… Look what they did to me when I was Jesus — put all those thorns on my head, which drew blood, made me carry the cross. They beat me, nailed me on the cross and pierced my side. I had to withstand so much!
– Meher Baba
… Those who were with me at the spot at the time of my car accident in America can alone well describe my own sense of humor as to how thoroughly battered, bruised and literally helpless and hopeless I was when lying with broken bones in a pool of my own blood together with my dearest ones. Yet I maintained my silence and my consciousness throughout the crisis and the long period of convalescence.
– Meher Baba
रंगी सारी गुलाबी चुनरिया रे
रंगी सारी गुलाबी चुनरिया रे
मोहे मारे नजरिया साँवरिया रे
बीत रही हैं सारी रतियाँ
अभी लौटे नहीं हैं साँवरिया रे
मोहे मारे नजरिया साँवरिया रे
बात न पूछी ली नि खबरिया
मारे बातें हमारी ननदिया रे
मोहे मारे नजरिया साँवरिया रे
जावो जी जाओ, करो ना बतियाँ
अजी बाली है मोरी उमरिया रे
मोहे मारे नजरिया साँवरिया रे
रंगी सारी गुलाबी चुनरिया रे
रंगी सारी गुलाबी चुनरिया रे
मोहे मारे नजरिया साँवरिया रे
Rangi Saari Gulabi Chunariya Re
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20 March 1954,
… Baba left the bamboo shed at 2:40 P.M. and retired to Yeshwant Rao’s residence. One of Baba’s toes was bleeding, as he had stubbed it on a stone while sitting on the ground. A kanya named Prabha started to clean it by wiping the blood on her sari. Baba stopped her and Eruch cleaned it with cotton. Baba’s feet were washed by Yeshwant Rao and his family, and puja was performed before Baba. The water was distributed as prasad among those present. Yeshwant applied sandalwood paste to Baba’s forehead and presented him with a set of new clothes — a white sadra, pink coat and Kashmiri shawl. Baba put on the coat immediately, embraced Yeshwant Rao and blessed his household.
After visiting the ashram’s library and Godavri’s uncle, Baba entered the room of one of the kanyas, named Gita, who was bedridden. Baba touched her face, comforted her and gave her a rose petal to eat, instructing her to take his name.
At three o’clock, Baba visited Maharaj’s room where the kanyas again rocked him in Maharaj’s swing. Baba asked Godavri, “Will you be staying at Sakori during April and May?” She said she planned to go to Lonavla during those hot, summer months. Baba then stated, “The West wants me there, but I will not be going as I have to do some special work connected with the breaking of my silence.”
Advising Godavri, he spelled out, “Do your duty 100 percent by following Maharaj’s instructions in every way, and all the kanyas have to do their duty, too.”
Wagh beseeched Baba for his help in loving him more, and Baba assured him, “I will not allow you to fail. Even if you fail me, I will not fail you. Remember this.”
Baba again emphasized to Godavri to do as Maharaj had instructed her: “You should not in the least think you are responsible for what others do. Whatever you do, do with the understanding that it is not you but Maharaj who is doing it.”
Baba distributed prasad, first to Godavri, then to all. Kirtans were being sung as he handed it to each. At 3:45 P.M., he embraced Yeshwant Rao, touched Godavri and Jiji on the head as a sign of affection and headed back for Ahmednagar.
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10 May 1952,
… After fifteen minutes, Baba called in Filis’ “twin,” Adele Wolkin, 34. “She has eyes like Babajan,” Baba remarked, “very large, grey-blue.”
He spelled out to them both: “I heard so much about you both that I feel so happy that at last I have seen you. Are you not nervous?”
“No,” they said.
“I am overjoyed. Are you happy?”
“Very happy.”
“No more happy than I am in seeing you. When you know me, you will love me like a little child. I am a child — grown up!
“I love humor, I love to tease and work hard here, and at various places, while talking to you now. And when you love me with pure, simple love, there should be no barrier. Love, pure and simple, then all doubts go away. Until then, mind gets tempted to doubt. Even if love is there, the mind goes on working, thinking this is right or wrong. But love does not bother; it loses its all in the Beloved. Do you love Baba honestly?”
“Yes, Baba!” they replied.
“What can I do for you?” asked Adele.
“What more can you do for the Beloved? I want love, nothing else! Love me, and let God love us.
