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While the singing was going on, an old man suffering from hemiplegia (paralysis on one side of his body) was brought to Baba. Baba remarked to him, "If you live until I break my silence, you will be able to walk again." (Lord Meher-p-4945-1963)



In year 1926, once an old man with cataracts came to Meherabad. Karkal informed Baba that he could perform the operation to remove them if surgical equipment were ordered. Baba agreed to supply the equipment. Meanwhile, the patient stayed at Meherabad and was fed well to strengthen him for the operation. The surgical supplies arrived and a separate eye hospital was opened on 25 May at Meherabad.

Padri and Pendu were the doctor's assistants.

When the cataracts were removed, the old man's sight was restored and the first thing he asked was, "Who is Meher Baba?" On being told, he ran and fell at Baba's feet, weeping in gratitude. In the evenings, he would sit by the Mess Quarters with Pendu and Padri who, to test his newly restored sight, would ask him how many bullock carts there were on the road, or how many railroad cars on a passing train. With happiness, the old man answered their questions correctly. He did not wait at Meherabad until glasses could be made, but soon left, happily saying, "I can see now. I can see!" (Lord Meher-p-661/2-1926)



In November 1965, Gustadji was in charge of the storeroom and used to distribute rations to the poor. Many poor persons from Ahmednagar and surrounding villages came, and they were all given grain.

An old man from Ahmednagar would come regularly and tell me: “Baba, I wish to lay everything of mine at your feet.”

I replied, “So far, I have not come across a single individual with your type of dedication! It is wonderful!” I asked him how many children he had.

“Seven, and a wife!” he said.

I asked, “What will you dedicate to me? Have you any money?”

He answered, “I have no money, but I am dedicating my whole family at your feet. Please take care of us.” I laughed much at his reply. I had no idea of such dedication! He showed me a new type of dedication. (Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 13, p. 4776). 



In year 1942, Baba stopped in Secunderabad briefly for mast work and then continued by train. A touching incident occurred on the train between Secunderabad and Sholapur. Baba was travelling incognito by third class, dressed in ordinary clothes, wearing a Kashmiri-type fur hat and dark sunglasses. The train was so packed that the only way to enter the compartment was through the windows. At one station, an old Muslim with a white flowing beard came running up to their compartment, holding up a five-year-old boy, pleading with the passengers to take him inside. Those inside began protesting, saying it was impossible since they were already so crowded. As the train whistle sounded, the old man became desperate and shouted, "For God's sake, take the child in!"

At this point, Baba ordered the mandali to help the man and lift the boy inside. Amidst loud arguments with their fellow passengers, the mandali did as they were told, brought the boy in through the window, and sat him down next to Baba. The old man ran to the next compartment, and held on to a railing as the train started. At each stop, he would come back to see that the boy was all right.

the old man's anxiety, Baba ordered the mandali to make room for the man inside. After much trouble and more vociferous complaints from the other passengers, the mandali succeeded in pulling the man in through the window. He squeezed in next to Baba and put the boy on His lap.

In the course of conversation with the old Muslim, the mandali learned he was from Gulbarga, and asked, as was their habit, if he knew any masts or saints thereabouts. The man was surprised by their question and asked, "Why do you ask about saints? People go to a saint with two distinct objects: either for obtaining wealth and prosperity, or for God. Which do you seek?"

Eruch explained, "We are Parsis from Ahmednagar, but spiritually-minded and interested in saints."

Hearing that they hailed from Ahmednagar, the old man reproached them, "What? You say you are Parsis from Ahmednagar and you do not even know about your own great saint who lives near there, named Meher Baba? Why are you running after others?"

The mandali, in order to avoid disclosing Baba's identity, had to pretend they knew nothing about Meher Baba, and casually asked

The man laughed derisively at their ignorance, and chided, "Why he is a very, very great saint of a high order. He is worshiped by thousands of all communities. I can't believe you have never heard of him! I myself have been to see him at his ashram at Meherabad twice, but was not fortunate enough to have his darshan. Once, he was away in a foreign country, and once he was in seclusion. But I am determined to pay my respects to him before I die," he added, "and take my whole family to him.

"At least once in my lifetime, I must have the good fortune of seeing him. I strongly suggest you go to him if you are interested in spiritual personalities."

At this point, the train stopped at Gulbarga, and the Muslim got down, thanking them for making room for himself and the boy. After he had left, Baba asked if they had any of his photographs with them. Eruch pulled a copy of Meher Baba Journal from his bedding roll. Baba bowed his head to his own photograph, and sent Eruch with the journal to give to the man, with these words, "Tell him who his companion on the train has been, and that I bless him and his family.

Now there is no need for him to visit Meherabad."

Eruch caught the old man outside the station as he was about to board a Tonga and handed him the journal. When the old man saw Meher Baba's picture in it, and Eruch revealed Baba's identity to him, he exploded in anger. He loudly abused Eruch for having kept it a secret all this time. Eruch tried to explain the Master's reasons for not seeing anyone and travelling incognito, saying, "You are so blessed to have journeyed with him for an hour when hundreds of his followers thirst for his darshan, which he does not allow even for a moment."

But the man would not listen, and cursed Eruch and his entire "younger generation." The man explained how restless he had felt in the other compartment, and that was why he kept returning to theirs, somehow irresistibly drawn to be near Baba after having longed for his darshan for so many years.

Eruch ran back to catch the train, and the old man ran after him. Eruch jumped on board. The man saw Baba leaning out of the window, without His dark glasses and hat, as if waiting for him. The old man bowed his head to Him, and Baba placed His hand on his head in blessing as the train pulled away (Lord Meher-p-.2254/5/6-1942)



In the evening on 29th March 1927, Broker brought his assistant and an older sincere gentleman who would be taking over some of Borker's duties at the Ahmednagar School. Baba advised them, "In whatever things you undertake, throw your whole heart and mind into it. Do it sincerely, wholeheartedly. Don't do anything half-heartedly, nor leave anything half-done. (Lord Meher-793)



In year 1924, Baba was in Meherabad, an old woman with her two sons came begging in the evening. They were brought to Baba, and Baba asked Chowdhary to cook them fresh dal and rice. Baba asked the elder son to sing and play the musical instrument he carried. He sang the life stories of two Hindu saints, Gopichand and Machindra Nath. Baba appeared touched by the songs. They were given food and Baba permitted them to depart after giving them new clothes. Lord Meher-p-502-1924)



On 22nd November 1925, a great crowd gathered at Meherabad for the Master's darshan. On this day Sayyed had brought an unknown qawaal with him, but when the man was before Baba, he professed his inability to sing. Nevertheless, he had the nerve to request in broken English that Baba gift him "the box," meaning the harmonium inside the wooden box, which had been given to him to play. Sayyed was upset with the rogue, for he had paid his full fee and brought him all the way to Meherabad from Nasik solely to entertain Baba. Sayyed expressed his disappointment, but Baba prevented him from scolding the fellow and promised the man he would be given "the box." Later, Baba remarked to the mandali, "By powdering a piece of coal, its colour is not changed. In the same way, whether a man be good or bad, his nature never changes."

The darshan program ended at 8:30 that evening. Since there was no means of public transportation available, people shouldered their belongings and started walking to the train station. A harmonium was presented to the so-called qawaali singer, and he again demonstrated his impunity by asking Baba for a coolie to carry it. Baba provided two of the mandali, first ordering them to secretly remove the harmonium from the box. The mandali lifted the empty box, groaning loudly and pretending it was heavy. They walked five miles to the railway station carrying the box and placed it in the train compartment. When the man was settled in the train and opened the case, he was shocked to find it empty. He had asked for a harmonium box and he got it! (Lord Meher-p-626-1925)



On 22nd December 1952, Anand, son of Sushila Subhedar came to see Baba. Anand had seen Baba in a dream the night before and was very anxious to meet him. He asked, "Baba, can I stay with you?"

Baba had Anand sit beside him and asked, "Will you obey me?"

"Definitely," Anand replied.

To Anand he stated, "It is better that you study in school just now." His brother was sitting quiet, but he truly loved Baba. Beginning that day, both young men surrendered their lives at Meher Baba's feet. (Lord Meher-3228-p-1952)



In 1925, on every religious holiday great crowds would assemble in Meherabad, giving it the appearance of a small township. Baba arranged for the children and adults to hear kirtans by D. M. Angal, a pleader (attorney) from Ahmednagar. Angal started visiting Meherabad every Sunday to recite poetry and stories of traditional lore from Hindu mythology, which delighted all. During Hindu celebrations also, Angal Pleader would be invited to entertain the crowd with his kirtan songs.

On 22nd August 1925, in Tajuddin's honour, Baba asked everyone to fast for 24 hours. They were to bathe first and then gather together in the school. When all had assembled at noon, Baba, finding those who chewed tobacco a bit out of sorts, gave them a little to enjoy, and to those who smoked, he gave beedies or cheroots (hand-rolled Indian cigarettes). But he instructed, as part of the general day-long fast, "Until sundown, no one should think of either tobacco or cigarettes." Gramophone records were played, and Angal Pleader expounded on passages from the Puranas and the life and teachings of Tajuddin Baba.

On 11th October 1925, after Angal Pleader's usual Puranic recitation in the morning, Baba and the mandali were treated to tea and sweets in the afternoon in the village, and then participated in the annual dinner held in honour of the saint Buaji Bua's death anniversary. When Baba returned from Arangaon, he left the Jhopdi and began spending the night in "the cupboard" of the Table Cabin. From that day on, he wrote continually inside that cramped space.

From time to time, rumours would spread about the Master. On 23rd January 1926, Angal Pleader, Bhau Saheb Wanjari and a few devotees from Ahmednagar came to Meherabad, having heard a rumour that Meher Baba had died or been killed. Hearing their concern, Baba remarked, "Even if the heavens and earth should come together for that purpose, I am not going to give up my body for the next 26 years. After that, whether I drop my body or not will depend upon my wish. But I shall not keep a connection with this body after I am 90 at the most."

Angal Pleader read from the Puranas and gave a short but beautiful speech on Baba's life and mission. Ceremonial red powder was thrown in the air, and Baba was covered with heaps of flowers. Garlands, piled one on top of the other, encircled his body and throne. Afterward, Baba's arti was sung, and thousands were served at a feast prepared by Bapu Brahmin.

On 16th May 1926, as he did each and every Sunday, Angal Pleader visited Meherabad and read from the Puranas to Baba, the mandali and the boys. Angal mentioned that when he had recently gone to Kedgaon, met Narayan Maharaj, and told him that he was devoted to Meher Baba, Narayan remarked, "I and he are One. By serving him, you are serving me. He is a Sat Purush (Perfect One). He has been to me in the past."

On Saturday, 29 May 1926, Upasni Maharaj's 56th birthday was celebrated with great reverence. The school was closed for three days, and almost 4,000 people were fed in Maharaj's honour. Baba was bathed, and he distributed sweets as prasad. Angal Pleader read selections from the Puranas as usual and Sawlaram sang bhajans. In the evening a palanquin procession slowly made its way up Meherabad Hill and fireworks were lit.

Lunch was served in the Mess Quarters and a singing program held. At 5:30, the closing celebration was on Meherabad Hill. A palanquin was decorated and a procession was formed. Baba did not take his seat in the palanquin, but preferred to walk with the procession up the hill. There a bhajan program took place, and Angal Pleader narrated stories from the Puranas. Baba later distributed prasad. At the fervent request of the crowd, Baba sat in the palanquin on the way down the hill as the celebration ended.

Meanwhile, Raya was busy erecting a canopy around the Jhopdi for the coming celebration of Lord Ram's birthday when a worker climbed on the Jhopdi roof and accidentally broke one of the tiles. This put Baba in an irritable mood, and he cancelled the celebration. The next day, however, finding the mandali disappointed over his decision, he allowed the festival to be observed in the mandali's quarters. Angal Pleader recited stories from the Puranas and Ramayana, and afterward Baba distributed prasad.

This special treatment was an example of the Master's leela (game). At times, Baba would treat a person in the respectful manner in which the individual wished to be treated, making sure that his ego was not bruised. In fact, Baba would often encourage such persons and build up their egos. Yet he would also gradually create situations whereby the persons concerned would automatically be made aware of their expanding conceit — and an onslaught upon the ego would then begin.

This happened in the case of Borker. For some time his pride and self-respect prospered, but then after a month of his lectures, Angal Pleader was appointed to take his place. Angal was the opposite type of person - quiet, humble, and unassuming. Observing him, Borker gradually became reserved and less egotistical. At the back of it all was Baba, steadily guiding both men onto the Path, but in different ways. Borker, too, eventually became humble and was rewarded with rays of enlightenment.

clearly found a vast difference between the lectures of Borker and Angal Pleader and the discourses of Meher Baba. As a consequence, they began to pay little attention to the teachers' utterances and desired only to be near the Master and concentrate on what he revealed. Within days, Meherabad's atmosphere underwent a complete metamorphosis: The wine began "speaking" with the inception of the Master's silent evening discourses.

A group of Arangaon villagers had been brought to Nasik in buses for the occasion and they performed several village dances. Malcolm, Will, Dhake, Soma Desai, and Angal Pleader delivered short speeches in praise of Meher Baba, pouring out their hearts to the gathering. This message dictated by the Master on Spiritual Birth was read out by Rustom:  (Lord Meher)



Aim of life is to see God and become One with God. If God is, then we must see Him! That is our sole aim. There are different ways of seeing God, called yogas. Some try to see God through meditation and concentration on the Absolute within. That too is a very long process. And this process of concentration does not help you to rip open the veil that separates you from the Beloved and allow you to see God within.

There are many yogis all over the world. Many of them try to gain bliss through extraneous means and become drug addicts. Many of them become addicted to smoking hashish. After one or two puffs they get a feeling of elation; then gradually the effect wears off. Different types of yogis try to see God through different means, and naturally they get different experiences. But these are in fact only different kinds of hallucinations.

There are many fakes who dupe people and advertise their so-called experiences, although they are nothing but hallucinations. People flock around them to have some experience also, and thus they have their own circle of followers. They pass around a pipe of drugged (hashish or opium) tobacco, and when their followers smoke the pipe, they also begin to have [drug- induced] “experiences.”

One in a million, through intense concentration, does see God within himself. Then for him nothing exists anymore; he sits absorbed within. Even a yogi who is genuine and who gets absorbed in this real experience cannot reach the Goal, the aim of his life, unaided by the Perfect Master. It is all made so complicated, and books on yoga have made it still more complicated.

No amount of reading and understanding can lead to God-Realization. You must be made to see God. When you get that conviction through sight by the grace of a Perfect Master, you are ready for Union with God.

He asked Anita, “Do you want to be one with God?”

Anita replied, “I just want to see you!”

Smilingly, Baba chided her, “How can you have two things – see me here, and see me as I really am?” He continued:

How very complicated a simple thing has been made! I am giving you a hint. The easiest way to achieve the Goal of life is to leave all and follow me through love. I do not mean that you should leave your house and family and come here! Don’t do that! [People laughed.] I mean that you be in your house and with your family, but love me as I want you to love me – love me above all. That is the simplest way.

Another hint. A still more simple way to attain God is to obey me. Obey me implicitly. Is it possible? That is simpler than the simplest thing! Try. If you try, I will help you.

It is because of love that I have drawn you all to me. If I did not love you, you would not come to me or care for me. It is not your love that has brought you to me; it is my love that has drawn you to me. (Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 18, pp. 5979 – 5980.



A senior police officer, named Anklesaria came to see Baba at the Ice Factory Bungalow on 5th August. Mehta, who was spiritually-minded, was a relative of someone who had gifted a plot of land in Ahmadabad to the Ramakrishna Ashram and had read extensively through spiritual literature. After discussing general topics, Baba asked Mehta lovingly, "What have you gleaned after reading so much? What would you say is the substance of all the spiritual literature you've read?"

"Love and service," Mehta replied.

"Yes, it is the most valuable thing," Baba agreed.

"I also meditate," he informed Baba.

"In spiritual matters, love and service to humanity supersede meditation," Baba explained. "It is a type of spirituality that comes down from its supreme height to the daily human routine and everyday life. This is where its manifestation is the highest; it is the most practical."  (Lord Meher)







It turned out that thieves had surrounded Anna on his way back to Meherabad and robbed him of everything he had bought. He had been severely beaten and had returned to his house in Ahmednagar. When Baba and the men reached Anna's home, they found him lying in bed with bandages wrapped around his head. Baba asked, "What happened?"

In a daze, Anna stammered, "Baba, 104 ... 104!"

Baba repeated the question two or three times, but the only thing Anna would say was, "Baba! 104!" What Anna meant was that his temperature was 104°. Baba called for a doctor and arranged for his treatment. After he recovered, Baba would recount with humour Anna's feverish utterances and subsequently nicknamed him Anna 104. (Lord Meher-p-596-1925)

During this period, Anna 104 often recounted for the local populace how the deep wounds he had sustained when robbed and beaten the previous year had been miraculously healed by repeating the name of Meher Baba and by applying chunna (lime chalk powder).

One day Anna brought two afflicted women to Baba. One woman was lame and had been in pain for many months from some deformity She lost her balance and fell at Baba's feet. He comforted her, saying "Your suffering has fallen at my feet." The next day, she was able to walk quite naturally again and confessed to Anna that he had taken her to a "Very good Bua."

The other woman was in deep financial and legal straits, but her problems were settled in a short time after having Baba's darshan. (Lord meher-p-793-1927)



Anna saw Beloved Baba for the first time in 1944 as a small boy, in his native place of Akola, the Vidarbha region of Maharashtra. Meher Baba visited Akola while on a Mast tour. After Baba dropped His body, Khandale moved to Meherabad with his family. Anna served Beloved Baba with Samadhi duty for many years.

In his own words

I lived in Wardha, which had one of the biggest Meher Baba centers in all of India at that time. Wardha is a small district place, but the atmosphere was such that even if people did not know who Avatar Meher Baba was, they would still come to attend gatherings and Sahavas. The crowd numbered more than 3000 people.

In 1958 Nana Ker came to Meherabad. After Nana’s cremation I (Anna Khandale) stayed in Meherabad to do Dharamshala duty for one week. We boarded the bus to Meherazad, but Jal grabbed me and asked if I would help.

I was not mentally prepared to stay here, but then after a week I went to Eruch to ask about this.

“It is your fortune that we are offering this work to you.” he said. He then asked, “Why are you not coming? You will not get this opportunity again.”  And I said “yes I am coming.”  And then I started samadhi duty.

Seven years I did Samadhi duty alone, and then I fell sick. Afterwards, Hanspal took over Samadhi duty. After seven more years passed, it was Gaikwad who took over Samadhi duty.

I used to keep a tape recorder at Samadhi, because there were no singers in those early days. So I would play the tape recorder during Arti times at Samadhi.

In the early days, Amartithi was four days. Then because of a shortage of water, then they cut it short back for three days. They were all pure Baba lovers at that time.

Today is a different time. Those early Baba lovers really loved Him. Then right from the day that Baba dropped the body, Mansari was there to care for Samadhi. Nana Ker came within one year. Jalu and Gulu were also living there on the Hill in their quarters behind Samadhi in the same building as Baba’s cage room. Mansari also lived on the Meherabad Hill and tended to her duties.

Anna has completed many translations of Beloved Baba’s works. He has also authored several books about Baba including: (The Mystery of Life and Death and Sparks of Silence.)




Annapurniah, the editor of a magazine called Velugu, asked, "Will the Andhra lovers be informed of the time and place of Baba's breaking his silence?"

My dear Velugu, if this is what is meant by breaking silence, it would be better I don't break it. All will know.

Just as I told you last night, about the powerhouse being switched on and all connected with it then being lighted, so it will not only be here but throughout the world.

But bulbs not working or fused will not give out light. That is why I have been telling you all to love me more and more. All this talk of literature, books, is for preparing the ground. But the time for the powerhouse to be switched on is so near that the only thing that will count now is love.

Annapurniah, the editor of the Andhra Telugu magazine Velugu, had written a letter to Baba a week before his demise, intending to read it at the meeting. The day after he had written it, he had come down with a fever and was semi-conscious for a week. Yet, even in that state, he was calling out Baba's name. After his death, the letter, which was full of love for Baba, was found on his table and brought by Kutumba Sastri.

Baba observed, "Annapurniah has come to me."

Part of the letter (which was read in its entirety before the gathering the following day) was:

O Lord of Lords! I have no temples to build for Thee. Thou are enshrined in the temple of my heart. I have no flowers to worship Thee. I place the wreath of my heart at Thy lotus feet.

O Ancient One! Give me the courage and strength to love Thee forever and ever and to follow Thee with unfaltering steps and undying faith to the heaven of eternal bliss.(Lord Meher-p-3624)



On the 19th 1965, an unexpected visitor, Sir Anthony Brooke, 53, arrived. Brooke belonged to a prominent British aristocratic family, and had been appointed as the Raja of Sarawak for one year. Brooke was interested in spirituality and had learned where Baba resided from Maud Kennedy in England.

He intended to travel in India, visiting the ashrams of different saints, such as Aurobindo and Ramana Maharshi.

Brooke arrived at Khushru Quarters in a Tonga. Adi was surprised to see a distinguished Englishman get down from the Tonga. Humbly, the man asked about Baba. "Did he receive my letter?" he inquired. No letter had been received. It turned out that Brooke had written to Baba c/o the Pimpalgaon Postmaster, who delivered his letter that same morning.



On 15th June 1963, the Andhra Pradesh state minister for Excise, Prohibition and Social Welfare, M. R. Appa Rao, arrived with his wife for Baba's darshan. He longed to anoint Baba's feet with milk and honey, but hesitated to ask Baba's permission. Baba asked him what he wanted. Haltingly, he replied, "If it is no trouble for you, I would like to worship your feet." Baba consented and instructed him to come the next morning.

