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One day, after returning from Śrī Laṅkā following all the tragedies—Bandhava, Śrī Laṅkā, Siddha, Haraṇa, and so on—Lord Rāma thanked everyone who had helped him. He was sitting in his palace, knowing what was in everyone's heart. Under a tree sat Hanumān, a great bhakta. When the name of a bhakta comes, you remember Hanumān. Even now, a bhakta says to the master or to God, "Lord, you know how much I love you, but I am not that Hanumān who can open my chest." We are afraid to open the chest, the heart, because when someone asked Hanumān, "Where is Sītā and Rāma?" he said, "In my heart." Everyone says, "It's in my heart." You also say, "In my heart." So Hanumānjī, with his nails, tore his chest; everything was bleeding, and people saw within his heart that God Rāma and Sītā were there, blessing him. It is like switching on a television and the picture appears. He opened his chest, and Rāma and Sītā appeared in the heart. This was explained also by Jesus; it was Hanumān's example that Jesus also takes, showing his heart. "My heart for you" means for God. That is the story of Hanumān which was explained, or the example given by Jesus: "How much love do you have?" That's it. We are not able to open one button. If one button is open, one will say, "Oh, your button is open, please close it." Śrī Rām, Jaya Rām, Jaya Jaya Rām; Śrī Rām, Jaya Rām, Jaya Jaya Rām; Śrī Rām, Jaya Rām, Jaya Jaya Rām. That's the miracle of Rāma, and that was the bhakta Hanumānjī. Therefore, it is said Hanumānjī is great, and he is still here. Hanumānjī is sitting under the tree. Even such a great bhakta can also have some doubts, and the Lord knows many ways how to remove the doubts. So either the doubt will be removed, or the person will be completely removed. We wish that God removes our doubt, but He doesn't put us out of His kṛpā-dṛṣṭi, His mercy. When kṛpā is lost, then it is said that satya becomes asatya, that truth becomes untruth; nectar becomes poison; amṛta becomes a jahar; the sun becomes dark, the night. If it is rejected, only it should not be rejected. Hanumānjī is thinking of all his past time with God Rāma, those fourteen years; how beautiful it was; how lucky I am. There was one day I was just wandering in the mountains without any aim, without any direction, without sense of life; just eating, sleeping, jumping, enjoying, that's all. But since I met him, my life changed; I got the sense of my life, my dharma, my karma, and my birth is successful. Lord, how can I express my thankfulness? There are no words to say thank you. It is too little; how happy I am here to sit in the garden of the Lord under this tree; I don't wish the palace; it doesn't matter where I am; I am in the shelter of my Lord, under the shelter of my Savior, under the center of the love of the love. Prem nahī vo sabse pyārā. In one of the bhajans of Mahāprabhujī, it is said, "Prem nahī vo sabse pyārā"; He is not only love, but He is beloved to all. The love which loves the love is that love is God. Prem Naivo Sabse Pyārā. Hanumānjī is very happy, and he is thinking of Laṅkā. How terrible it was in Śrī Laṅkā; Lakṣmaṇa would have died. But thanks to Rāma, I could bring the Sañjīvanī from the Himalayas. Even Rāma himself would have died, but I had to run to Vaikuṇṭha and bring Garuḍa. And how difficult it was to find Sītā. It was me who could find Sītā. In Amṛta Sāgara, in Śānti Amṛta Sāgara, in the peaceful ocean of the nectar, some drop of the poison is falling in. Doubt, pride. I found Sītā again; I brought the Sañjīvanī from the Himalayas. I brought Garuḍa from Vaikuṇṭha; if I wouldn't be there, what would have happened to Rāma? That's all; one drop of lemon spoiled the liters of milk; all bhakti and śakti, svāhā; everything, svāhā. Suddenly, Hanumānjī was feeling empty, empty heart; love is gone. Electricity was gone; within a second, light was gone; where was it gone? Windows are closed; curtains are closed. Doors are closed; how did it happen? Light disappeared; bhakti is lost. Everything is lost; confidence is lost; love for God is love; Hanumānjī feels empty and overfilled at the same time, overfilled. When you cook the milk, you boil the milk overflowing, but at the