That is what I want. When you love Baba, God will love you, and God’s loving means everything. So, Baba is very happy. One who really is the humblest of the humble is the greatest of the great. But it has to be in all honesty, in all truth. So, let us love, love, love; all else is illusion. So, Adele, what more can you do if you really love me? Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know where that love is coming from? When you love Baba, God’s love means everything.”
Filis later recollected: “At that moment, I felt the circulation of love from his heart to our hearts, back to his, so strongly, never again could I say, ‘I love God.’ That love is his gift. To say it is mine would be like a drop of dew saying, ‘I am the sun,’ when it sparkles.”
Filis and Adele then left to meet the women mandali at the Guest House.
Both women had a second, private interview with Baba the following morning at the Lagoon Cabin. He even sent Adi, who was reading the alphabet board, outside. Filis recalled her interview at 9:45 A.M. as follows:
I was alone with God! And I felt very shy, but happy. I was overcome by his beauty. He spelled slowly on the board, “Any questions?” and I shook my head. But of course, a deep question welled up within my heart: Why all that suffering? Why did I go through all that I did? Baba silently answered me. He took my hand. It was like holding a child’s hand, or a rose; the flesh was pure, almost transparent. I could feel his blood going through me — like a blood transfusion — and I felt his suffering. He took my wrist in his hand, and I felt a mystical sense of sharing his suffering, he sharing mine. It was a wordless answer.
Then, I silently said to him, Baba, I always want you for my Master — all the way to the end. And Baba nodded in reply, “I’ll be with you to the very end.”
He called Adi back in the room with a clap. Then he spelled out on the board, “One who asks for nothing, gets everything.” Again he spoke of love for God as the only thing that is real, and ended by saying, “Your love for me is so genuine, real and pure, that I am deeply touched. Do you know why you love me? Because I love you.”
Adele met Baba at 10:00 A.M. that morning. To her Baba said:
I know all you mean to say. I understand. Do not worry about any weaknesses which sometimes overpower you. Your love for me is so great it will wipe out your weaknesses. When the heart and mind are purified, one can see God. We can see him through purity, but above purity is love, which consumes all weaknesses.
So, if you love Baba as your Master, as your father, as your brother, don’t worry about anything else. Purity, impurity all disappear when love is 100 percent there. So, don’t worry. Baba knows you and loves you, and in spite of everything, Baba will never leave you. Remember. Is it clear?
“Yes, it’s clear,” Adele said.
“It is unbelievably clear!” stated Baba. “To me, you are like Mani.”
Adele recounted later that she felt crestfallen, because she thought Baba had said she was like “money” — which had to mean something negative! But Baba was of course referring to his sister, Mani.
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21 July 1956,
… From 8:00 to 9:00 A.M. on Saturday, 21 July 1956, Baba held private conferences with several small groups in his hotel room. Bili Eaton told him, “Baba, I would like to love you more than I love myself.”
“Do that,” he said, “And you will have everything!”
Baba asked Ivy, regarding Charmian’s upcoming marriage to Jay Corrinet, “Are you happy?”
“No, I am not happy,” and she burst into tears.
Baba looked at her sternly. “You believe I am God, then why are you not happy? Don’t you think I know best?”
“My heart accepts, Baba, but my head is still churning around.”
Baba smiled and wiped Ivy’s eyes with his handkerchief. Handing it to her, he said, “Always keep it. Don’t lose it.”
“Baba, there are so many things I wish to do for you,” Ivy declared, “but these broken feet won’t let me!”
Baba said, “Can’t you take this much? Look what they did to me when I was Jesus — put all those thorns on my head, which drew blood, made me carry the cross. They beat me, nailed me on the cross and pierced my side. I had to withstand so much! Can’t you withstand this much pain?”
Ivy later recalled: “If you could have seen how realistically Baba said all this, one would never ever doubt that he did suffer on the cross, and you would never feel like complaining again about anything.”
To a few, Baba revealed:
After my seclusion ends in February 1957, I am planning to give mass darshan again, followed by a big meeting, provided I do not drop my body during the remaining months of seclusion. For the meeting, I will invite both Western men and women this time. After this meeting, everything will happen — my humiliation, glorification, the breaking of my silence and the dropping of my body. But don’t worry.
Again, I tell you on my divine authority: I am the Ancient One, I am the Lord of the universe.