Appa Rao returned the following morning at 7:00 A.M., and he and his wife anointed Baba's feet with honey, milk, curds (yogurt), spices, et cetera. They then washed his feet with eau-de-cologne and lastly with rosewater. They offered Baba tea, of which Baba sipped a little and returned the rest to them as his prasad. Appa Rao said to Baba, "On behalf of myself and my wife, I wish to declare publicly what we believe in our hearts — namely that you are the Avatar — God in human form." Baba appreciated the couple's sincerity.

Baba was happy with the work done by M. R. Appa Rao, the Minister for Excise, Prohibition and Social Welfare in Andhra Pradesh. He told him, "I know all that you do. I am pleased with your work."

Turning to one lover Baba asked, "Do you actually know that I am God?"

He replied honestly, "No, not really."

In response, Baba stated, "When I break my silence, my suffering will come to an end and the world will know and feel that I am God. My suffering is physical, mental and spiritual. The breaking of my silence will mark the beginning of my glorification.

On 5th May 1963, Andhra minister, M. R. Appa Rao, with his wife entered in Baba’s room. Baba told him, "I am happy with your work for me. My grace will always be on you. I want you both to love me more and more. I am God in human form." After Baba had embraced them, the couple left.

On 6th May, the final day of darshan, Andhra Pradesh Minister, Appa Rao came with their families. At their request Baba sat for a photograph with each family separately. (Lord Meher



Baba returned to Yezd, but still found it unsuitable for his seclusion purpose and decided to leave. On the day of his departure, 28th October, Baba was invited to visit the Zoroastrian Marker School, where a large crowd had gathered to see him, along with hundreds of schoolchildren from different schools. The principal of the school asked Baba when he would break his silence and speak. With a sly smile, Baba dictated on the alphabet board, "After four months." Later, a throng of people surrounded Arbab Khushrav's house, so Baba had to slip away without even being able to eat. When the crowd came to know of the Master's departure, there were tears in the eyes of some. Even though they had been unable to bid him farewell, his remembrance was in their tears. (Lord Meher-p-1106-1929)

Adi explained that Baba was in seclusion and inquired of the visitor who he was. "I am from Sarawak," Brooke replied. "I am the Raja of Sarawak. I have come all the way to see Meher Baba."

In the meantime, after Brooke's letter was read to Baba, a note was sent to Adi permitting him to bring Brooke, which he did at 11:00 A.M. Brooke was shown into mandali hall where he fell at Baba's feet. Baba embraced him and spoke with him briefly.

About his meeting, Brooke related: "I was drawn there at that time by the power of love and, on arriving; I flowed straight into Baba's arms. Few words passed, so far I can recall. Baba was very frail, and after sitting in front of him for a few minutes, I left."

Brooke left the same night by train for Bombay. He later wrote to Maud Kennedy: "(The) meeting with beloved Baba was quite beyond words. It was the briefest possible, but everything was in it. He is Pure Love." (Lord Meher-p-5125-1965)



Arjun began keeping night watch at the hut, Baba told him: "Always remain awake and never be afraid of anything." One night Arjun heard the rustling of leaves and was startled. Peering into the darkness he saw two gigantic figures dressed in white robes who suddenly started becoming larger and more ominous, reaching almost 20 feet in height! Arjun was a well-known local wrestler and regarded as one of the strongest men in Poona. But as soon as he saw these two figures, he became petrified and could not utter a sound. At that very moment, Baba emerged from the hut irritated and asked, "What's the matter with you?" Arjun pointed into the darkness, but there was nothing visible. Baba scolded him, "Didn't I tell you not to be afraid when I am here?"

Then He explained, "Those were ghosts who came to Me seeking rebirth. Such spirits of the dead have committed suicide and are unable to take another birth for several centuries. Every night such ghosts come to Me; so never be afraid. They won't harm you." But Arjun's health began steadily deteriorating after this incident. His eyes became yellowish and his face pale, and it lasted until he dropped his body four years later. (Lord Meher)



On Monday morning, 27 May 1963, Baba performed the Zoroastrian navjot ceremony of Beheram and Banoo Dadachanji's nine-year-old daughter, Armaity. He first asked the girl to pray aloud (in Gujarati): "Ahuramazda, Holy Zoroaster, Avatar Meher Baba! May I always have good thoughts, speak good words and do good deeds."

As she recited the invocation, Baba explained the significance of the prayer and then kissed her.

He made her repeat it three times, and Armaity got three kisses too! Then Baba gave her the traditional sadra and kusti (thread), and asked her to repeat the prayer once more. Her mother dressed her in the sadra and once again the prayer was repeated. Baba embraced her and she garlanded him with flowers, as did her parents, sister and grandparents. Armaity then went inside to meet Mehera and was given sweets and gifts. Baba made her sit near him as he drank his coconut water, and gave some of it to her from his own glass. Although the ceremony took hardly five minutes, for those present there were no words to describe the sanctity they felt as Baba performed it. The atmosphere was divinely beautiful, and Baba was radiant and smiling. No Dasturji (Zoroastrian priest) could have achieved for Armaity and those gathered what Baba imparted to them that day.



In August 1938, Baba had been discussing plans with the women about starting a maternity home on Meherabad Hill when they shifted there, and about reviving a magazine dedicated to him. On 29th August 1938, Baba convened a meeting with the women on Meherabad Hill from in the morning and assigned duties to all.

Same day, Adi Sr. brought an army major named Gulshar and his wife to Meherabad for Baba's darshan. The wife openly asked Baba to bless her with a son, and he handed her a flower petal and asked her to eat it, which she did. But Baba told her, "You have all kinds of desires and they bring you unhappiness. I have no desire, and I am always happy and never get upset. I experience Baba in you all and in everything. If you think I know everything, there is no need to express any want. If you think I know nothing, no amount of pleading for any ambition is of avail." (Lord Meher-p-1940-1938)



In 1953, during the Nagpur stay, Baba and the mandali's food was coming from Nana Kher's family's house and was daily being delivered to where Baba was staying.

He was not eating at anyone's house, but he once went to see the Kher family at their residence. There were so many dishes for lunch that Baba complimented Nana's mother, Godubai, "My belly is full just looking at them!"

Then, examining every dish minutely, He inquired, "Why hasn't Asha (Nana's sister-in-law) prepared chutney? Where is she?"

Godubai explained, "She specially came from Amraoti for that purpose, but because she is having her period, she is weeping." (In India, it is an age-old custom that when a woman is menstruating she keeps herself aloof and does not touch anyone, much less cook.)

Baba sent for Asha and asked her, "What do you take Me for?"

"Paramatma," she said.

"Yes, I am Paramatma. I am the Ocean which has within it both good and bad. The ocean is never polluted if filth is thrown in it, nor does it ever give out fragrance if it contains sandalwood. The ocean is infinite. It always is as it ever was.

"I contain within myself both your good and bad actions and keep you clean. I am infinitely pure and purify every bit of dirt in My Infinite Ocean. So, dedicating both good and bad to Me, everyone should become pure.

"To Me, you are never unclean. Go prepare and bring My chutney. I am waiting for it."

For Asha, it was a wondrous thing, as she had been brought up in an orthodox, traditional manner. Baba's love took firm root in her heart, and she prepared the chutney with much love — which Baba ate with zest, praising her all the while.



of inaugurations of Poona centre, Bhavsar's daughters, Sudha and her sister offered the prayers in Marathi. On behalf of the lovers of the new Poona Center, Soman again expressed their gratitude to Baba for his compassion in gracing them with his presence at the opening of their center. He also thanked all who had, in one way or another, offered a helping hand in its establishment, and who had labored toward that end. (Lord Meher-5073-1964)




Aspandiar Vesali had been a student in the Prem Ashram in Meherabad in 1927-1928. Soon after the school closed, he returned home to Iran and had not seen Baba since 1928. Espandiar longed to have Baba's darshan, but he wrote saying he had no money to travel to India. Through Baidul, Baba wrote back asking how much Espandiar was earning and what was the means of his livelihood. He answered in detail that he had a modest income from a cherry and apple orchard, but that most years the winter frost destroyed the blossoms on the trees. If he had a good crop, he would sell it and should there be any leftover amount from what he needed for his maintenance, he would be able to come to India. Otherwise, he would not be able to see Baba.

Baba instructed Baidul to write back saying that Espandiar should go to the trees in his orchard and speak to them: "It is 35 years since I have seen Meher Baba, and I want to go and visit him. So you, my crop, are not allowed to freeze. I beg of you trees to bear fruit in abundance so that I might be able to go to see my Lord. The frost and winter should not destroy my crop this year." Baba instructed him to walk around the trees and utter these words, and then not to think of anything else and not to worry.

So, Espandiar "spoke" to his trees every morning.

Certain of the fact that he would not lose his crop, Espandiar borrowed money and flew to Bombay. He arrived at Guruprasad on 5 May 1963 and was extremely anxious to meet his Master after more than 30 years of separation, but Baba did not grant him darshan at once. On the contrary, he sent word for him to sit outside and read verses from the Divan-e-Hafiz. Espandiar sat on the verandah reading the book. After about half an hour, Baba called him inside. To see him meet Baba after so many years was a touching scene. Putting his head on Baba's feet, he wept and wept. After a few minutes, Espandiar was lifted up and he embraced Baba.

Espandiar once had an unusual experience at his home in Tehran. One day he heard a knock, he opened the door and found an Imam (a Muslim priest) standing at the door. The Imam related that he had had a dream in which a voice told him that the eagerly awaited Imam Mehdi (Saheb-e-Zaman, the Rasool) is now on earth and he would find him at a certain house in Tehran. In his dream, he was guided to the house which he saw clearly in vivid detail. The next morning, the priest went in search of the house in the city, found it and knocked on the door. As he spoke, tears ran down Espandiar's cheeks, for his house served as the Avatar Meher Baba Center in Tehran, where weekly meetings were held.

Espandiar Vesali came to Guruprasad on 7th May, in a serious tone, Baba informed him, "You cannot stay here longer than today. You must return to Iran."

Vesali replied, "Baba, it has been 35 years since I have seen you. Please give me permission to remain with you for at least 20 days or a month."

Baba replied, "No, I am also with you in Iran. You should go back and work for Baba. Even if you lost your life because of this [borrowing money], don't pay heed to it, and work for me."

So Espandiar Vesali was driven by Adi to Meherabad, where he met Baidul. He was taken to Meherazad the following day and then left for Bombay. But at the airport he was informed he would have to purchase his ticket with Persian currency, and since he did not have anything other than Indian rupees, he was told it would be best to have his ticket sent from Iran. He returned to Guruprasad. Baba called him and when he heard what happened, stated, "All right, remain here until the answer to your letter arrives."

After a week, Baba instructed Vesali to travel to Bombay and see whether the answer had arrived. The letter had not come, so he returned to Guruprasad.

Baba again allowed him to remain in Poona. After another week, Baba directed him to go to Bombay again, but there was no letter or money and he had to return. In this way, Vesali remained in Poona for 20 days, until finally Baba instructed him to go to Bombay and wait for the reply there. The ticket came and just before leaving, he came back to Guruprasad to bid farewell to Baba.

Later that year, when the orchard crop was harvested, even though surrounding orchards had been severely damaged due to a harsh winter frost, Vesali's trees gave an unprecedented yield — much to the local farmers' amazement. (Lord Meher, pp-4984-85-1963)






On 18th May 1940, Apsi as young boy came had come to see Baba with his father Rusi Pop.

Aspi was a major in the army and during the recent Indo-Chinese War had been entrapped in a battle. Remembering him, Baba mentioned this and asked Eruch to relate what had happened to Aspi during the conflict. Eruch narrated:

Aspi was being sent to the border and before going, Katie, loving him and desiring his safety, asked him to wear Baba's locket at all times underneath his uniform and to take his name. Though Aspi did not believe in Baba, he respected him and said: "Well Katie, just to please you I will wear it."

The Indian troops were defeated at one post after another. Aspi too was ordered to retreat with his regiment. He was surrounded by the Chinese and so he retreated into the forest. As they were retreating, at one point they came across a huge Gibraltar-like rock. There was no other way but to attempt the 90° climb. The men were exhausted, without water or food and it was biting cold. Somehow Aspi dared to forge ahead, and miraculously it seemed that at each step during the night the path was cleared and opened to them. Once when they were resting, suddenly he felt that no matter how exhausted his men were, they should not rest at that spot. He made the men push on and found out later that within an hour the Chinese were there. God knows what would have happened to them if they had been captured.

During the trek they reached a river, a fast, flowing, roaring one, impossible to cross. While climbing, Aspi had lost many of his men. The more desperate ones jumped into the river and drowned, but Aspi with the few men who followed found a bridge. (He later said he was still not convinced it was really there, for who would build a bridge in such a remote, thick forest.) They crossed it and, at last, after fourteen days and heavy losses, they reached the Indian border.

Their boots had stuck so tightly to their skins that the legs of 75 of his men had to be amputated. Aspi was the only one to emerge from the ordeal unscathed. When he saw Baba, Aspi fell at his feet and cried his heart out for his men. Baba consoled him, told him not to worry and informed him that he would have to go back to the front, but that he would return safely once again, and to tell his wife so. (Lord Meher-p-4937/8--1963)



On another occasion, (Sept. 1931) a Mr. Audrey came with his wife and child to Russell Road for Baba’s blessing. He was a lover of philosophy and a very good man whom Baba liked. Baba took Mr. Audrey’s son on his lap and kissed him. Seeing this, Mr. Audrey’s heart filled with love. Though he tried to check his emotions, tears fell from his eyes.

Consoling him, Baba explained, “The study of book knowledge and philosophy merely satisfies the intellect, but it is not all. The real thing is to think of God, to feel God and to experience God. Actual feeling, perception and experience should be gained, for these are real. Intellectual conviction is the first step and faith is born from it, but there should be continuous progress.” Baba instructed Mr. Audrey to meditate on God for half an hour daily. (Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 4, pp. 1433)



In year 1923, at Nasik, Baba suddenly changed his plan of staying on the pretext, "I've heard there are many dacoits here who kidnap children, so it is not good to remain in such a place."

After a lengthy discussion about where to travel next, it was decided to return to Meherabad the next day. Aziz Ahmed (who had met Baba in Manzil-e-Meem) drove his car back and forth three times to the station, transporting the men and the entire luggage. They left Nasik at in morning by train, arriving in Manmad three hours later. Then they departed train to Dhond, reaching Ahmednagar. Shouldering the luggage, they walked the five miles to Meherabad.

In 1923, Baba had begun by keeping silence. So, for the moment, Baba stopped aiming his arrows at the mandali and instead instructed Ramjoo to send a telegram to Aziz Ahmed (in Nasik), saying: "Baba and the mandali arriving in Bari tomorrow morning. Arrange to take them to Bhandardara." Aziz Ahmed then wired his confirmation and informed his friend Mr. Kothare, who lived in Ghoti, to attend to Meher Baba and the mandali's comfort. Mr. Kothare came to the railway station and asked if there was anything he could do, but as Baba and the mandali had already had their dinner; Baba explained that he preferred to spend the night where they were. Kothare was thanked and told they did not require anything.

Aziz Ahmed, however, continued sending telegram after telegram, informing different people in Ghoti about Meher Baba's arrival and urging them to make all proper arrangements for him. Aziz's enthusiasm was proving a burden to Baba, so Ramjoo was told to send him a lengthy telegram, adding at the end: "Exhausted, preparing for sleep." This put an end to his incessant telegrams.

On 27th October 1923, Baba again awakened the men early at 2:30 A.M. and left at 3:00 A.M. for Bari, fourteen miles away. It was a gruelling trek as they experienced much difficulty climbing three steep mountain passes. Ramjoo was sent ahead to meet Aziz Ahmed, but he could not find Aziz's car. Ramjoo was thinking that perhaps his enthusiasm had waned, but shortly thereafter Aziz drove up in his car with breakfast; he had not expected Baba to arrive in Bari so soon.

Aziz and Ramjoo found Baba outside a rest house with the mandali. Baba, however, drank only tea while the mandali enjoyed a hearty breakfast.

They all left for Bhandardara in the car and a few Tongas. Baidul drove one of the Tongas and the bullock cart followed. They arrived at Bhandardara afternoon. and after lunch at Aziz's home, they went to see the dam, which was near completion after fifteen years of construction. From Bhandardara Lake they returned in the evening to Bari.

Baba's mood changed and, after one more day of fasting, he ate rice and dal. In the early morning of 28th of October 1923, they left Bari for Rajur, loading their luggage in a Tonga belonging to Aziz. Baidul had stayed in Bhandardara with the bullock cart and was told to meet them at (Lord Meher)

as fun or recreation; I actually thought they were beneficial. But Baba showed me very clearly that they didn't serve me, so it was very easy to stop. Eventually I came to the conclusion that I wanted to stay away from drugs, from other people using drugs, and from that entire atmosphere.  (Meher Baba's next wave, pp. 170-173, ed. Carolyn M. Ball)



This episode relates to a Baba lover named Appala Naidu from Kedipatta in Andhra Prasad. The episode his own word goes as under:

After Baba had dropped His body I had a very interesting plea sent experience. It was my habit that at the time morning prayer i used to put some prasad before Baba. And after prayer coming out of the room I close the door. After some time i go and collect the prasad and take it. One day after few days of Baba’s dropping body, I placed a banana before Baba as prasad and in routine closed the door after prayer and came outside. After some time when I went again inside, I saw that there was half banana was there in the plate. Seeing this I was overwhelmed. I thought that this prasad accepted by Baba is a un special gift for me and my family. Therefore I distributed the prasad among my family with heartfelt thanks to Meher Baba.

Courtesy: Maja Meher Ki Bato Me- page 46 Anna Khandale (Translated in English)



Following are the words author of Meher Baba Journal

“When we recall Baba’s miracles, we do not think of resurrection of the dead or healing of sick. It is a deep, unfathomable cure within the soul that He operates. I recall an intimate act as it touches the life of one of my friend .She was drunkard. For years together, she was staggering from asylum to asylum trying to find self control. Nothing could bring her back to reason. Her life seemed to be a dark passage. She was living with her mother and between them were nothing but harsh cruel words and inhuman thoughts! She often said,” I wish she were dead.” She used to enter her mother’s room saying “Why are you not dead yet!” This relationship reached such monstrous proportions of ugliness that most of her friends withdrew from her.

Once I spoke to her about Baba she rebuked me with crude arguments and worked herself up into state of diabolic antagonism! Only after repeated efforts, I was able to arouse in her some curiosity and finally she agreed to see “That man” Baba. When she was described one, Baba stopped him saying, “I know her very well.” He anticipated her visit. She came and sat down at Baba’s feet like a little amenable dog. After some moment of friendly chat, ”Baba touched her favorite subject. He spoke to her with intense interest about drinking, even advising her more superior quality of wine than she used to drink! Immediate confidence arose. Her visit was most jovial, friendly and full of humor. After a while she turned around to me and said, “You know, He is not bad as I thought! This man is real human being.

A week later she invited me to tea. She opened the door of her apartment in an absolutely sober state and without hesitation at once disclosed to me her determination to lead a new life. “I do not drink anymore,” nor will ever drink any more1 I was fowl! I have wasted better part of my life and energy. I have been disintegrating into an inhuman beast. I can no more hate. I am repentant to have given so much suffering to my mother. I am conscious of it that I love her. I will devote my life to her: I will make her happy and I shall do and carry out this duty to the last day of my life.

All this was due to the grace of the Master Psychiatrist, Meher Baba. (Source: Meher .Baba Journals)



On 23rd November 1952, on their way to Meherastana near Mahewa, Keshav Nigam told Baba, "A Muslim friend of mine conducts an orphanage. He wishes, if it pleases you, for you to pay a visit to his institution."

Baba agreed on one condition: "After washing and laying my head on the children's feet, I will give them prasad; but they should remain absolutely quiet and not move when I take their darshan." Keshav accepted and made the necessary arrangements in the orphanage. When Baba arrived, six or seven boys were brought before him. Baba began by washing the feet of the first lad. But when he tried to bow down to him, the boy suddenly stepped back. Baba was noticeably peeved and commented, "When the boy pulled back his feet, had my head touched the ground, this world would have gone to hell." However, Baba did lay his head on the other children's feet and gave them about 20 rupees each as prasad. Baba handed the entire amount to the orphanage manager, who it turned out was greedy and kept the money for himself.

They left. Baba said his work was spoiled and that he would not visit any more villages in the district. Pukar and Adarsh Khare began to weep. On the way, Baba had the car stopped and he got out. Pukar spread his coat on the ground, and Baba sat on it under a tamarind tree. He told Keshav and Pukar, "It did not go well. It is an unlucky happening and bodes ill for the orphanage and the village. The only remedy to free them from bad luck is for me to bow down and give prasad of Rs.14 to fourteen handsome and intelligent orphan boys under fourteen years old, the moment I reach Meherastana." (Lord Meher-3200-1952)



In 1954, during Hamirpur in Ichhaura group came across an orchid having many ber trees so many that the sour, cherry-sized fruit had no saleable value.  Gustadji, who especially liked the fruit, started plucking a few of the bers from a tree. Seeing him, the others who had come with Baba also began picking them. Baba saw them from a distance. He sent for them and reprimanded them severely. The owner of the piece of land was called, and Baba conveyed to him, "Please forgive me. My men have, without your consent, plucked fruit from your trees. For this offense on their part, I ask your pardon. As they have come with me, I am responsible for them."

The man replied that there was no question of consent. He was honoured they had enjoyed the fruit. Baba persisted, "You own the trees, and though they may not have much value to you, honesty demands that your permission should have been taken first. An offense is committed, so please excuse us."

