The Prana Prantishtha Ceremony of
Lord Brahmeshvara

May 5, 1974


Address by Yogacharya Swami Kripalvanandji on the occasion of the Prana Pratishtha Ceremony of Lord Brahmeshvara

Friday the Bright 12th of Vaishakha, 2030



Close disciples, friends, and well-wishers insisted that on this auspicious occasion, I deliver an extempore speech. I, too, realized that this insistence was understandably reasonable. It was difficult for me to ignore it. How could I?

Yet, as you see, I have preferred reading a written script to the delivery of an extempore speech.

I know many of you might not quite like it. I must confess here that I find myself somewhat helpless in this matter. Some of the main reasons that prompted me to make this decision are:

1.) For the last fifteen years, I have been observing Mauna (silence). As such, I cannot speak as fluently as before. My oratory has suffered for want of practice for the last fifteen years. Even when I speak normally, I am not able to maintain continuity, and the construction of sentences suffer in consequence.

It is difficult for me to give correct expression to the finer nuances of my thought process. In result, the views conveyed by me remain somewhat ambiguous. At times, it is difficult for me to pick right words for the right expression. Not only this, there is quite a bit of digression from the main topic.

2.) Now I have no more urge or desire to speak.

3.) I find difficulty in even selecting topics for talks.

4.) When I start speaking, I become emotional. As such, I cannot present my thoughts quite cogently. The speech gets obstructed.

5.) The fifteen year Mauna has taught me the best way of carrying out introspection. When I observe numerous shortcomings in me through this introspection, I cannot dare sermonize anyone. I concede that I do not possess the necessary qualifications to preach.

6.) Of late, I have been practicing blank (absolute-devoid of any thought) meditation. Hence, my mind becomes void or blank as I commence speaking or writing. I cannot write in an organized fashion. As many as eight to ten mistakes occur even in four sentences. I commenced writing this article some twenty-five days back.

After frequent corrections, I have been able to complete it in ten days. Under the circumstances, you will have to bear with my shortcomings as I read this speech to you. I am not projecting these reasons with a view to supporting my side of the case. I am simply telling you what is a pure statement of facts.


This auspicious day brings to my mind an unforgettable incident some nineteen years back. To me it is not a simple occurrence of accident. I deem it a great favor of Lord Shivji. Today I share with you this sublime incident by portraying its word picture.

In the Maagsar of Vikram year 2011, I had been in Mota Fofalia. One day, Sri Chhotabhai Karsanbhai Patel called to invite me to Kayavarohan for two days during their Bhajan Week (devotional song week). I never used to go anywhere for one or two day lectures. Yet, somehow I said, “yes.” Later on I realized that I had given this consent in my off-guard moment.

Even at that time, I had lost interest in delivering lectures. All the same, under the pressure of insistent requests, I had not accepted some such invitations. On the appointed day, I arrived in Kayavarohan. Dabhoi is quite close by from here. It is my native place. Yet, I had never seen Kayavarohan. I visited it for the first time on a lecture invitation during their Bhajan Week.

Here nobody knew me except Smt. Hetaba, the widow of the late Sri Bhailalbhai Bajibhai Patel of Umalla. She was my disciple and hence I put up at her residence in Pipla Sheri. In the evening I delivered my lecture. Next day some residents of this Tirtha called on me and said, “Swamiji, this Kayavarohan is veritably the second Kashi. It is an ancient Mahatirtha. Should you kindly agree to accompany us, we will feel fortunate to conduct you through the holy and ancient temples of this Mahatirtha. We will also tell you their brief background history.” This warm and sincere invitation touched me. Consenting, I said, “Well, we will start in the evening.” They left and returned at about 4:30 p.m.

They were six and I was the seventh.

Thereafter, we commenced our round of this sacred place. When we used to enter any temple, one of the companions used to give us an introduction to the presiding deity of the temple. As we came out, someone else would narrate the old and recent history concerning the deity and the temple. If any link were found missing, the third one would speak up and connect the missing link with the foregoing narration.

My eyes had been observing in intense concentration the physical and subtle forms of this Mahatirtha. My ears were all attention to what was being narrated and I felt almost lost in the theme of the narration. I did not know how three hours passed away. It was sunset and within a very short time, darkness was going to envelope the earth.

