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RABIA

(Secret of Basara)

Rabia, the great Sufi mystic, lived a remarkable life. Throughout her life, her Love for God, poverty and self-denial were her constant companions. She did not possess much more than a broken jug, a rush mat and a brick which she used as a pillow. She spent all night in prayer and contemplation, chiding herself if she slept because it took her away from her active love of God.

As her fame grew, she had many disciples. Farid-ud-din Attar, who has recorded her life, tells us that she held discussions with many renowned religious people of her time. Though she had many offers of marriage, she declined as she had no time in her life for anything other than God. Her concept of Divine Love was truly elevating. She was the first to introduce the idea that God should be loved for God’s own sake, not out of fear – as was the practice among some earlier seekers. Thus she prayed, ‘O, Allah!  If I worship you for fear of hell, burn me in hell, and if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from paradise. But if I worship you for your own sake, grudge me not your everlasting beauty.’

 

An incident :

Rabia of Basra was considered one of the most beautiful women living on earth in her time. Her youth and beauty were unsurpassed. Now it so happens that a young man from Shiraz in Iran comes to Basra while travelling and sight-seeing. He's vigorous and handsome and very successful in business. His business takes him from place to place and country to country. At this time it brings him to Basra. He's fond of sight-seeing. So while having tea or food he asks whomever he meets, "Are you from Basra?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what's to be found in this place? Is there anything out of the way, anything unusual, anything special?"

"Well, we have fine gardens and we have fountains and all that."

"Oh! I have roamed many countries and seen a number of big cities. There are many such beautiful things; but is there anything here that is out of the way?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"The most beautiful woman on earth!"

"What? The most beautiful woman on earth!" He's young and handsome, and youth is always attracted by beauty. He hears this and laughs. "Well, I've seen thousands of beautiful girls. Can there be any more beautiful than those in Iran?"

"Well, that's what I'm telling you," says the man.

And the young Iranian again goes sight-seeing and again asks some people, "Is there anything special to see in this place?" And they tell him about various sights, and again he asks, "But is there anything special?"

And they say, "There is nothing better here than Rabia of Basra. Her beauty surpasses all beauty."

"How can that be?" he asks. "What makes you say that?"

And they reply, "Those who are starved for beauty, they will find that out when they meet her."

"All right, where can I find her? How does one see her?"

"Well, where else? In a brothel!"

"Oh, that's a common story. We have prostitutes in Iran too. We know about that kind of woman."

"Yes, but this is different!" they answer.

He goes around to different places in the city, and again he hears the name of Rabia from someone he meets, and then from another man and then another and another. Gradually he comes to realise that this whole city is somehow different from other cities he has visited. This place is charged with such an atmosphere that people talk freely about the beauty of a woman, and yet there seems no trace of vulgarity in their talk. What is it? Who could she be? What makes her so beautiful and at the same time approachable by all? He thinks, "Well she's only a beautiful prostitute. That's why she's approachable for all."

After some days he decides to visit Rabia even though she's in a brothel. Although he is from a social stratum that customarily does not frequent brothels, he makes himself bold to go there. For the first time in his life he makes up his mind to go to such a place and see for himself what he has heard about from other people. He makes discreet inquiries about the place and time she's available. Somebody leads him there in the evening, saying, "Go up the stairs and there will be a matron who will see you and ask you to pay a fee."

"She takes fees?"

"She doesn't, but the matron asks for them. Without paying you won't be able to go in."

"Okay, never mind. I have money."

So up he goes, slowly climbing the stairs. And all the time his mind is working, full of this beauty he has heard about and anticipating the moments he'll spend with her. When he arrives, the matron questions him, "What do you want? Are you a stranger in this country?"

"Yes, I am a stranger here, and I want to see Rabia of Basra."

"What do you mean you want to see Rabia of Basra? Is she an exhibit in a zoo or something?"

"Well, isn't she approachable?"

"Yes, but you have to be with her, not just see her. And you have to pay a fee."

"Yes, yes, I want to spend time with her."

"All right, but the fee is exorbitant."

"I don't mind; I'll pay whatever it is." He pays and she takes him to the suite, ushers him inside and shuts the door.