The man was visibly stunned when Baba then sought his pardon by laying his head on his feet. (Lord Meher)



In 1963, Dev Narayan Kharate went to Hamirpur to Meherashan, to a place where Meher Baba had declared that He was the Avatar. I prayed in desperation, “When you are present in every leaf of the trees, every blade of the grass, why don’t you appear before me? Because one day we have to give up our bodies, and why should not I get your darshan before I give up my body.

Meherastana is a room constructed for Baba to occupy. It is located within densely forest. Then I saw a snake coming too me forest area where, at that time savage anneals were often seen. There were twenty two Baba lovers within grounds at that time I prayed that He would appear. After a while, nineteen of them left and only three of us remained.  Night fell. So I want the darshan even at the cost of my life, but I must have your darshan,” I shouted, “Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai” Every time I shouted it, I felt a sort of internal happiness coming to me but I was also afraid. It was cold, it was terribly dark, and yet was perspiring from fear. I kept on shouting. After some time, a tiger came and he caught hold of my leg. I was mightily afraid. I thought it was not a tiger, but death himself. After a while tiger stopped tugging, and sat down before me. He was staring at me and I was staring at him. I kept on shouting, “Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai.” Then I saw a snake coming to me, and again was afraid that this was the death. As I went on repeating Baba’s name, I started feeling as if there is nothing there, and suddenly I heard a male and a female peacock calling out in some distance part of the forest. And then I found a tremendous light, and form of all corners of the space, fragrance of roses began to issue. I felt as if Baba had hastened to the place.

Immediately the snake and tiger disappeared. Through gestures He said, “what do you want?’ I told Baba, “Baba, my head is resting at your feet. What else should I desire for?”

Baba again repeated the gesture, “No, you tell me what you want?”

Again I said that I wouldn’t want anything because my head is at your feet and that is enough. I was just looking at His feet now. What could I have asked for, because I got Baba Himself, and is there anything greater than this?

Just then, at a distance I saw a man standing with an incense stick. He rushed to me and he locked me in his arms, and started weeping, and said. “Oh how fortunate you are?” because he had seen Baba appearing before me. I told him to keep quiet and not to tell anyone about the event. But he narrated the incident to one and all.

Keshav Narayan Nigam was there. He turned to me and said, “Was what you see was a fact?” I said, “ I have no idea but whatever this man says is true”  Keshav Babu sent me a letter some time later, asking me if  I was awake, what was I doing at that time and how did I get to see Baba?’This confused me, so I got my friend Amiya to write for me a letter to Baba, and he took it by hand to Baba. The letter asked Him to tell me whether He really appeared before me, or not? Baba told Amiya, “Whatever happened with Dev Narayan Kharate was absolutely a true event.” Baba continued, nodded His head, “I gave him darshan because of his very sincere yarning to see Me there.”

(Courtesy: Seekers of Love -page-208 by A K Hazra & Keith Gum)



In words of Group Captain Manohar Sakhare;

One of my fellow-officers on the Poona Air Force station was declared agnostic, yet he loved to discuss and argue on all and any religious and philosophical subject: while he was highly sceptical of religious beliefs, he did so without showing disrespect for ant of Master and His message. Indeed he was eager at times to discuss and hear my views and understanding of Beloved Baba’s statements.

One morning while we were thus talking on some spiritual subject over morning cup of tea. I was asked if wished to make a local sortie. Always happier flying than being desk-bound, I readily agreed and also invited my argumentive friend to come with me. He agreed, and after takeoff I set a certain course. He immediately asked if I was heading for Ahmednagar, and then circles the place where Meher Baba was staying. When I wondered how he had guessed my destination, he had no reply answer. He just thought that it would be so.

I had a number of times flown over Meherazad, and each time I would circle around ashram seven times as would any devout Hindu circle the temple Deity seven times. As I approached Meherazad I came lover to have a better view and, hoping fervently, to again see Beloved Baba with the mandali waving to us. as He had on the previous occasions. On the second round I saw Baba and the mandali start to come out of mandali hall, and on the third round I could clearly see Beloved Baba waiving to us. On the fourth turn my passenger suddenly pointed below, and said, “There is in the middle of the group is your Master in the long white robe. Isn’t that so?”

To test him, I said, “Where? That man with beard and moustache? “No no, He is clean shaven in the white gown, bright and beautiful, fourth from the tree,”

“I don’t know what are you talking about?” I said to test him further.

“Don’t try to put me off-He is unmistakable, right in the middle, with that beautiful aura around Him shining like a column of light. If you cannot see Him you must be blind.”We finished the seven rounds, and climbing again set the course for home. As we flew I asked him how he had picked up Baba out of the sizable group of people. Thoughtfully he replied, “I just can’t tell you how, but I straightway knew Him. He stood out like a column of light amongst those men. “Later, he added, “I am really sorry I argued with you many a time about Meher Baba and His message and expressing my disbeliefs. Now I am convinced that Baba is truly great.

(Courtesy: The divine Humanity of Meher Baba Vol-III p-155, by Bill Le Page)



During May 1962, it was very hot. Baba was in Guruprasad. On 21st May, while playing the game of card in Guruprasad, as it was very hot in the month of May, Baba asked those who were present there, “Will it rain today?  Pratap replied, we should ask Narendra Thade who is working in Metrological Department. Baba asked Narendra Thade to go outside and check if there were any sign of rain. Narendra went outside and returned after scanning the skies and told Baba that it will rain today.

The game continued, Baba again asked Narendra to go out and check again. Narendra went outside again for the second time and replied that “it will rain”. One of the participants jokingly said.”Baba their forecast is always wrong”. Another participant said that they ask the astrologer who sits near the office gate about the forecast before giving their forecast. On this remark Baba started laughing.

Baba then asked Narendra to go outside third time and tell whether it will rain today. Narendra after observing the sky conditions replied it will definitely rain. Baba said 100%”. Narendra said, “Yes Baba. 1000%. Baba asked at what time it will rain.” Narendra said at 6 O clocks. Baba jokingly said, “If your forecast goes wrong. I will cut your head and hang on the door.”

Narendra went to the office soon at 3 pm. It was cloudy and hot till 6+ pm. Narendra was worried about his forecast. After 5 pm, the complete sky became cloudy and dark. And just before 6 pm a huge lightening followed with strong wind with heavy rain started. Even tree were uprooted. It was thunder storm Narendra realised that it was all done by Baba. (Courtesy: Showers of Grace –page-77 by L. B. Thade)



This episode relates to Mrs. Rajdulari wife of Brij Bhushan Sharma (eldest son of Prakashwati). At the time of their marriage Baba had told Brij Bhushan that he should not put any kind of pressure on his wife to accept Him (Baba) s the narration in her own words by Mrs. Rajdulari.

We were married in year 1960. I was a devotee of Vaishno Devi. At that time my husband was in Air Force and I, my father and mother in law were staying in Government quarter in Rajendra Nagar in Delhi.  In 1974 we came to Dehradun and started staying in Bhagwan das quarters situated on Chakrata Road. I had made a small temple in upper self of my wall almirah. In that temple I had photographs of Mata Vaishno, Veer Hanuman, Avatar Meher Baba and Baba Balaknath. I used to pray and arti to all standing on my bed. One day it so happened that photograph of Baba Balaknath was not there. When i was absorbed in my prayer I suddenly saw that in blank space Meher Baba is coming from back and in space of Baba Balaknath picture, Meher Baba’s picture was clearly inscribed. I could not dare to see this scene and crying I fell on the bed. My son Mikky came running and called Sri. Kishan Singh ji from shop to see what has happened to mummy. When he came inside he saw this newly formed picture on the wall and inadvertently uttered “Avatar Meher Baba ki Jai”.

This picture remained visible for almost two to three months. Many had seen this picture. Pukar ji from Hamirpur and Panchal ji had also seen it. After this episode I became devoted to Meher Baba. This was the incident of year 1974.

(Courtesy: “Maja Meher Ki Bato Me” page-82 Anna Khandale) translated in English




Tuesday morning, 24th May 1932, Elizabeth, Norina and Anita arrived in Harmon to spend the day. After lunch, Baba led his lovers outside to the stone terrace. Some from the group went forward to pick a few wildflowers, in bloom in the yard, but Elizabeth stayed close to Baba. Baba then stepped forward and motioned Elizabeth to follow. He bent down and picked a small pink flower, which he handed to her. Kaka was near Baba, ready with the board, and Baba motioned for it. Spelling the words out, he had Chanji tell Elizabeth, "Always keep this flower, and write down today's date. Someday you will know the meaning of it."

The following evening, Baba said something similar to Margaret Mayo. Before retiring to his room, he went down to the river alone or with one of the mandali. When he returned, he told Margaret that she would one day understand what work he had done at her home.

When Elizabeth returned home that night, she pasted the flower inside the cover of her New Testament and wrote, "Baba — May 24, 1932." In the mid-1950s, when she was unpacking a trunk, she happened to notice the book again and read the inscription next to the flower. Its significance was instantly apparent. Baba had given her the flower 20 years to the day prior to his automobile accident in Prague, Oklahoma, May 24, 1952, in which Elizabeth had been driving.

"But that was far into the future." Age mused. "These days in the spring of 1932 were filled with ecstasy and bliss; the lovers' hearts were overflowing with the God-Man's presence in their midst. Little did they know that the Avatar was destined to break his bones and shed his blood on American soil." (Lord Meher –p-422-1932)



In June of 1968, I moved from New York City, where I first heard of Meher Baba, to Seattle on the northwest coast of the United States. For over half a year there, I didn't meet a single Baba-lover, although I spoke quite openly about Baba. Seattle, it seemed to me then, was on the remote frontier of the Baba World.

Sometime around the latter part of December, however, by Baba's grace, I ran into someone devoted to Baba, a girl named Marion. Through her, I heard about the darshan in India to which Baba was inviting His lovers in the spring in March and April. During this period, I didn't have a job or any savings, and so the prospect of earning money for the fare to India in such a short time seemed hopeless.

Marion was very poor, she lived in an extremely rundown apartment, and because she was not well enough to hold a full-time job, we were both in the same boat — it looked like going to see Baba would be impossible. However, we didn't give up hope. Whenever we ran into each other, invariably the subject would turn to discussing possible ways to get to India, from borrowing money to working our way over on a ship. We usually ended up feeling discouraged.

A month later, on the 31st of January, we received the news that Baba had dropped His body. We were profoundly affected by this and hoped somehow we could make it to the "Last Darshan."

There was a small cafe in the university district I used to go to in those days called the Hasty Tasty. It was a greasy sort of place, open all night, where all manner of people congregated — students, bums, hippies, drug-users, even heavy drinkers who would come in to sober up. Most, like myself, were practically broke and were lured in by a special feature offered at the Hasty Tasty. For only ten cents, one could drink all the coffee one wanted. Often my friends and I would sit and talk for hours, sometimes consuming ten cups apiece in the course of an evening.

One afternoon, three or four days after Baba dropped His body, three of us stopped by the Hasty Tasty and were sitting at a small table having our usual coffees: Marion, myself, and a fellow named Rusty who had heard of Baba from us and seemed open to Him. A few other people were seated at nearby tables in the very cramped dining area.

For about half an hour, the three of us had been talking about this and that, nothing in particular. Marion was sitting at the end of our table, and Rusty was across from me. Suddenly, Marion with a look of utter astonishment on her face, stared awestruck at the empty chair next to me and exclaimed, "Baba is sitting in that chair!"

I started to turn my head towards the chair but there was such an overwhelming brilliance that my eyes could only bear to see the outer fringes of this great brilliance! Baba was like the light of a thousand suns put together! Tears poured from my eyes. Streams of golden light flowed out from the fringes of the great sun of Baba's effulgence. Try as I might, I was not able to look directly into the light itself.

An eternity of time seemed to pass, though it was probably no more than a few minutes. Suddenly, Baba vanished as quickly as He had appeared. The three of us were utterly speechless. Instinctively we reached out and held hands and remained like this for a long time, in silence. Then as if by an unspoken consent, we stood up, paid for our coffees and left the cafe. Outside there was a great roof of grey clouds overhead which made everything seem deeply quiet and subdued. We walked up University Avenue, still without speaking a word, and then one by one each of us turned down our own street along the avenue and headed home.

How deeply touched the three of us were, beyond words! Baba, in His infinite compassion, remembered us in this remote corner of the world. There was no way, as it turned out, that Marion and I could have gone to the "Last Darshan," but Baba had said He would give His lovers His darshan again, "Sometime, somewhere, somehow!" and that moment had unexpectedly and overwhelmingly come for us! (Showers of Grace ed. Bal Natu, pp. 50-52)



On 29th December 1952, Baba set out for mast contacts in Delhi.  Because of the mandali's late arrival that morning for the poor program, Baba had informed them, "To compensate for the delay in the poor program, I wish to wash the feet of and bow down to a special boy. He must be between sixteen and eighteen years of age, spiritually-minded, intelligent, athletic, obedient to his parents, and he should have a pure heart. Can anyone bring me such a lad?"

Pukar volunteered to undertake the task along with Nana Kher, and they with Daulat Singh and Babadas went to a college in search of such a lad. The students ridiculed them, but undeterred they contacted the principal, who suggested a suitable candidate. The boy was willing, but his mother was not prepared to tolerate such a person of Meher Baba's stature and magnitude washing her son's feet and bowing to him. Pukar prevailed upon her to consent to Baba's wish, but the woman was insistent. Finally, as they were about to give up hope, they found another boy walking along the road and brought him to Baba. Baba was pleased with him, bowed at his feet and gave him Rs.51. The boy's father was a devotee of Sai Baba, and the boy himself said he sometimes "saw" Sai Baba in a park near their home. Pukar then realized that Baba had wanted to contact this boy all along. (Lord Meher-p-3213-1952)



Someone wrote his experience in letter to Mani as under.

One day, I had a dream. In that dream I saw Baba. I question to Baba that you say you are God, how can accept it. Baba told me in my dream that he was the Krishna. This was the only talk in my dream.

Next day when i got up, i remembered the night dream. I was in doubt that Baba has told me in dream that he was Krishna but there must be some proof..How can it be believed in His words?”

That day my maid came to my house and she told us that today is Gokul Astami. The moment she told us today is Golukl Astami then a thought came to my mind that if Baba is Krishna then its proof must be available today. I thought myself that if Baba is Krishna, I will accept Him if 50 pairs garments are sold out today from my shop. It was very surprising that there was total of 50 pairs garments sold on that day not less one more. With this incident made  me believe that Baba was Lord Krishna. Reality is that if you call him from core of your heart Baba answers to all your questions (Courtesy: Maja Meher Ki Bato Me page-91 Anna Khandale) translated in English.  .



On morning of 27th July 1946 Baba left for Rishikesh with the mandali in a crowded public bus. It was monsoon season and the Ganges was flooded by the heavy rains. They returned to Hardwar, and Baba decided to proceed to Amritsar for further mast contacts. They boarded a train that evening and were surprised to find plenty of empty seats in a military compartment. But before the train left, the conductor came and told them to move to another compartment, as this one was reserved for military personnel only. The train was about to leave and the other compartments were already overcrowded. There were hardly half

a dozen soldiers in the military compartment, and they had no objection to Baba's remaining, so they stayed where they were. But after the train stopped at Roorkee and Saharanpur, the compartment filled to overflowing.

Tempers rose as each soldier tried to make a place for himself. Before too long, there was a near riot in the speeding train! Bayonets were brandished and hockey sticks were swung; pandemonium broke out.

Suddenly, there was a loud clap, and everyone turned to see Baba standing on one of the wooden seats. "The effect was instantaneous," Eruch remembered, "though I do not know how it could have been heard in that raucous din."

The soldiers stopped fighting and stared up at Baba, who had raised his hands for them to cease. In his flowing white sadra, it seemed as if the darkness of their frenzy was dispelled by the rays of light issuing from his robe. They were mystified by his glowing countenance; their wrath subsided and their hearts were eased by a soothing calmness. Baba then smiled, and his smile completely dissipated their anger.

Baba dictated a short message on his board, which Eruch read out:

It is not good to fight among yourselves; it will not solve anything. You are soldiers, and the safety of our country rests on your shoulders. If you start fighting among yourselves, how will you safeguard the interests of the nation? Your fighting should be reserved for the protection of the country's citizens. The entire country trusts you, and if you betray this trust, then how will you protect the lives of your brothers and sisters? You are all brothers, and brothers should not fight! Now sit down.

Baba's words had a salubrious effect and all sat down. Baba promised everyone tea at the next station and told Eruch to break open the tin of sweets which they had with them. At the next station the tea was brought, and Baba distributed it and the sweets with his own hands to every soldier. The murderous atmosphere of minutes before turned into one of camaraderie. Sitting among them, Baba talked with each through Eruch and asked the soldiers to narrate their experiences in the war. (Lord Meher-p-2536/7-1948)



As the monsoon rains had still not fallen in Ahmednagar, on Friday, 9th September 1927, a group of people came to Baba at Meherabad, praying for rain. Adi Sr. asked Baba, "There are floods elsewhere in India. Why is there no rain in Ahmednagar?" Baba only smiled and would not reply.

Sitting beside the dhuni the next day, Adi repeated his question and requested that Baba produce rain. Baba immediately took off His woolen kamli coat (which He had not done for a very long time, having worn it even at the height of summer in May). Baba remarked, "All the heat has been taken out; there will be cold now," meaning it would rain. As soon as Baba did this, clouds began gathering in the sky, and a heavy rain fell which continued throughout the night.

Baba put the coat on again the next morning and, though still cloudy, it did not rain that day. Baba remarked to the mandali, "You won't be able to understand the significance of the taking off and putting on of this coat." (Lord Meher)



As uncomfortable, and the mandali chaotically tried to alleviate his discomfort, he whispered several times to call for a physician or vaidh — an ayurvedic doctor. In this critical situation and in the excitement of the moment, all, including Gustadji (whom Baba had particularly told that morning), forgot that the Master had strictly prohibited calling a doctor under any circumstances.

Rustom and Nervous immediately went in search of an orthopedic doctor as the others massaged Baba and placed cold towels on his forehead. Suddenly he started shivering and having spasms — as if he were being blasted by ice cold winds!

The spasms caused his limbs to vibrate continually. Despite his pain, Baba said, "Even had my leg broken, it would not have mattered. It is the inner shocks that are killing me and taking my breath away. Considering my physical state after the fast, my body cannot bear these shocks!" He added, "I knew this would happen! It is an aspect of my inner work which, instead of being spent in the desired direction, has rebounded and come back on me with such terrible force."

After an hour, the effect of the internal shocks lessened. Different remedies had been tried to ease the pain in his toe. To prove that he was not suffering from the effect of the injury, Baba stood up and began walking about the compound without limping.

Just then a bone-setter arrived, but Baba refused to see him. The doctor was paid the 35 rupee fee, but was puzzled, since he had not seen the patient. Rustom and Nervous had been frantic when they brought him to the Manzil, telling the doctor it was an emergency and to come immediately — now he was told that everything was all right. Rustom stammered that the patient felt much better and did not need any treatment.

The doctor responded, "Since I am already here and have been paid, it is better that I examine the injured person. The pain of the injury might lessen for a while, but then again it may flair up, worse than before. And you, yourself, claimed that my presence here was essential and most urgent."

With difficulty, the embarrassed Rustom persuaded the doctor to leave. Baba's foot was soaked in hot water, medicinal turmeric paste was applied, and the toe was bandaged. The tension in the Manzil soon subsided, as if nothing serious had happened. Baba then asked the mandali, "Can any one of you guess what the meaning of this mishap is?" Everyone expressed his own view, but no one's inference was correct. (Lord Meher)



A Baba lover once took his widowed mother for Beloved Meher Baba's darshan with the hope that it would act as a healing balm on her deeply wounded heart. When they sat in front of Baba in the darshan hall at Guruprasad, Poona, Baba looked at them with great understanding and compassion. Baba's eyes rested on the son and He asked, 'Where are you all staying?'

'At Ganeshkhind, Baba.'

'Why are you living so far from here? Could you not stay in a hotel near this place?'

'Baba,' the son hesitatingly replied, 'it's firstly because my cousin resides at Ganeshkhind'.

'Is that all?' Baba asked. As a Baba lover the son knew that he will have to explain fully as Baba will not leave it at that! So he replied, 'Baba it is also because my mother doesn't want to eat food cooked at a hotel.'

'Why does she not want to eat food cooked at a hotel?' Baba asked.

'Baba, because she has become a widow and as per our custom a widow takes food prepared by herself or by some relative who should be a Brahmin.'

Baba's eyes peered into the son's eye on his statement. After a moment's pause He said to the son, 'Am I not your Father?'

With eyes full of tears, the son replied, 'Yes, Baba, you are — you are indeed my Father!'

'Well, how can your mother be a widow then?' Baba pointed His finger at mother.

'You are right, Baba, she can't be a widow,' the son replied.

Baba's face suddenly assumed brightness and austerity. With calm but divine seriousness He further gestured with His hand making a circle in the air.

He said, 'I am the husband and father of the entire Universe. Know that for sure.'

The son bowed down his head in assent. Baba continued, 'There is no need for your mother to shun food prepared at hotels and feel that she is a widow.'

The son told his mother what Baba conveyed. He told her not to feel like a widow bereft of a husband because she had Baba's grace — the symbol of help and the protection. His mother perhaps did not quite understand all that was meant. But after leaving Guruprasad Hall, the son noticed a change coming over his mother slowly but steadily. She began to come out of her mental gloom. Baba had started healing her wounded mind, her tortured heart in His imperceptible manner from that moment on.

The mother and the son stayed for a fortnight. On the last day of departure, the mother and the son took an auto and started for Guruprasad to have a parting darshan of Beloved Baba. While on their way to Guruprasad the mother with a sigh of longing said to her son, 'I want to have a ride in Baba's car!'

