Chief woman disciple of Upasani Maharaj

Durgabai, Maharaj's chosen spiritual mother, had a special love for Meher Baba. Durgabai was the only disciple to whom Upasni had revealed the true relationship that existed between him and Baba. She would seek Baba's counsel in all matters. If it happened that he did not come out of his room as usual and was late for the meal she served, Durgabai would weep until he arrived. One time, Baba revealed to his Poona disciples Gustadji, Behramji, Sadashiv, Sayyed Saheb, and others this about her: "None of you men have loved me like Durgabai. Even my own mother has not and could not love me as much as she does." (Lord Meher-p-254-1921)

Durgabai would always stay awake waiting for Baba to return to his room. She would keep food ready for him in case he felt hungry. At that time, Durgabai was also Upasni's most trusted woman disciple and loved Baba profoundly. She was the only person at Sakori to whom Upasni revealed, "Merwan is the Avatar."

During the day, Durgabai also cooked Baba's meals. He would come to the kitchen or her quarters and insist that Gulmai eat with him. Baba would ask for food at any odd time, and if, for some reason, there was any delay, he would not eat it; that is why Durgabai always kept food prepared and was ordered by Upasni to be always ready to serve Baba's needs. Usually, when walking back from Upasni's hut late in the night, Baba would not ask for food, even if he were hungry and had not eaten all day, because Gulmai would be asleep in the kitchen with Durgabai. In the morning Baba would affectionately tell them, "I went to bed hungry as I did not wish to disturb you."255-1921

In a large gathering of disciples, including Durgabai, Upasni looked at Durgabai and pointed to Merwan, saying, "This lad will shake the whole world!" (Lord Meher-p-256-1921)

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                                  (A catholic priest)                

A Catholic priest, Father Anthony, the principal of Saint Catherine of Siena School in Bombay, came for Meher Baba’s darshan on May 12th, 1960. This Catholic priest had dedicated his life to serving the poor. Baba remarked to him:

I am well pleased with your work among destitute and abandoned children. By serving the abandoned, you are really serving Jesus Christ, because He was also abandoned by all, even by His own apostles. The emblem of abandonment is the cross. Hence, to serve the abandoned is to serve the Christ, and I am He, undoubtedly.

I am with you in your work, as I am Myself in you. Difficulties, lack of sympathy and hostile opposition will be there in your work, but I will help you. You have My blessing and love.

The cross of Christ is also the symbol of sacrifice. Hence, I say that you should sacrifice your whole self and plunge yourself unreservedly into the work of helping the destitute children. By sacrificing your everything, you will find all.

The Catholic priest was so happy to receive this spontaneous message from Baba, he asked permission to publish it in his quarterly journal Basic Education. Baba agreed and made him repeat the message (which had been taken down). This he did, except for the last sentence of the first paragraph, at which Baba stated, “You have left out the most significant part,” and Baba repeated: “I am He, undoubtedly.” to love God. And Gadge Maharaj loves Me intensely, very deeply. In India, when there was the sahavas meeting in 1954, and the Western men were there, Gadge Maharaj came to My darshan. Who has seen him at that time?"


(A Saint of the sixth plane from Pandharpur)

Born: 23rd February 1876

Died: 21st December 1956

While at Deccan College, Merwan formed a dramatic troupe which rehearsed at his uncle Rustom's and aunt Piroja's house on Sachapir Street. The group staged two or three public performances at a local theater with the proceeds donated to charity.

Merwan and his friends would sometimes attend kirtan performances – Hindu songs with narration about God or the gurus and saints. Gadge Maharaj was a Hindu saint of the sixth plane, who in his youth wandered in India living off alms, He was later known as a "perfect saint" because not only did he teach the love of God but also performed selfless service by managing a leper colony in Pandharpur, India. Once Merwan heard the great saint performs a kirtan in Poona. Although the humble saint was dressed in rags, Gadge Maharaj radiated divine love, and all who attended were profoundly impressed. (Lord Meher Vol1-p-190)

On 12th September, 1954 a mass darshan program was held at Wadia Park in Ahmednagar.

