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et me offer my humble apolo gies for the lateness of this issue. One thing thatMeher Babawould nottolerate was unpunctua1itThis is always uppermostin my mind as I strive to get the magazine together and out to you on time. Alas, that it not al ways possible. My Mother just turned 90, wanted to go to India one last time. She has been many times before 1961 the first and 1994 the last. She lives by Avatar’s Abode in Queensland, Australia, so I told her to meet me in Mumbai and we would go to Amar tithi together. It was a first for both ofus, and what an experience! It would seem there are Amar tithi Junkies those who go back year after year to get what it has to offer. Others, like myself prefer their communion with the Beloved to be a quieter, more private affair, and so go when the crowds are at their lowest ebb. However this is becoming more and more difficult. The crowd of eager lovers grows each year. Why, Upper Meherabad is now on the route of a tour bus to various spfritual sites in India! But I feel Amartithi is to be experienced at least once in your pu grimage years. Itwas unlike anything I could have imagined. And that is why this April issue comes to you in May! I was over there covering it for you instead of here in Los ngeles gathering all the other stories together. One of our LampPost staff Betty Lowman, was also there. We were seldom without camera in hand, so we do hope you enjoythe large section on Amartithi.You will not find much writing, as we felt it to be best experienced by the heart and the eyes. Hopefully some small measure of what we all felt and saw this 30th Amartithi will be imparted from these pages. A very special moment for me was when we got the message that Meheru would like my Mother to sit with the Mandali on the Mandap (the stage across from the Sa —

madhi in front ofBaba’s Room) during the 15 minute silence. A great honor indeed. Prior to myleaving for India,Tom Hart, another staff member, suggested that since this May marked 10 years since Baba took His Beloved from us, it would be a good thing to create a spe cial tribute to her. Many of our readers have expressed their appreciation for the memorial issue we did on the passing of His sister, but sorrow that we were not able to do the same for Mehera. In this issue we try to make amends for that omission. While in India I asked Meheru if she would be able to write about something Mehera for us. We are deeply appreciative that, as busy as she is, she was able to make the time for a really beautiful article for us. Meheru, as most of you may know, is Mehera’s niece, and at Baba’s request, served her beloved aunt for most ofher life. While I was in India, Kacy Cook, who has lived since 1972 in Meherabad, visited “Meherabode” and spoke at our Center about the ‘old days’ with

Mehera. I was disappointed to have missed the talk, but very happy to learn that Marc Brutus had recorded it in its entiret Advertising on the Baba List Serv for a tran scriber, Michael Ivey eagerly offered to do it, typing 18 pages in all! It was then edited down to the fascinating account you can read herein. The response to our request in the January issue for your yearly donations to support this maga zine was most gratifying. Wendy Ward, one ofthe volun teers who helps handle the mail, had the heart warming task of reading all your letters and turning the checks over to her hubby Rob, who entered them in our data base. The majority of those who did respond, did so with a check over and above the $ 10 that would just cover the bare cost of a year’s issue per person. But almost more than the money enclosed, were the letters you were moved to write, telling us just what the LampPost meant to you. IfI had the time I would respond to each and every one of you who wrote your letters were so beautiftil. Alas, that is not possible, so please, you know who you are know that you are thanked from the bottom ofour hearts. A spe cial thank you to Sufism Reoriented for your very generous donation. “Without the LampPost, how would we find Love Street?!” wrote Mark Trichka and Lisa Brande songwriting husband and wife duo. —

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The 3Ot Amartithi, Meherabad January 31st 1999 By Dma Snow, Los Angeles They say that things that are rare happen nce in a blue moon.’

e have since discovered that the term simply describes the second full moon in one month. But attendees at this very special Amartithi were not ready to write it off as mere coincidence that it was a Blue Moon the day our Beloved was laid st to rest in His Eternal Peace January 31 th 1969, and it was again on this 30 Anniver sary. Meherabad was lit up like a carnival ground, but the glorious full moon in a sparkling star filled sky provided an aura of magic.

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Watching the pandals go up was a treat in itseffi It took days, & literally miles of cloth were used. The stage was beautiful, with an exquisite backdrop of Baba and a rainbow painted by Catherine Cox. Once the show started, it was not empty for even a minute over the 48 hour period actually it was al most three solid days of performances. Hugh andJeannie Macdonald put in some heavy hours at the side ofthe stage on microphone and technical sound support. The metal guardrails weretaken down at the train crossing, and the spaces filled in by the tracks to make it a level crossing. What a time saver! Prior to this the rickshaws had to go through Arangaon village to get up the hill! There was a continuous stream of cars, bikes and people crossing back and forth as most of the commercial stands for food and Baba trinkets were on the PC side ofthc railroad tracks.

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I would have tho Compound in Ahmednagar. .) day, cial g love is spe , it’s I would feel exhausted from the lon “Amartithi is Amartithi. It’s hot a y: man Ger adt, from mst s Dar Thi ge, ple. Lan the dust everywhere. But not at all! It was Dieter dusty there’s a million peo t ap righ es us overheard in good experience. Afterward I had a nap Amartithi is a special time: it mak a 26-year veteran ofthe event, nd es! ednagar in preciate being able to be here at other tim on the hiIl for a couple ofhours. My frie the Registration Office in Ahm ian spot Ind y man so usee tho to le, ful eop der ofp Mohammad sat all night long in one But it was won early February Thousands I t see. Amartithi. near the Samadhi. lovers ofBaba, which we usually don sands ofthings to be said about the side out r; ng eve sitti than an ple wom saw an old This year there were more peo John Migliorisi, St. Petersburg, FL, e flowing down her face. y do they wer Wh . rs tyet h the Tea ties i. dus adh the Sam as itw y ainl cert USA: I helped Flint and Hughie wit silence, in bliss it seemed. lling night in ave k, ng oftr wor t sitti rs stan rigo was con ly the She g fair vin was It bra . e, com sound system any n see er ill nev had ing I fall , g; vin und It was very mo and day, sleeping on the gro the 28th installing wiring, setting up ng in had a kind of beauty from wdi She cro , . tion that with aus like exh g or thin flu s, cold with speakers on the 29th and continuing a ath, bre e. a , crib pse m. We you cannot des amongst so many for a glim maintenance throughout the progra while we in ten Lis ia: meals, i? tral sing adh Aus mis Sam es ne, sba the etim in Bri t som momen J ohn Adams, hill for two or three worked all day, ld to wor the the und me aro For ld. from cou ers we lov n a the whe ask Bab catching a nap Standing up on i 1999. tith umar just I tho ofA felt and I ds nce dre that erie hun was exp g t r par chin thei share really wonderful nights running wat dow of A: n, it occurred to me US , sha OH dar , for at.ti in ncin file Cin might be getting a tiny taste, or a sha ds t, san ber Sei Max tdali plan man n, the sha hat Dar Sisal ofw s, ver the day Uni few ing a taste, in these that Baba is giving The high point for me was dur of thai a nds Bab usa ing tho in y serv in dut lity on ears itua was went through fory ing the seed of spir lence at noon onjanuary 31st. I ething had die and be reincar I will and i ls adh sou se Sam The the constant activity with no let up, som e rts. osit hea opp in at the cab e was a ther thi ally arti ntu eve Am il to my unt wd So be cro e. the always to be don nated around the glo a wonderfiil view down across yI who bus h so eart I was the st. of of t mo sea for par a ry stage. I saw little different than will be souls in eve Baba’s picture on the for link n, sha that y dar carr for i of adh and i et adh Sam carp didn’t go in the have been in the Sam h Baba behind it all. A people, wit quietude dur and there will be a universal instance. But I really felt that the feeling of e tar, yth Ava ckb stru the to was I humanity. s the globe. dren settled being in the Samadhi was for those day flowering of spirituality around ing that time. Even the chil d aba her Me of le was who thi the arti A: The panded to include down after a few minutes. Am James Corbett, Cocoa, FL, US ng goi I’m e. tim le the who ns, dow ticked me hillso I was in it the like a lifespan it had its ups and babies crying during the Silence . the ugly ing Dur the to try to come every year now. and p. good, the bad off. Also people fell aslee , a group of USA: Kathy Williams, Los Angeles, CA night, at about 3:00 am. when Boba Anderson, Chicago, IL, to t the wen on ul ing Ma n play ly whe and I felt real USA: I felt it so much musicians were singing This is my first time here and I got up on Baba, and I thought, now Mani is gone, and , the cing en dan giv like was I felt . t pate Ijus tici e, par stag very honored to od, now thousands i for a time, Baba’s blood is gone, His family blo the stage and danced in front of chance to be inside the Samadh ed year lov this I nd d. fou I s goo d up. Thi it won’t be the same. But of Baba lovers. That felt removing the flowers as they pile her athig gre e a , ofth ion one re stat to me. The there is more Manife Amartithi, LOVED it. It’s felt like an incredible privilege of ing feel The rs. n’t ers who did Amartithi than past yea est experiences of my life. were so many Indian Baba lov on, tati ifes man totally hon , USA: Baba, of the people, of get that chance that I did. I was Armin Kraemer Sunnyvale, CA a thoue Som de. insi i love adh ing Sam high...High...HIGH!!! Only I miss elm the s walking toward ored. I felt overwh lady a saw I h to take wit was in a sand times Maui. people would ask for a flower waving her arms in the air, like she I rts. hea r thei I the all h then wit But us them and thank For me, being on Meherabad Hill all trance. It was amazing to see. e wer re The . ’s dilove Baba the the h at like y is wit i was overwhlemed nights and days ofAmartith think she threw up. 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hile translating and proofing Meher Baba’s works is never a cup of tea, God Speaks manages to cha llenge all of ones resources. The French transla tion had been in preparation first by José Chelkoff ofAntibes for several years, and then her work in turn was revie wed and modified mostly from a styling stan dpoint by several persons from the French groups. The copyright of God Speaks hav ing been given to the Sufis years ago when Murshida Duce took on the prim ary re sponsibiity for the final editing and publication, the right to translate and publish remains in the hands ofthe Sufis. They in turn have their own stable oflangu age spe cialists, so after an original translat ion has been made, it in turn must pass mu ster by the Sufi experts. This can be very exacting, and the French translation was no exception. This resulted in long hours of head scratching and detailed disc ussions of many points, to the extent of rewriting totally the Supplement. But the translation is only the beg inning of the story. The publishing is per haps even more challenging, as it becomes clear very rapidly that it is of no great value in a public sense to have translated and prin ted a book if the means to get it into the publ ic market place is lacking. There is a good deal of stor age space in the world devoted to wel l-meaning projects of publishing various philosophical works that have grea t merit no ioubt, but which lack this essen tial public ink. The works devoted to Me her Baba, lespite the love and care that goes into all of hem, are often consigned to a hop efully dry torage point, and left to the wave of devo ion of the future that an avataric advent invitably arouses. The effort to find and solidify a strong ublishing and distributing contact in France oes way back into the early 70s when a iendly relationship of Claude Lon guet in aris turned up the first solid lead, in this ise to a well-known translator and mystic [5 own right, Jacques Weiss. Despite his putation and literary connections, the pubhing end did not flourish, and at his death, ompanion Books decided to pub lish pri tely the French translation of Liste n, Hu anitywhich Weiss had preferred as a first

