… At one point, Baba questioned his lovers, “Do you want to see me like this [touching his body] or like this?” and he raised his arms and gazed upward with a glorious look on his face. Before anyone could say a word, Baba, again stretching his arms high, declared, “Like this! You should want God the Beloved!”
[4 November 1962, Lord Meher p. 4876]
20 May 1958,
… In India, Baba had circulated his message about the “dark cloud” that hovered overhead. Baba continued to explain:
The dark cloud is approaching very fast. Only a few will hold on to me. Those who are near me, not in space but in love. The rest will leave me. The age-old experience will be repeated. In this incarnation, I have a large following, but again I shall be left with a few. It is as if around me there are many beautiful buildings. It took years to build them, but when an earthquake comes, they are destroyed in a few seconds. Only a few survive.
[Lord Meher p. 4363]
… I like qawaali songs best. There is a depth to what the qawaals utter and to the words they use. The qawaali songs are all based on me — about my greatness and about my work. Qawaalis are not religious but spiritual songs. They are devotional songs and have nothing to do with religion.
– Meher Baba
Ankh Uthi Mohabbat Ne Angrai Li
https://youtu.be/DKpzCm_nxTo
https://youtu.be/BIOgR38G2Zs
आज की बात फिर नहीं होगी ये मुलाक़ात फिर नहीं होगी
ऐसे बादल तो फिर भी आएंगे ऐसी बरसात फिर नहीं होगी
रात उनको भी यूं हुआ महसूस जैसे ये रात फिर नहीं होगी
एक नज़र मुड़ के देखने वाले क्या ये खैरात फिर नहीं होगी
ये जो दीवाने से दो चार नज़र आते हैं
इन में कुछ साहिब-ए-असरार नज़र आते हैं
तेरी महफ़िल का भरम रखते हैं सो जाते हैं
वरना ये लोग तो बेदार नज़र आते हैं
मेरे दामन में तो काँटों के सिवा कुछ भी नहीं
आप फूलों के खरीदार नज़र आते हैं
हश्र में कौन गवाही मेरी देगा ‘साग़र’
सब तुम्हारे ही तरफ़-दार नज़र आते हैं
चांदनी रात याद आती है
वो मुलाकात याद आती है
देख कर उन घनेरी जुल्फों को
मस्त बरसात याद आती है
आँख उठी आँख उठी आँख उठी
आँख उठी वो वो …
ज़रा बचके चलना सम्भलना सम्भलना
लो वो आँख उठी वो वो
तिरछी नज़रों से न देखो आशिक़-ए-दिल-गीर को
कैसे तीर-अंदाज़ हो सीधा तो कर लो तीर को
आँख उठी वो वो
जिस तरफ़ उठ गई हैं आहें हैं
चश्म-ए-बद-दूर क्या निगाहें हैं
आँख उठी वो वो
जिधर उठायी नज़र क़त्ल-ए-आम तुमने किया
कज़ा का नाम हुआ और काम तुमने किया
आँख उठी वो वो
आँख उठी मोहब्बत ने अंगड़ाई ली
दिल का सौदा हुआ चाँदनी रात में
उनकी नज़रों ने कुछ ऐसा जादू किया
लुट गए हम तो पहली मुलाकात में
उनकी नज़रों ने हम पे ऐसा जादू किया
शराब सीख़ पे डाली कबाब शीशे में
खुद तड़प कर उन के जानिब गिर गया
देखो ऐसा जादू किया
उनकी नज़रों ने हम पे ऐसा जादू किया
हम होश भी अपने भूल गए
ईमान भी अपना भूल गए
इक दिल ही नहीं उस बज़्म में हम
न जाने क्या क्या भूल गए
जो बात थी उनको कहने की
वो बात ही कहना भूल गए
गैरों के फ़साने याद रहे
हम अपना फ़साना भूल गए
ऐसा जादू किया
उनकी नज़रों ने हम पे ऐसा जादू किया
क्या क्या निगाह-ए-यार में तासीर हो गयी
बिजली कभी बनी कभी शमशीर हो गयी