Baba looked intense. He stood up from his chair, stretched and paced the room like a caged lion, giving an impression of tremendous, yet perfectly controlled power. In one corner, Baba had allowed a young artist to sit and draw a pencil sketch of him as he talked. “Are you through?” Baba asked. The young man nodded and laid his work on the table.
Jeanne Shaw was given more of Baba’s clothes to wash and iron, and found the work a privilege. Darwin recalled carrying the bundled sadra and pink coat back to their hotel and how “waves of love” flowed out of the package.
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4 November 1952,
… Returning the next morning at 7:30 A.M. on Tuesday, 4 November 1952, Baba inquired about the health of everyone present. He was in a happy mood. He summoned the five “priests” — Kaikobad, Kalemama, Ramjoo, Murli and Daulat Singh. Murli had not yet come, so someone went to bring him. Baba cracked, “He is so lazy that even if I were to promise him God-realization, he would not come on time!” When Murli came Baba asked each of the five to repeat seven times a short prayer he dictated glorifying God.
Ramjoo was to read from the Koran on Baba’s behalf the next day, but he had a cold, so Baba remarked, “May he be relieved of his cold by tomorrow.” He then suggested, “What if he takes medicine from Baidul? With Baidul there is no such thing as checking or studying one’s symptoms. Baidul administers his medicine in his own way, and the patient is either totally cured or his heart beats no more!”
Baba gestured, “As there will be a special and serious program beginning 7 November, let us have some light talk today.”
Feram was not feeling well and Baba commented, “Why worry, Feram? Perhaps you will outlive all of us!”
“Gustadji,” Baba continued, “is the one who is always in perfect health. He was the one who had no complaints about his health when we were in the West. He likes ice cream and there he had that aplenty, so he was in a good mood, as well. Sometimes he says: ‘If you want me to live for 125 years in perfect health, give me a dozen bananas each day.’ Baidul likes non-vegetarian dishes, and when he gets them he forgets everything else.”
To Aloba, Baba remarked, “Now eat, drink and be merry! From the 15th our Karbala life begins!”
By this time Anna 104 had arrived. Baba stated, “I always feel happy to see Anna with his peculiar dress and mannerisms. Anna loves buttermilk, but even more than this, he likes chewing tobacco. When he talks to others with his mouth half-full of tobacco and spit, it is hard to understand what he is mumbling.”
Baba then began to discuss some particular work. He instructed Adi to print in English and Hindi seven of his messages about the Fiery Free Life which were to be delivered on the darshan tour. After giving some day-to-day instructions to various mandali, Baba discussed with Eruch the important items on the 8 November program. In the end he remarked, “Allah is the Giver, and the receiver is Bismillah [God the Most Merciful]!”
While discussing matters with the group that morning, a bedbug was discovered in Baba’s gaadi mattress. Baba was upset and reprimanded the mandali for not being more careful. He looked at them reprovingly and snapped in Gujarati, “I am trapped in the hands of these devils!” During the break for lunch, Baba’s seat and mattress were put in the sun and the entire hall swept and cleaned.
In the afternoon Baba stated, “From 15 November I will be out on tour. April end will be the end of me, of you and of all.” Baba talked with the mandali about the forms he had sent with Eruch and Pendu to be filled in by those who were ready to follow him of their own accord. Minoo Kharas was to sort them out later. Baba commented at length:
Until now I had not sent out forms of this kind. Really, I do not expect a paise [cent] if not given with love, even though at present I do not have a single pie. However, today, in spite of being the poorest of the poor, I have resolved to plunge into the Ocean of Divine Fire. Now, even if someone offers me a big sum, I will not accept it.
In the West, I met with an accident. With my face swollen, my arm in a sling and leg plastered, I had to lie quietly in the [bed]. Even then people came to see me. They remarked that I looked beautiful and radiant. It was through their love that they saw me as being beautiful.
From letters I am informed that, at present, so many persons in the West are having miraculous experiences about me. They write that they saw me there. But honestly, I do not know anything of this, even one percent. How can I know this when I do not do this? If you think I consciously do and know all these “miracles,” you are under a false impression. Then who did it? God did it for me, and after November 15, He will make me do it and know it. What I mean to say is that God does everything.
Baba then remarked about God’s leela, play or sense of humor:
God’s leela is divine fun! It is the expression of the divine sense of humor on the part of His Great Ones, and, as such, volumes can be written about God’s sense of humor.