As we entered one temple, one of the companions said, “This is Lord Brahmeshvarji. Our round of the Mahatirtha comes to an end with this temple, which is the last. Your lodging place is some five hundred steps from here. We have not to go anywhere else now.” I entered the temple. Instantly, my eyes fell on the beautiful form of Lord Brahmeshvarji. My heart started beating fast. Copious tears filled my eyes. My voice got choked. I felt I would swoon, but I checked myself and in full faith and devotion, lay prostrate at the feet of the Lord.  I thought my life had been sanctified. Absolute peace descended on me.

Do you want to know what had come over me all of a sudden? If so please listen: The form that I saw at the front of the Jyotirlinga was the form of my Venerable Sadgurudev. When I was only nineteen, I was fortunate to be in the service of His holy feet for fifteen months. At that time His age was sixty, yet he appeared to be only forty. After I became a Sanyasi, once again I had His accidental Darshana on a hillock of Rishikesh.

I can clearly see that this Jyotirlinga embodies His physical form of that time. Of course, I could not recognize Him in Rishikesh, for His physical form was absolutely different from the one I had seen previously. Yet, when he addressed me as “Swami” – He always used to address me as “Swami” – I made no mistake; I at once recognized His voice. All the same, my uneasiness did not subside. The voice was familiar, but the physical form was different. He could make out my predicament. He gave a sweet, broad smile as if to introduce himself. In his eyes, I could see a vast ocean of filial love. Now I was fully convinced that He was my Gurudev. He could be none else. I was well familiar with His extraordinary powers.

Overcome with ecstasy, I clasped Him firmly. He pressed me to His bosom and caressed my body with His loving hands. From the brief history I had heard from the residents of this Tirtha, I felt that the form of Lord Brahmeshvarji dumbfounded all the companions. The Darshana over, we made for our lodging place. None uttered a single word on the way. My companions escorted me up to my lodging place, offered Pranams and left. After bath, I entered the meditation room.  Immediately as I took my seat, my mind got lost in intense meditation.

For a long time, I had been endeavoring to master one specific stage of Yoga. I could not succeed. That day I could master it almost effortlessly. My mind danced with joy. Every cell of my body felt the romantic impact of the attainment. The normal period of meditation was over, even so, I did not feel like getting up. Yet, I had to abide by the rules. I abandoned meditation. I slept, but the state of meditation continued even in sleep.

All of a sudden, I saw a vision in mediation. I saw the morning sunrise over the horizon. In its light, I could clearly see a big and beautiful city of innumerable Shivalayas. Thereafter, the darkness spread out and that vision gradually merged and faded into it. Yet, the darkness did not completely vanish. It lasted quite some time.

Soon I saw the sunrise again; and in its light I saw for the second time the very same big and beautiful city. However, it appeared to be somewhat different from the former, though there was a lot of resemblance between the two. Some invisible divine power had been inspiring through these visions: “Son, the first city you saw was Medhavati and the second was Kayavarohan. Both were located at the same place. Yet, they appeared somewhat different because of a very long passage of time. You are our choice for the revival of Kayavarohan.”

Following these words, I had Darshana of two great sages – Maharishi Vishvamitraji and Lord Lakulishji. I bowed to them with immense faith and devotion. Tears of joy filled my eyes.

In utter humility, I said, “My Lord, your Darshana has made my life sublime. I am poor and resourceless. How shall I ever be able to carry out the revival of this Mahatirtha?” Back came the divine reply, “Our chosen son, you have only to act as an instrument of divine will. The task will take care of itself.”

Blessings received, my mind was overcome with a feeling of ecstatic joy. In a few moments, I was fast asleep. There is no difference whatsoever between the physical forms of Lord Lakulishji and my Gurudev. As such, I do not believe them to be different. Moreover, there are innumerable other reasons testifying to their sameness.

Gurudev is a Yogacharya; so is Lord Lakulishji. Both are believers in the One God theory and are propounders of the Pashupat Sect. Gurudev has initiated me in the One God theory as well as in the Pashupat Sect.


 The next morning at 7:00 a.m., I left my meditation room and sat in the living room.

At that time a firm resolve took root in my mind – the resolve of building an imposing temple and setting up a Sanskrit university. About that time, local friends of yesterday called on me. I asked, “Who is the most respected person in this area?” Sri Hirabhai Shamalbhai Patel of Cotton Gin,” was the reply.

