… You see me in this physical form, but every moment I am crucified. Only the fortunate ones know this. I suffer as no one could suffer; I suffer because I love.
– Meher Baba [ 23 September 1954 ]
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2 November 1962,
… Changing the topic, Baba said, “Today, I have to embrace 4,000 lovers from outstations. On the 4th [of November], more than 10,000 will come for my darshan, since it is the darshan day open to the public. So, be prepared. It might rain again today and you might have to change clothes.
“Did you get wet yesterday, Ben? Were you awake when it rained?” Ben Hayman jokingly replied that during the rain he fell asleep.
Baba commented, “I get infinitely bored, so I brought on the showers. I would like to retire to my sound sleep state for 700 years, but I have to give my Word to the world. The heart of the world has to feel the impact of my Word. I cannot help it, though I would like to go to sleep for 700 years.”
Baba inquired who got wet yesterday and remarked, “No matter how hard it rains or blows, stick to your posts.”
Baba quoted this couplet of Hafiz:
Be firm as a rock in the midst of the storm of love,
Or it might turn you topsy-turvy.
“That was nothing yesterday, only a shower. Let us see what happens today. Dr. Chamberlain, were you wet?”
Chamberlain said, “I had no protection.”
“I was the protection there. Joseph, did you get wet?”
Joseph Harb answered, “It was the universal baptism!”
“Harry?”
“The outside was as wet as inside,” Kenmore quipped.
“I am happy to hear it. But when you feel completely wet, soaked in love for God, it will be so glorious that even the brilliance of the sun will be dim before that glory. You must become saturated with love!”
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… I remain infinitely helpless because, while having infinite power at my command, I do not use it. I shall use it only when I break my silence to give a universal spiritual awakening. And when I drop this body, I shall use my bliss for 700 years until my next advent.
– Meher Baba [ 9 December 1962 ]
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है कहाँ का इरादा तुम्हारा सनम
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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
शबे ग़म की सहर नहीं होती
हो भी तो मेरे घर नहीं होती
ज़िंदगी तू ही मुख़्तसर हो जा
शबे ग़म मुख़्तसर नहीं होती
राज़दारों से बचके चलता हूं
ग़मगुसारों से बचके चलता हूं
मुझको धोका दिया सहारों ने
अब सहारों से बचके चलता हूं
मैंने मासूम बहारों में तुम्हें देखा है
मैंने पुरनूर सितारों में तुम्हें देखा है
मेरे महबूब तेरी पर्दानशीनी की क़सम
मैंने अश्क़ों की कतारों में तुम्हें देखा है
हम बुतों से जो प्यार करते हैं
नक़्ल-ए-परवरदिगार करते हैं
इतनी कसमें न खाओ घबराकर
जाओ हम ऐतबार करते हैं
अब भी आ जाओ कुछ नहीं बिगड़ा
अब भी हम इंतज़ार करते हैं
साज़े हस्ती बजा रहा हूं मैं
जश्ने मस्ती मना रहा हूं मैं
क्या अदा है निसार होने की
उनसे पहलू बचा रहा हूं
कितनी पुख़्ता है मेरी नादानी
तुझको तुझसे छुपा रहा हूं मैं
दिल डुबोता हूं चश्मे साक़ी में,
मय को मय में मिला रहा हूं मैं
न हम समझे न तुम आए कहीं से
पसीना पोंछिए अपनी जबीं से
है कहाँ का इरादा तुम्हारा सनम
किसके दिल को अदाओं से बहलाओगे
सच बताओ के इस चांदनी रात में
किससे वादा किया है कहां जाओगे
देखो अच्छा नहीं है तुम्हारा चलन
ये जवानी के दिन और ये शोखियां
यूं न आया करो बाल खोले हुए
वरना दुनिया में बदनाम हो जाओगे
आज जाओ न बेचैन करके मुझे
जानेजां दिल दुखाना बुरी बात है
ज़ुल्फ़ रुख हटा के बात करो
रात को दिन बना के बात करो
मैकदे के चराग़ मद्दम हैं
ज़रा आंखें उठा के बात करो
फूल कुछ चाहिए हुज़ूर हमें
तुम ज़रा मुस्कुरा के बात करो
ये भी कोई अंदाज़े गुफ़्तगू है
कोई जब करो दिल दुखा के बात करो
ये बुरी बात है
जानेजां दिल दुखाना बुरी बात है
आज जाओ न बेचैन करके मुझे
जानेजां दिल दुखाना बुरी बात है
हम तड़पते रहेंगे यहां रात भर
तुम तो आराम की नींद सो जाओगे
पास आओ तो तुमको लगाएं गले
मुस्कुराते हो क्यूं दूर से देखकर
यूं ही गुज़रे अगर ये जवानी के दिन
तुम भी पछताओगे हम भी पछताएंगे
बेबफ़ा बेमुरव्वत है उनकी नज़र
ये बदल जाएंगे ज़िंदगी लूटकर
हुस्न वालों से दिल को लगाया अगर
ऐ ‘फ़ना’ देखो बेमौत मर जाओग
है कहाँ का इरादा तुम्हारा सनम
किसके दिल को अदाओं से बहलाओगे …
9 December 1962,
… Baba then said:
From tomorrow, I will have to suffer a lot. Why and how can I suffer when I am the Ocean of Power, Knowledge and Bliss? God has infinite power, infinite knowledge, infinite bliss. The Avatar is God Himself incarnate on earth as man. During his ministry as the Avatar, he uses only infinite knowledge. He does not make use of his infinite power and infinite bliss. This is because God incarnates as man and goes through universal suffering and helplessness in order to emancipate mankind from its ignorance [and] its own suffering and helplessness.