ऐसी मिली है अपनी नज़र उस नज़र के साथ
सब छोड़ने पड़े हैं हमें उम्र भर के साथ
महफ़िल में बार बार उन पर नज़र गयी
हमने बचाई लाख मगर फिर उधर गयी
उनकी निगाह में कोई जादू ज़रूर था
जिस पर पड़ी उसी के जिगर में उतर गयी
ऐसा जादू किया
उनकी नज़रों ने हम पे ऐसा जादू किया
बन के तस्वीर-ए-गम रह गए हैं
खोये खोये से हम रह गए हैं
बाँट ली सबने आपस में खुशियां
मेरे हिस्से में ग़म रह गए हैं
अब न उठना सरहाने से मेरे
अब तो गिनती के दम रह गए हैं
अब न उठना सरहाने से मेरे
अब न उठना सरहाने से मेरे
क़ज़ा से आँख लड़ी है ज़रा ठहर जाओ
क़रीब मौत खड़ी है ज़रा ठहर जाओ
अब न उठना सरहाने से मेरे
तुम्हारा जाना नाकाम ए तमन्ना का है मर जाना
अब न उठना सरहाने से मेरे
चारागर बीमार-ए-गम को यूँ दुआ देने लगे
अब दवा होती नहीं है दुआएं देने लगे
अब न उठना सरहाने से मेरे
अब न उठना सरहाने से मेरे
अब तो गिनती के दम रह गए हैं
काफिला चल के मंजिल पे पहुँचा
ठहरो ठहरो के हम रह गए हैं
ऐ ‘सबा’ एक ज़हमत ज़रा फिर
उनकी जुल्फों में ख़म रह गए हैं
देख कर उनके मंगतो की गैरत
दंग अहल-ए-करम रह गए हैं
उन की सत्तारियाँ कुछ न पूछो
आसियों के भरम रह गए हैं
कायनात-ए-जफ़ा-ओ-वफ़ा में
एक तुम एक हम रह गए हैं
आज साकी पिला शैख को भी
एक ये मोहतरम रह गए हैं
मेरे साकी पिला …
वो भी थोड़ी सी जो इन आँखों के पैमाने में है
मेरे साकी पिला …
साकी गम-ए-ज़माने को दुश्नाम चाहिए
और मैं मुझे तो सिर्फ तेरा नाम चाहिए
मैं गौर कर रहा हूँ रंग वज़ू-ए-हयात पर
इस वक्त इक छलकता हुआ जाम चाहिए
साकी मुझे शराब की तोहमत नहीं पसंद
मुझको तेरी निगाह का इलज़ाम चाहिए
बस मेरे साकी पिला …
ऐ साकी, साकी अभी मैखाने का दर बंद न करना
शायद मुझे जन्नत की हवा रास न आये
बस मेरे साकी पिला …
सुरूर चीज़ की मिक़दार पर नहीं मौक़ूफ़
ये मुस्कुराती हुई चीज़ मुस्कुरा के पिला
पिला मेरे साकी पिला …
आज साकी पिला शैख को भी
एक ये मोहतरम रह गए हैं
अल्लाह अल्लाह ये किसकी गली है
उठते उठते कदम रह गए हैं
नज़र मिला के मेरे पास आ के लूट लिया
लूट लिया लूट लिया
नज़र मिला के मेरे पास आ के लूट लिया
नज़र हटी थी कि फिर मुस्कुरा के लूट लिया
कोई ये लूट तो देखो कि उस ने जब चाहा
मुझी में रह के मुझी में समा के लूट लिया
ऐसा जादू किया
उनकी नज़रों ने हम पे ऐसा जादू किया
उनकी नज़रों ने कुछ ऐसा जादू किया
लुट गए हम तो पहली मुलाकात में
साथ अपना वफा में ना छूटे कभी
प्यार की डोर बनकर न टूटे कभी
छूट जाए ज़माना कोई गम नहीं
हाथ तेरा रहे बस मेरे हाथ में
रुत है बरसात की देखो ज़िद मत करो
रात अँधेरी है बादल हैं छाए हुए
रुक भी जाओ सनम तुमको मेरी क़सम
अब कहाँ जाओगे ऐसी बरसात में
है तेरी याद इस दिल से लिपटी हुई
हर घड़ी तसव्वुर तेरे हुस्न का
तेरी उल्फत का पहरा लगा है सनम
कौन आएगा मेरे ख़यालात में
जिस तरह चाहे वो आजमा ले हमें
मुन्तजिर हैं बस उनके इशारे पे हम
मुस्कुरा कर ‘फ़ना’ वो तलब तो करें
जान भी अपनी दे देंगे सौगात में
आँख उठी मोहब्बत ने अंगड़ाई ली
दिल का सौदा हुआ चाँदनी रात में …
20 May 1958,
… After a break everyone rose, Baba also, while Harry Kenmore recited the Master’s Prayer and the Prayer of Repentance. Baba resumed: “Is everyone here prepared to obey me 100 percent? You should be very honest. [Everyone raised his or her hand.] Can you obey me 100 percent?”