I suggested, “Please send for him. I want to talk to him.” Two persons got up and in about fifteen minutes returned with Sri Hirabhai. This was our first meeting. As he took his seat, I went to my inner thoughts, “Shethji, I am visiting this place for the first time in my life. These friends had yesterday taken me round the local temples and helped me have Darshana of the Deities.

They had also narrated to me a brief history of this Tirtha. I have been mightily thrilled with the Darshana of Lord Brahmeshvarji. Yesterday, I came to know that when a new temple to Lord Somanathji was being constructed in Prabhas, Sri Dwarkapithadhishwara and His Highness Jam Saheb directed India’s noted sculptor, Sri Prabhashankar Sompura, to locate an ancient Shivlinga from some Shiv Tirtha. They wanted to install it in this new temple. As far as I know, Sri Sompura visited Kayavarohan in search of this Shiv Linga. He had been highly impressed with the Jyotirlinga of Lord Brahmeshvarji. So he placed before the residents of the Tirtha a proposal of taking away this Linga to Prabhas. The local residents, however, turned down this proposal and refused to part with the Linga.

With this background in mind, I venture to suggest that if the residents of the Tirtha agree to place this image of the Lord at my disposal, I will build a grand

Temple at the outskirts of the Tirtha. Right now, there is a lot of dirt around the place where the Lord is. Moreover, the site is very near the population and the place is also very cramped.

I was totally unknown to Sri Hirabhai. Yet, with a voice choked with emotion, he replied very respectfully, as though quite intimate to me, “Swamiji Maharaj,

you have given expression to my heart’s desire. To build a grand temple for Lord Brahmeshvarji and to revive the Mahatirtha are my life-long ambitions. I think the All Merciful Lord has sent you here for the fulfillment of this Shiv-resolve of mine.

I am fairly well-to-do. As such, on my own, I can build a simple temple costing about Rs. 50,000. I, however, do not propose to do so. My inner resolve is to construct for Lord Brahmeshvarji a grand temple of stone. Normally, two wise men think alike. It is not quite likely that two crazy men do so. Sri Hirabhai’s thoughts and my thoughts were in perfect harmony.

Sheer craze marked these thoughts. They were, of course, rooted in our Shiv-resolve. My craze was newborn, whereas Sri Hirabhai’s was long-standing. The understanding of mutual craze made us all the more emotional. In a way, this was what bound us together in love and mutual regard. It appears two crazy men met and merged in each other, like salt in water.

Clarifying my position, I said, “Hirabhai, at present I am practicing Yoga, hence, I will not be able to take to this new activity. I will commence work on it immediately after I attain a certain stage of meditation.” Sri Hirabhai paled. He asked eagerly, “Could you kindly indicate how many years this Yogic attainment will take?” I replied: “It all depends on God’s will. It is difficult to fix even an approximate time limit.” Crestfallen and dejected, he asked, “Shall I live until then?” This question made me pause and think seriously. After a silence of a few moments, I said, “Maybe both of us do not live long enough, but if it is a Shiv-resolve, it is bound to survive and triumph.

In the Vikram year 2021, I founded Sri Kayavarohan Tirtha Seva Samaj and drew a brief written outline of its plans. The estimated expenses were around Rs. 5 crores (Rs. 50,000,000). It was a highly ambitious plan that could be likened to the lifting of Govardhan Mountain and Lord Krishna was nowhere in site.

In the picture were only two crazy cowboys who did not even have a strong wooden staff. All they possessed was a small piece of decayed hollow bamboo. In the circumstances, who would believe that the huge Govardhan Mountain would eventually be lifted? One day, in solitude, Sri Hirabhai confided, “Swamiji, people do not believe in Mahatma. They believe in miracles. You are a Yogi, even a single act of a miracle will attract innumerable people and generate faith in them.” I laughed aloud. “Haribhai, the main drawback with this building is that it has no foundation. Had I been in possession of Yogic attainments, I would not have set up this Kayavarohan Tirtha Seva Samaj. I would have banked only on miracles.

Well, today let us both take a vow—a vow to share equally the burden of building an imposing temple for Lord Brahmeshvarji. We will suffer jointly and equally in this religious venture. In the matter of setting up the University, I will bear the lion’s share of hardships. You will be generally spared.”

