horns to get action and not keep Baba waiting so long. By this time, he was running a high fever. At the hotel, Baba put his hands on Lud's cheeks and asked how he felt. He told him to take 2 Anacin and go right to bed and in the morning call the doctor. It turned out that Lud had pneumonia. The next day, Baba visited him in his suite, saying. "Aren't you glad you got sick? For now Baba has come to see you on a personal visit." Lud smiled helplessly. Baba gave instructions and said he would be well in two days. Much to the doctor's surprise, Lud did fully recover—in exactly two days.
Saturday, August 4
An early morning embrace from the Beloved! Then at 9:30 we assembled in the conference room around the long polished table. Interviews began with Baba in the screened-off portion of the room. Most of those meeting Baba were San Francisco Sufis, but many others came —one traveling from far-away Mexico! I sat and chatted with the teacher, Dr. Thind. We had been given the duplex Baba didn't like . . . it was miles away, and when someone came along and wanted me to fetch some food they wished to present to Baba that was in our icebox, I just wouldn't budge away from the Beloved's presence. Surely enough, the curtains were drawn, Baba greeted us all and Don read the message "God's Divine Business" to us.
After lunch, Baba was in his new quarters, the connecting rooms, the occupants having suddenly decided to leave before 1 p.m. We had a quickie meeting with Baba about The Awakener Magazine. Without our telling him, he knew how hard-pressed we were to keep going. He was pleased with our resolve to keep his little magazine completely devoted to Him. He gestured that "After I drop this body, then everything will go . . . books, pamphlets, magazines . . . I will help you . . . ” How sad, that only after the Precious One leaves this earth will the many flock after Him! But, it is His Will . . .
The interviews continued, and Don read several other short messages, now in "Life At Its Best." At 4 p.m. Baba visited the Sufism Reoriented Center at 406 Sutter Street. The Sufis, too, have had to struggle to keep their center open. The room was plain and painted yellow, the Sufi color. Both Inayat Khan's and Baba's pictures were on the walls. Baba seated himself in the head chair. Inwardly I heard him say: "I am the greatest Sufi of them all."
Baba crossed his index fingers and Adi translated his gestures as follows: "I am the Christ . . . no question of it. And when I break my Silence, all the world will come to know about it."