He finds the room is vacant; there is nobody to wait upon him. Then he gradually ventures further in. There is a little room to the side and in it a figure is praying. A prayer carpet is spread and the figure is kneeling, absorbed in prayer. What beauty she has! He has never seen such beauty! "Oh, how could she be here?" he thinks, "How could she allow men to co-habit with her?" He sits and gazes at her beauty and loses himself. Yet, his passion is aroused, and he waits for her to be finished with the prayer.

She prays and prays. An hour passes. Gradually there is an ebb in his passion. He is attracted by her beauty and at the same time by her purity. After another hour or so she finishes her prayer and looks at him; it is as if lightning has struck him, the very sight of her!

She apologizes and says, "I'm so sorry. Pardon me for keeping you waiting so long! I was absorbed in prayer. You must be hungry." She claps and her maidens come. She orders, "Spread the feast for him. He is our guest tonight." And to him, "Would you like to drink something? What sort of liquor do you prefer?"

"Well, I'm from Iran...." And he thinks, "That's good, she's not too absorbed in prayers; she offers me food and drink also. And it's true what people say — she's truly beautiful!"

So he takes an interest in conversing and opens up his heart. He tell her his whole story while she listens intently. As he talks he just gazes at her, feeding upon her beauty. She also participates in the conversation, inquiring about his well-being, and about his travels and his work.

"You must have visited many places and seen many fine sights. Have you visit Basra properly?"

"Yes," he says, "I have almost finished my visit to Basra, and everywhere I go I hear about your beauty. And so I wanted to be here with you."

"You are most welcome," she says, "But after all, what is this beauty of mine? It's a passing show! Very soon I'll get old and become all wrinkled. Age will tell upon me just as it will upon you."

And she takes up the thread there. The talk about beauty and truth and God starts, and it goes on and on into the early hours of the morning. Eventually she leads him to the point where he becomes a real devotee.

"What a discourse you've given me tonight!" he says. "Now I begin to realise what real beauty means, how one should behave in life, how one should seek that eternal beauty which never perishes."

"Yes," she says, "that's right. That's how it is."

Finally he feels it's time to go. "I'm your slave," he says from his heart. "Tell me anything, anything in this world I can do for you."

"I have one little request."

"Anything," he replies. "Ask for wealth. Ask for anything you want."

"There is just one little thing, if you could do it."

"What is it?"

"Never tell anyone what transpired here tonight. Allow the people to come to me. This beauty is bait to lure them. It motivates them and gives them strength and right understanding and the right perspective on life. God has placed me in this particular place so that I can do His work and tell people about true beauty and real love. Promise me that you'll never tell others what you've experienced here tonight."

"Oh!" he says. "So this is the secret of Basra! The whole city clamours after your beauty. Yet nobody tells me about his experience."

"Yes," she smiles. "They all promise. You see, my beauty is my strength to fight in the cause of my Lord."

So Baba says: Every Baba-lover who is beautiful can use her beauty as a great strength to get many more hearts to me. But you must be as stable as Rabia.

And Baba added: It took a long time after that for Rabia to become Babajan, the Perfect Master who awakened me to my own Divinity!

 

Another episode

One day, Rabia was passing through a street on her way to the marketplace where she went every day, to share the truths she had sought and attained through her prayers and reflections. And for many days she had been watching a well-known mystic, Hassan, sitting before the door of the mosque and praying to God with intense devotion. ‘God, open the door! Please open the door! Let me in!’

On that day, Rabia could take it no more. Hassan let out a heart-rending wail, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was repeatedly shouting, ‘Open the door! Let me in! Why don’t you listen? Why don’t you hear my prayers?’

Every day, Rabia had laughed quietly to herself whenever she had heard Hassan uttering his plaint. But today was too much. Hassan was weeping his heart out. She went up to him, shook him up and said, ‘Stop all this nonsense! The door is open – in fact you are already in!’