If the Avatar were to use his infinite power, how could he experience helplessness? If the Avatar were to use his infinite bliss, how could he suffer? Therefore, he does not use either his infinite bliss or his infinite power. Such is his infinite love and compassion for creation!
Jesus Christ, who had infinite power, let himself become helpless and suffered the humiliation of letting the people beat him, spit on him and jeer at him. He suffered crucifixion on the cross, but he did not help himself with the power and bliss that were his. Instead, he cried out: “Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?” He said it to himself, of course, for he was one with God the Father.
Again and again, God takes human form to suffer for his creation. I am that One. Like you, I have a body and mind, and so I feel hunger and thirst, heat and cold, et cetera. But I also have the Universal Body and Universal Mind and, therefore, your individual suffering is nothing compared to my eternal, infinite universal suffering! I have infinite knowledge. I do not have to use my mind in order to know — I just know! I do use my infinite knowledge. But, although I have infinite bliss and infinite power, I do not use them. Were I to make use of the bliss that is at my beck and call, how could my suffering be suffering? And of what benefit would it be to mankind? I also do not use my infinite power. Were I to use it, how would I remain helpless? I remain infinitely helpless because, while having infinite power at my command, I do not use it. I shall use it only when I break my silence to give a universal spiritual awakening. And when I drop this body, I shall use my bliss for 700 years until my next advent.
Hold fast to me so that I will take you where I go; otherwise, you will be lost. I am the Emperor. If you belong to me, you will have access to the infinite treasure that is mine! But if, instead, you go after the guards and servants of the palace (saints and sadhus), it is sheer folly on your part!
I suffer mentally and physically. My mental suffering is more intense. I suffer spiritually because I see and feel myself bound in you by your ignorance, and so I suffer. Blessed is he who holds on firmly to my daaman! In no previous Avataric period have I disclosed these secrets, because the time was not right for it then. At present, science has advanced by leaps and bounds, the anti-God element is also at its maximum, and so why should not spirituality also be at its maximum?
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23 September 1954,
… As soon as Baba arrived at Meherabad on the morning of Thursday, 23 September 1954, he reprimanded Pendu and Padri regarding their work. Then at 9:30 A.M., he walked up the hill, where he made his usual inquiries about the men’s health, stating, “All of you must be fit by the 29th and 30th. The wind is not good for the throat; keep warm.”
He then stated:
All explanations are stopped from today. Tomorrow, I will take you all to the village. I love these poor people of Arangaon. Tomorrow, at a quarter to four the villagers want to do arti, and I have permitted them. The village is full of germs, but with me everything is safe because I am the poorest of the poor. I say that and really I am that: emperor and beggar at one and the same time.
This reminds me that from the day I stopped speaking, I stopped touching money. I do not touch money, but it comes and goes. Disciples from the East and West give money, but I touch money only when I give to the masts and the poor on special occasions. I then take money in my hand to give them. Sometimes, I have distributed grains. But the important thing is that I must wash their feet and bow down before handing over the gift. As I told you yesterday, I do not only play the part but I become that. You must have heard and read years back that there was a dispensary, hospital, ashram for the boys, a leper asylum and a mast ashram for the God-mad and God-intoxicated. I supervised the boys, lepers, masts and washed their clothes, cleaned their latrines, not for show or humility, but I became that.
The people of this village are very dear to me. You will see how they live in mud houses. I say this because yesterday Frank [Eaton] and Ben [Hayman] were seen going toward the village, and I sent a message that they were not to go. You must be fit for the 29th and 30th, but I thought these men, women and children are dear to me; why not let you see them? I have no time myself nowadays even to take a bath; I have not had my hair washed for three months. I have no time and no sleep.
At the meetings, people are coming from all parts of India and Pakistan who love me. This is my last meeting, and I want to say some things that will last until I come back in 700 years. So, be fit and in the mood to listen.
