said he had completed the most important part of his work this day, that which he came to do. Although time is an illusion, Baba said, we should meet again at 9 o'clock the next morning. But as Baba noticed the young lad again with tears in his eyes, He said, "Baba loves you—you must not be sad." As the tears still fell, Baba added, "When you cry, see, Baba cries too!" as he pointed outside to the rain that was gently falling.

Like people who have struggled through a great torrent and are now safe, we all felt the tension of the day and the last few days blown away as a thunderstorm clears the air. We seemed to see each other anew, our hearts thawed in the warmth of Baba's Love. We left the first day's Sahavas renewed in strength to face our own particular problems and sensitive to the reactions of our friends. We were dismissed early in the afternoon. There was much discussion, laughter, and talk at the evening meal; the buzz of conversation of a large and happy family.

Wednesday 4th June:

For this morning it was arranged to have the private interviews; all assembled outside Baba's house under the long verandah and awaited their private interview. Families went in all together. These interviews lasted until lunch hour. After lunch, it rained as we returned and all assembled in the large room in Baba's house for another discourse on obedience, love and devotion which was read at the American Sahavas. Baba raised his hand, saying he liked our weather with the warm rain; as it reminded him of the Sahavas in India in the old days when they were held in very primitive conditions. Baba asked Francis did he think we were tired, and if we were, should we go out for awhile. Bill LePage asked if we could have a 10-minute break. Baba hesitated, saying well, a break was a break—so we all agreed to go on with the discourse, though some were yawning and looked very tired. Many were tired, perhaps it was the built-up tension of the previous day. We were dismissed early again this afternoon and returned to our quarters.

Thursday 5th June:

This was a misty morning with a cloud hanging over the top of the mountain; we were called to Baba's house at 8:55 a.m. There was great activity each morning to get all the chores finished before 9 a.m. Breakfast, lunches to be cut; rooms tidied and swept; and the vegetables prepared for the evening meal. Everyone was busy and had to be up at 6 a.m., the breakfast cooks, much earlier for lighting the fires. But all were