The ordinary sense of humor is present in every individual, more or less, and it does not undergo any change merely on account of any spiritual advancement or because of the divine enlightenment of the individual. Not only the sense of humor, but the ordinary individual nature as a whole of a person remains unchanged, no matter how far one is advanced or one is enlightened.
The scope and range of God’s sense of humor through Avatars, Prophets, Perfect Masters and saints, however, differ according to the scope and range of their respective duties in accordance with the prevailing time and circumstances. But the form of the expression of, and the extent of the response to the sense of humor, both ordinary and divine, depends upon the original nature of God’s Great Ones.
Whether I am Avatar or Satan, one thing is certain, and that is I have a great sense of humor. It is my sense of humor that makes me rejoice to see Anna 104 and happy to listen to the irrelevant talk of Babadas.
The more he talks the more I like him. It would be no exaggeration to say that Babadas is infinitely irrelevant. When Babadas referred earlier to Kalidas, the great poet, and to Surdas, the great devotee, there was absolutely no connection between the two, the topic in question and Babadas himself, except the common factor of the word das [slave] at the end of all three names!
Anna 104’s type of personality is more than enough to exhaust the patience of saints and sages and forbearance of rishis and munis, and all here are practically anti-Anna. I know that most of you here would heave a sigh of relief the moment Anna were to be out of the picture. You also know that I cannot help humoring both him and Babadas and that, at times, I go far out of my way in order to keep them near me.
The one point on which none of us here can differ about this precious pair is that, according to their respective abilities and capacities, both of them have rendered great and more or less unique service to me, and I also know that both love me sincerely.
Baba then mentioned different incidents in the lives of the past Avatars, which illustrated their sense of humor:
It is said that once Rasool-e-Khuda [the Messenger of God] felt indisposed, and someone suggested that it was due to an evil eye and that he should sleep on a pillow with an open knife underneath it. He did so, and thereafter declared himself to be all right. Call it ordinary or call it divine; it was Muhammad’s sense of humor.
It is a fact that during the childhood of his grandsons, Hasan and Hussain, the Prophet predicted the Moharrum Karbala [battle] to his daughter Fatima, the mother of the martyrs. Now, if the Prophet who, in fact, turned the then savages of Arabia into the torchbearers of faith, love and truth for the world did not even try to avoid the greatest tragedy in Islam, or to stop the most horrible end for his own and only two grandsons, that was only because of God’s divine sense of humor in Muhammad.
Likewise, the strife between the Kauravas and the Pandavas and the consequent bloodshed was not only due to the divine sense of humor in Krishna, but its height was reached when Krishna himself died through an arrow that accidentally struck one of his legs from the bow of an ordinary hunter who never had any intention of harming the Rangila [colorful, playful] Avatar in any way.
The kindhearted Jesus knew very well that his nearest disciple would betray him and thus lead to his crucifixion. But, because of the divine sense of humor, Christ could not help getting himself crucified, although the world rightly continues to look upon him as the Savior of humanity.
The funniest divine sense of humor was on the part of Buddha when he died of simple dysentery, though his “medicine” for the spiritual bimaries [illnesses] of mankind holds the field to this day.
In short, except for a change in the circumstances, the atmosphere and the surroundings, the same old, old story goes on repeating again and again, which by itself proves the divine sense of humor or the leela of God. The manifestation of the divine sport or leela, however, depends upon the Great Ones of God who achieve Oneness with God. And thus, in spite of raising themselves above the law of duality, they still retain the divine sense of humor to uphold the universal law of ignorance through which Knowledge Divine is achieved for all eternity.
Those who were with me at the spot at the time of my car accident in America can alone well describe my own sense of humor as to how thoroughly battered, bruised and literally helpless and hopeless I was when lying with broken bones in a pool of my own blood together with my dearest ones. Yet I maintained my silence and my consciousness throughout the crisis and the long period of convalescence.
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31 October 1962,
… The Easterners began arriving on Wednesday, 31 October 1962, and they were guided and helped to their various accommodations by the reception committee of the Poona Center.
This receiving and guiding of lovers continued day and night until the final day of the program. From all lodging places telephone connections had been made to Guruprasad, from where the workers were managing everything. Everyone had been assigned duties, and all were kept busy with them day and night.
That morning, separate small groups of Western women were called to Guruprasad. Jeanne Shaw, Ella Winterfeldt, Adele Wolkin and Filis Fredrick arrived first, at 9:30 A.M. Baba embraced each of them. The women mandali, and also Arnavaz and Maharani Shantadevi were present. Mani read Baba’s gestures.