Changing the topic, Baba continued:
Maharaj had told Yeshwant Rao that “Merwan is Parabrahma,” which means God Beyond. “So do whatever Merwan tells you to do,” he said. As I told you, I did not sleep for nine months. Then I was with Maharaj until one or two o’clock in the night, and went to a small hut nearby, and Yeshwant Rao was with me. He would press my feet and give me betel leaves [paan] to chew. I did not eat, but every five minutes asked for paan. He could not sleep because I did not sleep. For seven years, this man served me with such love as is rarely found. When the atmosphere that I have described existed, it was Yeshwant Rao who was the target of these Brahmins for attending me. But Yeshwant was adamant. He obeyed Maharaj by obeying me, so he was put to great suffering, physically and mentally. Now, the atmosphere is so clear. He does not remind anyone of the old days. It is as if he has forgotten everything. He helps them with corn [grain] and money. Yeshwant Rao has now Maharaj and Baba as one in his heart. The refreshments you had there [at Sakori] were provided by his help.
We are all meant to be as honest as God, as loving as God, as happy as God, and only the Christ suffers for humanity, although He is the source of all happiness. You see me in this physical form, but every moment I am crucified. Only the fortunate ones know this. I suffer as no one could suffer; I suffer because I love.
Godavri is one of the most loveable beings in the world. And what she has tried to do all these years! How Godavri loves me, and what a virgin she is! She is like Krishna’s mother. Some time ago, a well-known astrologer came to pay homage to Maharaj. I had already sent news to the West and elsewhere that I would break my silence and meet a violent death. She had received that circular and was much depressed. The date and time of my birth were given to the astrologer, and he said the months of November and December would be very hard for me.
This man said that for fifteen days there should be ceremonies and mantras for Baba to relieve him from this suffering. This was done of their own accord. A letter from the chief priest of the temple said this had happened, and that they willingly and lovingly performed the ceremonies, and kept the ashes according to their custom. I followed out what they wanted because of their great love.
Nothing can stop what has to happen. I have to break my silence, to manifest, and to drop this body. What is ordained must be. If people love God as I want them to do, my work is accomplished.
“Were there any other promises [about explaining other things]?” Baba asked.
Malcolm reminded him to talk about repressions. Baba said, “In a few words, I will tell you about repressions,” and then he began dictating on the alphabet board:
Illusion is a temporary phenomenon: something that is not what it appears to be. On this are based the following words: Illusion creates innumerable illusions, and each illusion leaves the marks of experience in the form of impressions. For example, during the night you are asleep, and upon waking, your hand touches something near the bed, and at once you think it is a scorpion. You have created a scorpion which is not there. But you shrink with fear, get out of bed, get a stick and hit the supposed scorpion. Then you see it was not a scorpion but something else. Although there was no scorpion, the impressions of getting frightened, getting out of bed and hitting the scorpion are stamped on your mind, and somehow have to be spent. So illusion continues, gaining impressions and spending impressions, and all the time illusion is preserved.
Once, in lower Meherabad, when there was the big colony and I had dissolved it all and moved to a new place named Toka a few miles away, a few persons were kept here. An Irani who was good in heart, but a bit cracked [crazy], had to keep guard at night. He had to shout out at intervals “All’s well!” to keep himself awake, as well as to show others that he was awake. At that time, there was a very notorious thief called Satya Mang, who had robbed and killed a number of people. One night this Satya Mang had robbed a man on the road from here to Ahmednagar.
The following night, something happened to this dear Irani: A lost donkey wandered here and he thought it was Satya Mang! So he awakened everyone and all were nervous. One old mandali fainted. All the time, the man was shouting “Satya Mang is here!” After a time, a lantern was lit, and it was seen that there was nobody there; then the door was opened and the donkey was seen.
When I heard this story, I thought this illusion beats even the universal illusion I created ages ago! Then, I sent for Satya Mang, who was so proud of his strength that the police feared him and the villagers were afraid to report his threats. “I don’t know Meher Baba, get out,” he said to my messenger, and he abused my name.
But later on he came, saying he had seen Baba in a dream sitting on his chest. I was sitting as usual, and as soon as he saw me, Satya Mang prostrated himself and started weeping. I made him sit quietly by my side. “I want you from today to give up robbing and killing and to disperse your gang; and for your living, come to me and I will supply you [with money],” I said. He promised.
From that day, Satya Mang gave up his old ways. Once, there was a lapse; after some months, he thought of robbing someone. A moneylender had left his house vacant, and Satya Mang was tempted to rob it. He broke in, and saw the form of Baba standing at the doorway. So he came at once to me and said, “You have saved me.” When I went away to Persia [in 1929] and left only one family here, I told him to look after Meherabad.
At times, I have plenty of money. At other times, I have little or none. In the New Life, I begged for food and made the mandali beg. Satya Mang had stopped robbing. He was living close by, and he brought food to the family, begging from village to village for them.
There are many other incidents attributed to me as my miracles. Even now, people say they see me in my physical form. But I have not yet performed a single miracle. I know nothing about them. Their love and faith give them the experience.
When I break my silence, I will perform the greatest of miracles — my first and last miracle in this incarnation of mine. If people tell you Baba has performed this or that miracle, let the story go out the other ear. My greatness does not lie in performing miracles. My greatness lies in suffering for the universe, because I love all.
Repressions — you work it out for yourself, Malcolm. Let us play marbles.
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