In plain words
If he gives it so, you burst out wailing. He gives the telegram: Sir, find out about it. Telephone and find out. He gives you the idea. In the same way God goes on giving fitting counsel. Doing this is very wrong of you. In your narrow mind itself you take this for the truth and act on it. To each, his own is correct. But God keeps correcting. Only if you give it into His hand will He give it rightly. So you must not decide on your own. We must try to live with the feeling: it is offered to God. A small example. Lakṣmaṇa set out and went with Rāma. Three commands were given to Rāma alone. For the boon given to Kaika, he must stay fourteen years in the forest. He must wear bark garments and go to the forest. But for Lakṣmaṇa there were no such conditions at all. He could wear any clothes. If he wished he could go, or else stay. But out of his Prema for Rāma he thought, "Ayodhyā without Rāma is a mere forest to me." He thought, "If I am with Rāma, the forest itself is Ayodhyā to me." If Rāma wears bark garments, will he go wearing silk garments? He will not. He thought, "Whatever path is that Lord's, that same path is mine." In whatever way Rāma is, in that same way I must go. I must follow His wish. Rāma did not agree. He bowed down. "Brother, I do not want a life without You." He said. I have a wife. I have a kingdom. I have children. But for me You are my all. So I will come with You. Without Your consent I will give up my life, but I will not stay in Ayodhyā. On account of that, Rāma allowed it. They came down on the Citrakūṭa mountain. Sītā, a king's daughter who had never walked, walked and walked and grew tired. Rāma called Lakṣmaṇa. Brother! Sītā seems tired. Build a hut of leaves. She will take rest. Lakṣmaṇa asked. "Brother, where should I build it?" "Build it wherever you like," He said. All at once Lakṣmaṇa collapsed. He beat his head, saying, "What sin I have done!" Sītā was astonished. What had Rāma said? He said nothing to you. "He only told you to build it where you like; why are you grieving so much, Lakṣmaṇa?" So she asked. Is this word not enough! Do I have a wish of my own! I have no wish at all. Your wish alone is my wish. So if it has come from Rāma's mouth that I have a wish of my own, what sin I must have done! How can I be one who has taken refuge? If I have a wish of my own, it is no Śaraṇāgati at all. I have no wish. Your wish alone is my wish. On account of that feeling, Rāma called him near: "Lakṣmaṇa, a mistake has been made. The fault is Mine.