The son said, 'What are you dreaming of, mamma? This is a child-like expectation on your part. Who can travel by Baba's car? It is meant for His use and for the use by His mandali. So give up this childish idea!' She kept quiet, thinking that Baba's car was meant for Baba — The God-man.

When they arrived at Guruprasad and came to the porch, one of the Mandali came out and informed them that Baba had left for a house visit a few minutes back. 'But He has left His car for your mother and yourself to go to Poona Railway Station. So please go in it to the Railway Station, otherwise you people will be missing the train.'

The mother looked proud as her wish was fulfilled and said to the son, 'You talked as if you were not my child but my father. But see how Baba, the (Antaryami) Omniscient One, has fulfilled my desire to travel by His car. So remain a child that you are, O.K.?'

How fortunate were the mother and the son who were indeed beloved and taken care of by the One who knew the slightest wish and thought that sparkled in any mind in the world!

Why not? After all He is having a Universal Mind'. (Much Love, pp. 346-350 by T. K. Ramanujam)



In year 1956, after contacting a mast, Baba was in a hurry to reach Gulbarga. No one had had lunch. At about 2:30 P.M. while driving to Gulbarga, Baba saved them from being involved in a serious auto accident. The Mandali could only describe it as a miracle. There was no other explanation to show how the car, which had slipped from the incline of the road into a deep hole and gone over completely on its side to only a few inches from the ground, could right itself as it did without turning over in the ditch. "I still cannot grasp how it happened," Bhau later said to Mani. "One second, my face was almost touching the ground, and the next, we were on the road and on four wheels again. I saw Baba's hand firmly holding Eruch's arm." The car had tipped over on Baba's side, and Eruch was on top of him with no control over the steering wheel. Baba (from an almost impossible angle) pushed Eruch back into his seat, making it possible for him to yank the wheel and bring the car to safety. All within a matter of seconds.

When the Mandali said it was a miracle, Baba looked innocent and gestured, "I know nothing about it." (Lord Meher-p-4121-1956)



Once, three men rode on bicycle to reach Guruprasad in Poona. They were intercepted by traffic police on the way but relieved on their explanation to police. However, when they reached Guruprasad, Baba scolded them for not abiding the traffic rules. (Lord Meher)



In early years, Memo pressed Baba again to find a job. Merwan did not like the idea; however, against his wishes and because of her pressure, he accepted a clerical position with a well-established brick contractor in Poona.

One day Merwan was seated beside the driver in his employer's automobile. The driver accidentally struck an old woman crossing the street. The contractor, who was seated in the back, told the driver to proceed and not to stop. Since a number of persons recognized the car, the contractor was soon arrested and summoned to court the next day. Merwan was also summoned.

Waiting in the court room, the contractor told Merwan, "When it comes your turn to testify, deny the incident, and claim we were driving elsewhere at the time."

Merwan replied, "I cannot do that. It would be a lie." When he took the stand, he told the truth.

The contractor was worried, but the judge ruled that it had not been solely the driver's fault but fined the contractor a sum of Rs.200 for not reporting the accident. (Lord Meher-p-173-1916)



Aloba took over night duty at 10:00 P.M., and Baba told Bhau to go and rest; but Bhau was called again about an hour later. This time, Baba actually spoke two words to Bhau: "Yad rakh (Remember this)!" and then gestured, "I am not this body!" Baba had gestured the same statement many times over the years, but this time it had a tremendous impact on Bhau. For the first time, Bhau actually realized and felt these words to be true.

Bhau recalled: "Although Baba's voice was feeble, the sound was audible and clear, and its intensity and impact very, very forceful. It conveyed so great an impression, that my mind itself neither registered nor questioned the fact that Baba was speaking."

"Yes, Baba is not the body," I said.

"Don't be anxious," Baba gestured." Don't worry about me. Go to sleep."

Bhau returned to his room, and two hours later, Baba sent for him again and repeated, "Don't worry about me. Go to sleep." (Lord Meher-p-5399-1969)



In Bajwa, while walking around neighbourhood, Baba suddenly went and sat on a raised platform outside the hut of a poor old man, who was sitting there alone. Baba sat beside him. The man immediately rushed into his house and brought a tattered gunny sack for Baba to sit on. Baba remained next to him for a few minutes, but did not say anything. The poor man was simply dumbfounded at Baba's surprise visit, and when Baba stood up to leave, the man bowed at his feet in reverence. (Lord Meher)



One day, a person from Bombay came to Baba.  Baba embraced the man, and asked “How are you?”

He said, "I am very, very miserable.  I lost my house.  I lost two of my children.  I have nothing at present."

Baba asked him, "Why did you lose your house?"
"Because of the medical treatment given to my children.  But now they are no more.”

"Who had given you those children?" Baba asked.

"You must have given them both to me," the man replied.

"Yes," Baba said."I did.  In the world, everyone has responsibility.  And what is your duty?  To fulfil your responsibility, knowing fully well that it has been given to you by Me.  When you do your duty, you please Me, and I feel happy.  I had given the responsibility of the children to you.  And according to My Wish, you did not neglect your duty in seeking medical treatment for them.  But it was also My wish that your children died.  I took that responsibility away from you, and now I am making you free from it.



Addressing the qawaal, Baba urged, "Now let us hear some choice truths!"

The qawaal sang: I go on deceiving myself, living in the hope of dying!

Stopping him, Baba commented, "What a beautiful thought! In this state the lover is totally uprooted from the world. All his desires die, except one, and that is to die for the Beloved."

It was getting very hot in the hall so someone switched on the fan. Baba had it turned off and told the qawaal, "All the doors are shut. It is warm. Baba has had the fan switched off. All are sweating."

Addressing one man who was overweight, Baba teased him, "It is good for you. You are perspiring and will slim down a bit." Loud laughter followed Baba's remark.

He continued jokingly, "It is good you people feel the heat. Had it been cool here you would have said, 'Baba, now please don't stop!' Now you will leave sooner!" (Lord Meher-p- 4234-1957)



A hostel for poor students was situated between the Grafton and Rosewood bungalows. When Baba walked by it daily, the principal and pupils would stand on one side of the road to offer salutations and were very drawn to him. But adjoining it was another student hostel whose students would ridicule them. Once, (Oct. 1955) they surrounded Bhau and began questioning him. “You are a well-educated Hindu,” they said. “Why do you leave your religion and go running after this Parsi Saint?”

Bhau replied, “This in itself is a matter which has to be understood. I see in Meher Baba things that are beyond religion, and for that reason I am with him.”

The students would daily waylay and pester Bhau with questions, and pretend to show interest in Meher Baba. Thinking they were sincere, Bhau would take time to talk with them and tell them stories about Baba.

One day, Baba asked Bhau about the students, and Bhau described how he was trying to draw them to Baba. Baba corrected him, “You are a fool! If you plant a seed in a stone and water it daily, what will happen? Nothing. It will not germinate and all your labor will be in vain.

“So what is the use in telling them about me? They are like stones! Their time has not yet come. Do not waste your energy with them anymore.”

(Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 13, p. 4654)



During 1958 sahawas, at Meherabad, two matters regarding money were disposed of by Meher Baba:

Regarding love offerings keep you decisions of parting with the money and do not increase or decrease the amount. Utilise the money for purchasing books, photos etc. and distribute to others at your respective centres. Those who cannot afford even small sums should not worry as I want only their offer of love.

Meher Baba wanted a special train to start from Meherabad near the railway station so that lovers need not go to Ahmednagar with their luggage. Vishnu was in a perturbed state as there was a deficit of Rs. 2300 or so due to shortage of passengers. Meher Baba told Vishnu, ‘’You are with Me since childhood. The deficit is nothing and I want the special train to start from Meherabad. Even if it is 300 crores it is nothing at all as compared to your love for Me. I will bear the deficit and don’t   worry.”



Following is the real episode narrated to Rustom Falahati by a friend Baba Lover.

She told about the difficult times she faced in raising her child and how it helped her to grow spiritually. The following was her experience.

“During my pregnancy, I had a Baba’s dream. In my dream I saw Baba, and he was standing with a look of concern on His face. He looked at me and said, “I have something which is very dear and precious to me. If I give it to you, will you take good care of it?”

“I said, “Yes, Baba, I will.”

Baba again repeated, “Promise Me that you will take good care of it, for it is very dear and precious to me.”

“I said to Baba, “I promise I will do my best.” The look of concern disappeared from Baba’s face and He was smiling. He pulled out a gift box and opened it. A beam of light emerged from it and entered my being. I got up from the dream feeling good about it. After few months my baby was delivered.

“On seeing the baby, my whole world came crumbling down. The child was suffering from Down’s syndrome. I could not understand hoe Baba could do this to me. I felt as if He was being very cruel and punishing me. I could not understand what I had done wrong to deserve such a punishment. Anyway, I put all the disturbing thoughts were behind and started to take care of the child. The difficulties in raising such a child were many and I was struggling with it. My whole life now centered on bringing up the child and, even though I did my best to raise her, I could not get myself to love her completely. There were blocks in my heart that prevented me from doing so.

“There were times when I felt resentful of being tied down to her needs. I would repeatedly visit the Meherazad Mandali for their company to give me strength and solace. One day Mani started talking in the Mandali Hall about Baba’s love and concern for such special children. It so happened that a newspaper article was read out to Baba in which it was said  that deformities such as Down’s Syndrome and other defects, could be detected in early stages of pregnancy and could be terminated. Baba looked very sad and concerned and said with a gesture, “So many souls need to incarnate and go through this experience for them to progress further. What will happen to them?”

“Baba then commented that anyone who brings such a child into the world will not only grow spiritually but several lifetimes of sanskaras will be wiped out for that person.

“When I heard Mani to say this story, my mind flashed back to the dream that I had during my pregnancy and how concerned Baba had looked when He offered His gift to me, and how happy He had seemed when I agreed to take care of it. It was then that I realised the significance of the dream. From that time onwards all the blocks of my hearts were cleared out and I began to love my child as Baba’s gift.” (Courtesy: Real Treasure Volume-iii page 95-by Rustom Falahati)




Robin Bhattacharya was one of the oldest friends of Amiya Kumar Hazra of Jabalpur. He came to know about Baba through Hazra. His father was devotee of Shankar Baba. Before coming to Meher Baba he had met two saints Shankar Baba and Harihar Baba of Varanasi at the age of 13. He had peculiar experience when he met Baba in person. This is described in his own words as under:

I had a job in Jabalpur Municipal Corporation, in year 1987 when the invitation came; I told my friends I have no money, and no accrued time off. But i started arranging money. The entry fee was only Rs.30; however travel cost would outweigh the registration fee. Finally, I decided to quit, using my accrued salary and termination to pay for the trip and the registration. At this point I was not yet committed to Baba, and I must have gone because I was raised to believe in saintliness, for saints.

The atmosphere of the sahwas was very congenial. I felt well taken care of. Baba used to tell us, “Take enough food, and do not worry about anything. Nothing will happen to you all.” Baba used a crutch, or would sit on a chair that would be carried from place to place, because He was still recovering from automobile accident. While I was in the queue for darshan and the queue was moving towards Baba, I suddenly had a wonderful experience, I saw Baba’s face becoming lager and still larger, until it became so large that I had to close my eyes. His face had become one and half two feet in diameter. I was now a bit frightened. I did not want to look anymore. When I opened my eyes, the face had become normal sized. In my turn, I bowed down to Baba, and this was my first darshan.

On my return, though I was not a staunch Baba lover, I remained attracted towards Baba, and was sure there was there, different from saints I had seen.

I had become the cashier of a corporation in Jabalpur. One day the cash box was stolen.  We rushed out and found the cash box, but between two thousand and three thousand rupees were gone from it. Immediately, since I was the cashier, I was suspended and a court case was lodged against me. I was terribly nervous about it, and I sent a telegram to Baba seeking His guidance. Baba replied, “”Don’t worry. Be happy. Eat well. Sleep well.”  Before the telegram came, I was unable to eat or sleep, but after the telegram came I really   felt as if much of worry had gone. I was worried and sad, but some magic was wrought by telegram that relieved and comforted me.

The case went to Revenue Board of Gwalior. I was suspended, along with some other workers of my section. My lawyer Mr. Atul, a retired judge, was pleading for me. When we went to the Revenue Court, I started feeling, “Why should I worry? Let us see what Baba does.” The case was called. My lawyer took me and said, “You keep sitting by my side. Whatever talking is to be done will be done by me. You do not speak.

After preliminary hearing, Atul told me to go back to Jabalpur, to rest, and be assured that he could successfully fight the case. He said I wouldn’t need to do it. My brother had given me Rs 500 for advocate’s fee.  I tried to give it to him, but he refused it, saying, and “Are you not my son?”

I said, “This is not given by me, but by my elder brother.”

“Okay.” He said. He took the money, put in his pocket, then took it out of his pocket and said, “Now I give this money from my side to you.”

I started going to office. The law was there that even if you are suspended you have to attend office every day. All this was in the month of August. On 3st December   the case was decided. On 1st January I got telegram from Atul ji. He wrote that this result is a New Year gift to you. The judgement copy would be sent to me after few days. As I read, I realised that the case had been decided in favour of me. I submitted the copy to the office. It all happened while I was taking Baba’s name, because Baba had written to me, “Remember My name continuously. “Don’t worry. Be happy.” All the time I was taking His name. From that time on I was with Baba.  (Courtesy: seekers of love –p-109 -111 by Amiya Kumar Hazra and Keith Gum)



In the earlier days, Meher Baba (Meherwan) continued to work strenuously in the toddy shop (He was still coming down to normal gross consciousness) and until midnight would sit beside Babajan next to her neem tree, He would then go home to rest, but rise again at 3 O’clock, go to the temple and concentrate for two hours on the photograph of Upasni Maharaj that adorned the room. At this time Meher Baba (Meherwan Seth) was only in mid-twenties, every person would trust Him implicitly, treating Him with honour and respect.

Meherwan Seth would often treat some of worst ruffians or derelicts with affection. The attention he paid to such unsavoury characters amazed His devotees. One old man was particularly fond of Meher Seth was an opium addict. He used to give messages to earn money to support his narcotic habit.  His addiction was terrible; he hardly ever spent his earning on food or clothes. He lived in the neighbourhood street on the street pavement of Kesba Peth and would visit the toddy shop often, sitting for hours talking with Meherwan Seth. At night he would sleep on the street pavement. One day this man requested Meherwan, “Do me a favour. If anything happens to me, I have kept some money aside and I will put it in Your trust. I want you to use that money for My funeral.”  Meherwan Seth promised.

After sometime the man accidently died of a drug overdose. Meherwan arranged for that man’s burial, but it turned out to be more like celebration than funeral. There was a parade with three bands, bright lanterns and flowers of all varieties garlanding his body. People came out of their homes to see what the reason was for such an unusual procession. After the man was buried, hundreds of the poorest, destitute people of the city were fed in his name, with Meherwan Seth personally supervising the meal.

Another man, who also suffered with affiliations and alcohol and narcotics addictions, also came to the toddy shop seeking Meherwan Seth’s advice, or merely for sympathy. Meherwan never told them, “Listen to Me!” or “You must obey Me!” It was naturally simple for those who came in His contact to listen seriously to His advice and obey His instructions.



In April 1903, Babajan sailed from Bombay on the SS Hyderi on her second pilgrimage to Mecca. Although every moment Babajan was absorbed in her blissful state, aboard ship she acted quite normal. She would lovingly converse with the other passengers, reciting couplets from the Persian poets Hafiz and Rumi, and expound in simple terms about the deep mysteries of the Absolute.  All were attracted to the old woman and eager to listen to her speak, including the crew, with whom she spoke in English.

One unusual incident occurred during this voyage. It started raining heavily and a massive storm arose. All were terrified. People panicked, convinced the ship was about to sink. Just then, Babajan appeared on deck, seemingly unmindful of the danger.

An unusually loud voice, she shouted to one of the passengers, Nooma Pankhawala, "Wrap a large kerchief around your neck to form a bag. Approach every passenger — including the children — and collect one paisa (penny) from each. Then have them beseech God with this prayer: 'O God! Save our ship from this storm. On reaching Medina, in the name of your beloved Prophet, we will offer food to the poor.' ”Immediately, Nooma collected one paisa from each person — including the British sailors on board — and all fervently repeated what Babajan had commanded. Gradually the squall subsided. They had escaped what appeared to be certain death.

When the ship arrived in Mecca, word of the miraculous rescue spread, and a great multitude gathered to be personally blessed by Babajan. At the Kaaba, Babajan assumed the role of an ordinary pilgrim, performing prayers five times a day at the shrine. After a few days, she journeyed north to Medina. There in the name of Muhammad, the Prophet of the All-merciful, she distributed grain to the poor.

About 1904, Babajan returned to Bombay and soon afterward proceeded to Ajmer in northern India to pay homage at the tomb of the Sufi Perfect Master, Mu'inuddin Chishti, who established Islam in India. Babajan returned to Bombay, and sometime in 1905 travelled east to Poona, where her beloved son was a growing child. With her arrival in Poona, Babajan's days of travelling came to an end. She settled in Poona permanently to fulfil her spiritual duty to unveil Merwan Sheriar Irani as the Avatar of the Age. (Lord Meher-p-9-1984)



Baban Shahane (Kaka's son and one of the original students of Meher Ashram) had Baba's darshan.

Baba stated: dedicate your life to this school by renouncing yourself; but let there not be even a thought that you are doing this or that for others. Only then will the Igradually diminish.

Appear for the Bachelor of Science examination and try to obtain the degree, but do not feel glad if you pass or disappointed if you fail. Success and failure should be equal in your eyes. Supposing you pass, do not think, "Now that I have passed, I will be able to render better service than if I had failed." This is not desirable. The I must not be there; there should not be ambition. Except [the existence of] bliss, there is nothing else anywhere in creation. (Lord Meher-p-1143-1930)



(Son of Ramchandra Bapu kale)

Baburao Kale, who was practicing a particular sadhana (spiritual practice), came that day for Baba's darshan. He told Baba about his dream wherein he found himself flying in the air and asked Baba, "Does this have any special meaning spiritually?"

Baba replied, "What meaning? Only that of a dream! We see the birds flying. What does that mean spiritually? In ancient times, some yogis were so powerful that they too could fly like birds. For a lover of God, such things are neither important nor essential."

Baba asked those sitting before him whether they had such dreams. Some hands were raised. "Then such dreams are not uncommon," Baba commented. Pointing to Pukar, he joked, "Even such a plump person can fly in a dream! What a wonder!"

Baba continued, "Whether you walk on water or fly in the air, maybe in a dream as you had, or maybe in the normal awake state as the ancient yogis did, it has no meaning spiritually or very little meaning — worth ignoring.

"Try honestly to love God, and you will realize that except love, all other things are meaningless."

"Do you meditate?" Baba asked Him. "If so, on whom?"

Baburao Kale replied, "On God."

"Where is God?"

Kale replied, "God is everywhere and in everything, in every particle of dust, and beyond it also."

Baba asked, "Is not this mere book knowledge? Is this your experience? Even a child can make such statements.

So unless you have experience, it is useless to make such statements.

"If you are really keen about the Truth, try to meditate with love on the Divine Form of your choice, or remember the name of God wholeheartedly. Then with divine grace, a fortunate one sees God face-to-face, everywhere and in everything far more clearly and intimately than you see the things in this room now with your physical eyes.


Clarice's three children, Noel, Cynthia and Colin, were lined up to be introduced to Baba with a friend named Peter, who was living with them at the time. When Cynthia was introduced, Baba asked her, "Do you love me?"

She replied, "I don't know, but I think I do," and Baba embraced her.

Baba sat in the living room and listened to musical performances by the family. Stan and the older boy, Noel, played a duet, Stan on the violin and Noel on the flute.

Baba visited various other rooms, including the kitchen. When he entered the boys' bedroom, he encountered a huge train set the boys had erected. Baba stood and watched the trains being run for some time. Everyone was watching, also, when suddenly Baba put his hand up and the trains stopped. He put it down again, and the trains restarted. From the doorway someone from Sydney remarked in a hushed tone, "A miracle!" The miracle was that Noel had his hands on the controls with his eyes firmly on Baba! Both were beaming at each other. And they performed the "miracle" again in perfect synchronization. (Lord Meher-p-4104-1956)



The Poona centre lovers would come to Guruprasad and describe all the work they were doing for Baba; boasting, we held such and such a program there-we had to face many difficulties, we worked so hard, we sang such beautiful bhajans that people were wonderstruck, our lecture created a great impression.” Baba would listen them and praise them in their efforts.

Once, when boast went too far, sending for Baidul, Baba stated, “Tomorrow, visit the Telugu locality and speak to them about Me. Take Krishna Bundellu’s father with you and do the work well.”

Baidul did as ordered. When the Poona centre workers appeared the following afternoon, Baba asked, Baidul, “Tell Me in detail what you did yesterday.”

“Yesterday’s work went off very well, Baba,” replied Baidul. “The Andhraites were impressed and all are coming for darshan.”

“Then you have done a good job, haven’t you?”

“Yes, very good work was done. I was roaming about the area all the daylong and got quite exhausted. I did lot of work.”

“What? You wild barbarian, Jangali Irani! Have you the face to do such work? What work could you possibly do? Who knows you? Don’t you realize that I alone do My work?”

“Yes you will, Baba, only You do the work.”

“Then why do you take the credit for it, saying that you did it?” Baba asked, “You were quite tired and put upon to do it, weren’t you?”

“Yes. Baba, I became very tired from the hot sun, moving about the whole day.”

