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using a good deal of rhetoric but I am also desperately trying to grasp that which passeth understanding, and with which I am daily now face to face. That is Baba and His love.

 

The other day we went to Baba's home at Pimpalgaon, a most peaceful, biblical area, with small mountains enclosing the valley in which are Baba's buildings and gardens, beautifully kept by the girls. He led us on a hike up the hill where He spent many months in seclusion. There is a holy atmosphere there, and we enjoyed the experience. Baba threw me a little rock, to keep. He showed us around His quarters and where the others stayed. The men sleep mostly on the floor. The women, Rano and Dr. Goher, are in the house. Baba had spent the Man-O-Nash period on the mountain—when He worked extremely hard, was exhausted, and wanted "to step out of the Universe." I think the ashram is called "Meherazad" (free, flourishing). Gustaji, an old disciple, has spent 27 years in silence. An incident was told of Baba saving him from a bath or worse when he was on watch and tried to step off into a reservoir in the dark. Baba clapped His hands every time he tried to go forward.

 

Tuesday, 21st. The news is way ahead of me! Baba will give me a brooch made with His hair for you, He reminded me today.

 

We were in Sakori yesterday. A great experience. We passed Rahuri Ashram, now disbanded, for Masts and God-mad. We were supposed to go to Sai Baba's place at Shirdi, but time got there first. We were feasted and dined by Godavri Mai, the woman in charge of the Sakori Ashram. Baba told us a fantastic story of what happened to Upasni Maharaj, but I shall have to tell you in person. It was a beautiful ride of 56 miles each way. On the road we stopped at a well from which water is drawn by eight oxen that go and stop to songs. Otherwise they get too lazy. A band of the ubiquitous gypsies, buffalo cows, camels, baby donkeys, kid goats, calves, colts, women with burdens on their heads, an endless parade of picturesque India. I told Fred W. that "Life Magazine" could find plenty of material. Everything is green, although this is semi-desert. Heads must be covered, I found out from a headache.

 

Played ping pong with Phillipe at 5:30 a.m. Baba plays, too. Today He showed us how to play marbles. He offered a prize—but did not give me a marble till the end. I said nothing, because I knew He was doing it on pur­pose. I discovered, by Baba pointing it out to me, that I am quite assertive.

 

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