it in Christianity as well, but they speak of the shepherd. They talk about the shepherd who has his goats, because he was with them. So this daṇḍa, what you have in Christianity—when one becomes the Pope, he receives this daṇḍa. Yes, that is it. And what is that? "I am the shepherd of all this." Someone told me that when the Pope holds the daṇḍa in his hand, and he is the Daṇḍa, then all are the sheep; this is the Daṇḍa of the sheep. But dharma—this is because they had to take this from the king. That is why all yogīs and sādhus, and also in the church, they have a daṇḍa. When you hold a daṇḍa in your hand, you yourself cannot do wrong; otherwise, this daṇḍa will fall upon your own head. Do you understand? You did not accept. Accept! Daṇḍa. Again: dharma daṇḍa, dharma daṇḍa, dharma daṇḍa. Dharma. And this daṇḍa is dharma. We hold this dharma in our hand, and therefore we are equal. You are all the public, and you must conduct yourselves accordingly. In the same way, Swāmī Dayānanda was raised. One man stood up—it is written in some books, I do not know which—and a man came wanting to shake hands. D.R.M.G. said, "Weep eater." "I cannot shake your hand before all the people." They asked, "Who was the foremost person of the day?" It was the president or chairman of the conference, and he offered his hand. Dayānanda told him he could not shake it. "I cannot touch." That was the man. Others will sit like this. Similarly, there is a beautiful story. Oh, it will take a long time. There is one story about Swami Dayānandajī. He was in Jodhpur, near our Jadan. There was a king—the kings are still there, though they hold no official position, they still exist. This king and Swāmījī. One day, Swamijī was holding a satsaṅg. The king attended the satsaṅg, and Dayānandajī gave a lecture. After about an hour, Dayānandajī took his stick and went to his āśram. At that time, Jodhpur was not very large, and it was the kingdom of that king. There, Vivekānandajī—Dayānandajī—was speaking about the power of brahmacarya. The king said, "Tell me something sometime." Swamiji said, "Sometime I will tell you." He had a stick and was walking after the satsaṅg. The king had his chariot. Swāmījī was walking quickly towards his āśram, and on the way was the palace. The king and queen were sitting in the chariot with two horses. The king asked, "What is the power of Brahmacharya?" He said, "I will tell you sometime." With the two horses, Swamiji was walking. With one hand, he held the wheel. The horses could not go and were nearly falling, but he held it with his hand. The king said, "Gurujī, thank you and sorry. I thought what you said was not right." Another story is coming. Are you still ready? How long? Ten minutes. So one day he said, "Gurujī, please come to my palace for dinner or lunch." He said, "I will see; one day I will come." One day he went to the palace. There are always guards. When the guards saw Swamiji, of course they all bowed down. He went straight into the living room, a very nice one. He went straight in where many people were sitting, or something like that. And what did he see? The king was sitting, and a woman was sitting on the seat—what do you call it, I don't know. The king was sitting, and a woman from the street was sitting with him like this. Dayānandajī said, "Tiger and a dog." How are they together? A tiger and this little ant, or something like that. He only said two words: "Tiger with the dog." And Swamiji turned and left. Only his words. My God. All his guards, and no one said anything as he was leaving. He went away, and this woman with him was humiliated. She said, "I will kill him." It happened after a few days. The king said, "Please come." He said, "I do not eat. You can only give me water, milk." A nice glass full of milk with sugar and something nice. But that woman went to the kitchen. She took a glass, ground it completely into powder, poured it into the milk, and stirred it. From the kitchen, they brought the milk. The king did not know about it, but that lady... Well, he then drank the milk. Swāmījī immediately knew and understood. He said to the king, "I am leaving now." There was a cook. He called to him on the way. "What is the name of the cook? Thank you, very good. The milk was very nice." He had something. At that time, it was not paper; it was a coil. So he gave him a bag of coins and told the cook, "Run away as far as you can, otherwise they will kill you." He went there, and there is a city called Ajmer, and the other society... he died there without lunch. That is the sign of power. These are the things: dharma. Dharma is dharma. Truth. Truth... But that truth, untruth, Bhagavān, God can go. That's it. Namaḥ Śivāya, Oṁ Namaḥ Śivāya, Oṁ... Namaḥ Śivāya. So these stories—there is a book of Swamījī's. What I told, the story which I have heard, I cannot say it is real, but everyone said it is a story like that. So, does it not matter? We hope that that great saint gave such knowledge, and we made the mistakes, and we bow down to the saints and everything. That's it. So I bow down to such a saint, and whether it is truth or not truth, ať už je to pravda, nebo to není pravda, I know I need to tell this story. What story was heard? Jako příběh, jak jsem ho slyšel.