Baba asked Filis, “How is your hip today?” She said fine and asked about his hip. Baba gestured, “So-so.”
Knotting up his sadra in his hands, he pointed to Ella Winterfeldt, “Hold on tight to my daaman. You all say I look well, but I carry this whole burden [meaning the world].”
When Jeanne Shaw’s turn came to greet Baba, she fell on her knees to embrace him, and Baba hugged her for a long while. He questioned her about her heart attack. “How long before the sahavas did it happen?” Jeanne said four days. Baba was pleased that she had been brave enough to come. She began to sob with great love, and Baba took her face between his hands and kissed her cheek. She kissed him back. Her earring fell off in Baba’s lap, and he picked it up and handed it back to her, kissing her again.
Jeanne later recalled: “It was really one of, if not the, happiest days of my life. There was so much joy, the very air was vibrating with it, and I felt myself vibrating with the waves of love. I felt warm, tearful, joyful, as did several of the women.”
Others came in, including Margaret Craske, Elizabeth Patterson, Ivy Duce, Kitty Davy, Delia DeLeon, Enid Corfe, Anita Vieillard, Jane Haynes and Carrie Ben Shammai, followed by several women from Australia. After embracing all, Baba commented, “Tomorrow there will be discourses. Anita has to be serious! It is something new — about the ‘Four Journeys.’ A new book of discourses is coming out [The Everything and The Nothing]. I am giving it to Denis O’Brien, an Australian, to publish — not to Ivy! Ivy has too much on her mind!” Baba kept teasing Ivy Duce about all her problems, but she took it in good humor.
When Adele remarked how wonderful Baba looked, he replied, “I look all right on the outside, but on the inside, I am like a volcano. The world situation is weighing on me. Jesus Christ suffered; I suffer.”
That day, it was announced in the newspapers that the Russians had agreed to pull their missiles out of Cuba. Baba’s eyes twinkled as he intimated that he had averted a nuclear war:
It was touch and go! The whole world hung in the balance. You people have been worrying about Berlin. It was not Berlin you should have worried about; it was Cuba. Cuba’s situation has caused me a terrible time. You have no idea how serious it was.
Now China has invaded India. I am the nut in the nutcracker! The Chinese are my children, and the Indians are my children. You might find the Chinese at our gate any moment, so be careful.
After 1962, everything will be topsy-turvy, upside-down. World War III will not be fought where it has been fought before. It will be fought here and will spread into the Near and Middle East. The Chinese will retreat this winter, but they will return after the snows melt. But India will win in the end.
Reverting to the subject of discourses, Baba continued:
No amount of reading will give any person God-realization! But, once one gets it — it comes suddenly. God is love, infinite love, and this world is nothing. Yesterday is gone; it is nothing. The future is nothing, too. And when you get that Realization, then everything goes; it no longer exists. One realizes it is all nothing, illusion, maya.
There are so many divisions, even though God is One. Why are there so many divisions? It is all because of illusion and our ignorance of it.
Speaking of “dreams” and “illusions,” Baba remarked to those present about an American man who was now giving up the use of drugs for Baba’s sake, and who was having a rough time during his withdrawal. Despite the difficulties adjusting, the man never used drugs again.
On this same occasion, Baba remarked to Dorothea Foote who had an alcohol problem, “Fill your cup with the Wine of divine love; then, you will not want to drink anything else.” In this case, the woman did not give up drinking alcohol totally; however, her husband Ned did and became active in Alcoholics Anonymous.
Baba cautioned those present to take care of their health, but also hinted, “You might have to suffer for the sake of your being here with me.” (Later some of them did experience upset stomachs and flu.)
Those who had not yet met Mehera and the other women mandali did so, and then the various buses and cars that had been specially hired took them back to their hotels.
In the afternoon Baba called the Western men to Guruprasad to receive his embrace. Charles Purdom, seeing him that afternoon for the first time since Myrtle Beach in 1958, recorded his impressions of Baba:
To meet Baba again after more than four years was to find him greatly changed. He was, now more than ever, a suffering man. His expression was as bright, his eyes as keen as ever, and his alertness seemed not to have diminished, but he was withdrawn, and for much of the time looked far away, as though not belonging to the world. He constantly smiled and was ready to joke, and his humor had not deserted him, but there was a certain indifference that I had not noticed before. Above all, there was an immense sadness that moved me strangely. When he walked, one saw that he moved heavily.