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sponsibiity, acted under an intu itive jab from Don and made a personal call at the offices where the “tentative” was being pursued. Instead of the boss-man, she ran into his wife. You know of course what can happen when two women get together, and it happened again on this occasion. The wife thought the husband would be really interested in Babas charts if he just sat down and concentrated on them. The inevitable happend of course. When Baba turns the key ever so slightly, not even the most hide bound publisher can resist. He accepted, and the negotia tion was clear and short-lived , the only question then really being the date of ap pearance and the binding, whi ch also meant the translation ofthe title . If you’ve never had to face up to what God Speaks sounds like in a foreign lang uage, you should try it out one day. The resu lt is not obvious. In English it is not exac tly an easy home run. In fact, the French introductory effort for Baba in Fran gro up ce. involved in the translation and pol ishing, had Nevertheless, immediate wor k was warned that in French, it sounds a good bit started on the translation of the Disc ourses, tougher than in English . with Francois Lemétais eventually turning Claude Longuet gave a lunch out a generally admired and competen for the t work. publisher and the translating team in his However, this was not until the usua l amount Paris apartment. All was silence when, after of difference of viewpoint on how and what cheese, Mr. Trédaniel opened up his briefto translate had let a considerable amount case and took out the English copy of the of blood onto the surrounding landscape. work and looked long at the title. God This work, when completed, was also pubSpeaks, “he read out. A pause. Eve ryone held lished by Companion Books. his breath. Then, ‘Dieu Pan e. Another You would think that about this point pause. Still no one breathe d. “Why not?” Ev the Avatar would turn the key and the next eryone let out his bre ath in incredulous step would happen miraculously. Not at all! amazement and relief. He can be very tough on occasion before he Do you think that was the end turns that opener even a very little of the bit. Anstory? Baba rarely lets one off that easily and other two years elapsed with a very fine pubdefinitively. Only a few days late r Trédaniel lisher deeply interested, but afte r many realized that with that title, if he put Baba’s months of deliberation, and incidental ly the photo directly undern eath, he would have development of a fast friendship that looks an impossible problem in the pre sent atmo as if it will be a forever one, the publisher sphere in France con cerning sects. decided that his Islamic clientele would be Several highly publicized allegati very deceived if he printed a book ons of in which mishandling of funds and human beings, the writer is mentioned as being TH E Ava culminating in a small mass suic ide/murder tar of the age. tragedy involving predictions of the end of The search started anew. Another year the world, had set France s public attitude of tentatives, and the tentative was about to literally on edge. Tré daniel was not about to be abandoned when one day Francoise risk putting his head into that lion’s mouth. Lemétais, again carrying a full load of re The hunt was on to find a new cover design. “

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Freeing Up Emotional Energy hen Meher Baba reoriented the Sufis in 1952 He made each mureed again take a vow which included among other things a provision for trying to achieve strict honesty. This was the most troublesome of the components of the new commitment, as each aspirant began to recognize the frequency of deception and dissimulation in his daily life. Neverthe less, we all accepted it, took the new engagement with the murshida and promised ourselves to try to fulfill it. The first weeks were sheer hell. Imagine contemplating telling your wife you think she is a terrible cook because she burns the breakfast toast regularly; or your boss that he is incompetent because he hasn’t even a beginning grasp of accountancy. And if you are a doctor, what do you say when the pretty young housewife sitting before you with a baby on her lap has inoperable cancer? Worse still for me, a new experimen tal roofing product I had just developed had flopped miserably on the Orange County Fair Grounds reroof ing project. Did I tell the cus tomer the truth and offer to pay the $ 100,000 for labor and materials already used? In fact I did, and we experi

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Companion Books Now Listed at Amazon.com ver the years Compari ion Books has published a number of transla tions of Meher BabWs works, as well as books by Bhau, Don Stevens and Mirek. These are now out there for the world to see at Amazon.com on the World Wide Web. These books are stocked in Denver and sent out promptly to supply orders placed through Amazon. The Love Street Bookstore in Los Angeles, Sheriar Press in Myrtle Beach and Compan

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annual Rocky Mountain Sahavas for Beloved Avatar Meher Baba was held February 12-15, celebrating Valentine’s Day with the King of Hearts. This year’s Sahavas (which is the give and take of His Love) was held at a spendid lo cation, La Foret, in the Black Forest region of Colorado Springs, Colorado. La Foret is a church camp, with the stately pines and a columbine blue sky framing snow-capped Pike’s Peak. The grounds, cabins, main lodge and sweet atmosphere reminded many of the Meher Center in Myrtle Beach. The Spanish style adobe chapel, a duplicate of the one in Rancho De Taos, New Mexico, and dedi cated to Saint Francis, provided a place to enjoy His Silence. Friday evening’s program began with Arti around the massive fireplace, with Baba and Mr. Moosehead smiling down on us, dear Ms. Deer beaming behind us and carved wooden cougers guarding the doors. .a truly Western Sahavas! Next, we participated in heart-felt round robin sharing of our first encounters with Meher Baba, and the ways we experience and .

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think we know everything, but with Baba, we find we know nothing!” She continued, “All we are is a bunch of sanskaras, so Baba has us clash together. He wants our love; without our love, He can’t do anything. We’ve got to give Him love in order for Him to help us. Baba is addicted to His creation. He comes back for love, over and over again. Baba gives so much love to us, but we cannot receive from Him without later having to give. The first and only thing He really wants us to tell others about is Divine Love. He is within us and everything is within us. All is nothing but God.” Baba said it’s so simple. To follow Him, remember these three rules: “Just love Me. J ust love Me. Just love Me.” When Bili first met Baba in 1952, His love for her was so abundant, it brought up this wonderful image: she once had a much adored dog, who, when she came home at the end of the day, would be so very happy to see her that the dog’s wagging tail would cause her whole body to shake in pure ec stacy. The dog would be rooted to the spot in her eagerness to see Bili. Such was the totaljoy that Baba had at Bils return to Him at the end of a very long ‘day’ of separation. There were workshops on “Don’t Worry” (don’t!), “Faith and Belief” (have conviction and thenjust love Him) and “Intuition” (byingly surrender to Him within, talk to Him, and then listen to Him). The Beloved’s wine shop was opened, wherein flowed beautiful poetry, story and song. We concluded with Arti and Dhuni fIre, consuming all worries and doubts, chased away by the light and warmth of His Being. We departed the next morning, secure in His eternal embrace, minds empty and hearts full, ready to once again be His agents of love in the world. \\

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The Last Judgement by Bill Eaton

You shouldnt go swimming when you have the Avatar.” “But I didn’t go swimming,” I said. “I was typing for Baba.” Still farther on toward the Guest House, we met Eruch. “Bili,” he said, “the whole Center is mad at you. Baba threatens to go back to India because nobody loves Him when they go to the beach while He is here. You went to the beach, and Baba has everyone looking for you.” Again, I explained to Eruch that I had been typing and hadn’t gone anywhere. Still, I wasn’t upset because I knew I had done what Baba wanted. He was creating a situa tion to get everybody in a turmoil. I was just dying to know why. At last we arrived at the Guest House and there was Baba all in white sitting on the sofa in the living room with the whole encampment sitting around looking like the Last Judgement. But Baba was smiling and happy not at all angry looking as cheerful as a birthday cake. I stood in the doorway and smiled at Him, and He smiled back at me. I looked around at the assemblage and saw Margaret Craske among them. He followed my eyes and looked at her, too, with that quick, flashing look that those who have been with Baba know so well. Then He looked back at me -

loved sunbathing and swimming, and I was tempted by the lovely white beach and lusciously warm water at the Center. One morning, Baba dismissed us until lunchtime, and I took this to mean we would not see Him until after lunch. Having nothing to do, not even the usual editing, I decided to go to the beach, and mentioned the fact to Adele and some others, for I was ignorant then of Baba’s ways and expectations of us. However, before I could start for the beach, I was given some typing to do for Baba, and Kitty told me there was a small cabin in the woods with a typewriter that I could use. I suppose I must have typed for an hour or so and when I had finished I started looking for Eruch. I hadrit gone far when I met Meherjee. When he saw me, his face became very red and he yelled, “Where have you been? Baba is angry with everyone because you went swimming. He sent people to the beach with the station wagon looking for you.” “No, I didn’t go swimming,” I replied. “I’ve been doing some typing for Baba.” I kept on walking, with Meherjee grumbling away at my heels. I wasnt in the least dis turbed, however, because I had begun to be a little wiser by now about Baba ways and had an inkling ofwhat was going on. I knew He knew where I was, so He had to be up to something. A little farther on, we met Adi, who said, “Bill, Baba is furious. Where have you been?

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and patted the sofa beside Him, gesturing for me to come and sit next to Him. With great delight, I did, trying not to look like the cat who swallowed the canary. He said not a word about my going to the beach. He had known all along, of course, that I hadn’t gone, and I knew He knew it. And He knew that I knew that He knew it. It was a game, arid He held all the cards. Why He had gotten everyone into such a stew He never revealed to me. But I did learn something from it and I think everyone else did, too. He was saying in effect, “Don’t even think of doing anything else other than to think of Me and be with Me as long as I am around. Even if I say I won’t be around, wait for Me anyway. Take advantage of your op portunity.” It reminds me of the parable in the Bible containing the words, “No one knows when the bridegroom cometh. I spent a beautiful afternoon bathed in His love. From A Love So Amazing Memories of MeherBaba, by Bill Eaton, Copyright 1984 Meghan Blakemore Eaton, Printed in the U.S.A. by Sheriar Press, Inc.

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n the early morning of Sunday, Febru ary 25th, 1894, the long-awaited mo ment of our Age arrived. Shireen was lying asleep in bed at the David Sassoon Hospi tal; her mother, Golandoon, was by her side. Then the midnight gong sounded twelve times u-i the distance. Nurses came frequently to look in on her; the expectant mother was relaxed in a deep sleep. Suddenly, Shireen awoke and told her mother she had had a vision a dream. Golandoon anxiously inquired, ‘A vision? What did you see in the dream, my dear?’ Shireen answered: ‘I saw a glorious person like the sun sitting in a chariot, and his cool brilliance pervaded the atmosphere. A few people were pulling his chariot, while thousands were gazing at him, consoled by his divine radiance. I too was in the procession and marveled at the luster of his face. His light fell on the whole procession and people’s eyes were fixed on him; they could not look away.’ Hearing this, tears of joy come to Golandoons eyes, and she said, ‘Shireen, my daughter, a very auspicious son will be born to you. His name will be spread all over the world. He will be among thousands of people one day and will be carried in grand proces sions, as you dreamt. He will be given spe cial reverence and honor.’ Her mother’s interpretation com fortedShireen and she soon fell fast asleep again. The hospital was quiet. A change in the atmosphere of the planet was about to occur. However much our Age anticipated what was about to take place, it would take many years for mankind to interpret what this change would mean. A gentle sweetness filled the air. In the silence, an unimaginable joy pervaded the hospital. He who pervades was coming! Daily, hundreds of thousands of human beings are born in the world, but there is no discernible change in the atmosphere of the planet at their birth. That Sunday morning the weather was neither hot nor cold; the —

breeze that was blowing through Poona had a different significance. While people slept, the cool breeze gently wafted over them, soothing them in their slumber. Stillness came; the quietude blanketed the city and it seemed as if all the din and hubbub of the world had been absorbed in a state of soundlessness. How our Age must wish that this peace would be ever-present; how happy life would be. Then the birds started singing, piercing the stillness with their songs. There was dis tinct merriment in their voices. How sweet were their songs how healing the effect of their chirping in the stillness of the com ing dawn. If only lffes noises were subsided in their melodies, then truly the soul of man would blossom forth. Shireen’s labor pains started and a Catholic nun was summoned from her morning prayers. Golandoon sat near her daughter, watching anxiously. Sheriar waited outside the hospital room, continuously re peating God’s name, ‘Yezdan. Yezdan... Yezdan. —