bottom, it is empty. The bottom is getting empty because a ball is flowing away. So, ego: "If I wouldn't be there, Rāma wouldn't be successful." God Rāma was sitting and smiling, "Oh, Hanumān, what a great pity." God worries about us more than we; the Master worries about our development more than we; the parents worry more about us than we ourselves; children don't know how much their parents worry. Now God is thinking, "Now I said, 'Give Hanumān the final lesson that forever and ever his ego and his doubts will be out, removed in such a way.'" God Rāma was walking and looking out the window and said a very sweet, very kind word. Hanumānjī was sitting under the window of Lord Rāma in the garden. Always, one ear is in that direction; "May God call me"; these ears are thirsty; these ears are starving to hear that sweet voice of the Lord, that He calls my name; He calls me. God Rāma said, "Hanumān"; and Hanumānjī said, each hair was standing up. And they were directing to the Rāma side; that antenna, you know. That's a bhakta; all feelings, everything directed in there; the sunflower is directing to the sun. Hanumānjī said, "Yes, my Lord, I am in your service." God Rāma said, "Come to me immediately." Hanumānjī jumped and was there. "Yes, sir, my Lord, I surrender to Thee; my whole being is for you. What can I do?" Rāma said, "Hanumān, I am very thankful to you. You know, I didn't express my thankfulness to you." The ego was expanding. Hanumānjī was standing like this and became like that. "You know, Hanumān, I think without you I would not have found Sītā, and we wouldn't be able to cross that ocean, but you constructed that bridge so that all our army could come to Śrī Laṅkā. And you know, without you today, my beloved brother Lakṣmaṇa wouldn't be here. And you know, I wouldn't be here too, and the most important thing is more. Without you, Hanumān, I wouldn't win the war. Don't you think that is true? Say something." Hanumān said, "Yes, Lord, but all is your kṛpā." Hanumān is standing there in Vīrāsana, waiting for the order, attention ready. "Lord, what can I do?" God Rāma gave him one ring and said, "This is my last work this time, what I give you in this life. And there are mountains in some part in the Himalayas; there is sitting one ṛṣi, very old, some yugas he is doing tapasyā. My last wish is, go and give him this ring, and I know that no one can reach him; it is very hard to come there. The best climbers fail; no oxygen, very high up, and it's only the rocks. No path, but I wish to give this, and I know no one can do this without you." Hanumānjī said, "Lord, no problem. Not even a single corner in the entire universe can remain empty without my presence. I am capable to reach everything, but only one thing, your kṛpā; I need your blessing, that's all. I will do it." So he took the ring, put it in his mouth, he put it under his gums because he needed to climb. After a few days, he is coming there. He asked God Rāma, "How should I know if it is the right ṛṣi? How does he look?" Rāma said, "You will see him; he has no cloth, no bed, no pillows, no house, no hut. He has only one thing: a bundle of grass. That bundle of grass, when the sun rises from this side and is very hot, he puts the bundle of grass on this side, and he sits in the shadow of that bundle of grass. When the sun is high in the sky in the middle and hot, he puts a bundle of grass on his head as an umbrella. And when he wants to lie down, he uses this as a pillow. When the cold wind is blowing, he uses it as a protection wall. That's all, only one thing. He's eating only prāṇa." Hanumānjī came there. He saw the ṛṣi. Like Holy Gurujī says in his beautiful bhajan, that ṛṣi was like that, full of light, full of the nectar, radiating. Hanumānjī came and bowed down gently. Still, Hanumānjī was saying, "I am the Hanumān, I am messenger of Rāma, I am ambassador of Rāma." What does the ṛṣi think, who am I? But still he said, "Praṇām." Like praṇām, so you can feel how one is greeting you. Before he could introduce himself, he said, "Hanumān, it was a hard way to reach me, but you are a strong one. You are really Hanumānjī. Well, you did a lot of things for Rāma. Where is that ring?" He took it from the ring; he cleaned