He listened to every word of mine very respectfully. At last in a choked voice he said, “Narayan!, I deem you as my Guru. I have full faith in every word of yours. Right now, I take a solemn vow not to part company with you until I die. What is more, you will not find me wanting in every possible cooperation.”

For these courageous words of a faithful devotee, I thanked the All-Merciful God. “Lord, you have given me a high spirited companion.” And indeed, Sri Hirabhai was a religious-minded, pure and devoted person. He observed his vow till the last. When disease overwhelmed him, he became somewhat dispirited and upset. He used to speak up. Whosoever is born has to die. I am not at all afraid of death; I am ever ready for it. But I have a last wish – the wish to see with my own eyes the sacred temple of Lord Brahmeshvarji and the idol of Lakulishji installed therein. This is the only wish of mine.”

He passed his last years in this burning passion. He was nearing death. But, he appeared to suffer from some internal agony. As his last moments approached, his relatives and well-wishers became alert. The maternal uncle of Sri Hirabhai’s eldest son, Sri Dahyabhai, collected members of the whole family privately and said: “Now has come the time to ask him what his last wish was.”

Tearful and choked in voice, almost everybody spoke up simultaneously, “On our behalf, kindly accept this responsibility yourself. We will not be able to speak such a thing to him.” On the insistence of everybody, he accepted to act. One by one, all tiptoed into Sri Hirabhai’s room. With half-closed eyes, he saw all and understood the situation. He thought, “All these appear to have come with some special purpose.” He asked, “Why have you come here all at a time?” All averted their looks. They started controlling themselves, lest they should cry out. A few moments passed away without words. At last, his brother-in-law took courage in his hands and in a soft, loving voice requested, “You may now kindly tell us what your last wish is.”

He closed his eyes as if in introspection. After a while, he opened his eyes, and instead of replying to the query, shot back a question, “Do you promise you will fulfill my last wish?” Sri Dahyabhai, Sri Ramanbhai, Sri Manubhai, and Sri Hasmukhbhai, all four sons spoke up almost simultaneously, “Indeed we shall.”

“Then listen. The installation of Lord Lakulishji’s idol must be done in the new temple. This work must never stop.” The sons replied in a firm tone, “This is our vow. The temple construction work will not remain incomplete. We will see to it that your wish is fulfilled.”

Instantly, his face wore a glow of satisfaction. He said, “Please send for leading persons of the Tirtha.” All cars of the Cotton Gin were instantly in action. They returned soon with the leading persons. All entered Sri Hirabhai’s room. In a few moments, the entire room was packed with people. Someone whispered in the ears of Sri Hirabhai, who, with closed eyes, lay quiet in his bed. “The leading persons of the village have arrived.” He opened his eyes and surveyed the scene. Then he spoke in a feeble voice. “Do you know why you have been called?”


“Have you thought about it in all seriousness and have you arrived at any decision?”


“What is your decision?

“We will not allow the temple construction work to stop. It shall be completed.”

Despite this assurance, he asked again,

“Have you made this decision of your own free will?”


Having obtained this final ascent from the village elder men, he folded his hands in gratitude, in the lying posture. It appeared, this way he bade his final goodbye. Thereafter, his health deteriorated. Eventually, the inevitable happened and he commenced his last journey. The whole village was in tears.

The whole of Baroda District was grief-stricken. When I received this news, even my detached heart could not help acknowledge this holy attachment. I did mourn his parting. On this auspicious occasion, my heart goes out to him. I feel his absence today with some insufferable pang of agony.

On this occasion, I convey this pleasant and holy message to the soul of late Sri Hirabhai wherever he might be: “Dear brother, the temple of Lord Brahmeshvarji has been built. The idol of Lord Lakulishji has been installed therein. Your Shiv-resolve has been realized. Your sons and elites of the Tirtha have accorded full cooperation for the fulfillment of your last wish.”


One day, in my living room, we were only two – Sri Hirabhai and I. While on a topic, I said somewhat diffidently, “Haribhai, you are not keeping good health, this has been causing me some concern, I have laid before the Samaj an ambitious plan. In this Tirtha I do not know anyone except you. I cannot imagine how in your absence I will be able to carry on in the Tirtha and give shape to the agreed plan.”