John Lawton, a man in his twenties who had come from Wales with his wife Dawn, exclaimed, “It is impossible!”
“One should try,” Baba replied. “Harry Kenmore has had a [heated] discussion on this point and has said one must obey, not try to do so. That is one of the reasons he has come here. What I want is love and obedience. I might manifest in you if you have them. Discourses and messages are good, but they are mere words. What I want is your love and obedience. 100 percent. I want one who does his best. In the time of Jesus, I said the same thing: ‘Leave all and follow me,’ and the same in the time of Krishna and Zoroaster.
“I do not mean you to leave all your responsibilities, but that my will becomes yours. My will should be your pleasure. God is infinite honesty. To love God you should be honest. Who will obey me 100 percent? I asked the same question at the Indian Sahavas. People said they would lay down their lives for me, including many intelligent people, scholars, lawyers and the like.”
A discussion ensued. Some said they would try. On being asked, Harry Kenmore boomed, “If one says one will try, one will always find excuses. One must do it! If Baba asks beyond one’s capacity and one fails, it is Baba’s fault!”
“In the spiritual path, there is no compromise,” Baba said. “Raise your hands who cannot obey me.” Not one raised a hand. “Now raise your hands who will try to obey me.” Everyone except one of Margaret Craske’s ballet dancers raised his hand.
Thereupon, Baba stated:
Age after age, when the Avatar comes, he has only a small group of followers. In this cycle it is different. This cycle is something special. Now thousands in the south of India follow me. Recently the government approved a textbook on my life for use in the schools. The Zoroastrians were once opposed to me, but now they come and love me. Several saints came to the sahavas and loved and respected me, and many yogis came, too. Shuddhanand Bharati, a famous yogi from the south of India, also participated in the sahavas, dressed in a yellow robe with a long beard. He came and sat on the platform with me. He said he too wished to take upon himself the duty of spreading my name.
In India, Baba had circulated his message about the “dark cloud” that hovered overhead. Baba continued to explain:
The dark cloud is approaching very fast. Only a few will hold on to me. Those who are near me, not in space but in love. The rest will leave me. The age-old experience will be repeated. In this incarnation, I have a large following, but again I shall be left with a few. It is as if around me there are many beautiful buildings. It took years to build them, but when an earthquake comes, they are destroyed in a few seconds. Only a few survive.
The doctors have said: “Don’t go to the West; this is a bad time.” But I replied: “No, I must go to meet my lovers and tell them these things.”
If you love me 100 percent, you will be able to hold on to me. Obey me at all costs — especially until July 10. You will never see me again in the flesh. All will come to pass in quick succession as I have said, anytime after the 10th.
Baba mentioned that a Gujarati newspaper that used to print articles against him published an astrological prediction that a great Parsi Saint would manifest this year [1958], adding, “But I am not a saint! I am the Ancient One, and I tell you the time has come.”
Baba continued, “You will see me only in your memory. When I drop my body, I will remain in all who love me. I can never die. Love me, obey me, and you will find me. Henceforth, no one should give me a gift in cash or kind. Only your love will be accepted. I only want your love.
“We will now have a little change. The raising of hands has made me very happy. Now Harry Kenmore will tell you what I mean by obedience.”
Kenmore explained about the four types of obedience as discoursed by Baba in Poona and Bombay. Baba then stated, “It is impossible to obey me 100 percent, unless you have 100 percent love for me and accept me 100 percent as God Incarnate. Therefore, it is for you who have raised your hands to do my will.
“The purpose of my coming to the West has been accomplished. Tomorrow we will start discourses. Now let us have some jokes.”
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28 November 1955,
… There was an interval for lunch at eleven o’clock. Although Baba had previously asked the group to rest afterward until 1:00 P.M., he had the gathering reassembled at 12:30 to hear bhajans from Madhusudan, Pratap and the Poona bhajan mandali. Before the bhajans started, Suloo Meshram of Jabalpur sought Baba’s permission to sing a song before him. On being allowed, he started in a sort of dolorous voice which was neither singing nor speaking.
After a few minutes, Baba stopped him, remarking jokingly, “Although I am not in the habit of sleeping at all during the night or at any other time, your rendering will surely make me drowsy, and the infection will spread to all those gathered in the hall with the result that those who are already yawning will begin to doze, and those not yawning will start. You have written a very good song. You love me; but when you sing, I feel drowsy! Don’t think I sleep, but your voice makes me sleepy! If I once sleep, the whole universe will sleep!”