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n Sunday, February 2 1st, Shireen fell and suffered a brain hemor rhage. She was rushed to the hospital, but the doctors said they could not save her and that she would not survive. Baba arrived at the men mandalis quar ters at eight o’clock on the morning of Feb ruary 23rd and instructed Chanji to leave for Poona to help his brothers Jal, Beheram and Adijr. deal with the crisis. Baba also warned, ‘My mother might pass on, so inform all concerned in Bombay, Ahmednagar, and elsewhere, to be ready at any moment for the news.’ Chanji left on the afternoon bus and arrived in Poona at seven in the evening. Baba’s three brothers were at the hospital, watching over their mother. Shireen was brought back home on Thursday, February 25th, but she was still unconscious. Yet she had a pleasant smile on her face, as if she were watching something magnificent. That night at 9:40 PM, Shireen passed away, forever merging in the Ocean of bliss, at the age of sixty-five. Baba received a telegram that night and came directly to Poona from Mahabaleshwar. It was late at night when he arrived, but he did not enter the house to see Shireens last remains, but instead stood outside at a dis tance in the lane. Shortly thereafter, he went to Bindra House with Eruch, who had ac companied him. Shireen’s funeral was held the following day, and her body taken to the Tower of Silence. At Bindra House, Baba remarked to Gaimai, ‘It is good Memo died before I came. Had she not died, I would not have allowed her to die, and shewould have suffered greatly.’ Gaimai related to Baba that when Shireen had breathed her last, she (Gaimai) had seen many tiny, shimmering, golden hands emerge from Shireen’s nostrils and hover over her before floating away. Baba’s final remark was: ‘She is now freed.’ Shireenmai! Our Age will always re member you! How blessed you were to have given birth to the Avatar! Words cannot sufficiently praise your fortune. You are the Mother of the Age! 0 Shireenmai, our supreme salutations to you! You will be remembered with Him forever!” Lord Mehei Bhau Kalchuri, © 1980 AMBPPCT, pg. 2851.

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he 30th Amartithi ofour Beloved Baba is behind us, and as May 20th ap proaches, it will be the 10th anni versary of His Beloved Mehera’s reunion with Him. How deeply her heart longed for that day of reunion, yet twenty long years went by that she continued to live with us, smil ing through the pain. Bravely she faced this life, striving ever to please her Beloved in every way she could. In life with Baba, it was such a privilege to see the closeness and love Baba and Mehera had for each other. Any service for Baba, such as combing His hair or clipping His nails, was for Mehera a great joy. Daily when she combed His hair she did it with such gentleness, with her complete concentration on Him. And when at times Baba was in a hurry, she would do it with the same caring and deliberation. And last of all when the braid was cornpleted, she had to tie the little ribbon either blue or pink just so, giving reign to her artistic touch, while Baba, though tapping His fingers impatiently, never tried to hurry her. Witnessing each day Mehera attentiveness to Baba in her service to Him was for me a continuous revelation of her love for Him. But what we witnessed more and more over the years was Baba’s love for Mehera, and the attention He gave to everything concerning her. And how affected He would be if anything troubled her, whether it be her mood or her health. Baba often took us out for walks. In fact, in Mahabaleshwar, with its scenic beauty and bracing mountain air, it was a daily outing. And even when Baba was in seclusion for periods of time, He would encourage us to continue. —

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bumped into Mehera rather forcefully and knocked her down. Mehera hurt her knee, and naturally the game ended when Mehera could not continue. Not to have Kitty feeling worried about I it, Mehera made light of it. But that knee kept bothering her every now and then. A year later when we were in ‘Nagar, staying at Goher’s parents’ house while Meherazad was being rebuilt, I re member that Mehera had a marked limp and, when Baba questioned her, she said that the knee bothered her a little. Baba insisted on Mehera allowing Him to massage her knee, which He did with a lib eral amount of lodex every afternoon. I still have that picture in my mind of the scene of Mehera very shyly and hesitatingly allowing Him to do so, which He did with gentle hands and complete conceri tration for quite a while until the black ointment was totally ab sorbed and the skin the natural colour. This continued daily for a number ofdays till Babaleft ‘Nagar in the heat ofsummer for His mast work. By the time He returned, Mehera’s knee was completely well and never bothered her again, even when we walked all those miles ev ery day in the New Life. This 30th year 1 999 will also be the completion, on October 16, of 50 years since we went on the New Life with Beloved Baba. In F Archive, Sufism Reoriented the months and days of prepara MtherBaba andMehera at the 1952 Saha vas tion leading up to the momentous in MyrtleBeach, South Carolina. day that we would be leaving we could not play, He introduced us to vol Meherazad, so much happened our world. leyball. He would play for a while and then This upheaval was exciting for some and dis go to the men mandali’s side and tell us to turbing to others, but I observed how calmly continue whatever game we were playing. Mehera accepted it all. It was not that she One time during a volley ball game, Kitty was a stoic by nature and did not allow anyand Mehera and others were on one side, thing to affect her equanimity, but I had al and in their enthusiasm to hit the ball, Kitty ways seen at such times when Baba asked 2i


j: anything of Mehera, she showed how unhesitatingly, how graciously she was there for Him. In this period leading to the New Life, He asked for a fme sari to give to someone in the ashram. She immediately agreed and took out more than one for Baba to choose from. Baba took two saris, one for the person and one for another. Mehera happily acquiesced, “Whatever you wish, Baba.” In such instances as this, I have witnessed the unquestioning acceptance of Mehera to Babas wishes, however strange or varied they might be. We all know that Baba was in two auto accidents in the ‘50s. In 1952, though Baba was so badly injured, with facial bruises and fracture of the left arm and left leg (both the tibia and fibula), it was Mehera He thought of, asking that she be attended to first. Baba was so concerned for her, and each day asked after her progress in the hospital. When Baba had His second accident in ‘56, though Mehera was deeply affected, she tried to be as courageous and helpful as pos sible. It was to her that Baba turned for His every personal need, a drink of water or a cup of tea. And she who had never taken care of a sick person would so gently wait on Baha, feed Him and wash His face, pour the water for Him and sponge Him and try to fulfill His personal needs. The pain and suffering He went through affected her deeply. And from then on we felt that for Baba too this was a New Life, a life of extra binding and constant suffering. It naturally affected all His close ones, espe cially Mehera. Often I felt that when we in turn were both massaging Baba in the morning to try and help counteract the pain in His hip, Mehera would get restless and feel the heat. Though Baba was lying with His head on the pillow He would immediately sense her discomfort and ask Mehera to go out in the cool air until she felt all right. I felt it was not just the warmth of the room but also that His pain and suffering bothered her so much. When Baba was doing His work in se clusion, the pressure on Him was always greater. Because of Mehera’s closeness to Baba, it was important that she remain in a good mood. But we noticed that at such times, one thing or another would affect her and disturb her mood, and we felt that Maya, rather than the incident, was the cause. Mehera in her childlike way felt dis

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One of the many memorable moments of Baba and Mehera together, was captured in time for me around the end of His last year with us. Visibly we could see the toll His work had taken on His body, yet there were moments when His divinity showed through the coat that He had assumed. At this time there was another glimpse of His infinite love for Mehera that tran scended the frailty of His health. In Baba’s room, Mani had put on, at His request, a favorite long playing record of qawali singing. Baba was enjoying both the voice of the woman singer and the depth of the meaning of the song. It was a description of the intensity of the love that the mast has for the Beloved, caring not for himselfbut buming in love for God. I was about to enter

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Babas room but stopped at the door so as not to interrupt the mood. Baba was seated and looking down at Mehera with such concentration, interpreting through gesture the depth oflove the song portrayed. And there was Mehera looking up at Baba in complete absorption with the sweetest expression, and a smile on her face. I cannot describe the scene: it was the feeling I got. They were by themselves, complete in their own world, with Baba’s love pouring on her and filling the room. I waited for the record to end, the moment to pass, before entering. To see them together was something so indescribably touching, so beautiful to behold, it was an unforgettable moment captured in time. We felt that the deep pain Baba was going through in those last years was the anguish He knew that Mehera would suffer when He dropped His body. Together with Mehera, we all went through this deep sor row of separation when Baba left His form. How she survived and came out of it could only have been possible by Baba’s sustaining presence and help. Even in that agonizing pain of her love for Baba, like a lost child groping in the dark, Mehera tried to please and obey Him. His last message to Mehera, sent through Mani, was uppermost in her mind: to be courageous and not to worry. This year 1999, on our Beloved’s 30th Amartithi, there was a full moon in a clear sky, a blue moon, which added to that magi cal atmosphere that Babas presence creates. And gazing at the moon brought back memories which could never be forgotten or dimmed by time, of another full moon, in January 1969, when our Beloved dropped His body, and was laid in state in the crypt for those seven days before the interment. Even in that state He was giving, as He had done all His life, giving darshan to all who came. While Meherabad had been practically asleep those many years when Baba lived in Meherazad, now this momentous event shook it awake as thousands from all over India flocked here. Heartbroken Baba byers coming for this last darshan, many with their entire families, often arriving at night and not knowing where to go, what to do. The place was absolutely unprepared to handle this influx; among other inadequa cies, there was no electricity, just a few dim kerosene lanterns, so different from the lights you see everywhere now. Everybody was in


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a daze, only knowing that they had to come, joined as in prayer, unconscious of the time spending the entire morning with the pil that they must come. And in that darkest slipping by. Mehera felt the hours in the grims talking of Baba! period of our lives, the moon rose shining day she spent remembering Baba were not I could not help remonstrating with her. bright and full for those seven days. The sufficient, and she would keep awake as long I knew how much she needed her sleep. moonshine was Gods light of hope for ev When she would finally fall into a deep eryone, and showed that even at such a time sleep, it was so difficult to face the task of everything was in Baba hands, and He was awakening her, but time stops for no one, watching over all. For Mehera and for all and she needed to be up for the next day of us in that state of shock, stunned as we and the next. were, the light of the moon penetrated that So this period after Baba dropped His darkness in ourselves and helped us also as body was another new life that Mehera had only Nature can. to face, a life that for her was the most dif Remembering all this and looking back ficult ofall. But her desire even then to obey even further, I cannot help but recall the Baba and to please Him was what helped presence of the moon with us when we set her to hold on to life, and sanity, and to out on the first walk of the New Life, at 4 survive nay, to fulfill with glowing in the morning, walking from Supa to Sirur. colours this last role that Baba asked of her. How beautifully the moon glowed, and how In this new phase, our daily lives were wonderful it felt in the cool, balmy air to greatly changed. What a cloistered life we be walking with the Avatar. Memories of had lived with Baba and now, how great such moments helped us to look back on was the challenge we had to face! the New Life as being special, and to re Not to be living in the physical prox member that sense of adventure and freeimity of our Beloved, but to be simply talkdom ofjust being with Baba. frigofthose days. Where the focus of people In ‘69 and the early ‘70s, the anguish had been on Baba, it turned now to His of separation from her Beloved was mandali, to hear them talk and tell of His overwhelming for human ways. Mehera. During the Naturally day she tried to oc Mehera had to phy cupy herself with .J a leading role, one work related to which she could :ir I Baba, taking care of never have imagineli His room, His pér for herself. When sonal things, etc. pilgrims began to And we visited come to Meherazad, Meherabad fre l .. .;. at first a few and quently for darshan then in larger groups, and would stay to she felt she had to look over Baba’s receive them, but things that had been when talking of stored in the East Baba, she could not Room. Involvement do so without breakin all this helped, ing down. Try as she but the moment she did, the tears could was by herself, much not be stemmed Lf as she tried not to, whenever she menMehera would tioned Babas name. Photograph by Dave Lowman break down. What a Photographs top and lower right Yet when she was consolation it was by Laurie Brooke able, the times that Baba’s image appeared on the Umar tree as possible in the night after everyone was Mehera spent talking of Baba were happy outside her window. Time would be forgotasleep to think of Him. She would often go ones. Her face would light up withjoy when ten as she would sit by the window sill conto bed in the early hours of the morning, she remembered a certain story or incident, templating His face, with the changing sometimes at 5 am when we used to start and you saw she was with Him still, and the expressions caused by the play of light arid waking up. When we tried to dissuade her, listener felt how present Baba was for her. shadow on it. Even in the night, Mehera Mehera would say, “But when can I think of As one Baba lover wrote of Mehera after she would stand before the window with hands Baba and be with Him?” And this after had gone to Baba: “Mehera’s radiant love —