Hassan looked at Rabia, and that moment became a moment of revelation for him. Looking into Rabia’s eyes, he bowed down, touch her feet and said, ‘You came in time; otherwise I would have spent my whole life just calling God in vain! For years I have been doing this – where have you been all these years! Why did you not come earlier to take me out of my misery? I know you pass this street every day. You must have seen my crying and praying. And yet you did not come to me until now!’

Rabia said to Hassan, ‘Yes, but truth can only be said at a certain moment, in a certain space, in a certain context. I was waiting for the right moment, the ripe moment. Today it has arrived; hence I came to you. Yesterday if I had told you, you would have felt irritated; you may have even become angry. You may have reacted thus, “You have disturbed my prayer!” – and it is not right to disturb anybody’s prayer.’

Rabia said, ‘I had wanted to tell you this long time back, but I had to wait for the right moment. It did not come till now

 

 

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NARAD

ivy O. Duce

There is a well-known story in India, many versions of which exist, which points up that the Avatar brings his close disciples through the planes under veil. It seems that Lord Krishna had a disciple named Narad who, after many years of service to Krishna, began to be discouraged because he could see no sign in himself of any spiritual advancement. He hungered for spiritual experiences, which he felt would indicate his spiritual progress, like many people today. He complained to Krishna that although he had lived with him all his life, he still was no better than any person who had never met the Master. Krishna assured him that by living a dedicated life with Krishna he was literally on the threshold of God's abode, and that some day he would come to know where he was spiritually.

Narad, however, persisted in feeling gloomy about the years passing by without his having acquired any knowledge. Finally after some years, the Lord Krishna told him that on a certain day he wanted Narad to go to a particular spot under a tree and just watch the ground. Narad did this, finding there only a large lump of fecal matter. He became more and more agitated over having to stand and stare at this. His feelings of unworthiness intensified. Finally a worm crept out of it, and as Narad gazed upon it, the worm keeled over dead on the spot.

Narad journeyed back to his Master and related the incident when asked what had happened. Narad's mind was full of protest that here he was, living with the God-Man and not even having the experience that he had lived a worthwhile life. Krishna ignored him for a while and then ordered him to go to another place in the woods, where he was to stare at a certain tree. On the prescribed day Narad did so and suddenly noticed a bright parrot on a branch. As soon as the bird caught his eye, it dropped dead. This frightened Narad, and he felt that since the very sight of him caused creatures to die, he was most unworthy. However, the deep impression of unworthiness now caused him to feel that living with the God-Man was his only recourse.

Krishna ignored Narad for some time, then one day told him to go to the house of a village patel (headman), where a little colt had been newly born. This prospect frightened Narad, but he felt that he had to obey the Lord Krishna. The patel was quite religious and received Narad reverentially. He finally asked Narad what had brought him to his dwelling, and Narad replied that he had heard about the newly born colt and would like to see it. This flattered the owner, who brought out the little colt with great pride. As soon as Narad's eyes fell upon the colt, it dropped dead. Narad was beside himself, although the owner did not connect him with the death of his little colt.

Some time later a neighboring King came to Krishna and begged him to visit and bless his newly born child. Krishna decided to send Narad as his representative, but Narad was terrified that his glance might kill the little prince. Krishna, who knew everything, offered comfort and encouragement to Narad and stated that although there had been three failures, the disciple should now go to the palace and visit the newly born child.

Since it was known that Narad was one of Krishna's favorite disciples, when he arrived in time for the naming ceremonies the king, with all due respect, conducted him to the cradle to bless the child. Narad stated that the child had Krishna's blessing, but steadily refused to really look at him.

The story goes that the child sat up in his cradle and thanked Narad for all he had done and asked, "Why now do you deny me your glance and darshan?"

Narad was stunned and asked what he was supposed to have done. The princeling said:

"When I was a worm I had your darshan, which enabled me to avoid many rebirths. I at once assumed the form of a parrot, and in that form I again was blessed with your darshan. This helped me to be born immediately in the form of a colt. While I was a colt, you again appeared before me, and that blessed meeting has hurried me here."

When Narad returned, Krishna with a smile asked him if now he believed that he had gained some spiritual status by serving him, whereupon Narad fell at Krishna's feet.