Baba said "There are many good saints in India. There are some on the Path. Some are advanced souls. There is one, Gadge Maharaj, in the Deccan. He is a great one.

"Gadge Maharaj has a very large following. He is about 90 years of age and walks about all the time, telling others. Winterfeldt, Darwin Shaw, John Bass, Dana Field, Joseph Harb and others put up their hands. Ben Hayman said he arrived in India too late.

"Gadge Maharaj came to Me, he bowed down to Me. I made him sit near Me. He was sitting for a long time near Me. He is very well known in different parts of India, although he works in the Deccan. Wherever he goes, a huge crowd gathers around him to hear him speak. And he loves Me; he knows My greatness."

Adi K. Irani related, "Once Gadge Maharaj told me: 'Tell Baba to bless me. He is the World Teacher and I am just an ordinary saint. He is the Big Sun and I am just a flame. Tell Him to bless me!' "

Baba continued: "In India, there are many saints, but seven of them are My beloved children. I am thinking of having a big meeting after the 15th of February. I want to invite these seven (saints). This meeting will be a very great affair, and I do not want you to miss the opportunity. If I invite you, try to come. Elizabeth, you must not try, but must come. After that meeting, the breaking of My silence, My glorification, My manifestation, all will happen in quick succession, as I have declared.

Meher Baba used the word "saint" (Sant in Hindi) primarily to refer to advanced souls on the mental (5th or 6th) planes. Sant Gadge Maharaj of Pandharpur (died Dec. 21, 1956) was a well-known Hindu saint of Maharashtra. Meher Baba identified him as a sixth-plane saint.

"Gadge Maharaj...was one of the greatest saints alive in India, and ... was even considered to be a Sadguru by many devotees. (Lord Meher-Vol-12-p-4398)



A Saint Saikhed

A young sadhu from Saikhed, Ganja Swami, had been staying at Meherabad for the past month. Baba had instructed him to repeat the Sanskrit word Om continuously in a low tone for 24 hours a day, except while eating and sleeping. "If you follow this instruction to the letter for five or six months, Baba stated, the repetition will become automatic. Your body will begin to vibrate with the repetition, without any special effort on your part."

Two weeks after the sadhu arrived, Baba placed him on a partial fast of bread and water, once every 24 hours. "If you break this order," Baba warned him, "I will drive you out and 'brand' you so that you won't be able to get shelter anywhere else." The sadhu was told to remain aloof from the others and to continue repeating Om.

The sadhu would retire early in the evening, and at night when the mandali were asleep, he would awaken and begin chanting, "Ommm ... Ommm" continuously. His chanting naturally disturbed the men mandali who had to work all day at their respective duties and needed rest.

On the night of 25 August, when the sadhu began his repetition of Om, Ramjoo sat up in bed and began his own unusual chant. The sadhu would say "Om," and as if in reply, Ramjoo would reciprocate with "Marbome " which means, "Shout louder!" Again the sadhu would chant, "Om," and again Ramjoo's answer would come, "Marbome." When this happened several times, the sadhu became distraught.

In the morning he had an encounter with the kitchen staff over a cup of tea. It became the final straw, and he announced that he was leaving. Baba looked surprised and inquired, "Didn't you come here for God-realization? You are going away without it."

The sadhu said regretfully, "This is not an ashram but a house of rogues! I am fed up with your so-called disciples! If you cannot improve them, how can you give me God-realization?" Baba urged him to stay, but he would not change his mind. Baba instructed him to return to Dhuniwala Baba, and he went on his way, though he was weeping when he departed from Baba, as he was sincere and realized his failure in obeying Baba's instructions.


A Saint from Ahmednagar

Gilori Shah, the saint never expressed a desire to Gulmai to take Baba’s darshan, though the saint knew that Baba had come into our lives. Baba did say that Gilori Shah was a real saint of the fifth plane of comciousness, who later progressed to the sixth plane. But Baba cautioned Gulmai not to go see the saint though He had assured Gulmai that the Saint’s consciousness was that high.