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for Baba has been like a warm fire on a long, needed to sleep a lot, as though her body cold night. Being with her and hearing of was trying to make up in that short time for her love and devotion gave me a very perall the years of sleep she had not allowed sonal and precious glimpse of the Beloved.” herself. She seemed to forget names of Through Mehera, so many Westerners people, notjust the short-time pilgrims, but and Easterners have felt Babas love and lis people she had known well, who had come tened enthralled to her stories of Baba. often. And we saw she had a problem in When she would sit with Baba lovers, looktrying to convey properly in speech what she ii-ig back in time on those early years with meant. Him, she would glow with pleasure, as she Our last time spent with her in Poona in would describe Baba beauty, or the way He the summer of 1989 was so special. To be looked at her, as though He was standing with her in close proximity, to be able to there before watch over her with her as she re greater attention, was counted the Baba’s gift to Mani, story. Goher and myself. And Mehera when she slept for a always had a while in the morning or very close af afternoon, we could see finity to the how her face seemed to moon. From relax completely and all her window, the lines of strain melt whenever she away. saw the full Mehera was so moon rising ready to say the arti above the morning and evening, nearby hill, sil and before any words of houetting the His prayer which she terple on top, would unfalteringly re she would call cite Baba’s name us, wanting us would come to her lips. to ‘share in the In fact, at other times joy and admire too, Baba’s name would the scene too. slip out before she said We often what she had intended gazed at the to. Photo Archive, , Reoriented full moon and His name was im Mthera on theporch atMeherazaa 1973. tried to see printed on her heart. Baba’s face in Baba was with her, it. In the right conditions we saw Babas proBaba was in her, Baba was her life, and the file looking northwards, and it was so excit photo that captured this secret shows Babas ing to watch. And she always remembered image shining in her eyes. how one late evening Baba called us all to On the last Tuesday evening, when I His room and pointed to His ‘T.V. window’ woke her for arti, to which she always re for us to look at the moon the beautiful sponded no matter how deep her slumber, colored orb of the harvest moon. That day she tried to rise, but was unable to sit up. watching it with Baba, the moon seemed She had gone closer than ever to Baba, and more beautiful than usual, and Mehera al after that evening she remained unconscious ways remembered the episode. to the world, with her eyes closed until the Then came 1989 and that last period last. when Mehera was ill. How could we have On Saturday morning when Goher said known how short the time would be? For the end was near, we all gathered around her, Baba in His compassion for Mehera did not holding Baba photo before her, with Mani let her suffer long. Mehera then became leading the chant of Baba’s name. The men much gentler, sweeter, as the day to day re mandali were also called into the room and sponsibiities had been lifted from her. She joined in the singing. I was fighting inside .

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with Baba to let her remain, but I felt Him not giving way. Suddenly after all those days Mehera opened her eyes. Mani and I held the photo for her to see.

Meheragaze was strong and direcL beyond anything in the room, beyond our vision. Something she was seeing, something sopowerfuL which none ofus cou1dsee, heldhergaze. For those few seconds that seemed like eternity, she looked on with unwavering gaze and then shut her eyes. There was no weakness here, but the strength of the soul reaching the end of itsjourney seeing the Beloved in all His Glory. When she finally went to Baba almost 10 years ago, that night was Buddha Purnima, the full moon, the day of Buddh&s birth, the day of the full moon of BuddhWs enlightenment, and the day ofHis dropping His human form. And this, too, was Mehera’s day of attainment, her Day of Reunion with Her Beloved.

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Through Mehera’s Eyes

Oh Baba You tell us that we cannot see You As You really are But in my ignorance, Ilong to see Thu Only through Mehera eyes

By Lynne Douglas, Walnut Creek

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aba inspired me to go to India for the first time in 1992. Although I had been a Baba Lover since 1979, I had never felt a pull to go there prior to that time. Everyone told me I would be sorry that I had never met Mehera. When I got there, I knew that they were right. I felt very drawn to her. The women mandali seemed to sense this and gave me things and told me stories about her. I remember being struck but the cornment that Mehera followed Baba everywhere with her eyes. One afternoon, kneeling by Mehera’s tomb, tears flowing, thinking about this phrase, a poem began to come to me. I got up to get pencil and paper to capture it and the words just poured out one of those things that seems to write itselfand you don’t even think about it. Then you read what you’ve written and you find its brand new to you too like you’re reading it for the first time! You don’t even need to change a thing. I always felt that Mehera gave me this poem. Mani loved it, and I had the pleasure of reading it to her several times. Heather Nadal told me that Mani had remarked to her that she was surprised that I had so captured Mehera’s description of Baba without having ever known her. Mani later asked me to read this poem at the Meherazad Christmas performance of 1995.

Oh Lynne Doyou knowfor whatyou ask? Mehera were the eyes ofcomplete devotion Doyou think she didnot see Flim As He truly was? Such love comes only by His grace Long onlyfor His grace

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n September 1991 I had this dream while sleeping in the Tree Room at Meher Spiritual Center in Myrtle Beach: I feel pain and irritation in my back over my right shoulder and try desperately to brush it away, but I can’t quite reach it or feel what is caus ing it. I turn my head and realize with astonishment that the sensation is being created by Mehera, who is standing behind me, patiently working at removing a long shaft that pierces through my back, protrud ing out my chest near my heart. The memory of this dream continues to be a comfort whenever I am suffering. It seems to say: Trust the process!

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Tea With Mehera By Nancy Shev, Phoenix, AZ

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hen I was at the Pilgrim Center, February 1988, I had the good fortune to be seated right next to Mehera when we had tea at the table in her house. We were all served tea and some crunchy stuff that also had peanuts in it. All of us were speaking, mostly lingering on every story Mehera shared. After a while, I noticed that she had been placing all her peanuts over to the side of her plate. I don’t know what possessed me, but I asked her, “are you going to be eating those?” She laughed and smiled and put some on my plate. It was so sweet and made me laugh. I was somewhat embarrassed too, but everyone at the table sort of sighed and a few people said, “can I have a peanut of yours too?” She passed out all her peanuts and we all had a laugh. She didn’t skip any beats really, just went right on telling stories. That is such an enduring and sweet memory of her. A little later on the porch, she noticed my camera and szid something like, “would you like to have a picture with me?” I said of course, and here is one of my most treasured photos.


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et me tell you a little bit about my life at Meherazad with Mehera, and try to show you a glimpse of what it was like on the quiet days when the pilgrims weren’t there, because we all know how Mehera would come out on Baba’s porch and would shine for us, but it wasn’t easy for her it was a struggle, because she was a very pri vate person. But the pilgrims would come, and something would happen, Baba would take over and there would just be that magic. But Mehera liked to be alone perhaps because she liked to think about Baba in her own way. You might find her reading a book, orjust doing things around the house, but you always felt she was alone with him, was finding new ways to be with him or something to do for him; thinking about the flowers she was going to offer, or thinking about how she wanted to give Baba’s prasad to somebody nonstop thinking of Him. The house was quiet; there was the most magnificent stillness in the air. It was a vibrant stillness! You didn’t move quickly through the house the way people tend to now. She was always focused, and I felt it that amazing focus, that stillness, that quiet, it was just that concentration on Baba. She would stay up late in the night; Goher would find her standing in Baba’s room talking to Him. Regardless of what she had done all day long she never felt she had given Him enough. Goher would say “Mehera please, it’s time to go to bed!” and even when she went to bed she had to say some prayers Baba had given her. She could not put her head on the pillow, so Goher would very sweetly get some nice warm heating blankets and prepare the bed and make it nice and warm. So after all these hours and hours of standing and thinking about Baba and talking about Baba, finally at 2 or so in the morning she would rest. Mehera felt she could never give enough to Him once she told me she was trying to give back to Him all he had given her. I thought to myself, I have a few sincere moments in a day when I feel that I am with Him or thinking about Him, but this was a twenty four-hour a day thing for

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with, to scrub off the old skin. I still have that rock. She did that with my scooter too. I had ridden a bicycle to Meherazad every day for about a year, and one day she said “When


are you going to get a scooter?” She knew I erything. I was very lucky to have all those was exhausted. And so I said I’d get a scooter. times, so many memories! I found an inexpensive one, it was orange. Mehera never liked to have a picture of And I bought it and I took it to show to her Baba look toojowly, so you’ll see a lot of the and I thought shes going to be so happy I pictures at Meherazad have a little pencil line got a scooter, I can now here and there, making come to Meherazad on Him look a little more a scooter. But she slender. His feet were al looked at it and she ways beautiful and slen said, “Its orange.” And der, and He was still I replied “Iis the only beautiful, but when she’d one I could get.” And see a photograph that she told me, “You have was not so flattering she to have it painted.” Sur couldn’t bear it, so out prised, I asked her what would come the pencil! she meant by that. “It’s She was so adorable. I a Rajneesh color, she feel very fortunate that I replied. In those days had that time. Every af there were a lot of ternoon about 2:30 Rajneesh people flying Mehera would call me in around in maroons and after she’d had her lunch oranges and she dis and she would say, liked the way her beau“Bring Adele to me, I tiful Poona was need to see Adele, or changing, with all the Kendra, or Reggie, or orange and maroon Photograph by Win Coates Lynn.” I would go to get robes hanging in the them and I would invari trees. And she didn’t like us, representing ably find that the person she wanted to see Baba, wearing or having anything that was was sitting all alone feeling a little lost or orange. So I paid another 500 rupees to have whatever. Day after day, she doesn’t know my scooter painted blue. I couldn’t afford it, what’s going on, I thought, she’s just sitting but I did it! She helped us understand that there. But it opened my eyes to understand you do it for Baba. Her reasoning was none how she was so available to Baba in every other than to glorify Baba. moment. When she would be telling a story Then there was the day when she de about Baba, and she knew it was the best cided she wanted to teach me how to eat thing for us to hear, if a visitor came up and chana raw garbanzo beans. So we took she was in the middle of a beautiful story, this nice big hunk ofraw chana straight from she would drop the story, meet the new perthe field, beautiful little green pea pods, and son, make them feel welcome, the whole she sat me down and said “Now this is how thing, then settle down and resume the story. you eat it,” and she showed me just how to She could be sharing a very beautiful Baba open up the pod and have that little chana story and yet she could let it go in a flash, and delight in it. I would think, “I’m sitting then pick it right up as though there had here eating chana with Mehera,” and it was been no interruption at all. It stunned me so ordinary yet so wonderful, everything was how she could do that. just so simple and natural. Mehera would always say how appreciation was so impor Question from the audience: “Baba called tant in life for loving Baba. Appreciating the Mehera the only person who loved Him as smallest things, because if you appreciate He should be loved, but did you ever see her Him, you appreciate what He does, and it’s struggling herself to be a better Baba lover, all His. That means that everything that hapto love Him more, feeling that she wasnt pens is His, the smallest thing that you noloving Him enough?” tice if you attribute it to Him it glorifies Baba, the smallest thing. And she would do I think she was always striving to please that. No matter what was happening she Him more. I mean always and in everything! would always give it to Baba. Always ev I think that she felt that she was trying to “