 

How a master works, pp. 722-724

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MIRABAI

(Women Saint Krishna Era)

Mira was one of Meher Baba's favorite saints and her story is famous in India:

Mira was a Hindu born around 1498, in the village of Kurkhi, Rajasthan. She was married to a Rajasthan king, but she was so absorbed in devotion to Krishna, she had no attachment to her husband (who was killed in a battle when Mira was in her late twenties) or to his kingdom. She would compose songs in praise of Krishna and then leave the palace to sing them to the common people. The new king and his family considered it degrading, but she did not care.

Once, the royal family was so upset they plotted to kill her. They placed a cobra in Mira's flower basket. When she opened the basket to garland Krishna's statue, the cobra had been transformed into flowers. In another attempt to murder her, they gave her a glass dosed with poison. She drank it saying Krishna's name and the poison turned to nectar. Thus, they began to realize Mira was no ordinary person and was protected by Krishna.

Years passed and Mira's absorption became all-consuming. One day she left the palace and did not return. Singing Krishna's praises, she walked far until she reached Vrindavan, the sacred place of Krishna and the gopis, and remained there. When she did not return, the king searched far and wide. He finally found her, absorbed in her ecstatic vision of Krishna. Many people recognized that she was a genuine saint and stayed near her, and the king and his family became her followers.

An Indian woman devotee came to see Baba at Meherabad on Sunday, 28 October 1934. She complained openly before Baba that she wished to stop having sexual intercourse with her husband because of her desire to see God. But her husband was unwilling.

Consoling her, Baba explained, "It is better to treat your husband with love and affection, even if you dislike and do not wish to indulge in intercourse because of your spiritual aspiration and desire to love God. It is good to have no sexual desires, but when it comes to a question of duty, you must sacrifice a little of your interest and please your husband.

"Keep your mind focused toward God and give your body to your husband. You needn't worry. Just try to do as I advise.

These remaining sanskaras must be finished before the Experience is given. Remember Mirabai's sacrifice and how she suffered. Be like her."

 

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KRISHNAMURTHY J.

(Spiritual leader & author)

On 14 December 1925, Baba commented on the recent announcement, given in the newspapers, by Dr. Annie Besant, the head of the Theosophical Society, of the coming of a "New World Teacher," similar to Christ, in the form of her young protégé, J. Krishnamurti.

It is all humbug. The Theosophists, including Mrs. Besant and Krishnamurti, do not have even a whiff of the Truth. They say that the spirit of the World Teacher will manifest itself through the medium of this boy in the world, and that the chief "wire-puller" of this show is supposed to be somewhere in the Himalayas.

There is nothing but dust and stones in those mountains. Real teachers like Buddha, Krishna, Christ, and Zoroaster never kept themselves perched on heights or lost in jungles. They mixed freely with those for whose upliftment they worked. In spite of their unthinkable and unimaginable states of exaltation, they brought themselves down to the lowest levels of their surroundings and students.

Similarly, not a single Spiritual Master of the world who appeared under whatever external label ever required a "vehicle" save his own physical body. If this "vehicle" of the coming "World Teacher" dies within a year, let us see how Mrs. Besant takes it.

Baba concluded by stating, "Really speaking, this false note (Krishnamurti) is also not without meaning. On the contrary, it is the result of My own multifarious working and it is clearing away the path for My own manifestation.

For some days, there had been much discussion about the Theosophical Society, headed by Annie Besant, and about Krishnamurti, who was being promoted by her as the "New World Teacher." On 26 June 1926, Baba remarked to some Theosophist visitors, who had come for darshan, "Be always in search of Truth-real Truth — wherever it is found without any caste distinction or prejudice. Control your passions, renounce maya and create a longing to see the Almighty."

After they left, Baba commented about Theosophy:

A time will come when the world will bow to those on whom My nazar will fall.

They came here (for darshan) and that is good for them. But Krishnamurti, a New World Teacher? God forbid! Compare Ramakrishna (of Calcutta) with Krishnamurti. Krishnamurti is living in all majesty and splendor, pomp and power, and moving about England in aristocratic, fashionable circles, playing tennis and golf, leading a most comfortable life. He does not have the slightest idea — not even a wisp — of the Real Truth.