Later, Baba remarked, "After Rustom's wedding I am thinking of moving to some village for awhile."

Gulmai then asked, "Why don't you come and visit our property near Arangaon village, outside Ahmednagar?"

Baba coyly asked her, "Why do you say that?"

Gulmai replied, "Your visit has been foretold by a local saint, Gilori Shah."

Baba, pretending not to follow, said that He did not understand what she meant.

Gulmai then told this story:

A few years ago, my husband, Kaikhushru (Khan Saheb), secured a contract to supply incandescent lights to the military barracks located near the village of Arangaon. It is six miles from the town of Ahmednagar, and he used to visit there occasionally on business.

At the end of World War-1, a man bought the entire establishment from the military. Since the land was unsuitable for cultivation, it was, in turn, offered for sale; but no one was interested in buying such fallow land. As a result, the owner approached Kaikhushru, who consulted his business partners. But they, too, were uninterested in buying what they called, "jungle land." He asked my opinion, and I wondered what we would do with it, since we would never be able to move there because it was too far away from the city.

Nevertheless, he bought the land on his own, thinking it might prove useful in the future. The few buildings remained unattended for a long time and became dilapidated. Any useful material was stolen by the villagers. Occasionally, we used to visit the place because Kaikhushru had hired the headman of the village to sow millet there.

A Mohammedan saint called Hazrat Maula Gilori Shah lived in Ahmednagar. He occasionally comes to our house for a meal; but usually he prefers to keep aloof. He dislikes the presence of any crowd. When Masaji was working in Ahmednagar, he used to take bread and butter to the saint, and sometimes would bathe him.

Gilori Shah would often mention that he wanted to go to Arangaon and live his last days there. I thought that it was an unsuitable place for such a personage and would argue, "But Hazrat, who will bring your meals there? And who will look after you in the jungle?"

He would frown, saying, "All of these people are of no use to me, and I do not require their help."

There were some wealthy butchers who used to pay him respect and who offered him some land. However, he preferred our place and would tell them that he would only settle at Arangaon.

One day, he told me, "Give me a small portion of your land and build a room for me." On another occasion he said, "Take me there and also bring Upasni Maharaj and Meher Baba. Turn the place into a sadhu khana." (An ashram for wandering mendicants and pilgrims.) I would listen to him but tried to dissuade him, knowing it would cause uproar among our in-laws.

A year passed without seeing Gilori Shah. One night, I dreamed that I was seated in the garden compound of a small old house. A child all wrapped in cloth was on my lap. A couple of persons were speaking to me as my eyes gazed downward. I saw the head of the child peeping out from under its covering. The child then sat up, and I saw that he had the face of the saint. I cried out, "This child is Hazrat Gilori Shah!"

He sweetly pleaded, "Mother, you are not giving me the land! Where will I rest?"

I instantly remembered the land at Arangaon and promised him, "Yes, Hazrat, I will give it to you." The moment I finished speaking, I awakened.

I narrated the dream to my husband, telling him that the saint had been insisting on the land for some years, and Kaikhushru promised to fulfill his request.

That very day, Gilori Shah, accompanied by some of his devotees, went to Arangaon. There he selected a small plot of land, and told them, "Prepare my tomb here."

This statement surprised them, and they pleaded: "But, Hazrat, who will come so far from the city to pay homage here? This is a desolate place and uninhabitable!

The saint then reprimanded them: "You are like children. You know nothing! In a short time, this place will turn into a garden of pilgrimage. A great one will come here and this land will one day belong to the people of the world. Only then will you understand why I am buried here."

One day, I went with the saint to look at the site he had selected. A mason joined us and the plot was measured and changes were made as directed by him. Then the saint turned to me and said, "When I die, bring me here – escorted by a band. Bury me at this place."

I pleaded, "Your Mohammedan followers will never permit the band!"

He replied, "Yes, I know that. So you will have to drive them away to do as I tell you. Tell them that I had no caste or creed!"

Then he concluded: "Meher Baba will soon come here, and before He does you should have my tomb erected. All that will happen will be exactly as I am telling you." I promised him accordingly.

