love Me, it is best not to speak to the world about Me.
"Let's put an end to all hypocrisy. Baba tells us we are all one. . . one big family of lovers. We should have but one heart . . . a clean heart. . . Let us ask pardon of God for our misunderstandings, for unnecessarily hurting the feelings of others, for our faults. Let us ask God's pardon. May God give all of you one per cent of the Infinite Patience that Baba has.
"Now, one by one, embrace Me. . . "
While this was being said through the interpreter Eruch, I felt overcome and weighed down with shame and sorrow such as I never felt before; I could barely stand, and I leaned against the wall with lowered eyes and tears streaming down my face. Then He told us all to walk up and embrace Him one by one and then go out. I could only lean against the wall silently weeping; through my lowered eyelids I saw the feet of people passing me and the thought flickered through my mind that I must look an object of abject misery but I didn't care who saw me nor what they thought; afterwards I realized that practically everybody else had been weeping too and probably nobody saw anybody else.
While I could not look up, I could feel: infinite majesty, infinite gentleness, and infinite patience. In anything human or superhuman that patience would have become weariness; but I looked as far as I could see and the patience never became weariness because it was Divine and Perfect.
Then I followed the line to receive His embrace, but when my turn came I could only stand in complete passivity and let myself be enfolded in the soft deep darkness of His embrace. I did not dare to kiss Him nor raise my eyes to His Face—in fact, I did not think of it. After we had been embraced we all went quietly out of the room and it was over; but never to be forgotten. We did not remain sad once we were out of the room. Baba sees to it that one does not stay sad too long; He breaks it up and we start doing something else.