His heart melted to hear these words of mine. He was in tears. In extremely sweet words he assured me, “Guruji, you are the beloved of God. You are never alone. God is always with you. It is not of much consequence whether or not someone like me is with you. My absence is not going to create any setback to your Shiv-resolve. I have one more submission to make. You can take all my four sons as your own. They will render you selfless service in every possible way.”

I did not reply. Inadvertently, I looked at my watch. It was time for meditation.

I got up. With a heavy heart, we departed. After six months my apprehension came true. “Lord Brahmeshvarji – installation of Lord Lakulishji’s idol” – With these thoughts uppermost in his mind, Sri Hirabhai left his earthly body. I know his four sons. They had been calling on me for their daily Pranams. But we had no occasion to talk. Yet, I could clearly see in their eyes the respect and love in which they held me. After the death of Sri Hirabhai, I visited Kayavarohan for the first time. His son Sri Dahyabhai presented himself in my services. He had been extremely careful and he saw to it that I did not feel the absence of his father. He had been looking after me very conscientiously. In the course of only four to six days, he won my affection.

I started calling him “Beta” (my son). On the death of Sri Hirabhai, Sri Kayavarohan Tirtha Seva Samaj appointed Sri Dahyabhai on the Board of Trustees. The weak financial position of the institution did not generate in him any pessimism, disappointment, inaction, or indifference. He was ever-ready for service. Seeing all this, I thought Sri Dahyabhai was also seized with the Shiv-resolve.

The resolve to revive this Tirtha first grew in the mind of Sri Hirabhai, next in me, and thereafter in Sri Dahyabhai. I felt immensely enthused, as I perceived the Shiv-resolve in the being of Sri Dahyabhai. I felt that this way God had given me new strength. Activities of any person possessed with Shiv-resolve constitute an open book. Service becomes his prime objective in life.

Day and night have meaning to him only insofar as they assist in taking him nearer his goal. When we approach some capable person and cajole him to help the cause of service, he might feel elated at the importance attached to him. Nevertheless, should he not be possessed with the Shiv-resolve, he can hardly be expected to extend full and genuine cooperation.

Some capable persons pass themselves as social servants. In fact, they are like greedy traders, who do not relish rending any service that would not bring them god name or some worldly gains. Or else, they prefer to wriggle out under one excuse or the other. There is a vast difference between an ordinary resolve and a Shiv-resolve. An ordinary resolve cracks up under the stress of one single stroke of an adverse happening.

On the other hand, the Shiv-resolve assumes more and more firmness as it encounters difficulties on the way. Various services to which Sri Dahyabhai was prompted by this holy resolve are incomparable and laudable. Indeed, on the altar of this resolve, he has sacrificed in about equal measure all his resources – body, mind, and wealth. Not only this, he has assigned topmost importance to service, casting aside all personal considerations.


In the Vikram year 2021, I founded Sri Kayavarohan Tirtha Seva Samaj. One full year, however, passed away before it could get registered. How can any work commence unless the Institution is registered? This way, one year was practically wasted. Thereafter, we started trying for tax exemption. This took us another year. At last, at the end of 2023, we could make a feeble start. Even here, some difficulties cropped up.

For some reason or the other, leaders of this Tirtha could not see eye to eye. By the grace of God, however, this feud came to an end and local residents gifted land to this Institution, donated liberally, and cooperated wholeheartedly in its development and progress. The light of Shiv-resolve had eventually kindled in the hearts of a few leading persons. Whatever you see here today, owes in a large measure to the liberal contribution of the residents of this Tirtha who have always been in the forefront of service.


Sri Kayavarohan Tirtha Seva Samaj had drawn ambitious plans, the attainment of which anticipated services of some stalwarts. As it happened, until very recently, people with only limited capabilities and resources have come forward to volunteer their services to this Institution. On one hand, they had to work hard for their livelihood and on the other hand, they had to find time for the Samaj in order to assist a spiritual cause.

This was very difficult. Yet, the Shiv-resolve that had also sprouted in these humble persons was enthusing them and providing them with new impetus. These comprised three kinds of members – my disciples, well-wishers and friends, and devotees to God. Each one of them has made sacrifices according to their capacities for the perpetuation of this Institution, its development, and the attainments of its set goals. Our edifice had been built on a solid foundation.