Meher Baba was glad to hear this story and did not object to Gulmai carrying out the saint's wishes.

Gulmai then inquired when He would come to Arangaon. Baba grinned as He replied, "I may or may not come!"

"You will have to come!" said Gulmai.

"We'll see. Meanwhile, construct Gilori Shah's tomb as he wishes," He replied.

Externally, this was how Meher Baba worked. His inner work was continual and manifested in a natural sequence of events. No one knew that, while residing in the Manzil, He was preparing the ground for his next abode. It only came to light during this conversation with Gulmai.

Who knows what impact the Avatar has in world affairs?

It is literally true that not a thing happens without his will!


(A women disciple of Upasani Maharaj)

Meher Baba visited the samadhi of Upasani Maharaj at Sakori on 20th March 1954, Godavari Mai received Him and ashram residents came to receive singing in a procession, with a band playing.

Baba was garlanded, and Godavri Mai and the other kanyas touched his feet. Baba took the group of Westerners around the ashram and led them to Upasni Maharaj's tomb, where He stated:

This old man was God-incarnate. I (Meher Baba) said at My last visit here that I would not again step in Sakori. But I remembered that he (Maharaj) had once said that Merwan would bring the Westerners here and they would do bhajan; and, to fulfil this, I had to come and bring you dear ones here. Now My work here is finished. After the meetings of the 29th and 30th, the following months will be for My final work, to break My silence, to manifest and then to die a violent death, all in quick succession. You should all bow down at Maharaj's samadhi. I am the Ancient One. When he threw that stone at Me, I knew I was the Ancient One.

What Baba had stated in English was translated into Marathi before His arti was sung by the kanyas. Then the following bhajan was sung by the nuns of Sakori:

The Master tells his disciples that, My Name is God.

Some call me Ram and some Shyam [Krishna].

In the world I am the object of worship and I am also the worshiper.

At times I am the Giver and at times I am the Beggar.

I am everywhere and yet I belong to no place.

Baba then observed:

You all can have no idea how happy I am here. Godavri is the Mother here, and all are her companions. She met Maharaj when she was just two and a half years old. He put her on his lap and said, "All this belongs to you." They all live a life dedicated to my Master. I love her most dearly. The nuns are dressed in yellow saris, and the candidates in white.

In 1954, Baba called the group of people to come out of the two buses that were following His car and gathered them around Him. As He took the alphabet board from Eruch, reviewing what had happened at Sakori, Baba spelled on the board:

In My last meeting with Maharaj, He asked Me to have My nazar on Godavri and Sakori. Maharaj asked Me three times to break My silence. He then said, "You are Adi Shakti (the Primeval Power). Keep your nazar on Godavri, Sakori and the other kanyas."

I (Meher Baba) feel happy that Godavri is a real woman. She is taken as a Sadguru, as chargeman of Upasni Maharaj. She knows she has not that experience; yet, because Maharaj has instructed her, she is carrying on with the work honestly.

When Godavri met Me in Ahmednagar, I said something privately to her in front of Adi Sr. which she accepted. (Not to allow people to worship her and bow down to her, which Baba did not like.) Now today, all were saying Sadguru Godavri ki jai!

In spite of that, as soon as I reached the spot this morning, this woman garlanded Me and bowed down to Me. She made Me sit on the swing which was used by Maharaj, swung it with her own hands and asked the other kanyas to do the same. And, she sang the song in accompaniment with the others, which they used to sing during Maharaj's time.

She served Me food with her own hands, and while I was distributing prasad, you all must have marked how she was working with Yeshwant Rao. (Lord Meher-p-3542-1954)

When I gave her prasad, she placed her head on My feet.

What does all this show? In spite of the respect which so many give to her, it is her love for Me, her humility and nobleness that made her receive Me as she did. Her humility in itself is greatness, and I love her for it.

I mean is, in short, she is really a lovable woman. The atmosphere at Sakori was against Me, as Adi, Krishnaji and Yeshwant Rao know well; but, today Godavri has felt deeply, and I feel happy that a marked change has taken place in the atmosphere.

