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 consciousness, who later progressed to the sixth plane. But Baba cautioned me not to go see the saint, though he had assured me 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 I, 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 lives 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!