But what is so great in that? If there was a will to obey Me, you would not have spoken about tiredness. You should be ashamed to say such things in My presence. Turn into dust; obey then do My work! Why do you praise yourself? You are full of ego! What work of Mine can you ever do? Only he who sincerely believes that Baba alone does His work can help Me. Have you the faith to do any work?’

Thus Baba kept beating Baidul, and Poona workers, sitting as statue, listened. Baidul was made the target to teach them a lesson, and from that day on they never boasted about their achievements. To impart morale to others, Baba would always use the mandali as targets, as they could bear the wounds He inflicted.



In year 1955, Baidul another doctor of sorts was treating people in Satara. Years ago in Iran, Baidul acted as a doctor and used to cure those afflicted by invoking Baba's name and intervention, and then administering boiled garlic oil. In Satara, he would sit under a tree away from their bungalow on watch, and 70 to 80 persons would daily come for treatment. Baidul would quickly dispense with his patients, giving the same homeopathic medicine to every person (no matter what the ailment was!) and return to Rosewood within half an hour.

Residing near Rosewood was a Christian civil surgeon, Dr. A. E. Fernandes, whose young son was much troubled by a chronic throat ailment. The surgeon had done his utmost to cure the boy, but to no effect. One day Baidul visited the family, and the doctor's wife told him about her son's affliction. Baidul immediately gave his "medicine" to the boy, and amazingly the boy recovered in a few days.

September 5th was Pendu's birthday. That evening, the Mandali were sitting in Rosewood wondering how to celebrate it. Their daily fare consisted of plain rice and dal in the afternoon, and a vegetable and chapatti in the evening. Since nothing special could be cooked without Baba's permission, food was not considered. Instead, they decided to enact a humorous play for Pendu.

Unannounced, a servant from Dr. Fernandes appeared carrying a box full of freshly made sweets. He inquired, "Where is the Doctor Saheb?" Nilu and Don were pointed out, but the man said, "No, no, the other doctor who visits the civil surgeon." Since no one knew of Baidul's secret activity, they did not know whom he meant. At that moment Baidul entered the room, and the man said, "Here is the man. I wanted this doctor. His treatment has proven beneficial to my employer's son. He has sent this for him."

The quantity of sweets was sufficient for everyone, and Pendu's birthday was joyously observed. The civil surgeon's trust in Baidul was so great that at times he would take him to the hospital in his car to examine a patient not responding to his own treatment. Soon after this incident, Baba had Baidul stop acting as a doctor. Baidul's power was not in his medicine, but in his taking Baba's name whenever he treated someone who was afflicted.



Merwan's boyhood friend Baily was stationed in Aden, a port along the Arabian Sea, but for some reason he did not maintain correspondence with Merwan. Within a year after leaving India, Baily landed in serious trouble. Baily had succumbed to all the temptations available to a young man in foreign service. He had been living luxuriously, as if he were a high-ranking and important officer (which he was not), and his salary could not keep up with his extravagant lifestyle. Baily developed a serious drinking problem, frequented brothels and found himself struggling with pressing debts.

To escape his creditors, Baily applied for a leave of one month, which was granted. However, the officer who was to take his post committed suicide and Baily's leave was cancelled. In the meantime, a junior officer filed a complaint to headquarters. Baily, in an inebriated state, insulted and behaved rudely with his commanding officer, who filed charges against Baily for drunk and disorderly conduct. At the trial, he was found guilty, court-martialed, stripped of rank, and jailed. The judge sentenced him to two years in prison but, for some reason, the general in charge had it reduced by six months. After serving his sentence in prison, Baily was dishonourably discharged from the navy and, in 1919, returned to Poona.

Baily was a disgrace to his family. Gradually, during the course of several weeks, every former friend came to know of his jail term and none wished to be associated with a convicted criminal.

No one trusted him and no one would give him a job. As noted earlier, Baily had a hot temper — he seldom could control his anger — and he would get into fights. So his relatives had no sympathy for him, and he was met with cold indifference. As the months passed, he tried to atone for his previous behaviour, but the Zoroastrian community's attitude did not change. He was completely ostracized in his hometown. He became extremely depressed. Finally, after a bitter quarrel with his parents during which they called him a disgrace, he decided to commit suicide.

That same day, Baily's brother Homi went for a drink at Merwan Seth's toddy shop. Casually Merwan Seth inquired, "Where is Baily these days? What has become of him? We used to write, but I haven't heard from him in over a year."

"Didn't you know?" Homi said. "Baily has been in Poona for a few months. He was kicked out of the navy for embezzling money."

Merwan Seth looked seriously at Homi and told him, "No, I didn't know. Go bring him to me at once! I will give you a free bottle of toddy. Bring him here immediately." Merwan Seth gave Homi money for a tonga and he raced home.

When Homi arrived at Baily's room, the door was locked. Homi called out, but there was no reply. He pounded on the door, and Baily said, "Whoever is there, go away!" His brother identified himself, but Baily repeated, "Go away ... I don't want to see anyone!"

"Your old friend, Merwan, wants to see you," Homi informed him. "Open up! Come with me and we'll have a toddy with him."

"I don't want a drink!" shouted Baily. "And I don't want to see anyone! Leave me alone!"

His brother shouted back, "Merwan feels very bad that you have not come to see him since you've been in Poona. I am telling you, Merwan wants to see you. He is still your friend, you fool! You must come; he insisted that I bring you at once. Now open this door or I will break it down!"

A few moments before, Baily had been about to drink a cup of poison. He hid the poison and reluctantly opened the door. Before Baily could protest, Homi grabbed him and dragged him outside to the waiting tonga, motioning the driver to return to Merwan Seth's toddy shop.

However, when they arrived, Merwan Seth had gone. Gustadji was attending the shop and informed them that Merwan Seth had just left on some urgent errand and had asked him to tell Baily to please wait.

Baily described what happened next: "I had not to wait long. Within fifteen minutes I saw him coming. At the time, I was pacing outside on the road and no sooner Merwan saw me, he came running and took me in his arms — embracing me warmly, kissing me all over my forehead, face and neck. Tears welled up in my eyes."

Merwan Seth embraced Baily so lovingly as if no one else was as dear to him as Baily. Baily broke down. He had never in his life experienced such love. His family and friends had turned their backs on him, but his old friend, Merwan, still cared about him. He was so overcome, he could not utter a word. Baily stood silently looking at Merwan's face.

Merwan led him into the toddy shop and gave him a drink. They sat at a quiet corner table and Baily poured out what had happened to him. Hearing it, Merwan admonished him, "Let the past be gone. Why worry about past wrongs? Every person has done something very wrong. God is there to forgive." Baily was so influenced by what Merwan said that his depression disappeared.

"Why didn't you write to me about all this?" Merwan asked.

"But I did write! I wrote many letters, but you never replied. Then I heard that you were following Spiritual Masters and thought that perhaps you had left Poona."

"Don't bother trying to explain," Merwan replied. "I know it all. I want you to come and see me every day. I promise everything will turn out all right if you do so." Baily agreed.

Merwan made Baily understand that he would never be left helpless again. Baily realized his old friend had saved his life. He stopped thinking about committing suicide and regularly began visiting Merwan at the toddy shop. Merwan again became Baily's pillar of strength and source of love.

Later it was discovered that the letters Baily wrote had been hidden away by Memo. She did this because she was afraid Merwan was thinking of going to Aden to see Baily, and she did not want him to go far away, especially to a foreign country. Memo honestly admitted her fault and Merwan forgave her.

After this incident, Baily remembered Babajan's forewarning, "You will have to wait for five years ... He tells me two years ... No, I will not allow two years! So, come after a year and a half." He then understood what she had meant. He had been sentenced to two years in prison, but the general had reduced it to a year and a half. Similarly, he remembered that Merwan had foretold that something terrible would happen if he left for Aden and had wanted his orders changed.

Gradually, Baily learned of his old friend's spiritual attainment, although he erroneously attributed it to Merwan's deep religious beliefs and daily prayers from childhood. Shortly thereafter, Baily was to discover how wrong his conceptions were.



Sohrabji, a kind and gentle person had taken in his widowed sister, Baimai, who had been bedridden for several years due to a severe leg fracture and was never expected to walk again. But when she saw the Master, a miracle occurred. Suddenly Baimai rose to meet Meher Baba and, with tears in her eyes, stood for the first time in years!

Her tears wiped away the years of suffering and, from that day on, she gradually regained her ability to walk.

At one point, while observing a painting of Zoroaster in the house, Baba declared, "This is exactly how Zoroaster looked. I am your Prophet Zoroaster!"

His sweet voice emerged from the ocean of his Godhood, and the family members felt as if divine bliss were erupting in their hearts, creating waves of love which gently embraced them. Divine light was shining in the Desai household, bathing all in its brilliance! Each person had an experience of the Master's divinity and became oblivious to the world as Meher Baba's form and features filled their vision. The Master sanctified every corner of the house; he made a point of walking through every room. (Lord Meher-p-422-1923)



Following is the narration of first meeting with Baba in words of L. D. Bajpai.

During summer of 1957, I was reading the book listen humanity. When i read Baba’s discourse on death, i was shaken up. I felt, here is man who seems to know more about death than the death itself1 Death was my favourite subject and i had been reading a lot about it. Never before had I come across such an excellent exposition on the topic. I put the book down and immediately wrote a letter to Baba, begging for His darshan. I got his reply quickly, but to my dismay, I was asked to wait until the next darshan programme. Now I had to wait till 1959 when Baba was to give darshan at Guruprasad    during summer, and I could not wait any longer. I persuaded my wife to come with me to Poona. We reached Poona and stayed in dharamshala just opposite to station.

I decided to go and find out where Guruprasad was. I entered the premises very eager, very hopeful, and, think, very pious also. Eruch saw me from the varandah. I told him my name and that my family had come from Kharsia for Baba’s darshan. Eruch told me that darshan programme was closed and i had arrived very late. This was like an earth shattering blow for me and I felt as if the earth had sunk beneath me. He also told that a telegram had been sent to me conveying this information. I had not received the telegram. I was dumbfounded. Never before had I gone to any saint except to my own master, to whom I could meet at any time without any restrictions and even with my shoes on! This reply from Eruch was most unexpected, and my ego was hurt deeply.

I entreated Eruch to somehow arrange the darshan, as I had come from a faraway place for the sole purpose of taking Baba’s darshan with no strings attached.  He again told me politely that as a Baba lover, I should obey Baba’s orders. I asked him whether i could just get a glimpse of Him while He was crossing from one room to another. That was quite an idiotic suggestion, as I recalled much later. Perhaps this annoyed Eruch, who finally and curtly told me that i was wasting my time and his too.

Crestfallen, I was returning from Guruprasad when I met brother Adi and Francis. On hearing my request for Baba’s darshan, Adi replied that with baba, obedience was the first word in spirituality. I thought, forget spirituality and forget obedience, I wanted to see a man who knows more about death than anyone else. In response to my further pleadings, Adi said that he was helpless in the matter, and it would be better to wait until the next darshan programme.  As we were walking out of the compound, Francis said something to Adi. Perhaps it was some suggestion that might be helpful to me. Adi then told me to go to C.D. Deshmukh, the renowned philosopher of Nagpur University, who was now staying in the same dharamshala where i had taken a room. He said that Dr. Deshmukh could plead before Baba on my behalf and that he was my last refuse.

I was filled with some hope, and so I hastened back to the dharamshala. By then, another fear had gripped me –What was I going to tell my wife about Baba not giving darshan? Reaching dharamshala, I asked the manager and was relieved to be told that Dr. Deshmukh was there staying too. He gave me his room number, and I ran to it, only to be told that he had gone out and nobody knew when he would return.

That was the last straw on the camel’s back. I realised that now darshan was not possible and needed to go and tell my wife about it and then face the music. However, she took the news very calmly. To console her, I suggested a change in our itinerary. We would go to Bombay the next day by early morning train and stay there for two days, and then we would proceed to Shirdi for my elder son’s mundan sanskar (First haircut). Fortunately, this pleased her, and she immediately started to pack.

I came out and stood in balcony. In my heart of hearts, I really wanted to have Baba’s darshan, but there was no way to get it now. I felt very despondent. Suddenly, I felt that this was my last chance so i rushed down the stairs. Saint Peter was showing the way to Heaven, I felt. On seeing me, Adi was delighted. He told me that he had been searching for me and that Baba had allowed me to have His darshan on tomorrow. Great God, what was I hearing? But it was true! The manna had fallen from the heavens. Overjoyed, I rushed back to my wife with happy tidings. The wine shop had opened and the Saqi-ul-Irshad had Himself invited me! I now knew that love was to strike my heart and my ego to be effaced.

Next morning, We were ready to be in time for Baba’s darshan. We purchased two garlands for Baba. On the way, I wondered how this sudden change of heart on His part had occurred. On reaching Guruprasad, we were given a very warm welcome by Sister Mani, who came out to greet us. She even took my younger son on her lap, and finally, we were ushered inside to where Baba was sitting with several persons.

Baba was on chair, while rest were on the floor. A glance at Baba and my heart almost stopped beating. So dazzling, so radiant a personality, I had never seen in my life time. Everyone else in the room disappeared for me –no wife, no children, no mandali. I wondered whether anybody could be so handsome, so majestic, and yet so near to us. To me, Baba seemed all sweetness. I felt Lord Shiva Himself was sitting before me. I sat there like a dumb and deaf person, just drinking the nectar of His presence. Saqi Himself was the wine, and I felt intoxicated. I had never felt so humble and small as I felt sitting before Him.

My reverie was broken when I heard Eruch saying something to me. He was relating what has happened after I left Guruprasad the day before. It seems Baba called Eruch and asked him about the day-today affairs. Eruch told Baba about the letters received and other things, but forgot to mention my visit. Baba, the all knowing, infinitely knowing, pointedly asked Eruch whether anybody had come for His darshan. Only then did Eruch remember me and told Baba that a family had come for darshan from Kharsia. Baba told him to find my whereabouts and ask me to come for darshan next morning. Eruch must have told Adi to pass on this message to me, as Adi knew my address. While this talk was going on, my attention was focussed on Baba- the infinite in His finite form. It was all ethereal to me- His personality, His beauty, and most of all His compassion had empowered me.

Soon I saw him beckoning me to go to him. I did not know how to approach Him. Like automation, I went to Him. He clasped me in an embrace, and I don’t know how long, but I kissed Him on His cheeks. My wife also went up to Baba and embraced Him hesitatingly, a Hindu woman do not embrace anyone but their husbands. She did not know that Baba was not a “Par Purush” (not her husband), but “Param Purush”* the Ancient One, the only Purush that pervades the universe. We then remembered the two garlands we had brought for Baba. We fumbled, as the two garlands had got intertwined and we could not separate them. Somebody asked us to put the garlands round the Baba’s neck without trying to separate them.

That was the end of our first darshan. In the late forties, I was working as sub editor on the Hindi monthly magazine Sarita. I started writing story. “Insan Ki Khoj mein” (in search of Man). Though the book never completed, yet now I felt, while returning from Guruprasad, that the search was over. I had found my Man, the complete Man- the God-Man, the Avatar. We walked out in dazed state. I remembered my first visit to the Taj-Mahal, at Agra. The first sight of it had just stunned me. Could the beauty of any monument startle you? Ah! Could a Taj in a human flesh make your heart beating? The Taj in human form was Baba- my father, my mother, my all in all.

I am told that Guruprasad, my Jerusalem, was torn down and does not exist anymore. But I do not know that Guruprasad shall always exist in the heart of every Baba lover forever and ever. (Glimpses of Guruprasad-p-116/7/8/9)



On 23rd March 1953 (a public holiday for ram's birthday) was fixed for that purpose. The darshan in Dehradun was publicized in the newspapers, but Baba forbade erection of a canopy, and decided to give darshan in the hall of the mandali's bungalow.

Several came with the intent to derive material gains, whereas others sincerely wanted Meher Baba's darshan. Opposite Baba's residence lived Bal Kisan Bakhshi, 38, and his wife, Meher Kanta, 33, who loved Baba dearly. They never once tried to come near Baba's bungalow or to send a request for darshan, and were never a hindrance.

Bal Kisan and his wife, Meher Kanta, had been waiting since morning but had had no chance to see Baba. Baba called them and asked the latter, "What do you want?"

Meher Kanta's eyelids lowered shyly and she replied, "I don't wish for anything except your love."

"I will give you my love," Baba promised.

Baba then repeated the same question to Bal Kisan, who answered, "You have everything and I am not worthy to ask for anything. You may give it to me or not give it to me as you choose, but do make me yours forever."

"I am extremely pleased with you both," Baba replied. "Both of you are mine." This couple was subsequently responsible for the creation of a center named Meher Dham in Dehra Dun, and Baba truly bestowed his gift of love on them.3298-1953

Prakashwati stopped going to any saint, and began singing kirtans about Baba at the residence of Bal Kisan Bakhshi and his wife, Meher Kanta. Every week, Prakashwati would perform kirtans in their bungalow, with this favourite line echoing: "Born of Shiva's phallus! Jai Meher Baba, Jai Merwan!"

People in the area were eager to hear about Meher Baba and public lectures were arranged at Dehra Dun, Chuharpur and Raipur. Baba sent Deshmukh and Bhau to deliver the talks. A gathering of 5,000 was present in Raipur when the microphone went dead. Deshmukh expressed his inability to deliver his speech without it, but Bhau spoke, and in Deshmukh's place Bal Kisan stood up to speak. He had a powerful, ringing voice and began: "Brothers and sisters, Jai Baba! You all know what I am going to say, so what's the use in saying it!

All right: Avatar Meher Baba ki jai!"

The audience laughed at this short "speech." Bal Kisan and his wife, Meher Kanta, had begun helping in Baba's cause, and they played a major role in his work in the area.

With Bal Kisan, Baba joked, "Had you not come, Kishan Singh would never have forgiven you." Baba then asked him about his wife, Meher Kanta.

"She is all right by your blessing," he replied.

Bal Kishan Buskin and Meher Kanta’s reply that "i don't wish for anything except your love pleased Baba. He was responsible for creation of centre Meher Dham.



About his writing, Bal Natu said with characteristic modesty and humor, "I myself even marvel at the number of works that the 'Bal pen' has written. And though the ink ran out of the original ball (point) pen that Baba gave me in 1967, the 'creative ink' that Baba inwardly gave me is still flowing." The creative ink really was still flowing in Bal right up to his last days. Even a week before his death he finalized one of his last Conversations and put the finishing touches on a number of accounts of his time with Baba at Guru Prasad, where he spent his summer months over the span of a decade.

Baba also gave Bal a pen in a dream he had in 1979. (About his dreams, Bal wrote: "Beloved Baba has been guiding me through dreams since 1944.") Bal wrote: "On 9th March 1979, at Meherazad in Room No. 3, I had a dream about Baba. In the dream, He asked me for a copy of Glimpses, and also a pen. Baba was sitting on a cot. He made me sit near Him. I handed Him Glimpses and while giving Him a pen I said, 'Baba, this is the best pen, "Paper-Mate."' Baba smiled and signed MSI before the title Glimpses. At that time I was using a blue 'Paper-Mate' pen. After the dream, I continued to use it and preserved it as Baba's gift. To me it's a sign, that He approved my writing of Glimpses."

Throughout his life with Baba, as a way of concentrating on Him, Bal used to read each and every book by and about Baba. At the same time, he prepared an annotated, chronological log of the events of Meher Baba's life and His messages given for the year with meticulous source citation. This hobby of collecting material related to Beloved Baba was the foundation for many of his later writing works. This also made Bal the amazing resource that he was, many referred to him as a Baba encyclopedia.(Lord Meher)



On 7th December 1948, Vishnu Chavan came to Meherazad with a merchant from Poona named Bal Nerlekar. Baba greeted them lovingly, and Nerlekar told Baba, "I want only one thing — God-realization."

Quite pleased, Baba replied, "Very few like you come here. I will surely make you realize God. But would you follow my instructions?"

Confident, Nerlekar replied, "Assuredly, Baba."

Baba spelled out, "Just go out for a while, think about it and then come back and tell me if you are 100 percent prepared to carry out my orders."

Nerlekar went out and, after thinking it over what Baba meant, came back. He was a Brahmin and clung to quite definite views regarding spirituality, but nevertheless said, "I am ready to fulfil your wishes."

"All right," stated Baba. "First, start eating mutton every day. Secondly, drink plenty of wine; and third, sleep with a prostitute. This is my first order."

Stunned, Nerlekar asked, "What are you saying, Baba? I have seriously come to you for Realization! Please don't joke with me."

"I am not joking!" Baba declared. "I am seriously giving you this order; obey it and see what happens. I promise you will realize God!"

Nerlekar was speechless. Baba's order was against all his dearly held orthodox beliefs. He had no idea of the advantage to be gained by following the Avatar's orders. What value do the limited concepts of morality have against his orders? One's individual thoughts and notions have no place before the Avatar's behests. Before them, thoughts of good and bad are meaningless. The Master's wish is always supreme — no matter how it appears to our minds

But the grip of illusion is unrelenting, and illusion attempts to judge the Truth according to its own mayavic standards.

Nerlekar was not prepared to obey Meher Baba's orders, and Baba gestured to the mandali, "I am offering him God on a platter! But it is not in his fate to accept it."

To Nerlekar he spelled out, "Now, since you do not wish to act as I have asked, do this instead: From here, start on foot for the Himalayas, singing the praises of God as you walk. Beg for your food and eat only what you get by begging. Do not accept money from anyone, and do not touch any woman. Contact sadhus and saints along the way. Can you do this?"

Relieved, Nerlekar happily accepted. This was something which conformed to his traditional idea of "spirituality." Baba instructed him to return after two years, and he left.  He felt pleased, and he marched forward to gain God-realization — at least so he thought. Nerlekar did as he was ordered and came back to Baba after about eight months. He felt proud, thinking he had done severe penance for the attainment of God. He dramatically recounted tales of his sacrifices. Baba expressed his happiness and instructed him to resume his business activities in Poona, and Nerlekar went home.