I asked her privately, "Will you do one thing?"

She said, "If I can do it in this (Brahmin) atmosphere."

I then told her one very simple and difficult thing, and she has accepted it. (Not to accept homage.) I said, "If you do this, you will see Me!" And she promised. She is really a good woman. Really, you do not know what she has sacrificed.

Today, the promise which I had given to Maharaj is fulfilled by Godavri's accepting to follow the one instruction I have given her.

Reverting to Godavri Mai, Baba concluded, "She is really good. You don't know what she has accepted (to carry out). In her, I find real womanhood." (Lord Meher-p-3543-1954)

In 1941, Upasani Maharaj dropped his body, and Godavri was given charge of the nuns. Godavri was in on the secret all the time, but never said a word about Me. But the atmosphere there was Hindu, with their ceremonies. I have come to destroy in the world all rites and ceremonies that are superficial. Godavri loved Me in secret. The men there made it appear that I was not the spiritual heir of Maharaj, only of Babajan, and spread the news that Godavri was in charge of the ashram and Maharaj's spiritual heir. Poor girl, she is so good, a wonderful soul among women. She was in a fix, but her good nature kept her going. (Lord Meher-p-3597-1954)

All this was due to Godavri. Her loving influence overcame the Brahmin atmosphere. She at last saw Me at Ahmednagar and asked Me to come once to Sakori. As I had promised Maharaj I would keep an eye on Sakori, I took the occasion of Yeshwant Rao's housewarming to go (Lord Meher-p- 3598-1954)

Godavri Mai has no equal in the whole world. The first point is that there is not the slightest trace of ego in her. No one but I could know that, and it is not a joke not to have ego. From head to foot, she is full of love. And this, too, is no joke!

Maharaj was perfect. He knew about His past association with Godavri. It is not the present that counts. It is past connection. What I say is true, that when I was Krishna, she was Yashoda (Lord Meher-p-3861-1955)

On 12th September 1954, a mass darshan program was held at Wadia Park in Ahmednagar, Godavari Mai had come from Sakori to attend with Kanyas.

On 26th January, 1956, Baba gave darshan to Godavari Mai and her Kanyas.

On 18th March 1957, Baba was taken by car in a special procession through Ashram Gates, led by a White Horse and men carrying Silver Staffs. Godavari Mai and her Kanyas sang His arti. Baba gave darshan in a big Pandal where nearly 2000 people were gathered.


(Spiritual Seeker)

On June 5th, 1960 a well-known spiritual seeker named Dr. Gopinath Kaviraj sent a friend to Guruprasad to ascertain whether Baba would give him darshan, as he happened to be in Poona. Baba informed the friend that he would see Kaviraj the next day at 8:00 A.M. The messenger explained that as Gopinathjee was observing silence two days a week, on Mondays and Thursdays, it would be better if he could be allowed to see Baba on Tuesday. But Baba replied, “So? I am also continuously silent.”

Therefore, Gopinath Kaviraj came to see Meher Baba on Monday, June 6th, 1960 and since Gopinath was keeping silence, Baba permitted him to come again the following day also. Kaviraj came again the next day and was embraced by Baba and kissed on the forehead. Baba took him into the side room and had the door closed. Only one of the mandali was present to interpret. Baba spoke with him at length about the future of the world, life’s ultimate purpose and an individual’s duties, which convinced Kaviraj of Baba’s omniscience.

Kaviraj asked about himself, and Baba replied, “I have nothing to say except that you should continue to do whatever sadhana you are doing every day at midnight.”

Hearing this, Kaviraj was awestruck because no one knew what spiritual practice he did at midnight, and there had been no mention of it. Thus, he was further convinced of Baba’s omniscience. While leaving, Baba gave him a copy of God Speaks and remarked to him, “I have an inner connection and association with you, which will dawn upon you by and by.”


(Perfect Master)

Hafiz was born sometime between the years 1310-1325 A.D. at Shiraz, in South-central Iran. His full name was Khwajeh Shamseddin Mohammad Hafiz-s Shirazi. Pen-Name was Hafiz or Hafez (a title given to those who had memorized the Koran by heart) It is claimed that Hafiz had done this in fourteen different ways).