So it is also with these fussy, showy Theosophists. Their greatness lies only in editorship — writing and speaking with high-sounding words about planes, powers, colors, society, and creed — in a superficial knowledge of the shadow of Truth, and in behaving and making others believe in the greatness of themselves and none other. Truth is far, far beyond this.

Baba smiled, and then remarked:

Yes, there is Krishnamurti, Mrs. Besant's protégé. The Theosophists deceive themselves. Their chief wire-pullers are supposed to be somewhere on the Himalayas in Tibet. You will find nothing there but dust and stones. Besides, no real Spiritual Master ever required someone else's body for his own use. Such thinking is ridiculous!

Krishnamurti, a New World Teacher? God forbid!

You cannot compare the Sadguru Ramakrishna of Calcutta with Krishnamurti. Ramakrishna was Rama and Krishna personified! Krishnamurti is living in all majesty and splendor, pomp and power, and moving about England in aristocratic, fashionable circles, playing tennis and golf, leading a most comfortable life. He does not have the slightest idea – not even a wisp – of the Real Truth.

Baba quoted a couplet from Hafiz and explained its meaning: If you desire to aspire for Realization, you should hold your very life in the palm of your hand, ready to give it up at any moment! Then alone will you be deemed worthy and be able to experience Truth.

"The world teacher of Mrs. Besant" refers to J. Krishnamurti, who was hailed as such by Dr. Annie Besant and the Theosophists, but about whom, Baba later commented: "It is all humbug. The Theosophists, including Mrs. Besant and Krishnamurti, do not have even a whiff of the Truth."

Max had been a regular contributor to the Theosophical Messenger magazine, and had traveled throughout India with Krishnamurti, Annie Besant and Charles Leadbeater. He asked Baba about Krishnamurti, and Baba commented, "He is not as advanced as some think. He does good and will come to Me one day."

Max replied, "Yes, he needs Your help."

"I will help him advance on the Path," Baba assured him.

When he was young, Krishnamurti had been acclaimed by the Theosophists to be the modern Messiah; however, he was not self-deluded and renounced all such divine claims. During September of 1931, Malcolm wrote to Krishnamurti, informing him of Baba's visit to America. Krishnamurti wrote back from Holland on 1 October, expressing his gratitude to Malcolm and that he would very much like to meet Meher Baba in America. He also conveyed his greetings to Baba.

On 6th November 1931, at New York Meher Baba said about Shri Krishnamurthy, “He is good and will come to Me one day. I will help him advance on the path. Krishnamurthy possess great possibilities within himself. He is on the right path but he will not fulfil himself or become truly great as long as he does not visit Me.”

After Baba Had left America in 1931, Malcolm had sent the young Indian Theosophist Guru Krishnamurti several press clippings about Baba’s visit, suggesting that him to write directly to Baba in India.

Krishnamurti replied from Ojai, California, on 18 March 1932:

It is very good of you to have sent me newspaper clippings regarding Meher Baba. I do not see how I can write to Him as I have nothing to say to Him, but I hope I shall meet Him some time, either in India or in Europe. I hope you understand that it is not rudeness on my part not to correspond with Him, but I really have nothing to say. After meeting in person, perhaps we can correspond with each other.

 

 

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KRISHNA GUARD.

(Saint from Sadhaura)

On 10th August 1946, Meher Baba a made remarkable contact in Sadhaura was a mental conscious adept called Krishna. The man had worked as a guard at the railway station but was so absorbed in Lord Krishna. He would write "Radha Krishna" on walls wherever he went and constantly uttered these two names aloud. Once, Krishna was so engrossed and enraptured in offering devotional bhajans, he failed to show up for work on time, and the train left without him. However, some people actually saw him on the train, while others claimed he had been singing bhajans the whole day. To corroborate the facts, they went to his supervisor, who brought out the duty book and found that the guard's signature had been signed at every station. When asked about this strange occurrence, the guard offered this explanation: "Lord Krishna looked after my worldly duties while I was busy praying to Him." Thus the guard was called "Krishna," and he subsequently retired and spent his whole time contemplating his beloved Lord Krishna.