A few months later, Baba set out on his New Life. Nearly three years passed. When Baba returned to Meherabad he heard the regrettable news about Nerlekar. It seems he had fallen prey to everything Baba had first ordered him to do — he was now eating meat, imbibing liquor and was promiscuous with a woman of ill-repute — indulging in all of these desires with an untroubled heart.

Age learned why Baba had first ordered Nerlekar to fulfill his desires. His sanskaras were like that, and to wipe them out, Baba had given him the order. Had Nerlekar followed it willingly, Baba would have prevented him from falling so deep into the pit and would have destroyed the sanskaras by some other means. Perhaps Baba would even have directed him not to indulge in such things, if Nerlekar had only said yes.

The world would call Baba's order "immoral" and label it "unspiritual." "Could rollicking with wine, women and song ever earn God-realization?" the worldly-minded would ask.

Nerlekar's "illusion-bound self" prohibited him from enjoying these worldly pleasures according to the God-Man's wish, and ruined him by compelling him to indulge in them subsequently according to its own false wish.

Mighty is the manyness of this illusion!" thought Age. "To emancipate oneself from maya's clutches is impossible without the help of a Perfect One." (Lord Meher)



Balak Bhagwan- considered a child-god, a young Hindu of seventeen had many devotees in Raipur. Bhagwan had been urged by Abdul Majid Khan to take Meher Baba's darshan. Eventually, Abdul Majid Khan sent Bhagwan from Raipur to see Baba. The youth arrived at Meherazad just before the darshan on the morning of 12th June 1957. Taking him and the mandali Baba was driven to Meherabad. On the way, Balak Bhagwan kept pointing mystically to the sun so that, as he explained, "it may set, and we will not feel the heat." Baba enjoyed his antics — though there was no lessening in the warm weather!.

Baba went to Meherabad Hall, where He gave darshan to the Arangaon. Balak Bhagwan drove back with them, but would not allow Baba, Eruch and Bhau to attend to their work. The mischievous fellow would move about on either side of Baba's legs, as Baba sat in his chair, and spent his time playing. Baba and the mandali derived a lot of fun from his tricks. He boldly told Baba, "The day I am not garlanded, I do not feel good!"

Baba smiled at his guilelessness, but replied, "It is not good to receive worship or arti from others. It will throw you down into a stinking pit!"

The boy replied, "But I feel pleasure in being worshiped! I want people to revere me and perform my arti!" Baba laughed.

Balak Bhagwan spent the night in Meherazad, and the following morning, when Baba came to mandali hall, the youth said, "Last night while on watch, Bhau slept! I saw him sleeping from my room." Baba was amused and named him Balak Meher (Child of Meher). Baba embraced the youth, and then instructed him to return to Raipur.

In Central India (Madhya Pradesh), people took the boy Balak Meher to be the Avatar, and I instructed him that he should not allow anyone to kiss his feet and worship him because without authority it is binding. When I ordered Mangalanand to observe 40 days' silence and fast, Balak Meher followed him as he was leaving the camp and said: "Heed Baba's orders and follow them! Whatever Baba has to give you, he will give, and whatever I have to give you, I will give." Saying this to him, he returned at once and took his seat on the dais. Somehow I came to know of it and he confessed his mistake. I cautioned him not to do this in the future and treated him lovingly.

Baba had written to Abdul Majid Khan in Raipur to bring the young man Balak Bhagwan to Meherabad for the sahavas program. Balak Bhagwan had met Baba six months previously at Meherazad, and had his own following in Raipur. On the 14th, Baba called Balak Bhagwan to Meherazad, where he gave him certain instructions, such as not to pose as an advanced soul, not to touch any woman and not to perform any "miracle." Baba warned him, "If you go against my orders, I will crush you." Pukar was appointed to look after him to make sure the boy didn't cause any trouble.

Noticing Saib Asmi, a poet from Lahore, Baba asked him to stand for a moment. He then made Balak Bhagwan sit beside him on the dais. Observing that those attending the sahavas had tied yellow entrance badges around their left arms, Baba questioned, "Why did you do this?

Before darshan began, Baba directed, "Let the women come first, each in turn, and put the garlands around my right arm. When they have finished, Balak Bhagwan should come forward first for darshan and garlanding, and then the men proceed." Baba allowed the men fifteen minutes of recess while the women took his darshan.

Baba noticed D. S. Chowbey of Calcutta bowing down to Balak Bhagwan at the other end of the pandal. He stopped the darshan and called Pukar, who was supposed to be looking after Balak Bhagwan. Baba again warned Balak Bhagwan not to allow anyone to lay his head at his feet. Chowbey apologized, and Baba asked him if he had ever met him before. Chowbey said he had met Baba in America.

Baba chided Balak Bhagwan for dozing during the worker’s meeting and urged him to stay awake. Balak Bhagwan replied, "Baba's mercy is there."

The singing for some time and beat time to the music by tapping the head of Balak Bhagwan, who was seated on Baba's left. After one song, Baba appeared deep in thought, and then began this discourse:

The affairs of the universe will continue without my paying any special attention to them, and without there being any burden on the Creator. The subject of discourses and explanations is a headache to me. One's breathing is natural and one has not to pay any attention to it, but after some exertion, the mind becomes conscious of it. In the same way, the affairs of the universe go on without my paying any special attention to them.


Eruch related the experience of Balak Bhagwan, the seventeen-year-old boy from Madhya Pradesh, who was filled with Baba's light and presence, and saw Baba everywhere and in everything. He imagined himself to be on the fifth plane and was giving darshan and prasad to people. Baba had Eruch write a very firm reply, putting an end to such false interpretations to the experiences.

Baba likened the experiences to a tamasha (roadside magic show) which dazzles for a while and distracts the pilgrim's progress, proving more of a hindrance than a help.

During east west gathering in 1962, on 1st November 1962, Balak (Meher)-Bhagwan with other prominent Baba lovers were seated on dais.



In Dehradun, Baba had trouble in His eyes His eyes discharged a sticky substance and became painfully swollen, and at the same time, he had the continual sensation of something gritty in his eyes. Goher applied penicillin or silver nitrate ointment, but Baba got an allergic reaction to this which made it worse. Goher did her best to treat him, but Baba received little relief. An ophthalmologist from Dehra Dun, named Baldev Singh Rathke, was called. Dr. Rathke treated the condition adequately, and Baba soon felt better. However, the relief was only temporary. (Lord Meher-p-2923-1950)



In Feb. 1954, Baba proceeded to Venkata Ratnam Naidu’s residence. When the car pulled up near the doorway, a girl came out bearing the ubiquitous garland. Baba smiling, indicated to her, “Already I have a ton of garlands round my neck.”

Proceeding, Baba entered a lane inhabited by poor hut dwellers. It was 6:45 P.M. and growing dark. Approaching one hut with a cot outside, Baba sat down on the ground. It belonged to a mason, and a single kerosene light burned inside. Taken aback, the mason, named Bantumalli Lakshmadu, came out and sat near Baba. Baba was absolutely quiet, his fingers moving rapidly. After remaining there for five minutes absorbed in his work, he walked back to Naidu’s.

The mandali found out later that the old man belonged to the lowest caste of the Untouchables (Harijans). Since the caste system was strictly enforced in Andhra at the time, the old man had not gone to the public darshan program, because there were higher caste people in attendance. Before Baba had arrived at his hut, he had been thinking sadly: “How unfortunate I am. God has come, and he is giving darshan. Most of the people are there, but I cannot even have a glimpse of him. Oh God, if I could but see him!”

God not only heard this poor Untouchable’s prayer, but answered it. God came to his very own house. It was a very touching scene. The man was so elated that when Baba requested him to sit by him, he could not utter a single word. He was dumbfounded. There were no words to express his gratitude for his good fortune in having Baba’s visit. So, in this way, the one who thought himself the most unfortunate received the most. (Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 12, p. 4304).



On 11th August 1922, Bapu Brahmin arrived from Poona. In the course of the conversation, Bapu said something which so displeased the Master that he suddenly grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off his feet. Bapu was a stout man of 200 pounds and resisted Baba. But Baba kept a hold of Bapu and shoved him down the stairs, as if he were a weakling. Adi, Ghani and Ramjoo leapt up and followed Baba down the stairs, thinking he might decide to stay there. But, he suddenly turned around and found Ramjoo obstructing his way. Instantly, he became annoyed and slapped Ramjoo so soundly that he was utterly dazed. Shortly thereafter, Baba was his genial self again. He began speaking cordially, patting the men on the back as he talked, while Ramjoo recovered from the blow. (Lord Meher-p-316-1922)



Bapu Narayan was from Arangaon, initially worked for Mandali. In 1955, Eruch had to fast of forty days in Meherabad therefore Bapu was asked to serve Eruch and mandali for that period. After six months, Padri Kaka told Bapu that he would be called any time in future when his services were needed. After two months Padri received a note from Meherazad that Bapu was needed to work there. Padri Kaka wanted only Bapu for Meherazad, So Bapu refused and said he would take Mahadev Kamble along with him so Padri Kaka had to agree and both went to Ahmednagar next day and met Adi Kaka. In the city Adi brought them new clothes. On the third day they were taken to Pimpalgaon. Beloved Baba called them in Hall for darshan. Eruch briefed them about the work in detail like sweeping clothes etc. Beloved Baba wanted them to work for three months. Bapu’s duty was to bring milk in the morning. He worked with love till the month of March and after that he started accompanying Baba everywhere to perform the daily chores.

Once, Bapu along with Mahadev Kamble, coaxed by fellow worker went to visit Khandoba temple near Meherazad without permission of Baba. In the night Baba asked Pendu to look into his room and Baba was informed that both were missing. They returned in the morning and started the routine work for Mandali. They were called in the mandali Hall. Baba asked them to pack up and go home. Baba further asked them whether they took Khandoba’s darshan to which they replied in negative. In presence of sister Mani Baba emphasised that great Khandoba was present in front of them not in the temple. Baba made both of them to rub their nose on the floor in front of Him as punishment after that He forgave them and gave them prasad. In the end he warned them not to go anywhere without His permission.

Once, Aloba was in charge of making tea in Meherazad. One day when he was making tea, a lizard accidently fell into the boiling water of tea. On that particular day everybody was to have one full mug of tea instead of usual of half mug. While cleaning the empty vessel of tea Bapu noticed the skeleton of lizard. He immediately reported it to Dr. Goher and she told him not to mention about the lizard to anyone. Dr. Goher then went and narrated the entire incident to Baba. He forbade her to tell anyone. Bapu was also advised by Dr. Goher that he should not mention any thing otherwise people will vomit and fall sick. As the time went by everybody was fine by Beloved’s grace.

In another incident Baba sitting in Mandali hall called all workers and in a happy mood asked their wish one by one. First wished for money to build house, Second agricultural land, third for well for water and fourth for a bull. When the turn came Bapu and Mahadev they did not know what to ask for and kept silent. Baba said that since they did not ask for anything He will give them Mukti (Liberation). Both innocent did not know the meaning of the word Mukti and for a moment thought that Baba was talking about their marriage to a girl named Mukti. Pukar told them they were most fortunate as Beloved Baba has given them something very precious as to obtain Mukti people have to wait for numerous births. (Courtesy: Memorable Moments 41-44 by Faroukh Bastani)



Bai Faizabadi, popularly called Begum Akhtar (October 07, 1914 – October 30, 1974) was a famous Indian singer of Ghazal, Dadra and Thumri. She received the Sangeet Natak Academy Award for vocal music and was awarded Padam Shri and Padam Bhushan (Posthumously) by Government of India. She was given the title of Mallika-e-Ghazal (Queen of Ghazals).

Back in 1937-38, Adi had invited Begum Akhtar to sing before Baba, and expressed his willingness to pay her round trip travelling expenses from Lucknow Akhtar to Ahmednagar, and make all arrangements for her journey. But she demanded an exorbitant fee, and at the time, Baba informed Adi: "Don't call her now; one day she herself will come." Later she came to Baba and received His grace as destined by Meher Baba)

On 13th January 1963, very few workers and devotees from Ahmednagar had been called for Mehera's birthday. In the morning that day, Begum Akhtar, 49, the celebrated singer from Uttar Pradesh, was brought to Meherazad by Adi and Meherjee, along with Golwalkar, the music director of the Poona All India Radio station. Baba had several of Akhtar's records and she was one of his favourite artists.

In response to a message from Golwalkar, Akhtar was to have sung before Baba in Guruprasad the previous summer, but she had been unable to do so because of a serious illness. Meeting Baba now, Begum Akhtar wept copiously. It seemed as if she had been in Baba's inner contact for years. She told him, "From the day I heard of your call, I have been craving your darshan, and I sing a special ghazal before your photograph every day."

She beseeched Baba to allow her to sing it before him, to which Baba replied, "I am in seclusion now and not in the mood to listen to ghazals."

Begum Akhtar pleaded, and Baba replied, "I will give my permission only on the condition that you agree to come to Poona and give a performance of four to five hours at Guruprasad on any day in April or May. If you agree, I will hear one ghazal now."

She was delighted and lovingly accepted the condition. The "Queen of Ghazals", as she was known, (who used to charge Rs.1, 000 per day) herself came to Baba begging with a prayer to allow her to sing for him.

Seated before Baba and the mandali, Begum Akhtar sang her daily "prayer" to Baba. Its first line was: "Ai Mohabat, tere anjam pe rona aaya." ("O Love, my tears are the result of surrendering to you!") Tears of love and joy coursed down her cheeks as she sang. Baba gave her one of his own handkerchiefs with which to wipe her tears. He was so pleased with her singing that she sang three more songs.

Baba remarked to her, "I am the Fakir of fakirs and the Emperor of emperors!"

Begum Akhtar replied, "Beyshak (without a doubt), beyshak!"

When Baba mentioned what fee she would accept for the program at Guruprasad, she said, "I want nothing except your love."

Baba was pleased by her answer.

The tabla player, Kamat, also accompanied Begum Akhtar, as did her daughter. They had brought two large garlands, one each for the daughter and Akhtar to place around Baba's neck. But Begum Akhtar was so overcome she put both garlands around Baba! Baba assured her, "You have no idea how happy you have made Me with your singing."

She exclaimed, "I am so happy and fortunate to have done so."

While leaving she held on to Baba's feet, and with her head on his knee wept quietly for a long time. Patting her bowed head, Baba gestured, "You are most blessed."

On 3rd May 1963, Begum Akhtar came to Guruprasad and saw Baba in morning along with others from Bombay and Poona.

In 1963 darshan, two large groups from Hamirpur came to Guruprasad, one by train and one in a private bus. When they came to Guruprasad, Baba embraced each of them. Lata Limaye sang a few ghazals, and she sang so well that even Begum Akhtar, who was sitting next to her, applauded and patted her on the back. Baba asked Lata, "Would you be willing to stay with Begum Akhtar for six months and learn ghazals?" To such a privilege she eagerly agreed.

In the afternoon, Begum Akhtar sang for nearly three hours. She was accompanied by Golwalkar on the sarangi and Muhammad Ahmed on the tabla. All were formidable musicians, and it was a special event to hear them. Before they started, while they were tuning their instruments, Baba remarked, "The original naad (celestial music or sound) does not need such tuning of tal (rhythm) or soor (tune). It is continuous. Saints and Sadgurus hear that. All worldly music is only the seventh shadow of that original naad. Once you hear that you forget all."

In afternoon, Begum Akhtar began her second qawaali performance. Baba gave her a ring with his picture, and a pink scarf, which she wore throughout the afternoon. While singing the last two ghazals, tears flowed down her cheeks, but her voice did not break. As he had done in Meherazad, Baba once again handed her His handkerchief to wipe her tears during one song. The song that Baba loved best she saved for last. Its first line was: "I am the smoke from a snuffed-out candle, going toward my Goal!"

Baba also enjoyed the excellent performance given by the tabla player Muhammad Ahmed and by the musician Golwalkar. Many of those present were so moved, they wept silently while Akhtar sang her last two ghazals.

Begum Akhtar was scheduled to perform in Poona in October 1963. Since she was so nearby, she wrote Baba, pleading with Him to allow her to come to Meherazad to sing before him. Despite His seclusion, Baba agreed. Akhtar arrived with Meherjee in his car on 15th October, 1963, along with her tabla player, Muhammad Ahmed, and a sarangi player. She presented Baba with a huge garland before singing three ghazals, and Baba appeared most happy. He gave her and Ahmed shawls He had used, and the other musician was given one of his handkerchiefs. In her love, Akhtar beseeched Baba to allow her to stay at Meherazad for a month, so that she could sing before Him every day. (Baba was pleased with her request, but it never transpired.) Akhtar was establishing a new music school in Lucknow, for which she sought Baba's blessings, and she departed with a large photograph of Him to be hung in the institute.

Inaugural ceremony of Meher Dham at Naurenga took place on 25th November 1963, by Sarosh and Villo Irani, Begum Akhtar had also cancelled a previous engagement to attend the mela at Hamirpur and she sang there. While going to Hamirpur, they had had beautiful weather and things went smoothly. But while returning, everything that could possibly go wrong on a car journey did. They suffered bad weather, engine trouble, flat tires, and poor accommodations. Viloo told Baba about this and then joked, "You took us in great comfort because you wanted us to go for your work, but on the return journey, you did not bother about us, because your work had been accomplished." Although Viloo had known Baba for many years, up to this time, she did not really believe in Baba's divinity; but after her many heartrending experiences in Hamirpur; she was fully convinced of his Godhood. (Lord Meher-p-5052-1963)

At Meherazad on the 25th, February, 1965, Begum Akhtar arrived in the morning.  She had come to Ahmednagar to give a public concert arranged by the Ahmednagar Center for Baba's birthday, and she wished to sing a few ghazals for Baba as her personal offering of love. Even though she was tired after the long journey and her hectic schedule of engagements, she sang superbly. A poet from Ahmednagar, Afsar Seemani, composed a ghazal in Baba's praise, which Begum Akhtar read. She then spontaneously began singing it.

Afterward, Baba remarked to her, "Your songs were My best birthday present. Your voice is matchless."

Begum Akhtar replied, "It is all your grace, Baba; there is nothing else."

Baba showed concern for how tired she looked and stated, "Take rest this afternoon."

With tear-filled eyes, she said, "My rest is only at your feet."

That night, Begum Akhtar sang before a crowd of 7,000 at Gandhi Maidan in Ahmednagar, and Pukar spoke about Baba's life and message.

Baba's lovers in West Bengal had organized a special program on 8 December 1968 to felicitate Begum Akhtar, who was visiting Calcutta. Baba sent them this message:

The God-Man is here among men to give them love of God and to awaken them to the reality that God alone is real and all else is a dream.



During Ichhaura stay of Baba and mandali in 1954, arrangement for lunch and dinner was made by Hamirpur baba lovers. For 4th February  a man who was supposed to make arrangement , told Prabhu Dayal that he can only make the arrangement of ration for Baba only and not for the mandali. Therefore adverse situation Prabhu Dayal made responsible one Baba lover named Bhagwan Das Rajput to provide ration for Baba and mandali which he accepted by heart. But the person who has refused to feed Mandali, cleverly carrying ration for food reached to Baba’s tent not passing in front of Ram Mandir but through any other route.

All knowing Meher Baba refused to accept ration from that man, and in this way he returned back to his house with Ration. But according to alternative arrangement made by Prabhu Dayal, Bhagwan Das Rajput reached little late to Meher Baba carrying Ration, Baba accepted it. When that man came to know that Meher Baba has accepted the ration of Bhagwan Das, he felt ashamed and with heavy heart went to Prabhu Dayal begged for pardon and accepting his fault. He missed the opportunity feeding Meher Baba but got chance of proving breakfast to mandali men (Lord Meher).



On 3rd February 1954, Beloved Baba had decided to carry his divine work in Ichhaura. On this day, in the afternoon Baba coming out of his tent went into jungle in north direction without letting anyone to know about it and completed his divine work which cannot be understood by our limited mind. During this period when baba was wandering in Jungle, the two Shepherds named Bhairav Prasad Yadav saw Baba while coming back from the jungle. To the extent Baba wandered in the jungle is not known. The moment two shepherds saw glowing and divine face of Meher Baba They got frightened and ran away from the scene. They informed Prabhu Dayal. When Eruch came to know of it he ran toward the jungle to find that Baba was seen coming back to jungle. Baba came near tent and sat on the cot placed on raised plate form. (English translation of -29 of History of Ichhaura by P. C Nigam)



On 21th November 1927, B. F. Bharucha, who had heard about Meher Baba some months before, showed up in the afternoon to meet the "Great Master." The conversation opened with Bharucha asking abrupt and direct questions and receiving similar replies:

"Is there going to be a great war in the near future?"

"Yes," Baba dictated, "a war much greater than the last, with terrible bloodshed."

"Why would you allow the war to commence and go on?" Bharucha asked.

"For pleasure."

"Why should you allow such an outright massacre of mankind?"

"It is my will, wish — craze!"

"Why are you so quiet? Why not speak?"

"My choice."

Baba's curt replies upset the man and he rose to leave disappointed in the so-called Great Master. Baba pacified him and asked if he had time to listen to what he would explain. Bharucha agreed, saying he would leave by a later train, so Baba spent almost two hours with him privately and explained many things, which in the end appeased him. (Lord Meher-p-854-1927)



(Brother of Hoshang P. Bharucha)

Baba agreed for darshan program at Khushru Quarters before He left for Guruprasad. The darshan was scheduled to take place on 6 March 1960 and a shamiana was erected in the compound. The Navsari group came for this, and Baba called them to Meherazad the day before. Many newcomers were in the group. Hoshang Bharucha's brother Marzban was among them and Baba asked him, "What do you think I am?"