His Father’s name was Baha-ud-Din and had two older brothers. Hafiz married in his twenties, even though he continued his love for Shakh-e Nabat, as the manifest symbol of her Creator's beauty. Hafiz had one child. His father who was a coal merchant died, leaving him and his mother with much debt. Hafiz and his mother went to live with his uncle (also called Saadi). He left day school to work in a drapery shop and later in a bakery.

On the subject to Hafiz, his favorite poet, Baba said:

There is no one equal to Hafiz in poetry. He was a Perfect Master. He was fat and very ugly and born of poor parents. His father was a coal merchant. Hafiz, too, was a coal merchant and very black with soot, so imagine how he must have looked.

From his childhood, he had a penchant for hearing stories of Perfect Masters. He knew the Koran by heart, and hence was given the title of Hafiz.

When Hafiz was 21 years old, while passing by a big mansion, he saw a very beautiful girl on the terrace. He fell in love with her at that instant and decided he would marry her. The girl did not even take notice of the ugly Hafiz in the street. Hafiz felt helpless, and he thought of gaining her by the 40-days' penance. He succeeded in his attempt (of chilla-Nashini), and on the fortieth day, the archangel Gabriel came to him and told him to ask for anything he wished. Gabriel's beauty was so astounding that Hafiz forgot the beauty of the girl. He thought that if Gabriel could be so beautiful, how much more would be the beauty of God! So, he at once replied, "I want God!"

Gabriel directed him to the Perfect Master Attar. Hafiz served Attar for 40 long years. He broke his head at the feet of Attar, so it is said, but the Master still seemingly had no compassion for Hafiz. After 40 years of such hell on earth, one day Attar suddenly gave Hafiz God-realization. After having the divine experience, Hafiz began reciting poems,  and that is why his poetry is Truth, and so beautiful and knowledge-giving.

Baba ended by stating:

Powers have no significance. Hafiz says that the one who does not lay his life at the feet of a Perfect Master cannot know God. It is very difficult to become one with God. A Master's grace makes it very easy, but to get his grace is as difficult as trying to realize God by one's own efforts. It becomes easy once one becomes a slave at the feet of a Perfect Master. Ages of restlessness get eased as soon as one drops one's life at his feet. This does not mean cutting off one's head and putting it at the feet of the Master. It means literal obedience.

In this phase, up to the age of 69 when he died, he composed more than half of his ghazals and continued to teach his small circle of disciples. His poetry at this time, talk with the authority of a Master who is united with God.

Some 500 ghazals, 42 Rubaiyees, and a few Ghaseedeh's, composed over a period of 50 years. Hafiz only composed when he was divinely inspired, and therefore he averaged only about 10 Ghazals per year. His focus was to write poetry worthy of the Beloved.

Hafiz did not compile his poetry. Mohammad Golandaam, who also wrote a preface to his compilation, completed it in 813 A.H or 1410 A. D, some 21-22 years after Hafiz's death.

Also another person who compiled Hafiz's poetry was one of his young disciples Sayyid Kasim-e Anvar, who collected 569 Ghazals attributed to Hafiz. He died in 1431 A. D. some 42-43 years after Hafiz's death.

Died on 1388 or early 1389 A.D., at the age of 69, His tomb in Musalla Gardens, along the banks of Ruknabad River in Shiraz, is referred to as Hafezieh.

Baba praised Hafiz, “There has been no poet like Hafiz for at least 2000 years. All Urdu and Persian poets have taken inspiration from his works.”

In 1933, relating a final story of faith, Baba spelled out:

Once Hafiz's Master (Attar) ordered one of his disciples to go home and kill his child. Hafiz was present and heard the order and began to wonder. But the man to whom the order was given simply thought there must be some good reason for it, so he at once went home, killed the child and brought its body to his Master. All the time Hafiz was having doubts, but he said nothing. Others were thinking the same thing, but they also said nothing.

