Sundargiri He who had set out to experience the world and search the divine was blessed. In the dark forest of night he had experienced the fear of death. His unconsciousness, akin to death, had made him deaf to the bloodcurdling roars of the wild beasts. The great black serpent had brought him face to face with death. But the band of ascetics had at last freed Sarasvatichandra from all fear and rescued him. Mohanpuri had carried him on his broad shoulders through the raging forest fire to safety. The ascetics lived in a monastery on Yadu Shrunga, the third highest peak of Sundargiri. The path to the peak was treacherous. The steep climb easily tired ordinary persons; after two hours of arduous journey they would reach the top, out of breath. But the ascetics climbed the peak effortlessly within an hour. Sarasvatichandra was passed on from shoulder to sturdy shoulder and carried up the mountain. The ascetics reached the monastery one hour after midnight. As they climbed, the air became cooler. Although it was the month of Chaitra in summer, Sarasvatichandra’s body felt the chill. The cool, clear mountain air revived his senses and infused him with new life. His weariness abated. He climbed down from the shoulders that carried him and looked around in astonishment, trying to grasp the meaning of this strange yet beautiful dream. Glad to see the youth revive, the sadhus at once surrounded Sarasvatichandra. Their Guru, Vishnudas, had already arrived at Yadu Shrunga. A lamp had been lit at the entrance of the monastery; Sarasvatichandra’s face was aglow in its soft light. Standing beside him,  Mohanpuri gently rubbed his back and anxiously asked him, ‘Bhai, are you now fully conscious? Does your body feel well?’ Sarasvatichandra, still uncertain if this was a dream or reality, asked him several questions in response, ‘Who are you? What place is this? How did I come to be here? Is this a dream, or am I awake?’ Mohanpuri replied, ‘Bhai, for your soul this is a dream, but for your illusory transient body this is wakefulness. You have neither gone anywhere, nor have you come. But it is we who carried your body here from the forest. In the kingdom of our Lord Krishna, all are equal. The land as far as human eyes can perceive is ruled by Maharaj Maniraj. You and we are one, not distinct, and all of us belong to the same kingdom. The land on which our feet rest is called Sundargiri. This is a monastery of Vishnudas and all of us are members of this monastery. But Bhai, do tell me, who are you?’ Mohanpuri spoke in this manner to find out if the future as foretold by their Guruji would indeed come true. The other ascetics also realised this and they eagerly awaited his response. As his senses revived, Sarasvatichandra, careworn as he was, felt extremely thirsty and hungry. The sadhu’s speech jolted him into full awareness of his present circumstances