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give back the love that He had given her. That is an impossible task, so she always felt that she wasn’t loving Him enough. It was something that was of extreme importance to her. I remember an amusing incident at Adi’s funeral, which was held in lower Meherabad. We had said the prayers by His body and all the formality was over. Mehera and I were in saris and I was holding an umbrella next to her. She looked at me and said “How fast can you run in a sari?” “Very fast,” I replied. “Let’s go!” she exclaimed, and we took off! She wanted to go over to Baba’s Table House because this was in the summer, and she didn’t get to Meherabad very often. I think it was May and it was hot, and the wind was blowing, and she’s in this beautiful sari and we get over there and she climbs over that thing in her sari. She gets in and all of a sud den just presses her face against the screen at the table. I’m looking at this scene and she is just lost in the moment lost in her memories ofBaba there and it wasjust wonderful. Just wonderful. But I don’t think she ever felt that she loved Him enough. That’s the thing. He may have said it, but she never felt it. That’s what kept her going. -


ber one time she was gathering hollyhock seeds in the garden. She loved gardening and Baba wanted her to do it, so she gardened for both of those reasons. The hollyhocks had all gone to seed and when you are col lecting seeds you can either collect them all, or you can select only the healthiest ones so the next crop will be strong and healthy too. It was after lunch, all was very quiet; she was by herself and as I came out I noticed her there. All I can say is that it was one of the most divine moments I’ve ever seen in a hu man being. She must have been focused on Baba with such intense concentration! I Question:”Baba mentioned that Mehera looked over and thought “Everything that was the purest soul in the universe. Do you she does, she’s surrounded by Baba. It was have a story of your time with Mehera that such a divine moment and there she was reflects her purity?” collecting hollyhock seeds. She didn’t know I was looking, she wasn’t doing it for anyI don’t know how I can answer that. body. She was simply looking for the best What comes to mind is her eyes, the clarity seeds to grow in Baba’s garden for the nicest and beauty of her eyes. The atmosphere hollyhocks for the next season. what she created. I remem around her Or sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of her offering little flowers at Baba’s image on the tree. These were sublime moments. Mani used to say “Whenever Mehera looked at a photo ofBaba it was a meeting!” Mani, of course, was quite different from Mehera. In my years with Mani, I knew her to be totally adorable and wonderful. But she didn’t have that same quiet divinity sur rounding her. However one morning in May of 1996 a very lovely thing happened. Let me set the stage: In the early days when Mehera would talk about the first time she saw Baba, one of the things that struck her was how thin and gaunt He was; and she would always talk about “His curly, curly, matted hair.” She’d always say that. And the way that she described it made you want to see it so much. I would always anticipate her telling this story and think, Photograph of Mehera by Win Coates “She’s coming to that part,

“You come here for what Baba givesyou now, don bring other stufiyoue here for this, you come for this. Ifyou don want to be here, you don ha ye to be here, but ifyou’re coming for this, be here now. Take advantage ofthe time.” -

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she’s going talk to about His hair. You just knew she that loved that so much. So now here we are in 1996, just a couple of months beeoriented i fore Mani 0 Archive, Sufism passed 1970, Meherazad away. Even though she wasnt well at the end, she would still offer the flowers in Baba’s room for the evening arti. I would collect them and put them in the room. Now lets go to May 23rd. Maui, with Heather’s help, hadjust finished the writing 23 stories complete, for her Dream Book and we celebrated because it was May 23rd! But inside, Meheru and many of us thought “Twenty three? Why twenty three, where’s the twenty fourth?” That evening I had the flowers ready for Mani to offer to Baba in His room, but she came up to the door and leaned against it. She said, “I won’t be offering the flowers tonight, I’ll be forcing myself if I do. So I’m going to go lie down in my room.” I was devastated, I thought, “Oh, God, if she can’t do that, if she doesn’t have energy for that, this is very sad,” (because it was something that she loved to do so much). So I offered the flowers in Baba’s room, then I took a plateful of flowers to Mani’s room, because she would always offer flowers on Mehera’s bed after Mehera went to Baba. So Maui offered the flowers, and I watched and thought, “This is not good, she has so little energy,” I was very concerned. Then we finished the arti and I said goodnight and I went over to my quarters. The next morning I was walking from my little place over to the house because I would come in and start to do work around 7:00. At that time Mani would always be inside having her breakfast. But this day I saw her sitting on the porch. I thought to myself, “This is very odd.” As I’m walking over, I had this experience of an ocean of as if love just rolling off Mehera’s porch in like stories the telling there was Mehera me. overwhelmed feeling This days. early the Usually this kind of stuff just doesn’t hap“


pen to me, but I was overwhelmed with the love just rolling off the porch! So I walked up to Mani and suddenly I looked at her hair. Her hair was matted, matted, and curly, curly, curly. I said, “Have you done something to your hair?” “Well, I put a little water on it” she replied, “and I just pressed it down.” “Mani,” I said, “I can’t help but tell you that it feels like Mehera is sitting here on the porch and your hair looks exactly the way Baba’s must have when she used to describe Him. And it feels like Mehera is sitting right here!” She looked startled and said, “Oh, I wasn’t going to tell anybody. What do you mean?” I asked, and she replied, “I had the twenty fourth dream last night!” She had dreamed, you will read in her book, that last dream, where Baba came into her room. And I thought, “Isn’t that beautiful, she couldn’t go into His room the night before, so in her dream, He comes into hers” Ah me, those were the days. But life goes on. We try to go with the flow, and live in the present. We all sorely miss the old days the days of Mehera and Mani, but we have our memories, and they are so very very precious. We will never let them go. “

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nDecember 1924 Babatook us to Bombay on the night train. In those days there was no direct train, so we had to change trains at Dhond in the middle ofthe night. Baba told be ready to leave by five o’clock and, as it December and would be chilly on the way, He told us to take our warm things and not to catch colds, We got our things ready. and I had my warm, pink knitted coat lying on my packed bedding. My mother loved to crochet and knit, and she had knitted it for me while I was still at school. It was veryloose and came almost to my knees, but it was warm, so I always kept it with me.The pmnkwas a pretty colour, nottoo bright, andithad awhite band knitted into the border. Baba came into our room with a bundle oflightpinkish-mauvecloth inHishand and, to our surprise. He threw this bundle onto the big cotton carpet on our floor still hold-

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ing one end in His hand. Baba then started to wrap the cloth around His head very, very quickly,looking so beautifuiwith a slight turn of His head this way, then that way, until His hair was hidden inside a turban! Baba did not want His hair to be seen while we were trayelling. Then He asked us, “Are you all packed and ready? We have to leave in fifteen mmutes. Have you left your warm things out?” Baba saw my pink coat lying on my bedding and picked it up asking, “Whose is this?” “It’s mine, Baba,” I said. He put the coat on and, because it was knitted, it fitted Him. “This is a nice, warm coat,” Baba said. “Remember to wear it if you feel cold on the

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Babalooked so lovely in the pink coat and pink turban, but before we got into the tonga to go to the station, He took the coat off. Now at night when I think of Baba and remember every little thing that we did with Him, I realize that this was the first pink coat that Baba had worn. Baba always wore white or almond-coloured or very pale-blue coats, not pink ones, but at Guruprasad Baba wore

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ted for me by my mother! We went by tonga from the Post Office to the station. In those days there were very few people at the train station. It was twi light when we arrived, and Baba told us to sit on a bench as we waited for the train, while He began walking from one end of the platform to the other looking so beauti ful in the Kamli coat, sandals, sadhra and turban. As Baba walked He began to sing quite loudly at each end of the platform where there were no people, and softly as He passedus and the others waiting for the train. Babawentback and forth singingloudly and then softly. It was so sweet to hear Him. and it showed He loved music and and how much He suffered in keeping silence for all those years. Mhem, pp. 71-72, © 189 AMBPPCT

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aba said Mehera was His beloved, that He loved her most, that her love for Him was matchless and childlike in its purity and simplicity—and that she was the one chosen to be His beloved in this Advent. He would treasure her expressions of love for Him, and see that she was pleased always. He would tell her, “If you are happy, I am happy. The worldlyminded, who do not know the meaning of divine Love and cannot understand a loving that is not expressed physically, misconstrue the role of a beloved in the Avataric Advent, and wonder if the Ava tar, too, has need for a partner like any other man. Down through the ages, hu manity has witnessed each time the Ava tar comes, He has a beloved: as Ram He had His Sita, as Krishna He had His beloved Radha, as Jesus He had His dear Mary Magdalene. But down through the ages people have wondered, and it’s no wonder that they continue to wonder in this Advent: “Why does the Lord have a beloved when He Himself is the Beloved Lord of all!” Something most insignificant throws light on this most significant question. Baba always went to such an extent to please Mehera and to keep her happy that one day Mani, in exasperation, said to Him, “Baba, if Mehera were to tell you that the earth is square, I guess you would say, yes it is, wouldn’t you?” Baba looked at Mani, and very seriously nodded His head, “Yes, I would.” As Mani recalls, it wasn’t until later that it dawned on her— that Baba loved Mehera in the way that he wanted His lovers to love Him! The Avatar sets the guidelines for humanity in His life, and becomes the gauge by which humanity can measure itself. In bying His beloved, the Avatar perfectly plays the role of the lover, and sets the guideline for all His lovers to love Him, the Divine Beloved.

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around her, laughing. And then He started showing her various “toys” from His creation: “Look at this, look at that.” It was as though He were showing off, like a school boy with a crush. Suddenly, He stopped and pointed upwards to the sky. There was the little planet Earth, beautiful, blue and green. On all the land masses were tiny pinpricks of light glowing brightly. Clearly, He had saved the best for last. As He pointed to it, Baba laughed and cabled out proudly: “Look, Mehera See those lights? Those are My lovers!” -

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was blessed to be in India when our Beloved Meher Baba came to have the last waltz with Mehera. The Ava tar whisked His Beloved from the dance floor as they danced to the music of His Love. It’s resonance and heavenly notes felt to me like Baba’s glorious Opus, echoing the sound of the original whim of God. I heard in my heart a magical combination of the elements of this Love, befitting the end of all cycles. Baba’s Beloved Mehera was the most finely tuned instrument of His Glory, His Godhood, and most of all, His Love. She was His Symphony, Hi Choir. It is Mehera who reached the high notes with definite, perfect pitch. It was she who Had the unblemished sound to sing His true praise. Her lyrical voice was the sym phony of His divinity; she was Baba’s illuminated songbird. Mehera was Meher Baba’s sun reflected so luminously in the full moon. So powerful was her reflection it appeared to control the tide of His expansive Ocean of Love. Mehera Jehangir Irani’s melodious call drew Baba byers to her porch. It was divine, with chords unmatched in the universe- your very soul sensed its’ simplicity as you heard the essence of God’s Love. Her voice af forded complete communion with God. Mehera was the Beloved of the Beloved. 1974 was the year Meher Baba brought me to India. Baba’s Godhood was unques tionable to me, my faith young, and my love for Baba so great, or so I thought! (I was an eager pilgrim, one of those whom Padri re ferred to as a “Lunatic from Baba’s Asylum.”) It was during Amartithi that I received my

fIrst glimpse of Mehera. Approaching for a hug, I was deeply moved. It was, and still remains, a most exquisite moment for me. I treasure my connection, (by Baba’s Grace) with Mehera. My daydreams are filled with memories, experiences, and les sons. Just as we all develop our relationship with Baba, we all have our own relationship with Mehera. It matters not whether we have seen either with our eyes, for it is our heart and soul that cultivates this exquisite, personal familiarity with God and His Beloved. 3j,