The Master told Hafiz to take the body of the child far away and bury it deep. Hafiz did so, and according to the Persian custom lit a candle and placed it over the grave. As he looked at the flame of the candle he heard a voice saying, "I have been benefited ... It is for my own good." To his astonishment he saw the form of a child rise out of the candle flame. As Hafiz stared in amazement he saw millions of child forms rising out of the candle flame. Aghast, Hafiz went running back to the Master. On his way, wherever he looked he saw the forms of children until he came and sat near the Master.

The Master then told the father of the child, "Go and bring your child who is at home." The man went at once without stopping to think that he had killed the child, and even Hafiz did not ask questions anymore. The man found his child walking around the house, quite well and happy.

This incident convinced Hafiz of the tremendous powers of the Master and his working, which is always mysterious and cannot be grasped by the intellect, and so misleads people. From that day on, his faith in his Master increased tremendously.

After Hafiz got Realization, he wrote, "I failed my Master; but that man did not fail him, and yet that man was not in his circle and did not gain Realization." And then he wrote, "He is the select one who believes without question and obeys whatever his Master says."

So when I (Baba) tell you to do something unusual it is always for your own good. If you do anything (on your own) which is out of the ordinary, you are bound by it; but the One who is beyond good and evil can never get you bound. He uses maya to draw you out of maya. It is as if, when you are having a long beautiful dream, you must have a short shocking dream to wake you up.

In 1953, Baba repeated a verse from Hafiz about giving up life for the sake of the Beloved, explaining:

Hafiz never meant giving up life itself, for instance, by cutting one's throat. He was referring to giving up one's willwhich is 100 percent impossible. He who gives it up Realizes — becomes one with — the Master, the Beloved. Another couplet of Hafiz asks:

Why are you after Union, love and spiritual progress?

Leave all these to the will of your Beloved!

Therein you will find everything!

To achieve the will of the Beloved, do not argue. No why and wherefore here because the chosen ones accept from the bottom of their hearts what the Master says. If I tell Nilu, "Tomorrow I will make you the King of Persia," don't doubt it. Accept it. If the next day I tell him, "Nilu, I will make you a sweeper in Africa," accept that too, willingly. The third day I may order him, "Nilu, leave everything and go out begging." Accept this too, with full devotion. Then Nilu will become Nilkanth!

Now, how to seek God? Hafiz declares: "Only if you carry your life on your sleeves can you enter the path of divine love."

So merely to say "I want to see God" or "I want to realize God" is similar to an ant saying "I want to become an elephant!" Mere words have nothing in them. The heart must thirst to seek God!

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.

At Baba's request, Raosaheb recited a couplet of Hafiz in Persian, which was also translated into English, Telugu and Gujarati. The meaning of it was:

How can you tread the path of Truth unless you

step out of the boundary of your own nature?

In 1962, Aloba recited three Persian couplets by Hafiz, which were translated by Baba:

Obey the Master implicitly and willingly,

then that solves all your difficulties.

What you hear about a Perfect Master, never say it is wrong,

Because, my dear, the fault lies in your own incapacity to understand him.

I am the slave of the Master who has released me from ignorance.

Whatever the Master does is of the highest benefit to all concerned!


Mast from Vaijapur

Leaving Poona the same evening, Baba returned to Pimpalgaon. On April 27th, (1944)  Baba, accompanied by Baidul, Chanji, Nilu and Pendu, left for the village of Vaijapur in Sarosh's car (driven by Chhabu) to contact a mast. While passing through Rahata, Baba pointed out the tombs of Upasni Maharaj and Sai Baba, and bowed His head to them from the car.

The mast Baba was hunting was Harigiri Maharaj, but he could not be found in the town. Someone approached, informing them, "The mast told me this morning that someone was going to come to him today, and it was not good for him to remain here. He has disappeared." Pendu and Baidul went to look for him, but despite their search of almost three hours, they could not find him.

Baba instructed Chanji to approach some local people from Vaijapur to go and look for the mast. They, too, failed, but they were paid for their efforts. Finally, Baba remarked, "If we don't find him by four o'clock, we'll go back." At quarter past four, quite unexpectedly, a Muslim from the village appeared and told them the whereabouts of the mast. Baba walked with the Muslim across a river, accompanied by Nilu and Chanji.