It was at this time that the incarnate Krishna met this guard of his in Sadhaura and pierced his heart until it would not stop bleeding!

Baba had been hunting Krishna for two days. Early in the morning of August 10th, (1946) Baba heard the mast chanting "Krishna, Krishna," and hurried out into the road. When Krishna saw Baba hurrying toward him, instantly he began running toward Baba. When they met, they embraced with such intensity that they fell down and rolled together on the road, locked in a tight embrace. Krishna wept when he held Baba, and Baba appeared very happy to have contacted him.

The mast's one-pointed love for his beloved Krishna drew the divine embrace of the incarnate Krishna.

 

 

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KIRPAL SINGH

(Spiritual Leader of Sikh)

The spiritual leader of the Sikhs, Kirpal Singh, met Meher Baba in Delhi in November 1952. On occasion, Baba would remark that Kirpal Singh was a saint and very dear to Him. Of all the saints and yogis in India, Baba would say that there were seven who were very dear to him and he always mentioned Kirpal Singh’s name as one of them. (Kammu Baba and Gadge Maharaj were two of the other saints, but Baba did not name the other four.)

Burjor Gai of Delhi was sent a copy of God Speaks to give to the saint, and at this meeting Kirpal Singh expressed his desire to have Baba’s darshan again, since he would be going to Poona which was not far from Satara. Baba gave his permission.

Soon after, Kirpal Singh arrived in Kalyan. On May 14th, Eruch was sent to fix the time for his meeting with Baba. On Friday, May 18th, Kirpal Singh came to Satara with two of his male followers and one woman and met with Meher Baba in the Judge’s bungalow at about 9:30 A.M. Baba was standing on the veranda and lovingly embraced the saint. Catching hold of his hand, He took him to His room, signalling the others to wait outside, except for Eruch who was interpreting Baba’s gestures. Baba sat on His usual seat and beckoned Kirpal Singh to be seated. With folded hands, Kirpal Singh said, “I am so very happy and fortunate to see you.”

Baba replied, “I am the Lord of the Universe; I am in everyone and am everything. I know everything and yet, simultaneously, I know nothing”

“That is the mark of real greatness,” Kirpal Singh interrupted.

“It is all of you who are great; I am but a slave of My lovers. I feel truly happy when I get opportunities to wash their feet. My delight is to embrace them. I am the Ocean of Love.”

Baba stood up and patted Kirpal Singh, who also rose immediately.

Baba asked him to sit down, but he remained standing reverently until Baba was himself seated and resumed the conversation. “I am very pleased with the work you are doing,” Baba began stating. “It is I who, through you and others, do My own work.” Kirpal Singh said, “How can people be expected to take interest in spirituality unless they have had some experience? Some miracle should be performed!”

In an emphatic tone, Baba replied, “Although it is good to have inner experiences, it is very dangerous to attach importance to them. If the aspirants are not pre-warned, then even petty experiences prove treacherous and hinder steady progress.” A day before, Baba had stated, “He who knows everything, displaces nothing. To each one, I appear to be what he thinks I am.” Baba instructed Rano Gayley to write this line out in large print, and the message was hung near Baba’s chair. Baba pointed to it and explained to Kirpal Singh the true significance of the spiritual path. Baba then cited two examples among his own followers who had had experiences. He told Kirpal Singh, “They now have their own followers and groups, and are initiating newcomers. Although they still love Me, they have their own independent way of life.”

Baba emphasized, “Such irresponsible practices based on petty experiences are harmful both to the initiator and the initiated.”

Kirpal Singh interposed, “But if the experiences are utilized for the progress of the aspirants?”

“What I am pointing out is not meant for you, but I do want you to realize how petty experiences can trap aspirants and lead them astray.”

Baba signalled for a copy of Sobs & Throbs, Ramjoo Abdulla’s book, describing the Prem Ashram boys’ experiences. The moment Baba stood up; Kirpal Singh also rose and stood near Baba. Baba embraced him once again and asked him to sit down. He remained standing, however, as a mark of respect. Baba opened the book and showed Kirpal Singh the photographs of the boys who had had inner experiences.