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4 November 1962,
… On Sunday morning, 4 November 1962 at 6:00 A.M., those who had not met Baba before, arrived by buses, and as instructed, began streaming through the gates of Guruprasad. Hearing their shouts of acclamation, Baba, the all-merciful Father, was already on the dais, and he immediately commenced embracing his children, one by one. The darshan pandal was empty — there were no throngs at this meeting — and by nine o’clock, all had had Baba’s darshan and embrace.
After meeting with his Eastern lovers, Baba went to the hall in Guruprasad to see the Westerners. “He looked terribly tired, infinitely tired,” Filis Frederick recorded. “His face was full of Christ-suffering.”
But within a few moments, Baba seemed fresh and glowing. He greeted his lovers, “Since six o’clock this morning, I have been on the dais. All else is suspended for the sake of my lovers. I cannot give embraces. I have to be free for the public at 2:00 P.M. This morning I have done my duty of love; now you will help.”
Within these four days, Baba had embraced almost 7,000 lovers, and he told the Westerners: “Your love gives me strength and renews me, which is borne out this morning. I have come after embracing 3,000 lovers!”
Baba informed the group, “In about half an hour, you will hear some of the best musicians of India. They play classical music. The chief singer is Vinayak Rao Patwardhan. He visited Russia some months ago, and it is said that [the Russian Premier Nikita] Khrushchev looked down his throat to see if he was concealing some instrument, so remarkable is his voice!
“Patwardhan and his whole family love me very much. He usually charges a big fee to perform, but gives his best performance for me without any fee. When I sent him word, he postponed his engagement in Calcutta and will soon be here to sing before me.”
Referring to a qawaali sung the day before, Baba commented, “The lover complained about separation from his Beloved. The Beloved seems very callous. The lover has to stitch up his lips. This is what happens when you get the gift of love from God! Thus, suffering is God’s gift to man.
“The seventh-plane Biblical saint Zacharias sealed his lips, although he was sawed from head to toe! I am thinking of sewing you up, Anita, from head to foot to seal your lips!”
Baba asked where Ivy Duce was, and also Helen Webb. Both were ill with the flu and had stayed at their hotels. Baba sent Charmian Duce to bring them, stating this occasion was their last chance to see him in his physical form.
Then he began to joke with the group. He teased Harry Kenmore about his big appetite and eating so much. “Right after breakfast he is hungry!”
When Baba heard that Marion Florsheim and Zaronhi Bahjejian had gotten back their passports from the thieves, he commented, “Nothing goes anywhere, but it comes to me. Remember that you wanted to give me Rs.400? The thief took away exactly Rs.400. So, now it is settled.”
Baba reminded the group to send him one letter when they returned home. He also stated, “In 1963, I will not see anyone, nor hear any correspondence. I will prepare for the urge to break my silence. In an emergency, you may send me a telegram reply-paid. Reply-paid forms, when not needed for replying to you, can then be used for cabling others.”
Baba reprimanded Kenmore for yawning, and when he retorted that he was relaxing, Baba declared, “If I relaxed, everything would collapse!”
Baba advised them not to go to far-off places in the north of India or they might get stranded, and also to inform Meherjee of their departure plans. Some of the Eastern volunteers came in to embrace Baba.
At one point, Baba urged, “Instead of blood, let the love of God flow through your veins! Is it possible, Francis?”
Francis replied, “Nothing is impossible when you say it!”
Patwardhan arrived and began warming up. At 10:10 A.M., the music started. Kamat was playing the tabla; there was also a sitar player (Laxman Waze) and a flutist (Sakaram Jaibahar). At one point, Kamat gave a solo performance, and Baba told the Westerners to watch his fingers. All applauded when Kamat finished. After an hour, the musicians embraced Baba and departed. Baba remarked, “If you could understand what he just sang, you would feel so happy. There will be no singing tomorrow.”
At one point, Baba questioned his lovers, “Do you want to see me like this [touching his body] or like this?” and he raised his arms and gazed upward with a glorious look on his face. Before anyone could say a word, Baba, again stretching his arms high, declared, “Like this! You should want God the Beloved!”
Burjor Bode, the engineer of the Poona Municipality, came in to embrace Baba. Baba then introduced him to the Westerners.
Before the morning session ended, Baba asked the men and women to exchange seats for the afternoon, because the women had been sitting in the sun on their side of the pandal for three consecutive days.