After walking about a mile, they found him at a farm surrounded by villagers. Upon seeing Baba, Harigiri Maharaj said, "Let us go to our own abode." He took Baba by the hand, and led Him to the side of a temple where they could be in private. When the mandali had seen the mast in the midst of a crowd, they were wondering how to coax him to a secluded spot, as Baba always wished seclusion when working with a mast. Wonderfully, the mast himself saved them the trouble.

Within a short time the mast came back, followed by Baba. He sat down on the dry river bed, and Baba sat next to him. The crowd drifted to where they were, and although Baba usually preferred to be left alone, this time he continued to work with the mast in front of all the villagers. He pressed Harigiri Maharaj's legs for an hour and then declared that his work was done.

Baba's work with the masts not only pushed them forward in their journey along the inner planes, but some of the burden of His own universal work was also shifted to them. Some masts did not want this load transferred to their shoulders and so would try, like Harigiri Maharaj, to evade his contact.


(A fifth plane Sufi Master)


Born : 5th July, 1882 - Gujarat, India

Died : 5th February,1927 - Delhi, India

Married : Amina Begum

Inayat Khan was a fifth plane Sufi Master who was sent from India to initiate Sufism in England and America in 1910. Besides being a genuine Sufi teacher, he was also a fabulous musician and singer. He died in 1927. The school of thought that Inayat Khan eventually founded in America was recreated under Meher Baba's guidance and renamed Sufism Reoriented located in California and Washington, D.C.

An elderly couple, Will and Mary Backett, had first heard of Meher Baba from Meredith Starr in 1931, but had not met Baba on his first visit to England. Both had been initiated into Sufism by Inayat Khan during the 1920s and followed him until his death in 1927. (Lord Meher Volume 5, Page 1567)


                              Islamic spiritual leader         

Arriving in Baghdad, Iraq, on the evening of Sunday, October 25th, Baba and the mandali checked into a hotel. The next day they took a tour of Baghdad. On October 27th, Baba visited the shrine of Hazrat Abdul Qadir Jalani – a Qutub of his time. Baba remained in the Muslim tomb for some time, but made no comment on his work. (Lord Meher Volume 6, Page 2041)


On October 31st, 1929, Gustadji noticed a saintly-looking man near their house and told Baba about him. Happy to know of this, Baba immediately left to see him. No sooner did the man see Baba coming than he ran toward him and kissed Baba's hands. After Baba embraced him, the man walked off down the street. Later, Baba had him brought to his room where he sat alone with him. Baba gave him his mattress and the man departed. Baba revealed that the man was a wali – a master of the fifth plane.

Meanwhile that day, for the first time since he was a boy, Buasaheb shaved off his mustache, which dramatically changed his appearance. Baba commented, "The evil is removed!"

Baba then mentioned the programs at Yezd and the love of the people there. Baba praised Arbab Khushrav, the merchant who had arranged the four large events held in Yezd. The whole town was excited to meet Baba and it was the only place in Persia where the Master would give mass darshan, coming out of seclusion to make public appearances.

The conversation turned to the head of the Bahai (1) faith who had come especially to Yezd from Shiraz by airplane to challenge Meher Baba with questions. He came with the express purpose of exposing that Baba was not the Rasool – the Savior. But no sooner had his gaze fallen on Baba than he forgot everything he planned to ask and with tears in his eyes, declared, "You are God Himself!" He bowed down and stretched himself on the floor at Baba's feet and wept. After coming out of Baba's room, he exclaimed to people, "Today, I have met God!"

BABA and the mandali left Baam on November 1st at four in the afternoon. (1)  Bahai is a mystical religion founded in Persia during 1863, by Bahaullah (Hussein Ali, 1817-1892), who emphasized the spiritual unity of all mankind. Bahaullah translated is the Glory of God. Bahaullah was a follower of Baba, the title of Ali Mohammed of Shiraz (1819-1850), who was a Qutub.