Marzban, who was not a Baba lover, replied bluntly, "A crook!"

Baba smiled and replied, "I am God, a crook and everything (in between). I am glad you have given me your frank opinion.

"Do you love Me?" Baba then asked.

"I do not know what love is," Marzban replied. But soon after this, he began to weep and did not want to leave Baba's side. Baba called him and embraced him several times. Marzban was a changed man from that day on and became an ardent lover.(Lord Meher-p-4639-1960)



In December 1967, a large public darshan was held in the evening at the Jessawalas' bungalow. Eruch had previously been connected with the Ramakrishna Ashram in Nagpur. The swami of the ashram was Bhaskareshwar Ananda and he attended the darshan.

Swami Bhaskareshwar Ananda had come full of questions, but, being in Meher Baba's presence, he completely forgot what he had wanted to ask. He quietly sat by Baba, and tears began flowing from his eyes. He internally received the answers to his questions and his heart became full with divine love. Before leaving he remarked, "I have had Ramakrishna's darshan today!" (Lord Meher)



Hathidaru operated the movie projector in Sarosh Cinema, and had been in Meher Baba's contact since 1925. His wife, Silla Kaku, had likewise been in the Master's orbit since her childhood, and their home was always filled with talk about Baba.

The assistant projectionist was a Christian named Bhasker Rao Pawar. Rustom Kaka would speak to him about Baba, but the man had no faith in such personalities. Rustom Kaka told him, "If you would only go and see Meher Baba once, you would know what I am saying is true."

"What will I find?" Pawar asked.

"I never bow my head at any man's feet," replied Rustom Kaka, "and I do not know why, but I never hesitate to bow at Meher Baba's feet."

Pawar was unconvinced. "This is against my religion. I never bow to anyone no matter who it is! Meher Baba is committing the gravest sin by allowing people to bow down to him. God will surely punish him!"

One morning Baba brought the women to the cinema. According to his standing order, no one was to be present at the time. Pawar was in the projection booth but came out for some purpose. Baba was speaking with Sarosh near the gate.

The instant Pawar saw Baba, he fell at his feet! Baba helped him up and dictated, "These days I permit no one to touch my feet. You have done it out of love, but it has disturbed my work. Now I will touch your feet and you will have to share with

Baba put his head on Pawar's feet and Pawar felt deeply moved.

Later in the day, Rustom Kaka asked him, "Why did you touch Meher Baba's feet? You said it was against your religion."

"Don't ask me why; I don't know. No one can control the heart's outburst!" Pawar confessed.  (Lord Meher-p-2632-1948)



In beginning of October 1957, Baba went to Bombay for treatment of His injured hip. The women mandali stayed with Him in Ashiyana and the men mandali, who accompanied Him, stayed in other accommodations a mile and half away.

Before leaving Meherabad Baba told me “We are going to Bombay, and you know at Arnavaz’s house the best type of food will be available. So eat well and improve your health.” Although I was only eating once a day in the afternoon due to my duties, I nodded in agreement. Baba repeated: “Very good food will be served. Eat heartily.”

We arrived in Bombay in the evening, and that night Baba again brought up the same subject. “The food here will be excellent, “He gestured, So don’t eat outside.” (We had no money with us so I wondered how we could be able to eat elsewhere.) Baba continued, “Take only a cup of tea in the morning, and then come to Ashiyana for lunch. Otherwise how you will able to eat what is served here? Despite whatever I tell you, you must eat to your fullest.

The next day when we were all seated for lunch, Baba sat very next to me and said, “You are eating so much?” I thought Baba was joking and smiled. He said, “Your plate is overflowing, Are you a giant? If you eat like this, what will be left for others? Addressing others Baba commented, “Look how much Bhau is eating! Does he have any shame? What kind of manners does he have?” And Baba went on belittling me until lunch was over.

Everyday Baba would sit with us at lunch and made comments about how much I was eating. I felt so badly about it that I began taking only one slice of bread and a glass of water. But Baba would say, “This man has no manners. Just see how he sits there chewing bread and sipping water! Who brought him up?”

Twenty days passed like this and Baba did not let up on me for a single day. Late at night when I returned to where I was staying, I would see labourers sleeping soundly on the pavement. I would think, “Their life is better than mine. They sleep well at night. In the morning they enjoy a hearty breakfast, while I have only one cup of tea. Just see my life!”

The next day, after Baba’s running dialogue at lunch-time about my large appetite, I got so upset that I left the table. Baba got up and brought a papaya to me.

“Eat it.” He gestured.

“I don’t want it.” I replied

“Why not?” He asked

“Baba,” I implored, “Just give eight annas a day and I will make my own arrangement outside for food.”

“Eight annas? What will you eat for eight annas?” He asked

“Never mind what I will eat.” I said. “But I will be very happy if you’ll just give me that much. I don’t want this food. I will eat outside. For the past three weeks I have been living on one piece of bread, and still you don’t let go of me and keep saying that I eat like a giant!”

Baba then gestured, “What instructions I had given to you at Meherabad-do you remember?”

“I don’t remember.” I said, still upset.

“Did I not ask you to eat well?” He replied. “Repeatedly I told you to eat well. And the very first day here I said, whatever I may say, you should have your fill. Isn’t that so? But you have disobeyed Me. You broke My order. And every day when you were breaking My order by not eating, you were breaking My heart. How hurt, I felt when you would not eat well.”

I realized that Baba was right, so I started eating regularly. However story doesn’t end here.

Six month later when we were staying at Ganeshkhind Gardens in Poona, some devotees from Bombay and Poona were called. At lunch all sat down to eat and Baba took chair opposite to me. “You are eating so much? How is it that you eat like a giant?” I just looked at him and continued my lunch.

Baba commented to the others, “See how shameless this fellow is! He is one of My mandali and I am telling him he takes too much, yet he goes on stuffing his mouth.” All glanced at me, but I went on eating. Baba said, “Just see. Just see this man. Does he have any shame?”  And on it went, “Will you all ever behave like this?” Baba asked the others, and they all shook their heads solemnly and said no.

Baba left after the meal was over, and the guests asked me, “Don’t you have any care for Baba’s wish?” “I was very hungry.” I answered.

“But it was Baba’s wish that you shouldn’t eat.” They argued. “Would it have killed you to miss one meal? When you cannot do such a small thing, how can you serve Baba properly?”

Laughing, I replied, “I serve only to my stomach and despite how it appears, it is not against Baba’s wish.”

In the evening when I went to Baba, He embraced me with so much love and gestured, “Today   you made Me very happy. I am very pleased with you. You obeyed Me hundred  percent in spite of being humiliated



Baba maintained his strict seclusion amidst the mandali's activities in preparation for his forthcoming trip to the West. Baba saw no one except the mandali and allowed no one from the outside to come to see him.

Each evening for several days, when Bhau would return from the post office with the mail, Baba would send for a banana from Goher and give it to him to eat. Bhau felt self-conscious about being the only one given this prasad and one day protested, "Baba, you give me a banana every day, why not give it to the others also? From tomorrow, don't give it to me unless you give it to all."

Baba replied, "How unfortunate you are! Do you take this to be only a banana? You have consideration for the mandali but none for me! What an insult! You bloody fool, remember were I to make you eat to your heart's content and starve the others — you should have no thought

It is not your concern.

"Have you come to me to keep my pleasure, or to see that others are pleased? I may decide to make one man ascend to the throne and another to roll in the dust. If both are my slaves they should accept my will and be happy in it.

"I am not giving you a banana; I am giving you my prasad, and you refuse it! When you care so much for others and have so little regard for my prasad, what is the use in your staying with me? You have no idea with what intention I was giving you this prasad. Now you have lost it!"

And Bhau realized his mistake.




In 1965, because of the impending sahavas, the mandali's work was increasing. Moreover, due to Baba's constant scoldings, Bhau felt terribly harassed. At night, he was to be on duty by Baba, but even during the daytime he had to be present most of the time in Baba's room. As a result, Bhau had no time in which to do either correspondence or the writing of speeches. Baba was sending Sarosh, Viloo and Chhagan to Uttar Pradesh and other places, to participate in important public functions, and one of Bhau's assignments was to write their various speeches in Hindi.

One day Baba gave Bhau some urgent work to do, but, because he was with Baba in His room the entire day, there was simply no time to finish it. When Baba asked if Bhau had done the work, he replied, "No, I did not have time."

Baba scolded him and later that night, as he was pressing Baba's legs, Bhau was so distressed he thought: "It would be better if I die. I cannot leave Baba because I know I could never be happy without him, but I cannot serve him, either. I don't do anything right, and he gets annoyed with me. It is best I die!"

While Bhau was thinking these thoughts, suddenly Baba sat up and gestured to him, "Show Me how you will walk when you are 70."

Bhau blurted out, "But I don't want to live to be 70! I want to die!"

"But just show Me how you will walk."

So Bhau had to walk back and forth across the bedroom hunched over like an old man.

Baba made him go from one corner to another about four times. After the third time, Bhau began laughing and his depression lifted. Baba remarked, "You still have lots of work to do. You have no idea about it now.”



In year 1955, two Nepalese boy-servants named Khushal and Kirpal had been brought to Satara from Dehra Dun for work. One morning when they failed to get up on time, Aloba treated them roughly. He had been overseeing the kitchen work for several months, and the boys were working under his direction. The incident was mentioned to Baba, who ordered him not to treat the boys so harshly.

A short time later, when Baba was on his way to Grafton with Aloba and Bhau, he asked Bhau, "What are you thinking?"

Bhau replied, "I was thinking about the way Aloba treats the boys."

scolded him, "You'd better leave for some other ashram! India is full of ashrams, and if you go to live in one of them, you will be able to lead a virtuous life."

Bhau was greatly taken aback, and Baba explained at length:

With me, no one can live what the world considers a moral life. Here, we are concerned with spirituality, not morals. A spiritual life is not ruled nor bound by any principles. The sanskaras of each one are different, and so the behavior and temperament of everyone are different.

In a virtuous life, evil is suppressed and good surfaces; but the evil is still there. The bad sanskaras remain and have to be worked out, if not in this life then in the next or the one after. In the spiritual life, both good and bad sanskaras express themselves, and both get nullified. A spiritual life leads one toward naturalness, whereas a virtuous life, in the guise of humility, inflates the ego and perpetuates it!

Spiritual life, though, is only led under the guidance and orders of the Avatar or Perfect Master, who knows the pulse of everyone and treats everyone according to his particular "malady."

You don't like Aloba's behaviour, but his behaviour was quite natural and necessary for him. How can you understand that? People of the world act according to moral standards and socially acceptable behaviour, but the Avatar or Perfect Master deals with everyone according to his or her sanskaras. Thus spiritual life is totally different and cannot be judged on the basis of morality, ethics or any principle.

Smiling, Baba asked Bhau, "Now, tell me which ashram you intend to go to?"

"None," Bhau replied.

The fact was that Bhau was sympathetic towards the boys because he himself was under the thumb of Aloba's rough treatment. Baba had ordered him to do as Aloba instructed, and Bhau had to do much of the hard work, such as cleaning the lanterns and bicycles, sweeping, weeding the garden, draining dirty house water — besides attending to Hindi correspondence, escorting Baba back and forth to his bungalow, and writing work, et cetera. Aloba would always find some extra work for him and tell him to do it. That, too, with much harshness, demanding it be done immediately! But for Bhau, it was all a great lesson in forbearance, and Baba himself was creating such situations. He would create strife between the mandali members so that none would be partial to another.

Life with Meher Baba was like walking on the edge of a sword — walking on it even though crippled in one leg! Such a life cannot be imagined. Daily, one had to bear lightning-like blows; yet, strangely, one would be in such a condition that, although pained by the wounds, one would not like to be left "unharmed" without them! On the one hand, the mind would reel under the attack, but on the other, the heart would desire more punishment! Thus, because of the continuous shower of "blows to the ego," the mind was becoming powerless and the heart strong. Such was the spiritual life with the God-Man. (Lord Meher-p-3670-1955)



At Guruprasad, everyday in the afternoon selected Baba lovers in the rotation were asked to bring a sherbet concentrate, which Dr. Goher would dilute with water and ice. Baba would then serve it to the Baba lovers. Many times several rounds of this sherbet was given by baba, much to the joy of His lovers

One day it was the turn of Bhikhoo Panarkar, the baba photographer to bring concentrate. He brought two bottles of it in the pockets of his jodhpuri coat and took them out simultaneously and placed them before Baba. The way he did, it seemed as if he was putting liquor bottles on the table. Baba jokingly remarked, “Is this good stuff or black market spurious stuff? Shinde, standing nearby, added, “Oh, he has black market stuff! Baba, pretending He did not know, asked Bhikhoo, “Oh, you drink, is it?” Bhikhoo replies, “Baba, in our community drinks are a part of every occasion-births, deaths, marriages, etc.

Then Baba asked everyone sitting there whether they drink alcohol or not. All replied that though Maharashtra was a dry state at that time, people would had stocked liquor and dank on the quiet. Baba said, “I don’t like liquor, and this being a dry state, my lovers breaking government rules is not correct. If you are in habit of drinking, go to wet area and drink (Courtesy: Glimpses of Guruprasad p-203)




Narrated by Bal Natu

One day in the early ‘70s I was travelling back from my farm to my home town of Kurduwadi, and was changing trains at the Pandharpur train station. I had slipped my money through the small ticket window and was waiting to receive my ticket when I heard a voice exclaim, “Bal Natu, is that you?” I was startled, as you usually do not expect to have the booking clerk at a train station recognize you or call out your name. I peered through the opening.

“Bal Natu,” the voice repeated with excitement, “come in, come in, I want to talk to you.” It turned out that the booking clerk was someone I had known years before, Babu Bhosle. I knew he had seen Baba once or twice at Guru Prasad, Pune in the 1960s. As we had not been especially close, I was more concerned with getting my ticket than engaging in conversation. “I’m sorry,” I replied, “but I don’t have time now, I have to catch my train.” “Don’t worry,” he assured me. “I won’t let the train leave without you, come inside.”

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked. “I want to tell you about a dream of Meher Baba I had.” As soon as he said Meher Baba’s name, I was drawn to hear it. Bhosle said, “Go around to the back, and I’ll let you in. Don’t worry, I will not only give you a ticket, but I will personally escort you to the train and see that you are seated. I won’t let you miss the train.” So I walked around to the back. Normally only authorized personnel are allowed in the ticket office. Not only are train tickets kept there, but there is usually quite a lot of money lying around. Nonetheless, my former friend unbolted the door and ushered me into the office, then closed and locked the door behind me.

While continuing to issue the tickets, Bhosle told me his story: “I was in some trouble a while back. A group of railroad employees were charged with embezzling and all were suspended. I was one of those suspended, though I was not a party to the crime. I didn’t know what to do. Things looked very bad for me. The night before I was to meet with my lawyer, I had a dream. Meher Baba appeared to me and He said, ‘Don’t worry.’” “Oh, yes, He often says that to His dear ones,” I told him. “But wait, there is something more to this dream. Baba then said, ‘The one who is accused cannot be a witness in the same case.’ With this, the dream ended. As you know, my English is not that good. I didn’t know what the word ‘accused’ meant. But when I woke up, I remembered that sentence very clearly and I got out a dictionary and looked up the word ‘accused.’ That morning I had been called to see my lawyer. He had meant to spend the time rehearsing my testimony but I said I had no intention of being a witness. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked me.

“I repeated what Baba had conveyed to me in the dream, ‘The accused cannot be a witness in the same case.’ My lawyer was amazed. He was the lawyer, but he had forgotten this clause. He looked it up and it was right. I could not be made to testify in a case in which I was one of the accused. The railway authorities needed my testimony and when they found out that I had no intention of giving it, they had no choice but to drop all charges against me. I was reinstated so that I could give the testimony they were seeking. Thus Baba saved my job. The railway authorities transferred me and that is why I am here.” By the time Bhosle had finished telling me the story, the train whistled and he escorted me to my seat.

I was struck by this dream. The fact that Bhosle did not even know what the word “accused” meant only further increased my conviction that Baba had indeed come to his rescue. Hearing it helped me to better understand Baba’s compassion, offered with this timely help. Baba helps even those who have only casually come into His contact. And in spite of our not remembering Him, He never fails to remember us and help us in our times of need. Countless are the ways Baba helps His dear ones. He visits them even in the dream world. All of creation is God’s dreaming, but it is the divine joke of the Avatar that sometimes He Himself appears in the dreams of the dreamers. Dreaming, dream and dreamer are only Him; He plays all the parts in His Game of finding Himself as the Eternal Awakener who alone exists. By Bal Natu (Web page:



One of our approaches to spirituality was to experiment with psychedelic drugs. LSD was still legal then and we were all very naive about its effects. Two Harvard professors, Richard Alpert and Timothy Leary, were going around the country expounding on the benefits of using these drugs in terms of expanding the mind, so we decided to go to a lecture that Richard Alpert was giving.

Someone at the lecture raised his hand and said, "I heard that you received a letter from Meher Baba." My ears perked up; I actually reacted to that name, although I didn't know why at the time. Richard Alpert got very red in the face and refused to talk about the letter. Later I heard that he had corresponded with Meher Baba and that Baba had told him to stop using drugs.

However, Alpert tried to explain to Baba all the spiritual experiences he was having.... Baba finally wrote back and said that he could use it, but three more times only. Years later, I was also told that after Richard Alpert became Baba Ram Dass, he said that he wished he'd had taken that advice because then his drug karma would have ended, but I don't know whether or not that story is accurate....

Baba finally saved me from the world of drugs. It was spring of 1968 ... and on a bulletin board there was a picture of a man. I just glanced at it, but it caught my attention. "He looks very wise," I thought, and I went closer. It was a picture of Meher Baba, and underneath were these words: "Meher Baba Says Don't Use Drugs."

I wondered, "He looks wise, but why does he say not to use drugs?" Everyone I knew thought taking psychedelic drugs was a spiritual experience, so I was confused. Years later I heard that Baba had sent a directive to some of the Sufis to go around San Francisco and put up this picture and give out the warning. And for me, that was the bait and also the hook....

Maybe at two or three in the morning I was alone in the one bedroom in the cabin, and this thought came: "Meher Baba says don't use drugs." My immediate response was, "If Baba knew what a good time we were having, he would say it was okay." Whether or not that was true, he certainly used this situation to draw me closer.

Then another thought came: "Meher Baba says he's God." When that thought came, I had the wish to experience what God experiences. It wasn't an intellectual thought, but a desire to experience God, to know him through experience. Yet all I could do was to concentrate on the question, "What is God?" and "What does God experience?" So that's what I did with all of the will-power and concentration I had for what seemed like a very long time.

Finally what came to me was this thought: "If God is God, he has to be everywhere. And he has to be in everything." At that point I realized, "If this Meher Baba really is God, then he is here with me at this moment." And at that moment I felt a beautiful presence surrounding me. It's not really possible to describe it, but I had a sense that Meher Baba was all around me.

After that experience, I started to question more and more the validity of using drugs.... Every time I smoked marijuana, I felt as thought I was taking a side trip, and I had to wait until the effects wore off to get back on track, onto the path where I wanted to be. Without drugs I felt more integrated in my own being whereas with drugs, I felt almost as though I had a split personality.

When I had been using drugs, I was sincere; I didn't use them just to get high, or as fun or recreation; I actually thought they were beneficial. But Baba showed me very clearly that they didn't serve me, so it was very easy to stop. Eventually I came to the conclusion that I wanted to stay away from drugs, from other people using drugs, and from that entire atmosphere.  (Meher Baba's next wave, pp. 170-173, ed. Carolyn M. Ball)



A spiritual seeker named Biharilal Gangaram Agrawal, who resided in Ahmednagar, came to Meherabad on Monday, 17 June 1929. Biharilal had visited before, but at that time, Baba had told him to renounce all and then return to him. He had come after doing as Baba had instructed. Biharilal requested of Baba, "Please do not send me back now. I am fully prepared to stay with you."

Baba kept him at Meherabad for seven days and then called him up the hill at 1:30 P.M. on 23 June, where Baba instructed, "Go to Hazrat Babajan and then to Dhuniwala Baba. Remain at each Master's place for a month. Beg for your food and eat it as my prasad. I am there, too, so don't worry about anything. After two months, come back to Meherabad. I will keep you secluded in my Jhopdi for two months, during which time you will fast only on milk."

Biharilal agreed and accordingly left that same day to meet Babajan.

On the 21st, Baba issued special instructions to Biharilal to meditate at midnight for half an hour by staring into the darkness, and not to get up or move under any circumstances, for any reason, "even if a scorpion or snake appears and threatens to bite you!" (Lord Meher)



Harjiwan Lal's son-in-law, Bishambar Das Gupta had come from Delhi. He was engaged to marry Anguri (daughter of Harjiwan Lal). On the day of the wedding, Gupta's mother died. So, through a long-distance telephone call from Delhi, Anguri informed Baba, who instructed her to go ahead with the ceremony. After the mother's body was cremated, the marriage was performed with much pomp and pageantry.

Baba remarked to Gupta, "Anguri is very dear to Me, very, very dear."



Every Thursday, Shinde, Kamble, Pote and Dhavie, all from Poona, would spend the day at Guruprasad, going for their lunch at noon to Jal Dorabjee’s restaurant on Dastur Meher Road in the camp area. After lunch, Baba would ask them what they have eaten. They would name several dishes, and Baba would inquire. “Do you want to drive Dorabjee bankrupt? How could you have so many dishes for only two rupees?” Shinde, Pote and Dhavie would each lay the blame on Kamble.