Irwin and Edward Luck and Phil Cowans were lingering by the door after everyone had filed out. They, too, turned to leave when all of a sudden Baba snapped his fingers loudly. They turned and looked at him, and he gestured, “Remember, I am God in human form.” Again, they turned to go. Baba snapped his fingers and repeated, “Remember, I am God in the human form! That is all you need to know!” and then he motioned for them to leave.
Irwin had a feeling that he was supposed to see Baba again that day and asked Eruch, who went back inside to consult Baba. Baba gestured no, they were mistaken, and Irwin, Edward and Phil left.
That night, both Luck brothers had similar dreams of dying on a battlefield in a war and of Baba being present but not looking at them (although they were repeating his name). The next morning, Baba called them. Some of the Australians were singing, and Baba asked if anyone had had a dream. The Luck brothers narrated theirs.
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February 1948,
… After returning to Ahmednagar, on 22 February 1948, Baba in the evening discussed matters with the mandali in the Ice Factory Bungalow. In the course of the conversation, the subject of the Master’s manifestation came up and Baba asked those present, “What do you think constitutes 100 percent proof of my manifestation as the Avatar?”
Khak Saheb, Babadas, Kaka (who was on silence), Ramjoo, Adi Sr., Ghani, Dhake, Ramjoo and Nariman (who was visiting from Bombay) expressed their views, but Baba further observed:
You people say that at the time of my Avataric manifestation, mankind will receive a shock like an earthquake and I will appear at different places in my physical form. But such ideas do not prove the Avatar’s manifestation 100 percent.
In the Avatar is contained the whole of creation. All the lives contained in the world are like his limbs. If a scorpion stings a man on one part of his body, the brain immediately knows it and pain is felt throughout the body. Similarly, when the Avatar will ‘sting’ [manifest], every life sustained in creation will feel it. Thus, the Avatar’s presence on this plane and the scorpion’s sting [manifestation] will be experienced by all.
If the sun were to shine 24 hours a day and there was no darkness, the presence of the sun would not be recognized, unless there was complete darkness once. The rising of the sun consequent to darkness would make humanity appreciate the presence of the sun. The dark night is signified by the scorpion’s sting.
Thinking of pralaya, Ghani interjected, “Darkness may also mean mass annihilation and dissolution of the world!”
Baba laughed and remarked, “You all [those present] remember this subject of dissolution.”
Continuing, Baba spelled out on the alphabet board:
After the Avatar’s manifestation, humanity will receive the Light in different degrees proportionate to each one’s receptivity. Those out in the open will experience the full light of the sun; those holding umbrellas over their heads will receive less; and those who remain closeted in their houses will get even less.
This means that those who keep themselves shut up in the houses of their desires will receive the least Light; those who, though out in the open, hold an umbrella over their head — refuse to open their heart to God — will receive less; and those of pure desires and an open heart will experience the full brilliance of the Avatar’s coming.
“Will we experience the Light or not?” Ghani asked.
Baba jokingly replied, “Look at the ways of your Avatar! Though I stay in Ahmednagar, I go all the way to Pimpalgaon for the night. If you can grasp this, you will get the Light!”
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27 May 1958,
… Baba had given a discourse on “Compassion” from the material, spiritual and divine points of view, dictated for Irene Conybeare’s book In Quest of Truth. It was read out.
Baba then commented:
The explanations here are perfect, provided one understands how the law of karma works. In India, I said to the mandali, “I am now helpless physically. I am mentally helpless and spiritually helpless.”
The mandali could not understand how the Avatar of the Age could become helpless spiritually. Last night, Eruch asked me: “How is it possible for God to become spiritually helpless?” Now I repeat my explanation to him.
I am conscious of all-power and I am conscious of all-knowing. I know everything. I am conscious that I can do anything — everything. But at this moment, now, I do not want to do anything. If I use my power, the purpose of my suffering for the universe will not be served.
Jesus was all-powerful, all-knowing. He knew he had to be crucified and could have used his power to avoid it, but he did not want to use it. He made himself so helpless as to cry out on the cross: “My God, even You have forsaken me!” Why? He could use his power, but he did not want to use it. At present, I have spiritual helplessness.
“Harry, is it clear to you?” Kenmore nodded.
“If it is clear to you, it is clear to all.” Baba then asked Kenmore to give an explanation. Baba smiled while he was talking.
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… Changing the topic, Baba then remarked:
I am fed up with my silence. My disgust is neither mental, physical nor spiritual; it is disgust with the mandali! The disgust with mandali members is individual. Worldly disgust is also individual. Distaste for everything is there. I have disgust because of my silence, and when I see the disgust of the mandali, mine is increased.