This ‘knowing’ ofGod, and the resulting trust and faith in Him, is what Adi calls, “God realization in disguise.” Adi shared with me many wonderful times of his life with God. Adi Kaikushroo Irani, in 1974, told me of an experience he had with Meher Baba and Mehera that explained to me the significance of Mehera’s position with the Avatar: On one of the many walking trips throughout India, Baba gave Mehera the pleasure and company of a horse she named Sheeba. Also, Meher Baba’s Wish and Will for Mehera to be protected from the outside world was strictly enforced, so she was not privy to its demands. She was truly innocent in the ways of the world. One afternoon Mehera sweetly expressed to Baba how much Sheeba would enjoy a special grass to chew. Baba loved Mehera so much, and saw how lovingly she cared for Sheeba that He sent for Adi and asked him to obtain this grass. Adi told us he was stunned by this seemingly whimsical request. He told us Baba knew how little money was at hand, and that the cost of procuring this grass would be prohibitive. As Adi stood before his elder brother’, he became a little upset, explaining to Baba that the grass was only available in a particular region of southern India. He told Baba the three day round trip by train, meals, and the cost of the special grass would deplete their financial resources and waste precious time. Warming to the subject, Adi told Baba one man would have to go and it would leave the ashram shorthanded, delaying much needed work scheduled for completion. Adi became very exasperated. At this point, Adi’s raised voice and disre


spectful tone became too offensive to us— ten to. Baba became very stern with Adi, teuling him it was an order to obtain the grass and to do it immediately! Baba turned arid strode away, leaving Adi staring in disbelief, his anger continuing to rise. What a waste of time and money he thought, and how unnecessary when there was real work to be done. He told me it had crossed his mind that Mehera caused prob lems for him and I made Baba spend money needlessly. He believed Mehera made him, Adi, look like a fool to the oth ers for allocating time and money for ‘silly horse grass!’ Adi kept stuffing his feelings and thoughts for days. His mind whirled like a tornado and he told us he had become trapped in the ‘eye of the storm’ By the time the man re turned with the grass, Adi was fit to be tied. He was given the bundle to take to Baba, who, upon its presentation, asked Adi what was in the bundle. Adi responded, with great irritation in his voice, “The stu pid grass has come, and at more expense than just money!” Baba rose with fire in His eyes! He told Adi he was an ignorant fool and had learned nothing! The look He gave Adi pierced his heart. His shame grew as Baba said, .

“You fool! Don you know that Ilove you foryour sake, but I love Mehera for mine! As Adi finished the story, we sat in si lence, stunned. Tears welled in his eyes, and as one rolled down his cheek, I felt as if I was sitting underneath a great, healing waterfall. A few more moments passed in silence, then Adi told us this was a great humbling for him, and that it had never left him. It was indelibly scorched on his

mind. Adi looked so downcast, I could not break the lengthening silence. As his story swept through me, I could literally feel each cell in my body recognize the mas tery of the experience Baba gave Adi. This knowledge resounded deep within me. The moment of clarity I had while ustening to Adi had become a cornerstone of my faith in Avatar Meher Baba, changing

Baba at her side. She lived every moment for Him. Every morsel of food that entered her mouth was for Him, every song for His ear only. Mehera, through her stories and love of Meher Baba, taught me the wonderful lesson of living in His Presence. I trained myself to be conscious of Baba’s Presence by my side, at all times. At first, I needed to fine-tune the instrument of my imagination, based on His Love! I started with drivingmycar.To be a more careful driver, I always imagine Meher Baba sitting in the car with me. It is a great respon sibility, so I must use caution and great care! When I am riding in someone else’s car, it is Baba who is behind the wheel. When I care for someone, it is Baba or Mehera I imagine I am caring for. When I go to the dentist, it is Baba behind the mask. When I walk alone in the dark to reach my car, I Photograph of Meher Baba and Mehera © Lawrence Reiter imagine I am on my my perception of the world. Through this, way to Darshan, or tea with Mehera. If a my association with Mehera had become an man is encountered along the way, it is al odd mixture ofdiverse elements. She was my ways Meher Baba. When the wind blows favorite aunt, my best friend, and the most deep in the night, and I can ‘hear’ something loving and tender person I had ever met. Yet or someone entering through a broken door, I was so in awe to have had the privilege of I imagine it is Baba coming in from the her person in my daily life. She was wise, storm. deep, and also a very strong person, inno The moon is evidence that a reflection cent and pure. of light is proof of His Love. A beautiful God in Mehera is revealed as she smiles symphony is testament to His Glory. A pre in the embrace and beauty of Divine Love. cious gem can only be illuminated by the It was the musical poetry of His Songbird twinkle in His eye. (Mehera described so elo that was so capturing, yet so freeing. From quently how this twinkle was beyond mea Mehera’s individual notes and pleasing sure.) I make myself remember there is melody I received my lessons. Sharing some nothing without Meher Baba. Nothing can of my lessons with you, on this 20th day of exist without him. That means you and me! May 1999, seems appropriate. It marks the Mehera said so. first decade since Baba and Mehera waltzed away to Paradise together. When I began my relationship with Mehera over twenty-five years ago, I never once felt her to be without

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Our Last Letter from Mehera

Song for Mehera’s Anniversary by Heather Nadel

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(Editor. note: The following message from Mehera wasgiven by her to Gulnar Sukhadwalla for reading to Baba frstern lovers as she visited us during herrecentjourneyhere. It was read out to ourgroup by Gulnarat the LosAngelesMeherBaba Center on April22 1989)

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eloved Baba’s dear children gathered here today, I am happy to wish you all through Gulnar amostlovthgJai Meher Baba. it is so heart warming to know ofyourlove for Baba who, as Avatar of the Age, came on earth to awaken all hearts in love for God. Beloved Baba loved us all very dearly and now we must love Him with all our hearts. In so many dif ferent ways you can show your love for Meher Baba who is omniscient and omnipresent. Remember him in all you do and He wifi guide you to do what is right. It may not always be what you want, but in your love for Him you must ask yourself, “What would Baba want me to do?” and the answer from within you is always forthcoming. Baba says, “The voice of intuition is My voice.” There are so many guidelines to help you do what would please Baba. When you are loving and helping other people you are bying and serving God. And when you love Meher Baba pleasing Him and obeying Him are most important and dear to Him and should be dear to you. When each ofyou tries 100 percent to do as Baba wants He is surely near you helping you. to do so is often not easy, but with Babas help it is not impossible. Beloved Avatar Meher Baba coming on earth as man was to help us on our spirituabjoumey. Know that he does help and guide us on the path to the Goal, which is to Himself. And each one of us, sooner or later, knowingly or unknowingly, must undertake thisjourney. It is our journey to God. And by offering us His Daaman to hold Beloved Baba is making thejourney so much easier for us. So hold on fast to Mehers Daaman with both hands and love Him more and more. You are all so fortunate to love Beloved Baba for it is His love that you reflect in your hearts. Much love to you each and all our dear family, ever in Beloved Baba’s eternal love.

Mehera, He said ‘Z’e brave,” What agift to us thatyou obeyed Andstepped awayfromyour own heartpain to live for Him, to smile again, for us who came so late. For twentyyears He paused by the gate; He was alive in you for us who came so late. Mehera ofthe sparkling eyes, You meant much more than we could realize. Alwaysyoung with an ancient calm, Th be with you was His healing balm for us who came so late. For twentyyears Hepausedby the gate for us who came so late.

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For twentyyears Hepausedby the gate for us who came so late. Mehera, a livingprayei You talked to R]m and we feltHim there. Nowyou’re gone butyourgarden fair; Your love for Him itstillblooms there for us who came so late. He paused by twentyyears For the gate and thrived in you and sighed in you and was alive in you for those ofus who came so late.... He was alive in you for us who came so late.

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BELOVED AVATAR MEHER BABA HAS TAKEN MEHERA HIS BELOVED UNTO HIMSELF ON 20 MAY 1989 MORNING. WHILE MEHERAS BODY IS BEING BURIED NEXT TO SAMADHI ON MEHERABAD HILL AS SPECIFIED BY BABA, THE LIGHT OF MEHERA’S PURE SUPREME LOVE FOR HER ONLY BELOVED WILL FOREVER ILLUMINE THE EARTH AND THE HEARTS OF HIS LOVERS EVERYWHERE.

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Passing On J osephine Ross By Anne Ross, Averil Park, NY How can you adequately describe in words the life of another person? Even a person you think you know well your mother. Especially a mother who was not what anyone would describe as typical. Instead of breakfast, she fed us on poetry; instead of housework, we were treated to the smell of lilacs and walks in the woods... J osephine Esther Ross was born on November 21, 1907 in New York City, the daughter ofDr. Amadeus William Graubau, Professor of Geology and Paleontology at Columbia University, later at the University of Peking China, and Mary Antin, author ofThe Promised Land and lecturer on prob lems of immigration and related subjects. Later in life, she would tell us that it was difficult being the child of two “geniuses.” Although she learned the Hebrew prayers from her Jewish mother (her father came from a Lutheran family) and they kept the Sabbath, she attended a Christian boarding school and there developed a love for Christ which later reflects in her poetry. When she was a young girl, her mother took her to a palm reader who told her “this is the hand of a born mystic.” In November of 1931 at the age of 23, she met Meher Baba at Harmon, New York on His first visit to America.* This experi ence was to have a profound effect on her and she said that she immediately recognized Baba as the living Christ and she became a lifelong devotee. Up until then, she had never written po etry, but after meeting Baba, she said the words just flowed. She describes how He appeared to her: -

Thybeauty, Loro Ic like a thousand blossoms thatlift their fragrantpetals to the night, andali the myriadjewels ofthe stars arepale beside the radiance of Thy light.

She was one of the fortunate few who stayed for the month that Baba was at Harmon. She said that she was given the honor of bringing Baba’s meals from the kitchen to his room and would catch a *

glimpse of Him through the open door. She was thrilled that Baba asked her to stay at Harmon to help with typing until he re turned in the spring, as the house was permeated with His presence. After He left, she expressed her deep longing:

Margarita. He also accepted Baba as his Master and became a life-long disciple. (He is the one who played the bagpipes for Baba subsequent visit to Challa-combe in 1932, mentioned in the English newspaper ac counts.) A few years later Josephine and Kenneth met in NYC through mutual friends who were interested in Baba, and they were innmediately drawn to one another, as she so beautifully writes in her poem: Out ofeternity You come to me; hook intoyour eyes And there Isee Myselfreflected! Oh, in what dim past frf4re we two partec/ Now to meet at last Under these newer skies, In this strangeplace? What destiny now brings us Face to face?

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Istand on a balcony neargentlyswaying tree tops, And a golden summer moon floods the world with her light. Crickets andkatydids fill the night with theirshrill cries; And myheartis lonely. Where is He whom hove more than all eartith beauty? IlookforHim in the stars Andfindhim not.