This way we had been making some progress. It was, however, very tardy. As a result, I was not in sight of the end of my ordeal. Elections, famine, drought, heavy rains, flood havocs – all these followed one another – did not abate or stop. Under such adverse conditions, who can the volunteers approach for donation and help? What can be their plea to the prospective donors?

Who can be inspired to strive for happiness in future lives unless his immediate miseries are redressed? The whole project was worth RS. 4 crores, and during four years, only Rs. 43,000 could be collected as gifts and donations. To keep up the general prestige of the Institution and to help it carry on with the projects on hand, the late Sri Hirabhai Patel had advanced the Institution an interest-free loan of Rs. 60,000.

In the course of time, this amount touched Rs. 1 lakh (Rs. 100,000) mark. Workers of the Samaj could not raise their heads in public, because of the weight of the debts the Institution had incurred. With commendable forbearance, they had held on fast to their self-chosen duty. Yet, often did they too lose heart.

At that time, the ambitious project of setting up the University was not under serious consideration for immediate implementation; but there were very many persons who were quite vocal expressing open doubts as to whether the temple itself would at all be completed. In the year 2026, the collection totaled Rs. 4 lakhs only.

Even then, not a single pie could be returned against the late Sri Hirabhai Patel’s loan of Rs 1 lakh. Yet, their sons did not even remind us of returning their money, leave aside, press for it. On the contrary, they expressed their willingness to advance yet another interest-free loan.

With the appointment of new members on the second three-year Executive Committee, the Shiv-resolve gained added momentum. In a short time, it paid off Sri Hirabhai’s debt of Rs. 1 lakh and pushed the figure to donation to

Rs. 9 lakhs. This brought new vigor to the members and the Institution. A new hope and confidence pervaded their hearts.


Last year, after a good bit of discussion, the Executive Committee made a vital decision. It decided to install the idol of Lord Lakulishji in Vaishakh of the Vikram year 2030, come what it may. The third Executive Committee was to be appointed very shortly. Thought was also given to the election of the new Chairman. The choice fell on Baroda’s noted industrialist, Sri Nanubhai Amin.

In the first meeting of the Third Executive Committee, thought was given to the idol installation ceremony and the Sixtieth Birthday celebrations. They also estimated the expenses to be incurred on the temple construction, publication of books, construction of the Pandals, and other arrangements connected with these two functions.

The total worked out to Rs. 8 to 10 lakhs. Sant Muni Rajarshi and Sri Nanubhai Amin gave detailed thought to every aspect of these two celebrations and worked out details of the best manner in which to conduct the work. What is more, both started working very enthusiastically. This made me feel that both had been possessed with the pious Shiv-resolve.

One day, in solitude, Sri Nanubhai expressed his inner thought in a serious tone,

“Guruji, Sant Muni Rajarshi, and I will act as your hands and feet.” I was mightily pleased with these words. I felt the All-Merciful God had sent me the right type of disciples at the most critical time.

Within the course of only four months, Sri Nanubhai converted the bullock cart to the Executive Committee into a high-speed motorcar. Every member of the Committee became his admirer and was happy to work according to his directions. This miracle was the result of the Shiv-resolve that had possessed the minds and hearts of the members.


In the Vikram year 2024, Dwarkapithadishwar the Venerable Sri Sachidanandji Jagadguru had performed the ceremony of laying the foundation stone of this Brahmeshvar Temple. Today, once again it is our good luck that by the grace of God, this temple is being inaugurated by his own holy hands. To me, this auspicious occasion of the Pran-Prantishtha of Lord Brahmeshvarji is a great day of grand festival.

For today, after nineteen years, my divine dream – once thought of as difficult of attainment – has come true before my own eyes. No longer can I now think of it as a dream. I deem it to be a great favor of Lord Shivji. When this Shiv-resolve had fires germinated in my mind, I did not have even a pie.

Nor did I have well-to-do disciples and well-wishers. At the same time, my body, mind, and intellect did not have the necessary capabilities or worthiness. I had only one thing – unshakable faith in the holy feet of the All-Merciful Lord Shivji. Verily, the Shiv-resolve is a mighty force.

If it takes root even in a humble being, it is bound to be fulfilled. I concede before you that this attainment is not my attainment. It is the attainment of Lord Shivji. Let his attainment be with Him alone. May there be divine worship to Shiva. I bow again at the holy feet of Lord Shivji for this great grace of His.


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