Everyone is fed up, and the disgust of everyone devolves on me. The disgust the world feels also falls to my lot, in addition to the disgust I already feel about my silence. But all this disgust will evaporate when I break my silence.
Addressing the mandali, Baba asked, “Even if you have disgust, what happens? You must get disgusted with disgust itself!”
Baba continued:
I am silent and do not speak at all. Have you any idea how disgusted I am with this silence?
I agree with Nilu’s medical opinion that I should daily take a walk in the open air. Thereby my health will certainly improve. I am free for four months from the responsibilities of the mandali and near ones, and I could have acted on his advice. But even during these four months, I am bound by a certain important work. That binding is infinitely bigger than the present bindings. It is so important that it will eat my life right out of me. Honestly! I am not just talking in the air — it will corrode my very life! If my body lasts, I have to do this work until the end of December. Yesterday was the first day I felt physically as bad as on similar past occasions, though this time the attack was more severe.
So I have the kantala [disgust] of the mandali’s kantala and also that of the world’s, which will disappear once I speak; but I cannot do that until the kantala increases.
To illustrate this, Baba stated:
At noon the sun is always at its meridian. When the mornings are cloudy, though it is not dark, the sun is not visible. When it is cloudy at night, the darkness is more. Suppose it is cloudy until a quarter to twelve noon, and suddenly the clouds disappear at midday. When the sun shines, it will be the usual, bright midday sun. But there is a difference in the atmosphere. The sudden appearance of the sun after the clouds will prove pleasing and cheerful. But if clouds remain for a month, it will give rise to disgust, which would increase every day. When the clouds finally disappear, the disgust will also disappear. Everything will then look cheerful and fine, and the effect of the sun on the mind, heart and health will be very good.
So is the case with me. The clouds may disperse even at one minute to twelve noon, but in that one minute I feel greater disgust. Just as with a pregnant woman having birth pangs and feeling fed up until she delivers the child, I too feel greater disgust at the time clouds are dispersing. The woman knows that the child will be born in five minutes and she will be free of her troubles; still, at the moment she feels it is better to die. Just see the limits of disgust in these five minutes. My disgust is now nearing that pitch! How ridiculous it would be to ask the woman in labor to take a walk in the fresh air. She would reply that she knows all about what is going to happen to her, since she has already given birth to ten children. So he who has had experience of this sort of disgust knows it only too well.
While conversing with the mandali later that same day, Baba observed:
Why do you suffer from loss of memory? When someone receives a sudden shock, he is likely to lose his memory. His mind goes blank and its past link with things related to it is snapped. Sanskaras are there in the mind, but because of the snapping of the mental link, one does not recognize anyone or anything. He even forgets his near and dear ones.
Similarly, at the time of death a great shock is felt, resulting in loss of memory. One completely forgets his past life. Suppose in the past life you were a boy or a girl, good or bad, but in the present life you have no knowledge of it because the link has snapped. During death, the mind receives such a shock that it affects all the impressions. When again a child is born, the effect of the shock is dissipated, the mind opens, the link restarts and life begins functioning. The impressions that were covered are now uncovered and are used up in actions.
It is all according to your impressions of illusion, or the dream, that these are there. The present life is nothing but the result of the actions of the past life. Due to loss of memory, you have forgotten those impressions and feel like it is starting a fresh life, but in fact you are continuing the old life. It is due to your past sanskaras that you are with me, play cricket with me and listen to discourses. Illusion has a law and law is based on the circle, but that is a different matter. As the sun rises daily in the East, the sanskaras of the past life are spent in this life.
Past impressions of the mind, when they turn into actions in the present life, create new sanskaras. Mind is full of sanskaras, and past sanskaras are to be expended. But alongside, new sanskaras crop up. Due to his past sanskaras, Kishan Singh has to take down what I am saying now. While writing, he thinks that whatever Baba is saying he is writing. This thought does not belong to past sanskaras and thus he creates new impressions. Mind is freed and is bound, and it binds itself by freeing itself. This goes on and on until annihilation of the mind is achieved and liberation gained.
… Yet the turmoil of this Age is not hidden from God. It is His game. In the eternal struggle between darkness and light, darkness seems to be victorious. Its apparent triumph, however, brings about its own defeat. It is light’s (knowledge’s) play to let darkness (ignorance) believe itself the victor. What is this darkness before the effulgence when a single ray of light can absorb even the deepest darkness?
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