A friend of Margaret Craske named Buddy Rossin, from New York, was meeting Baba for the first time. The first thing Baba asked him was, “How is your ear?” Buddy was taken aback. He was deaf in one ear from a war injury but had never told anyone.
In September, Joseph Harb had suffered a heart attack and was hospitalized. When he approached, Baba asked, “Why didn’t you take my name at the time of the attack?” Joseph too was stunned by Baba’s omniscience, but happy that Baba had been watching over him.
Gary Mullins, 22, had found out about Baba in San Francisco one year before from a chance encounter with Ivy Duce (he had picked up a package she had dropped on the street!): “Baba appeared like a perfect rose. He was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen in my life. [Meeting him] was an experience of aesthetic perfection.”
As Eruch called his name, Gary came forward:
I would give up everything in life, and I mean everything, if I could experience, once again, those few moments when I first met Meher Baba. It is my supreme memory of being with him while in India…We were being introduced to Baba by Eruch…Baba, sitting on his couch, beckoned for me to come to him — so simply, so childlike, and so far beyond any words I could possibly create.
I walked to him and he reached up and pulled me down in an embrace that is forever. I experienced his hug as the essence of intimacy. At the same time, his embrace was perfectly impersonal. For a few seconds, I was simply in another world, in a tranquil pink and blue cloud, in a sky far, far higher than words can convey. Although only a faint glimmer then, but now a fuller intensity, I experienced something coming from Baba that was precisely what I had felt as a child sitting on that street curb in San Diego, realizing my father had come home from the war in the South Pacific. It was overwhelming radiance and the fullness of love. For one eternal moment, which grows richer with each passing year, I was at home with my real father, Avatar Meher Baba.
Meanwhile, back in America, in the town of Hampton, Virginia, Henry Kashouty’s wife, Kecha, was pregnant and had not been able to travel to India. Baba rubbed his tummy when he met Henry and asked about her.
After Baba embraced each one individually, someone asked about habits and becoming a slave to them, to which Baba replied, “If you become addicted to God, then all your problems are solved. Go on drinking the divine Wine of love until you become one with God. It is good to be addicted to the love of God.”
Interpreting Baba’s gestures, Eruch said, “Baba says he is infinitely tired, with the whole world on his head. He has had to undergo all kinds of suffering within these four or five days. One danger has been averted [the Cuban situation], but two more are facing him [China and India].”
Baba continued:
One who knows what love is, enters deeper and deeper within, and finds that he has four journeys to make there. These journeys within have no space, yet it is an infinite process.
Only Jesus Christ knew what Baba knows: how to suffer. No one is more eager than I to break my silence. As soon as I break it, everything will go easily.
God is so close to each of you, closer than the very breath of your life. You have to renounce everything, including your self; then you will realize Baba fully. God is beyond religion, beyond love. When you begin to love God intensely, then you will know what real separation is. When you have the gift of love, you love your Real Self. The false self then becomes the lover of the Real Self. There is nothing but God.
Purify your hearts completely — not a stain, no desires, not even the desire for God-realization — and just be conscious. That is the solution.
I have been telling my lovers: No ceremonies, just love me. Ages have come and gone, but I keep telling them that they should worship God with love, step after step within, until they find within them the Infinite Ocean. Yet, they seek God outside.
Changing the topic, Baba also said: “I am with those who wanted to come, but could not.”
And: “Do you know what would happen if I gave you my real embrace? Maybe I would crush you and make you the dust at my feet. If I gave you the real embrace, you would burst. Christ did not give this embrace, even to Peter.
“Repeating my name is not enough. It should be done with all love and faith. You should continue to love me more and more. It is true that man can become God just through loving me. Hafiz has said:
It is foolishness on your part to desire union with God.
But if you are mad enough,
Become the dust under the feet of the Perfect Master!
Referring both to the recent global crises and rain in Poona, Baba stated, “The clouds will disperse; the end of the crisis is coming.” Putting his thumb and forefinger almost together, he gestured, “But it was that close to a full-scale nuclear war.”
Fred and Ella Winterfeldt had stopped in Geneva on their way to India, where they met Max and Gisela Haefliger. The Haefligers were unable to attend the gathering, but Fred conveyed Max’s message of love to Baba, who smiled radiantly.