Kirpal Singh innocently remarked, “At that tender age, it is not difficult for boys to have such experiences.”

Baba expressed surprise, “Tender age?” Smiling He said, “Age, whether tender or ripe, has nothing to do with experience gathered by the Self, which knows no limitations of age.”

Baba then drew Kirpal Singh toward Him and, taking his hand, led him to Kaikobad room, telling him, “You are now going to hear something from an old man about inner experiences.” Baba sat on Kaikobad bed and asked Kirpal Singh to sit nearby.

“Kaikobad,” Baba explained to Kirpal Singh, “is My old lover and has had many inner experiences. Sometimes he tells Mme about them, but I do not understand. Perhaps you will understand what Kaikobad has to say.”

Baba permitted Kaikobad to relate all that he had experienced, requesting Kirpal Singh to hear him patiently, since he would speak in an odd mixture of Hindi and Gujarati languages, because Kaikobad did not know Hindi properly.

Leaving Kaikobad and Kirpal Singh alone, Baba left the room and joined the three devotees who had accompanied Kirpal Singh to have Baba’s darshan. Being in seclusion, Baba would not permit them to bow down to Him, but He patted each in turn and sat down on the steps of the Judge’s bungalow, while each was introduced to Him.

Meanwhile, Kaikobad narrated his experiences to Kirpal Singh, who commented, “Such experiences could only be had with Baba’s blessing! I have had no such experiences!” After hearing what Kaikobad had to relate, Kirpal Singh joined Baba. He was invited by Baba to sit in a chair but preferred sitting near Baba on the steps. The party had brought a movie camera and desired to have some footage of Baba and Kirpal Singh together, which Baba allowed. Baba then ordered Kirpal Singh’s followers to “hold fast to the daaman of Kirpal Singh and follow his instructions with love and devotion.”

Once again, Baba embraced the saint, who reciprocated with deep affection. One person in the group asked Baba to pay a visit to Delhi sometime soon. Baba, nodding His head, accepted.

One naïve person from Poona then invited Baba to pay a visit there and hear Kirpal Singh’s discourses. Baba replied, “I continually hear everything at all times from where I am.”

Again embracing Kirpal Singh with great love, Baba led him back to his room. Picking up a slip of paper from one of the tables, Baba handed it to Kirpal Singh. On the paper was written in a bold hand “15 Feb. 1957.” Baba asked, “Would you like to spend the night of that day with Me?”

“Willingly,” Kirpal Singh replied, “if I am not out of India.”

Baba indicated, “That is your lookout.”

Joining both hands in respect, Kirpal Singh replied, “Baba, I leave it in your hands.”

Baba said, “Should you be in India then, I will send Eruch to bring you to spend that night with Me.”

Kirpal Singh agreed and put the slip of paper in his pocket. Embracing him once more, Baba led him by the hand outside. Before taking Baba’s leave, Kirpal Singh requested that he be allowed to go directly to Poona without stopping at the travelers’ bungalow where Eruch had met them that morning. This made Baba happy, and permission was given, it being in accord with his usual custom.

As Kirpal Singh and his three followers were nearing their car, suddenly one of them remembered that they had forgotten to present the basket of fruit to Baba. Laughing, Kirpal Singh remarked, “We have forgotten everything because we are here in a different world!” Baba accepted the fruit with love and Kirpal Singh received another embrace. The party was about to be seated when they remembered that they had also forgotten the box of sweets for Baba.

All laughed joyfully, saying that it gave them another chance of seeing Baba. Finally, the car was driving off when Eruch remembered that Kirpal Singh had forgotten the copies of Sobs & Throbs and The Wayfarers that Baba had presented to him. He managed to stop the car on the roadside just in time and handed the two books to Kirpal Singh

 

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KAMMU BABA

(Saint from Bombay)

Kammu Baba had spent his younger years as a night watchman for Sai Baba. His wife, Sakina Banu was disciple of Babajan from childhood. She was Maratha Muslim from Poona. When she was orphaned, she considered Babajan as her father and mother. When Babajan asked her whom she wished to marry and what she wanted –amiri or fakiri (riches or rags)? She instantly replied Fakiri. Babajan said she would marry her to a fakir (a poor man). Babajan arranged her marriage to Kammu Baba. The couple had a son but he died young. She returned to Babajan depressed with this loss. The old women said “If he were alive only he would call you mother; but now the whole world will call you mother.”