This went on for some time, and once calling Dorabjee, Baba instructed him, “Tomorrow Shinde, Kamble, Pote and Dhavie will come to eat at your hotel. Serve only Kamble. Take two rupees from each in advance, but don’t serve the other men any food. Tell them fresh food is being prepared and they should wait. Then give them water. After ten minutes, an onion. Don’t serve them anything else to eat. After half an hour I will send Aloba to call them.

Dorabjee did as instructed. He served food only to Kamble and not to other three. When Aloba came Kamble had finished and others were sipping the water and nibbling on onion. They accompanied Aloba to Guruprasad. Baba asked, “What did you eat today?”

Their faces fell and dejectedly Shinde replied, “The food was not ready, Baba. We kept on waiting for it.”

“Why wasn’t ready?”

“Dorabjee kept repeating, “Just wait for five minutes, just five minutes,” but even after half an hour we didn’t get anything to eat. He was serving others, including Kamble, but did not us.”

“Did you pay him?”

“The moment we stepped inside.”

“Forget about it now, you can eat here.” So the three of them had their lunch in Guruprasad, and they never did find out why Dorabjee had behaved as he had. Afterward Baba commented, “It is so strange. Kamble got his food. Why didn’t you get yours?” They didn’t know. Baba explained, “You were blaming Kamble in the beginning, but God had pity on him and he had his food, whereas you had to go without it,”

(Lord Meher)



Brahma Dev was disciple from Dehradun.

Brahma Dev had been ordered by Baba to fast on only water for a week, and thereafter, his long-suffering asthma left him. He told Baba, "By your blessing, I have been freed from asthma."

Baba corrected him, "It is no miracle of mine, but your love and faith. My only miracle will be at the time of breaking my silence." (Lord Meher-p-3628-1954)



(Son of Prakashwati Sharma)

There were several mango trees in the compound in Dehra Dun. Baba had given orders to the mandali that no one should pluck the mangos from the trees, but if they fell on the ground, they were free to gather them. Among the men, Gustadji and Baidul were the most eager to collect the ripened fruit. They would wait for the mangoes to drop, and immediately run and pick them up. The rivalry between the two went so far that Gustadji would spend most of the night outside, just to prevent Baidul from collecting more than his share.

Dr. Deshmukh had come from Nagpur for a visit and was sleeping in a room in the house. Since it was quite hot at the time, Deshmukh climbed up to the terrace with his bedding roll and slept there, where it was cooler under the stars. One night, because of the heat, there was a sudden shower of rain. Unprotected, Deshmukh quickly rolled up his bedding and, instead of carrying it downstairs, threw it from the terrace. It landed with a crash a few inches from where Gustadji was sitting. Gustadji's entire concentration had been on the falling mangoes, as there was a fine breeze that night, which was loosening much fruit from the trees. When Deshmukh threw down his bedding, Gustadji narrowly escaped having it land on his head. Gustadji was shocked to have such a large object crashing down next to him.

Highly vexed, the next morning he complained to Baba. Coming to know of Baidul and Gustadji's competitive activities, Baba had a good laugh. But from then on, he stopped both from eating the mangoes.

Thereafter, Baba called Prakashwati son Bhushan and asked, "Would you do as I say?"

Bhushan answered, "Certainly."

"Remove all the mangoes from the trees and, after they ripen, sell them in the market.

Keep an accurate account, and I will check it."

So, Bhushan had all the fruit picked and kept in the mandali's residence for ripening. No one was to touch the mangoes. Since permission to eat them had been taken away from Baidul and Gustadji, both were seething with anger at Deshmukh, and their tempers found no relief until he left.

Bhushan began selling the fruit in the bazaar, and Baba would check his account daily. Before assigning him this work, Baba had ordered him to speak the truth always, be honest and never do any contemptible action. Along with Bhushan's duty, Baba would instruct him on honesty, calling attention to his smallest mistake.

In year 1654, sahwas in Dehra Dun group, Prakashwati's son, Bhushan was called. He was barely turned sixteen, and so he was allowed to attend the program. Baba asked if he was following his orders, and then asked in wonderment, "How is it that you always get angry so quickly?"

Baba gave Bhushan a very simple method of overcoming anger: "Whenever you are about to get angry with someone, at once remember that he is Baba! Then you will not get angry with Baba." (Lord Meher)




In 1929, gesturing to Chanji and Raosaheb, Baba motioned, "Now, you two, stop worrying! Go with this gentleman to the British Consul and give him the letter immediately." At ten o'clock that night in the bitter cold, they approached the consul's deputy and handed him the letter from the Governor of Duzdab. Yet when they returned, Raosaheb and Chanji were restless the whole night and woke up at four o'clock, anxious to finish the job.

They arrived at the consul's residence in the early hours of dawn and furnished him with full information about Baba and the other men, explaining to him that Baba's departure that day was imperative. After making them wait, the consul called them into his office at eight o'clock. He was not completely satisfied with the letter of recommendation from the Governor, and he placed it on his table. Exasperated, he said, "At least tell me who you people are!"

Chanji admitted, "Merwan Irani is our Master, and we are His disciples." Taking this simple statement to heart, the consul directed his clerk to fill out their visas and get their signatures, as a special case.

The British Consul in Duzdab was extremely cautious about issuing visas at that time because the Communist movement had emerged, publicly calling for India's independence from Britain, and Baba's party included unemployed Iranis, Parsis, Hindus, and Muslims. The consul was afraid that if Meher Baba's companions turned out to be Communist agitators and they were permitted to cross into India, creating disturbances there, he would be held responsible.

Some time ago, the British Consul in Bombay had, in fact, sent instructions to all the Consulates along the coastal towns of Persia not to allow Meher Baba's return to India, because He had only a Persian passport and not a British one, having refused to sign His name. Unknown to the mandali at that time, it was for this reason that Baba had selected the hazardous and rigorous land route, crossing the border at Duzdab where the Consulate had not received these instructions.

An interesting incident occurred some months later. After their return to India, when Chanji again had occasion to meet the British Consul in Bombay regarding issuance of a passport for one of the mandali, the consul asked him, "Has your Master returned from Persia?"

"Yes, He came back several months ago," Chanji replied.

"Then He has started signing His name which He refused to do before?"

Chanji denied this, and the man asked, "Then how could He have entered British (Indian) territory without a visa?"

Chanji stated simply, "He is a Master, and nothing is impossible for Him."

Puzzled, the consul queried, "By what port did He leave Persia?"

"He came by the land route, crossing through Duzdab."

The consul then exclaimed, "Oh, I see. Now I believe He is a Master — and Perfect, too!"

Although the consul did not pretend to understand anything about spirituality, he appreciated Baba's "work for humanity" and "teachings about the higher ideals of life." This incident, however, seemed to convince him of Baba's greatness and power.



In October 1922, a Parsi named Burjor Heerjibhoy Engineer came into the Master's contact. Baba once asked him to tell the mandali about his state of affairs. He did so, often quoting from different religious sources, and sometimes weeping during his narration:

Some years ago, I was working as an engineer and earned a large salary. Somehow, I tumbled into the spiritual line and became gifted. With great efforts I managed to reach a stage where I could easily foretell events and, at times, get my prayers fulfilled simply by asking!

In fact, my prayers and appeals could provoke a perceptible response from the Unknown. This went on for a long time until I began to misuse my supernatural achievements by speculating in cotton futures and in other gambling endeavours.

At first, this gambling became extremely lucrative, and I did not find it necessary to continue working as an engineer; so I left it and paid more and more attention to this new "business". To my utter horror (he started bitterly sobbing), I soon found that the divine gift had vanished!

Now, despite my best efforts, I am unable to regain that state. I cry day and night in vain, but there is no response from Him. Leaving aside the mercenary benefit I derived which I no longer care about and will never indulge in again — I really cannot describe the intense joy and bliss I felt while in intimate communion with Him.

Although I have lost the treasure of foreknowledge, I can still feel and perceive things unseen and unfelt by ordinary human beings. Hence, I need no introduction or explanation about Meher Baba, in whom I find the greatest manifestation of divinity. I firmly believe that Meher Baba can restore my lost treasure to me in the twinkling of an eye if he so wishes. He is very great indeed!

Baba was highly pleased by Burjor's frankness and enjoyed hearing his story. (Lord Meher-p-336/7-1922)



Burjor Mehta Gujrati translator mistakenly rendered the word love as bhakti (devotion) whereupon, intervening, Baba twisted his ear and elucidated:

Love cannot be called bhakti; rather, the consummation of bhakti is love. Love is the highest. We can speak of it as the highest type of devotion. There is a difference between bhakti and love. For example, here is a bhakta [devotee] and Baba. The bhakta worships Baba and does bhakti. When bhakti increases and reaches its zenith, the bhakta burns and finds no curtain between himself and God. Let the bhakti reach such a zenith and then there will be no veil between Baba and yourself.

"Now don't take it for granted that you are all in that state of love!" he teased.

The path of love is the third path. The first path is the path of actions, serving other false I's. The second is the path of worshiping false I's.

This third path of love is very, very important. Therefore, listen with all your attention to what I have to say. It is but for the very few to annihilate their very existence and merge in me. For those who want to love me, I have given points for them to follow. Love means love. It is void of any superficiality or formality. The lover has to keep the wish of the Beloved, and always has to keep the Beloved pleased and happy.

What are the wishes of your Beloved — if you take me to be your Beloved? They are:

1) Do not shirk your responsibilities, such as home, family, office, jobs, et cetera.

2) Attend faithfully to your worldly duties, but keep at the back of your mind that all this is Baba's.

3) When you feel happy, think Baba wants you to be happy. When you suffer, think Baba wants you to suffer.

4) Be resigned to every situation and think honestly and sincerely that Baba has placed you in this situation.

5) With the understanding that Baba is in everyone, try to help and serve others.

Continuing, Baba emphasized:

I tell you all with my divine authority that whosoever — anyone and everyone — takes my name on his lips at the time he or she breathes his or her last, comes to me!

Therefore, do not forget to remember me at the time when you breathe your last. Unless you take my name, remembering me constantly from now on, and keep it up continuously, you cannot remember me and keep my name on your lips when you drop your body. Even if you take my name once a day with all your heart and soul, it is sufficient. You will thus ultimately come to me. (Lord Meher-p-4315-1965).



Horikan left for Mangalore on the afternoon of 7th March 1949. They continued and began ascending the Agumbe Mountain on some of the worst roads they had ever encountered. Not only was the road steep and full of hairpin curves, but it was so narrow that only one vehicle at a time could pass.

Just as the mandali's bus was going around a curve, the bus suddenly began sliding backward. No one knew what to do, but they began to repeat Baba's name. The driver lost control of the steering wheel. The bus rolled backwards over a small stone wall separating the road from a deep valley below. Crying out, "BABA! BABA! BABA!" all were certain the bus was about to crash and they would die.

Suddenly, the bus came to a complete halt. Gasping (some were on the verge of fainting), no one could explain how the bus had stopped rolling backwards. Only Baba's nazar had saved them; otherwise, the bus would certainly have rolled off the cliff and plunged to the valley below.

After carefully getting out, they saw that half the bus was hanging over the cliff! There was nothing to suggest why it had not continued over the cliff. It was both astonishing and inexplicable! Some of the mandali began to weep, thanking Baba for having his nazar on them. Vishnu cried out, "Baba has saved our lives today! Let us all shout his Jai !"

Baba instructed the men to pull the bus back onto the road, and he stood nearby and personally supervised. After much effort by all, the bus was pushed back onto the road. This was more dangerous than it sounds, because there was the possibility of the bus sliding back again and dragging some of the men over the cliff with it.

Afterward, they stopped at a waterfall, washed their faces and refreshed themselves. (Lord Meher-p-1149-1930)



A seasoned criminal who preys on the gullibility of wrote several derogatory letters.

On 5th June 1960, was the largest public darshan that summer. An estimated 10,000 persons poured into Guruprasad seeking the God-Man's touch. The darshan continued the next morning, 6 June 1960 in two morning and evening sessions.

  1. Rajagopal was Captain in the army. He arrived, dressed in the ochre-colored robes of a sanyasi. He too was given a private interview. Baba remarked to him, "The 'final interview' does not need even a split second, and within that fraction of a moment you know everything. Compared with the final interview, all other interviews matter very little." Baba then embraced him and he left.

Unfortunately, Captain Rajagopal later wrote several vituperative letters to Yogi Bharati, Adi Sr. and others, reminiscent of Colonel M. S. Irani's attempts in the late 1930s to stoke the fires of opposition against Baba. Rajagopal had been warned by Baba not to have anything to do with Baba's work or His lovers and, as a result, Rajagopal called Baba an "international fraud... a seasoned criminal who preys on the gullibility of the poor children of India ... an unscrupulous rascal" and other regrettable terms.

Baba added, "My embrace for Rajagopal will not go in vain, for it was the expression of my divine love for him, and one day he is bound to feel the warmth of my compassion in spite of the vagaries of himself." (Lord Meher-p-4700-1960)



Nittimi Dharmarao, their host at Rajahmundry. Baba and the group left for Amalapuram, and on the way Baba felt hungry. Meherjee gave him some cheese and crackers, but Baba wanted his customary rice and dal.

In the car, Baba urged Dharmarao, who was driving, "I am very hungry, so drive faster. Let's not stop; go straight to Amalapuram."

Dharmarao did as told, but when they came to the village of Kottapeta, many had assembled on the road. Baba had the car stopped. Some of the local workers approached Baba, requesting, "Rest here for a while; take some coconut water and permit the mandali to have it." (Lord Meher-p-3493-1954)

Hearing this, Baba got out of the car and, walking to a hut, sat down and began spelling out, "You mandali are after coconut water when I am feeling very hungry. I had given orders to drive the car straight to Amalapuram, but no one listened to that. Now you all may drink coconut water to your hearts' content. I order every one of you to drink the water of four coconuts."

Pendu stood silently, and Baba ordered him, "Go and arrange it immediately. Tell the person offering the coconut water that each of you should be given water from four coconuts so that he and you all may feel satisfied."

There were 60 men in Baba's group; most were the Andhra lovers who had accompanied them. They had already quenched their thirst by the time Pendu returned. Anyway, Pendu told the host that each should be given the water from four coconuts. That was impossible, as there were not enough coconuts. To bring more would take time, and the man could not figure out what to do. Besides, to bring so many coconuts at one time was out of the question.

Meanwhile, Baba severely scolded Eruch, Sastri and Dharmarao were bewildered and felt nervous at seeing Baba's fiery mood for the first time. Pendu came back and informed Baba that the coconuts were practically all gone, so Baba asked the men to retake their seats in the bus. The host learned a good lesson: that it is not wise to insist on anything against Baba's wish. (Lord Meher-p-3494-1954)

Reverting to the previous day's mishap in the car, Baba stated, "Yesterday, honestly, Dharmarao would have overturned the car. God saved us. This is attributed to me as my miracle, but I don't do anything of this sort. Until I speak, don't expect me to perform any miracle. Somehow or other I caught hold of the steering wheel. God made me do so." Baba turned to Dharmarao. "Now, for my sake or for God's sake, stay awake while driving!" (Lord Meher-p-3500-1954)



In 1926, one day, Baba asked Chhagan a question. But when Chhagan failed to give an immediate reply, Baba actually fell at his feet remarking, "Henceforth, don't do any work. Simply eat, drink, and loll about the place." For a few moments Chhagan was taken aback and stunned that the Master would bow at his feet.

He ran off toward the surrounding fields. Baba directed the mandali to bring him back. All shouted at Chhagan to stop, that it was Baba's orders that he return, but Chhagan did not even turn around. In fact, Chhagan had run so fast that they had lost sight of him. The mandali searched, but they were unable to find him. Baba himself then set out in a small horse-drawn tonga to look for him. The tonga was not able to traverse the rough terrain of Meherabad easily. So after some time, the horse was detached from the tonga, and Baba directed Rustom to go on horseback in search of Chhagan.

After much difficulty, Chhagan was found three or four miles away. He was brought before Baba, who explained certain matters to him and he was pacified, thus bringing the situation back to normal. Everyone, including Chhagan, was exhausted from the chase, so Baba directed the men to relax for the rest of the day. In the evening Baba played cricket with the mandali, and then went for a spin in a large motor vehicle to Shindewadi with a dozen of the men.



Chhagan brought the boy to Baba who at first liked him very much. But after a few minutes, Baba disapprovingly noticed a small cut on the boy's leg, and directed Chhagan, "Take the boy to Meherabad, where Padri can treat his wound. Tell Padri to bring him to Panchgani once the wound is healed."

Chhagan was puzzled by Baba's instructions, as the boy's injury seemed minor. He wondered why Baba was making such a fuss, forcing him to take the boy all the way to Meherabad, when a local doctor could easily have treated the wound. But He did not say anything and, before he left, Baba further instructed him to be sure to contact Sadashiv Patil in Poona on the way and deliver a message, which Baba dictated.

Chhagan then left Panchgani with the boy, whose name was Yusuf. In Poona, as he was nearing Sadashiv's house, a Muslim woman who was filling her water vessels at a public well saw the boy and suddenly began calling out, "Yusuf, Yusuf!" She came running to the boy, embraced him and cried, "Yusuf, my son, where have you been? I can't believe it is really you! I have been longing for sight of you day and night for years! My son, have you forgotten your own mother?"

A crowd gathered and Chhagan could not understand what was happening. He grew frightened by the presence of so many people and forced his way to Sadashiv's house, where he described the situation to him. Sadashiv approached the woman and questioned her. He found out the woman's only son had disappeared from home five years before, and she and her husband's search had proved fruitless. The parents were overwrought with distress at their failure to locate their lost child. Grief-stricken, they had all but given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Chhagan then asked Sadashiv, "What am I to do now" Baba's order was to take the boy to Meherabad." Sadashiv sent a telegram to Baba explaining the situation. Baba's reply promptly came, instructing Chhagan to leave the boy with his parents and return to Panchgani. Only then did Chhagan understand why Baba had sent him on this journey. The message Baba had given Chhagan to convey to Sadashiv was nothing important, but Baba wished to reunite the child with his heartbroken parents



  1. Chakrapani came to Guruprasad from Talegaon on Thursday, 7th April 1960. He had previously been given certain orders by Baba. He looked like a sadhu, with a long beard and long hair, and he was observing silence. Baba asked him, "Do you permit anyone to fall at your feet?" Chakrapani shook his head no.

Baba gestured, "That is very good."

Addressing the gathering, Baba continued at length:

The only obstacle on the Path is the ego. Volumes have been written on the nature of the ego. But book knowledge helps very little and by one's own efforts, the ego remains insurmountable. Whether you fast or feast, whether you become aggressive or humble, the ego goes on nourishing itself. Even the natural tendencies of the ego such as "I see, I read, I sleep" create bindings. So night and day in the very act of expending old sanskaras, you create new sanskaras and get bound.

Then (if) you wear long hair and put on the robe of a sadhu, you thereby are indirectly courting respect. A false sense of advertisement in spirituality is liable to be created when you try to lead a life in some other way than that of the common people. Others begin to look upon you with respect, and you begin to accept homage without the spiritual authority to do so — outwardly in the name of God, but deep within there is nothing but self-gratification.

As time passes, the superiority complex is nourished, and the ego craves greater honours. This is a dangerous pitfall!

In the God-realized Master, the Real Ego is established. He sees himself in each and every thing, in every being. And his divinity is so complete that he becomes the object of meditation and worship for all. So he has the authority to accept homage. All his actions are non-actions and therefore are non-binding.

To become completely free from all the sanskaric bindings, the intercession of the Master is necessary. The awakening of love is the remedy. Only then does one rare being get released from all the sanskaric bindings through the grace of a Perfect Master.

Turning to Chakrapani, Baba remarked, "So it is good you do not allow others to bow down to you." (Lord Meher-p-4564-1960)



Chandra Shekhar son of S L Lokhande had opportunity to see Baba at very young age with his parents in Guruprasad.

Description of his meeting in words of his father is as below.

Baba’s letter came inviting us from Poona 3 rd to 13th June 1960, My family and I arrived on 2nd June. We went to Guruprasad on 3 rd Morning. Each of us had a garland for Baba. When called inside, we went and bowed on Baba’s feet. Garlanded Him, and then embraced Him. My son Chandra Shekhar was 3 feet away from Baba when he suddenly threw away his garland, mumbled something, and without bowing to Baba, went and sat down at a distance. I felt very sorry because he had come three or four times before and garlanded Baba. My family sat in front of Baba while I stood.

Baba asked me why he had behaved in this fashion. I replied, “I don’t know, Baba.” Baba asked, “Does he do this at home?” I told Baba that he does behave like a mad person at times, tears cloths, throws utensils out of the house, hits people, and at times does not eat for three or four days. If asked why he does not eat, he would reply, “Food is expensive.” At times he would become violent and would not let the family enter the house. But on seeing me, he would quiet down.

Baba asked me, “How many years have you had contact with Me?” I replied, “Since 1953, Baba.” Baba asked me why I had not told Him before about the behavior of my son.” I replied, “I know You are God and You know everything, so there is no need to tell you about him.  That day was a Thursday, and Baba asked me to remind Him about the boy on Sunday.

The next day we were going to Guruprasad in the morning. On the way, we passed by a florist. My son on his own asked for a garland. He kept it. When we reached Guruprasad, we stood in the queue, but my son ran first and garlanded Baba. We were surprised at his attitude. We bowed down and sat near Baba. Baba smiled at the boy. On Sunday we came to Guruprasad, and after we had bowed down to Baba, I reminded Him about my son. Baba replied, “I have already done on Friday what I had to do today.” Baba then asked me to do the following for my son: do not make him study; allow him to live as he wants to; do not worry about him, as he is a mast; do not let him mix with people, and do not let him go near gatherings. (Glimpses of Guruprasad –p-157/8)