Prior to this, on His way to America, Baba had visited England and spent 10 days at the retreat at East Challacombe in Coombe Martin, established by Meredith Starr. One of the early English group gath ered there to meet Baba was Mother’s fu ture husband, Charles Kenneth Ross, who was the brother of Meredith’s wife,

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Even though she felt a deep soul connection with him and he told her shortly af ter they met “that he would like her to be the mother of his children,” she told him she wasn’t ready for marriage. He went off for a year to the Northwest Territories of Canada and when he came back and visited her, she said “I’ll marry you now ifyou stiiwant me.” (I often think how near my sisters and I came to not having them as parents, though I’m sure Baba planned for them to be married long before they met each other.) Mother said that she asked Baba if she could go to India with Him and He answered in His own inhnitable way, “If you were a boy, I would take you!” In June of 1937 they were married fri NYC and moved to a five-acre uncleared plot of land in the Pine Barrens of southern New Jersey, about 1 7 miles inland from Atlantic City. Their new home consisted of a one room cabin along with a large tent, no indoor plumbing and a hand pump for water. Daddy started clearing the land (with an axe and a shovel) and started building another room onto the cabin,which was not yet com


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lishing company in NYC as a young woman, and even though she was advised that she would never be able to get a job at her age and after such a long time out of the bustness world, she started her life over again in a city strange to her by getting a job and a small apartment and gathering her family together. Life was never smooth for :-: Mother, and as with others who follow Baba, it seemed as though she was burning up Sanskaras from many lifetimes. She lost all ofher household belongings twice, and suffered much physical distress toward the last part of her life. For much of her adult life, she suffered from extreme mood swings. She never complained even when in obvious pain. She was the epitome of the sign of Scorpio, “the Phoenix rising from the ashes.” About five years ago, while in the nursing home, she com pletely stopped taking in nour ishment and my sisters and I decided not to interfere as it J — appeared that she had decided Photo submitted by Anne Ross that it was time for her to leave her physical body. (She told me that she saw a bright light and heard lb One Who Knows beautiful singing.) Butjust to be sure, I asked her, “Mother, do you want to die, is that why Icannotlook back you’re not eating?” When she answered Font breaks my heart, “No,” I realized that she had not made the Now that we are forever decision and still wanted to live, that she was Apart. not eating because of depression. We started The things we dici her on an antidepressant and she began tak Andthepath we troct ing small amounts of orange juice and then Aregone from me now gradually Rice Crispies and milk, which diet By the W’ll of God she stuck to for months until finally getting His was the wisdom back to her normal diet and coming back to In allyou said life. How could Ithink Though she was living in a nursing home, Thatyou were dead? there were some bright spots in her life. Each ofyour children Once I took her outside behind her buildLike shining fib wers, ing where there were two giant willow trees, Proves to the world a favorite spot of hers. It had been a long God’c Creative Powers. day and I was feeling exhausted from prob And in all ofour hearts lems at work and Ijust sat back and listened The flame ofourlove to her talk. She started telling the story of Willbeguardedand watched her stay at Harmon with Baba and it was ByHis angels above. the most beautiful rendition of that part of She had worked as a secretary for a pub- her life that I had ever heard. I wished that

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t ‘ other Baba lovers could have been there (or that I had a tape recorder with me). When she fmished, I got up out of the chair and found that I was completely relaxed and re freshed, as if I had been there with her at Harmon... on other occasions when she was feeling sociable, she would immediately ask for Bill Cliff to come and sing Baba songs for her. She had her favorites and would severely critique his rendition if he didn’t get it just the way she thought it should be sung. The highest praise she gave him was that he fi nally got The Tavernjust right! She particu larlylikedjeanne ShawFink Coat Songand Manes Open Up the Door Lord and would sing along and harmonize with Bill. Many of the nurses and aides at the nurs ing home asked for copies of her book and would look at Babas picture on her bedside table and ask about it. We felt that Baba had His own reasons for having her there and perhaps worked through her to benefit the staff who provided personal services. Last year in January, while my sister, Rose, was reading the latest edition of Lord Mehoi she said it suddenly came to her that she should take Mother home and care for her. She is a nurse and she was at a stage in her life when this would be possible for her. Three weeks before this, Mother had fallen out of her chair from a propped-up position and landed on the top of her head. She was very bruised and shaken but X-rays did not indicate a break or concussion, though her back bothered her for a long time. We felt that this fall was a wake-up call for us to get her out ofthe nursing home; we are convinced that angels were present to help break her fall or she would not have lived through it. Onjanuary 31st the whole family gath ered and escorted her to the ambulance that would take her to her daughter’s home in Lake Luzerne. Mother was not an easy person to care for and did not like to be moved, fed or changed most of the time. It took a lot of patience and determination for Rose to put her life on hold and devote herself to taking care of Mother for the ten months she lived with her. We had talked it over and we knew when Mother left the nursing home that she might not have much time left, but we wanted her to be in a loving atmosphere surrounded by family for as long as possible, and not to be alone in her last .

hours. She was able to get to know her grandchildren and great grandchildren, and her last hours were spent with Rose and her husband and daughter. Baba’s name was repeated for her and she went peacefully home to Him.

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ormerly of Atlanta and more recently of Myrtle Beach, Joe Harmon passed away December 29th after a nine year battle with leukemia. He was born in Front Royal, VA in 1927. Joe led a very active life. During WW II he volunteered as a marine, and was at Bikini Atoll for 2 atomic tests. He also received many awards from Marine Veterans organizations. AfterWWII he received both his undergradu ate and law degrees from Emory University He lived for many years in Atlanta and became a lawyer, and founded the very suc— cessftul law firm of Harmon, Smith, Bridges & Wilbanks. One of their many clients was the Martin Luther King Foundation and he was also personal friends with Coretta Scott King. He was very active in volunteer work of many different natures, including volunteer legal work representing the poor. He was also involved with the Peace Through Law orga nization. While he lived in Atlanta, he was an early member ofthe local Meher Baba cornmunity started by Charles Haynes at Emory University Joe came to know Baba through Tom Caudle in 1969. For 25 years,Joe was on the Board ofDirectors ofthe Meher Center in Myrtle Beach and served as their legal counsel. He was an expert negotiator and was known for his abil ity to look at the bright side ofthings during great difficulties. Even while enduring exten sive suffering, he continued to ftMiil his role on the Board. He amazed those around him with his continued dedication to the work of the Beloved. He also had a great interest in the caretaking ofthe center and was a volun teer caretaker for a number ofyears. He was buried in Senoia, Georgia, a small rural community south ofAtlanta on January 3. The bagpipes played, while a small group of Marines led the way. Along with his wife Ellen, he left 6 children. There was a memorial for Joe in Myrtle Beach at “Dilruba” at the Meher Center onJanuary 10. Those who knewJoe will miss him. Donations may be given in Joe’s name to the Meher Center.

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book, a book with lots of colorful pic tures of Baba painted by His lovers, by His children, children of all ages. If you would like to paint or draw one or more pictures of Baba in the places or circumstances we find Him in this poem, and you would like your art to be included in this Baba book, please send it to me at the address below. I intend to publish the book within the coming year and to use as many ofyour paintings/drawings as possible. Please do them on standard 81/2 x II” white paper and be sure to include your name, address and telephone number. Please, send all Baba artwork to: Rob Narke, 510 Woodgate Drive, Marietta, CA 30066. I’ll let you knowwhen I receive it, and I’ll keep you posted on the book’s progress. Meanwhile, if you like, you can hear me reading the poem by tuning into Baba’s Home Page. http://davey.sunyerie.edu/mb/ htmllmusic.html I’ll be looking for your loving submissions. Meanwhile, Jai Baba, Baba Everywhere!

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Baba, Baba, Baba who? Baba one, and Baba two, Baba three and Baba four; Baba more, and more and more. Meher Baba up a tree; Meher Baba, just like me. Baba in the ocean too, And in an ocean-drop like you.

Baba coming, Baba going, Baba laughing, Baba knowing. Baba riding on a train. Baba, running in the rain!

Baba-balloons high above; Baba-balloons filled with love. Baba, flowing in the breeze. Baba in a real tight squeeze...

Meher Baba in the sun, Kissing, hugging everyone. Honey for the bumblebee; Sweetly loving you and me.

Baba why? and Baba how? Baba then, and Baba now! Meher Baba on the wall. Listen! Can you hear His call?

Baba, skipping up the walk. Baba signing Baba-talk. Baba tumbling at the fair. Meher Baba, everywhere!

Baba, lighter than a feather. Baba in all kinds of weather. Baba, all at once forever. Baba rolling in the heather.

Can you find him? can you peek? Baba’s hiding... Will you seek? Baba morning, noon and night, Beaming love with love’s delight.

Baba short and Baba tall. Baba bouncing like a ball; Bouncing, bouncing down the hill. Baba on my windowsill!

Baba’s mustache! Baba’s eyes! Baba’s got a big surprise! Can you guess what Baba wants? Can you guess what Baba hunts?

Baba riding on a fly, Smiling as He’s riding by. Baba in a blue canoe; Wave to Baba, “Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!”

Baba-lovers, quite a few; Baba-lovers,just like you! Baba bobbing in the pink bubbles ofyour kitchen sinlç

Baba, just about to start. Baba with a great big heart. Meher Baba all day long, Baba sings a happy song.

Waving, calling with a wink, “Come on in! What do you think?” Follow, follow ifyou dare, Baba, Baba everywhere...

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Baba playing with a goat. Baba in a rainbow coat. Baba, sailing like a kite, Seeing everything in sight. Baba big and Baba small; Inside, inside, inside all. Baba up and Baba down, Baba lost, and Baba found.

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nThursday, October 10, 1998, at about 5:30 pm, Bhau Kuichuri swung the pick (“tickau” in Marathi) to break the first ground for construction on the first 24 condominium units to be built at Meherabad. J ames Cox broke the ceremonial coconut. More pictures of the event are available at the Meherabad Properties Web Site: http:// www.meherabad.com. After seven long years ofendless frustra tions and delays due to innumerable ob stacles, this marks the actual beginning ofthe first private development at Meherabad where foreigners have been permitted to pur chase land and to hold the same in their own names. These buildings will belocated a little less than one mile due west ofMeher Baba’s Samadhi, across an ideal, small windsurfing lake which will probably dry up soon. The design ofthese townhouse-like condominiums has been inspired and helped along byTedjudson, while the actual building is being done by Meherabad Construc tions Pvt. Ltd., Ahmednagar. Model photographs of the buildings going up are also currently available at the above mentioned Web Site. Since I havebeen involvedwiththis project from the beginning, quite a few people have now come up to me to offer congratulations and to tell me that I must feel excited and happy, but for some reason I don’t, it is almost anticlimactic. I suppose I have become numbed by the process and the many, many disappointments, but I am reminded of Baba’s promise to ultimatelygivepeoplewhateverthey askfo; although by the time they get it, it no longer matters. For me, the work itself has become the thing, and I hope by running fast enough, I’ll be able to keep up. Just now at Meherabad, there is a lot of talk and interest regarding future planning and zoning ofthe lands adjacent to the Trust

lands, as well as other nearby lands, the main focus being on how to preserve the special atmosphere here as much as possible. While some persons feel that most ofthe land within a one or two mile radius ofBaba’s Samadhi should be preserved as a green area, and development should be severely re stricted or prohibited by anyone other than the Trust, this is not what Baba had said would happen. On various different occassions, and to various different persons, He had indicated that a city would spring up from the southwest to the northwest of the Samadhi, and building that city is not really one of the objects of the Trust Deed, set forth by Baba. Also most of this land is not now owned bytheTrust, nor does it have an available opening in it’s land ceiling to purchase the same. TheTrustwill, no doubt, provide many public and charitable facilities to the nearby commu nitybuttheTrust cannot bylawbe in the busi ness ofproviding private housing, nor does it have the framework or desire to do so. On the contrary as the charitable activities oftheTrust increase, it will be the private households of Baba Lovers that will provide much ofthe la bor force to sustain the activities of the Trust, just as they do today. However, the form of development that this upcoming city takes is definitely a matter ofconcern for all Baba Lovers, and I feel that virtually everyone would agree that it should be done in the very best manner of which we are collectively capable, even ifwe don’t all agree on what that “very best manner” might be. In my opinion, that simple act of trying to do one’s best to please Baba is the thing that each ofus can do which is the most contributory to maintaining His special atmo sphere at Meherabad, so, while it may be very easy and tempting to sit back and say someone else should do this and not do that, it has been my experience in life, that to influ ence a process by example is far more effec live than to try and regulate that process by some form oflegislation, especially in India. If anyone is interested in more informa lion on this subject, feel free to contact me.