The men then returned to their hotels to rest for the big day to come.
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19 September 1954,
… A few more ghazal records were played. Baba interpreted the meanings:
O you who have arrived at the Goal and know the secret of God, see that you reveal the secret only to the select few.
Baba commented, “When Mansur said ‘I am God,’ the Muslims were infuriated and hanged him.”
O Mansur, even if you are hanged for having said you are one with Beloved God, do not reveal the secret.
O Shams-e-Tabriz, because you raised the dead and the Muslims skinned you alive, do not reveal the secret.
O lovers of God, do not let what is in your hearts come to your lips.
Remember, one who really loves God, God annihilates him. God mixes him with the dust.
Baba remarked, “And this was true of the apostles of Christ and the past Saviors.”
O Lover, beware, God tests you by being cruel, by giving you false hopes, even by cutting you to pieces.
Baba commented, “Hafiz says, The Master ties you fully dressed, hands and feet, unto a plank, throws you in mid-ocean, and says, ‘If you love me, let not one drop of water touch your clothes.’ Why does he do this? The answer is that which Peter the chief apostle was told: ‘You will deny me.’ Why? Jesus said it and had it done. Why? Jesus, in that way, took the whole burden of the world and made Peter share it.
“To love means to lose your whole self with all its paraphernalia. It means torture, pangs, longing, and if despite all this, one is firm in his love, he becomes one with the Beloved. What was the height of suffering to Peter? That he denied his beloved Master! This denial was to enable him to share the sufferings of Jesus.
The lover says that:
Now the effect of your love has so infinitely widened my vision that wherever I go, I see nothing but you.
I know, Beloved, I shall not be able to bear your glory.
Yet I am ready to die; show me your face.
One qawaali had these lines:
If you want to make me mad for you, do so;
but do not make me a laughing-stock.
O you people of the world, who think me mad
and throw stones at me,
if you were fortunate enough to have this love,
you also would be mad like me.
O you who talk of loving God,
you have to bow to Him as though at every step,
every particle of dust were a threshold to the Beloved.
A Persian record of Hafiz’s poetry was played, and Baba translated its meaning:
Do not procrastinate. Start to love from this very moment.
Do not forget the Beloved even for one instant.
Baba explained about Hafiz’s Master, Attar. He had long tresses of black hair, and Hafiz would comb his hair. The songs revealed what Hafiz said of him:
Do not let your hair flow freely,
As my heart receives an arrow from every hair.
Hafiz also said of Attar:
O Beloved Master! These tears that I shed
Are tears of blood so precious
That you should consider them as pearls
and wear them as earrings.
Also by Hafiz:
God says, O lover of mine, if you want to enter my lane,
First let your head roll under my feet and be kicked by me as a ball.
The lover replies: I have been killed by your love,
And yet, you cruel Beloved, you do not even glance at me.
After the music, Baba concluded, “So today, we have tried to love God, we talked of love and heard songs of love. I am the most busy in the world. I have to look after the details of these meetings and work on all planes. Yet, I am the most inactive one also.
“Today we resolve that we must love God at any cost. The most practical way to do it, I will tell you at the meeting.”
Baba watched them eat lunch and then walked down the hill to inspect the meeting preparations at lower Meherabad. He left for Meherazad at about 2:00 P.M.
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… At one point, explaining about divine love, Baba observed:
Divine love is the gift of God to man. It can be compared with the grace of the Sadguru which enables man to realize God in a flash. The true lover of God [Mard-e-Khuda] is he whose whole life has become like dust. The agony of love is so dear to him that, although it burns him to ashes, he will not part with it for anything! Though it may make him an outcast from society, a stranger to sleep, hunger and comfort, he prizes this blissful torture above all things in creation. Only God can implant this divine love in the human heart.
The lover continually burns within himself in the fire of divine love. But the wonder is, that despite leading such a life of consummation, the real lover keeps it hidden within himself as an invaluable treasure. He does not want to give it up. His burning within is blissful, although in its fire he ultimately becomes the very dust!
Even such heroes don’t obtain my grace. Out of millions, only a rare one gets this nazar, this grace. This Path is not for the weak and the faint-hearted! Where even the Mard-e-Khuda is unsuccessful [in gaining my grace], what to say of you people here? My nazar is always there on all of you, but it is an entirely different nazar, a different grace from the Grace which makes one realize the Self in a fraction of a second.
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