Kammu Baba had his base in the distant suburb in Goregaon in Bombay. Like Sai Baba, Kammu Baba also spent a lot of time in his ablutions. Kammu Baba used to say, “Chal Sona rupaiya  ... Nikalne ke liye’’

Once accompanied with his disciple Bhogilal Kammu Baba went to toilet. After 15 minutes wait, his disciple asked him to come out. But saint asked him to wait. When he came out he said, “It was raining heavily on Sukra (Planet Venus). If water comes on the earth, there will be large scale floods. I tried to avert it by urinating.

Kammu Baba, a great saint from Bombay had been with Sai Baba. For several years, Baba had been indirectly contacting this highly advanced soul through Roshan, who was studying in Bombay. Baba would send her instructions to contact Kammu Baba and give him a certain message, and the saint would dictate a reply.

Once Baba sent Roshan's sister, Dhun, to the saint. Meherjee brought her in his car from Poona. According to Baba's instructions, Dhun garlanded Kammu Baba. He removed the garland and returned it to her, telling her to garland Meher Baba with it. When Dhun came to Meherazad, Baba wore the garland and handed it back to Dhun to preserve.

In 1955 (or 1956), Baba sent word to Roshan that she should contact Kammu Baba one last time and then not go to him again. Although Baba would often mention Kammu Baba as one of the seven saints in India who was very dear to Him, he never physically contacted him.

Kammu Baba, who deeply loves and reveres Me, has written a letter requesting Me to free him of all burden and take him near Me. I replied to his message, by saying he should repeat My name constantly and should not forget to take it when he drops his body. When I say I am the Only One, I mean it. Christ also said the same thing when He said, "I and my Father are One!"

There were many Parsis who were against Meher Baba, but the only true saint realised His worth and Avatarhood. After Baba dropped body in 1969, one or two came with news paper cutting and showed it to Kammu Baba as they believed in him. He said now there will be time when people will be saying only Allah, Allah Baba, Ba Ba Ba. Like sheep bleating, everyone will be in rhythm saying Ba Ba Ba (referring to Meher Baba)

 

 

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ISHWAR SINGH

(Saint from Dehradun)

In Dehradun Baba wished to contact Ishwar Singh. Since Baba has decided to fast for a week on water mixed with lemon juice and sugar. He first consulted his doctors Donkin, Nilu and Goher, who said it would not drastically affect his health, and they promised not to interfere with his wish

To contact Ishwar Singh through proxy touching Baidul's feet twice, Baba instructed Baidul to go to Ishwar Singh and bow to each of him.

After seeing the saints and bowing down to them, Baidul returned and informed Baba. Baba asked him, "What did Ishwar Singh say?"

"He asked me who Meher Baba was."

"How did you answer?"

"I told him he was a great saint."

This upset Baba terribly, and he stated at length:

Do you take me for a saint? Is this how your heart speaks? Had you said Baba is an ordinary man, I would not have felt bad! After thirty years of association with me, you still call me a saint?

Truth and honesty demanded that you should have told him that you don't know who Meher Baba is, but still you have accepted him as your Guru. Were this question put to Dr. Deshmukh, he would have immediately replied that Baba is the Avatar! I do not mean that you should have declared that. You could have safely said that I was your Master.

What was the idea in telling him I was a saint? I am not a saint! At the moment there are a number of saints in Dehra Dun, Hardwar and Rishikesh. Here on Rajpur Road (the locality of Baba's residence) are four saints – Anandi Mai Mangat Ram, Ishwar Singh and Miran Bhai. Only yesterday, I explained to the mandali about saints, in the words of Kabir:

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INAYAT KHAN

(A fifth plane Sufi Master)

 Born : 5th July, 1882 - Gujarat, India

Died : 5th February,1927 - Delhi, India

Married : Amina Begum

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

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