J ames Cox, Post Meherabad, Ahmednagar Dist. M.S. 414005, India Ph. 241-58728, 241-58744 Web site: http://www.meherabad.com

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his morning was crisp, cool and very bright with the low golden sun of early morning clipping the brown high grasses that stand and swaywhere plowed fields used

to be. Birds fluttered from tree to tree, and for a moment I thought I saw a deer leaping through the grass as I have seen on so many similar chilly mornings in Texas, but it was just my imagination, although it could eas ily have been real. Last month, while driving through some fieldsjust west ofthe Samadhi, I almost ran over a spotted fawn crouched in the abun dant tall grass. This one was the size of a baby goat, but had big ears that stuck straight out as it ran first one way, then another much faster than any kid, almost comical looking. We see deer very often now, not too far from the Samadhi, near the small lakes to the northwest. Wildlife in general has prospered with the thick vegetation of an exceptional mon soon, and last week as I was looking out of my office window one afternoon, a large hare hopped out of the grass onto my driveway, sat in the warm sunshine for few minutes, then hopped off My dogs must have been asleep, because they don’t let much get by. About 10 days ago they caught a stray mother cat and killed her in front of the house, but my servant found the 3-week-old kittens and we are raising the three of them on our back verandah. They have been named the Mews, and are rather vociferous with their primary interests. Food. The first morning they were here, I had the idea to take one to the Samadhi, so at Arti time I popped her into my shirt pocket with the head sticking out and took her for a walk, mew mew, mew! She was making so much noise, that I thought people would complain, but hardly anyone noticed unless they saw this small head sticking out over the edge of my shirt pocket with two little paws holding on. When I bowed down, her head also touched the cloth covering the slab. The mewing seemed to have stopped for a minute. I don’t suppose there is any rule against taking kittens for Darshan...yet.


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Last night we sang mostly Christmas carols at Arti and it was, as it always has been, a unique blend of a tropical, crisp, Christmas nip in the air with traditional western carols transplanted onto this dust holy Indian hilltop in the Central Deccan, quite evocative of another time in Bethlehem, 2000 years ago. One new touch this year was that some people made cellular Chrismas phone calls to their friends and relatives all over the world, directly from Evening Arti at Baba’s Samadhi, as the singing continued in the background. This morning four bussloads of His byers left the Pilgrim Center for the traditional Christmas program at Meherazad, although one bus didn’t quite make it, it’s passegers haying to be ferried over the last 2 mile stretch. The crowd at Mehera’s garden was 5everal hundred, definitely more than last year. For the occasion, a richly colored pandal (flat-topped tent), had been erected and a stage was assembled on one end. The performance was a wonderful collection ofmusic, singing, skits, magic tricks and two of Mani’s jokes told by Heather Nadel. After the performances were over everyone joined a long queue for darshan at Baba’s chair in Mandali Hall as Aboba gave out the Christmas present packages, then came “board the bus,” and we all headed back to Meherabad. Words can never adequately describe the atmosphere on such occasions, but it ap proaches “sublime,” and one gets the feeling that everything really will be OK one day as our individual differences and petty sufferings get washed out in His waves that keep breaking on the shores.

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his has been about the coldest winter at Meherabad that I can remember. For the last few weeks the thermometer has hov eredjust below 500F in the early mornings, and some people staying in Hostel D and C have been making blanket tents over their mosquito nets. For an open place with no heat, this can be quite chilly, but the days warm up to about 700, and there is no shortage ofsun. It seems the locals blame the cold on the heavy monsoon this year. The green ofthe rains has now given way to a more familiar dusty dried yellow color of land, and last week there was a grass fire ofsuspicious origin that burned most of the Nagar side of Seclusion Hill, the wind pre venting it from also consuming the Meherazad side, so from the north, the hill looks relatively normal, and Pimpalgaon Lake, easily visible, remains quite full. Computerizing of Meherazad and the Trust Office continues, and the new exten sion to the Meher Health Center, Arangaon, was opened by Dr. Goher on Saturday. Last Wednesday also saw a hugely successful first Parents’ Night program at the Meher English School with performances by students and some residents. Bhauji gave what may have been his shortest “talk’ ever (about 5 minutes.) The Women Mandali came, refreshments were served, and an appreciative time was had by all. This school, which goes through the 10th standard, had 0 pupils pass its first im portant 10th standardbenchmarkexam 2 years ago, but with the help ofa new principal and the active participation ofa few trustees, a new spirit has been created resulting in 48% pas sage results last year with hopes for better this year. People have worked hard, the results show and I cannot help but feel Baba must be pleased with the effort. Congratulations are due on ajob well done. Planning and construction, both private andTrust, continue in the areawest ofBaba’s Samadhi, and as the legal and political re strictions on the Trust purchasing more land evidence themselves, it becomes increasingly clear that private Baba lovers will assume an ever more important role in the development and acquisition of land in the vicinity of Baba’s Samadhi. In a country as crowded as India, and especially at a location which Baba said would become the main center ofworld pil

grimage, there can be no question of large pieces of non-Trust land remaining unde veboped, there is only the question of how they are developed. Here, development rules have also been largely ineffective in accomplishing what they set out to do due to massive circum venting by way of “regularizing” irregulari ties. The only really successful method of controffing local development is by way of example and by cooperating to make it in the interest of the persons actually living there to look after the other adjoining lands, whether Trust or private. Forestation, maintenance, development ofgardens, security, protection from livestock and access control can only be accomplished effectively by the constant presence ofsomeone who cares. However, at the same time it is impor tant to provide opportunities so that persons ofa wide range offinancial abilities, nationalities and cultures, etc., can participate. And while the main focus ofcreating a harmoni ous environment dictates that there be mostly low density development, the need to make housing available to all income groups will necessitate some limited devia tion from that norm, and flexibility in planning for that eventuality needs to be considered. The various private Baba lover developers and landowners at Meherabad are already working together to develop consensual guidelines to this end, and we hope by this means to achieve a quality and standard of development which is almost nonexistent in India today, and which we hope would be pleasing to Baba. .

..we are still constantly reminded of the wildnature ofthisplace.

And while the building has started, we are still constantly reminded ofthe wild na ture ofthis place. Last night one ofmy construction supervisors came to the house at about 9 pm to tell me that he hadjust been on a round to see that all was well at the construction site, and found the watchman very concerned that their hut be finished the next day with corrugated metal sheets sur rounding the bottom. Theywere afraid that the wolves might try to carry offone oftheir small children in the night.

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border and measures 14” x 18” and sells for $15. The film itself quite breathtaking in its imme diacy and superb quality is also available for $52 and runs for almost an hoot Ifyouhaven’t heard ofitbefore,itwas takenbyaworldfamous docu mentarian withprofessional35mm cameras, and is the only record we have ofEruch translating Baba’s gestures as He ‘speaks’. We have 4 new C Ds: On the Threshold fChangebyMargaret Berstein,Monsoon Season

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3i t by Richard Piekoff both of which are re viewed in this issue, Through the Light of it A14 by Wayne Galler and Your Lfè is Not Your Own by Robert Een. This last is the most unusual musical offeringwe have yet had.The CD tells us it is “music for solo voice and cello.” The cello is a beautiflil instrument all byitseWas any one who has heard Gay Dunn play the Gujerati Arti, or seen the filmHilla,yandJackiecan attest. Robert certainly plays it beautifblly, but what sets this cello apart from other playing is the solo voice that accom panies it. Robert uses his voice as an instrument to very unusual effect. He gave a performance at Meherabode that left many members ofthe audience (this reporter among them) with their mouths hanging open in amazement “How can he do that?!”Hewould be sinngwhat sounded like onelong note, but suddenly we could hear many other tones, the mostincrediblebellhike notes, allthewhile maintaming the one note. I have never heard anything like it before, it certainlywas fascinating! This effect is most prominent in TheAwak enei: My favorite is the verybeautiful title num ber YourLfè isNotYour Own. This is not casual background music, but for people who like the unusual, who like to really concentrate and ‘be th’ the music they are hearing, this CD is for you. All four CDs sell for $15 each. Wayne Galler told me he created his album Through theLihtjitAiin response to many of thepilgrimswho were so happyto hearbim sing his songs atthe Samadhi, andusedto exhort him to get them down on tape. He went one better than that &th a group ofmusician friends re corded twelve ofhis songs in a NewYork studio. These love songs to Baba are available on tape for $10 or CD for $15. The Hafiz renderings by Danny Ladinsky are still selling briskly IHeard God Laughing and The Subject Thnzht is Love. In fact they are selling so well all over the country in the mercial bookstores that Penguin, the huge paperback publishers, has picked up the third of the books Dannyhas written.This next one The Gjftwill be released this summer. Read about it intheJulyissue.We are allveryexcitedforDanny and his success. Aude Gotto, a Babaloverlivingin England, was in India for the 1998 Amartithi andwas inspiredbyBhau Kaichuri’s bookofghazals Ocean Waves to write some herself The name Namo was given to herbyBhau for the purpose ofthese poems. (It is a Sanskrit word meaning “worship ofthe Dhnethid’).Merreadingthe firstfew -

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Baba Tree at Meher Mount by Kathryn Wiederhold

The “Andhra Tour” of Meher Mount by Kendra Crossen Burroughs, Meher Mount

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November 25, the Wednesday be fore Thanksgiving, we were delightfilly surprised by ten visitors from the state ofAndhra Pradesh, India. Four members of the group are California residents: Ram and Uma Ivatury and their little boy, Akshay, from Davis, and Jyoti Raju, a student from Santa Cruz. The Indian guests they were hosting were P. Veera Raju and his wife, C. P. Papayi, from Mandapeta, who met Baba; A. N. Raju with his wife, A. Syamala, and his mother, A. Saraswathi, from Hyderabad; and N. Narasimharao Babu from Chittoor. Ram told us that the visitors from India were eager to come here because “they know the importance of Meher Mount.” Imagine that! Andhra State is where Meher Baba made two important tours (in 1953 and 1954) and a significant public declaration of his Avatarhood (see the video Journey with and yet here were these people rec God) ognizing the importance ofMeher Mount, where Baba came for one day in 1956. We were so touched. They loved the Baba Tree, where we re cited Baba’s prayers in English and they in Telugu. They sang the Hindi arti, and Mr. Narasimharao Babu sang some bhajans. The group took darshan at the Sanctuary too the fireplace remaining from the guesthouse (whichbumed down in 1985)where Baba met with His lovers. Back at the house, our set of Lord Meher volumes was examined and admired, and we gave out some pictures of Beloved Baba from the box ofphotographs that Agnes used to keep on hand to offer to guests. Then the Andhra folks shared their delicious home-cooked lunch of rice, dal, and veggie dishes with us. What a great afternoon! —

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