the ring and said, "This ring sends you, my lord, Rāma." The ṛṣi said, "Okay." He took that ring, and there was a water pond about one meter deep and two meters wide; he threw it in the water. He didn't even look at the ring. How nice it is. He didn't say thank you. Just threw it, like you take it and throw it in the waste paper bucket. Hanumānjī was angry. Doesn't matter who is who. Holy or not holy, ṛṣi or yogī or bhogī. Ṛṣi, yogī, or bhogī, even he didn't say thank you. Even he didn't look at the ring properly, took it and threw it, and the ring of my Lord. He is thinking, he knew what is going on; that is called Trikāl Darśī, knower of past, present, and future; that is Antaryāmī. But Antaryāmī never tells what you are thinking, will never tell, and if then he will tell in such a polite way that you will not understand what he is telling, and that will make you more doubtful, it will make you more angry, it will confuse you more. Ah, the ṛṣi looked at him and smiled, "Hanumānjī. Okay, but you are thinking, why did I throw the ring away? Can you please bring me the ring back from the water? Put your hand in and take it out." So the pond is going like this. Everything is collecting there. Hanumānjī put his hand inside, and he brings like this, and there are many rings, not only one ring but hundreds of rings. Now Hanumānjī is searching, which one is his ring? All wear the same. He said, "Don't worry. They are all the same; there is no difference. But if you want to count, you can do it. There are still more inside. Hanumān, you know, as many rings are there, that many times Viṣṇu incarnated on this planet. And when he incarnates here on this planet, he has to pay the tax to the ṛṣis, so they cannot be successful unless there is no Gurū Kṛpā. If you remember, I told you there are five kinds of ṛṇa: the debt, mātṛ ṛṇa, pitṛ ṛṇa, deva ṛṇa, ācārya ṛṇa, and ṛṣi ṛṇa. Those who will pay all this debt back, this ṛṇa, they will be successful. So whenever Viṣṇu incarnates, he has to pay the tax of his devotion in the form of this ring. It's my blessing that Viṣṇu can be successful in this world. Otherwise, his līlā will not function; līlādhārī kī līlā fail hojātī. That player of those miracles, his miracles become senseless. Throw it in again." Now Hanumānjī is completely surrendered. But more confused. Now what's going on? Should I believe now Rāma or this ṛṣi? My God! So long sādhanā I did, and finally I am confused again. So long sādhanā I did and finally I am confused again. The ṛṣi said, "Hanumān, bless Rāma, tell him the blessing from me, and never think that it was you, that due to you Rāma could win the battle in Śrī Laṅkā. Rāma could find Sītā. Don't think that it was you who brought the Sañjīvanī herb, and don't think that it was you who brought Garuḍa. It is Ṛṣi Kṛpā. It is his tapasyā, Rāma's tapasyā. It is Viṣṇu's devotion. That he went through Ṛṣi Kṛpā, Gurū Kṛpā. Therefore, go and tell Gurū Kṛpā he gave a Gurū Kṛpā, he gave a blessing, mercy." Hanumānjī thanked him. He took the dust of the ṛṣi's feet, put it on his head, and went back. "Śrī Rām, Jai Rām, Jai Jai Rām." The whole mountain had the resonance of Śrī Rām. Hanumānjī came back. Hanumānjī returned very humbly, so pure like he had a Śaṅkha Prakṣālana. All egos and doubts were lost through the Ṛṣi Kṛpā, and God Rāma came. He embraced Hanumānjī. "How was it?" Hanumānjī said, "Lord, excuse me, forgive me my ego, my pride. I thought it was me who was doing for you, but now I know, Lord, I was only an instrument. The doer was somebody else." And that mantra comes from there. Holy Gurujī tells this very often. Mahāprabhujī used to say, "Many Rāmas were born in my presence, many Viṣṇus incarnated in my presence, many Brahmās created this universe or these creatures in my presence many times." So this is that ṛṣi. I think it is Mahāprabhujī. The door to Brahman is the sun. And on the gate of that sun is sitting Mahāprabhujī. He is blessing. Kṛpā can let you in, and that sun and that Brahmaloka is Devpurījī. Therefore, Mahāprabhujī said in one version, "Pratho Mahāprabhujī, Rekha Vyadam Bhajano." Yes, I bought a śambhu. They got the part. Ah, he put it in a baguette. Recording location: Czech Republic, Strilky, Summer seminar