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that you don't even realize that something is being done and that He's manipulating a person just through ordinary events. But put them together and you can see the pattern that emerges.

 

Sometimes Baba makes special trips to the followers' homes, and I went on two of these trips while I was there. All the people in the neighborhood would be crowded outside. Sometimes a photographer would be there because the family wanted to have a picture taken with Baba. He was always so gracious about everything and tried to make everyone happy. As a matter of fact that's what He says: "Be happy—that will make Me happy:" And He encourages it. It isn't like someone who says, be happy, and then does things to make you unhappy. He does just the things that make people happy and as a result they are happy when in His presence. For example, the people would crowd around and serve fruit. Baba would eat very little. He'd eat just enough to be gracious.

 

While I was in Poona with Baba, someone told me that Baba takes care of a person's material, spiritual and psychological needs. I had a first-hand experience of it because this is just the way He was taking care of me. Everything material was taken care of from the first moment I arrived at the airport. Someone met me at the airport. Hotel reservations, transportation, everything was taken care of before I got there (naturally I paid my own bill at the hotel); and I had instructions from Baba as to what I was to do the whole day, every day. Every day when I was through seeing Baba, Meherji was instructed to take me round to see Poona. I visited Eruch's home and Meherji's home and went on my first elephant ride with the twins. Meherji even had a photographer there to take pictures. I wanted to pay for them but they wouldn't let me because I was a guest. Actually the word "guest" never arose because I was made to feel like a member of the family.

 

Dr. Donkin was staying at the same hotel I was—I believe for my psychological needs. He speaks with an English accent and has odd mannerisms; though he's very intelligent, he doesn't strike me as the kind of fellow who could write a serious book such as The Wayfarers. He's so humorous. I'd ask him, "Dr. Donkin, how come you speak with an English accent?" He would look at me and laugh. I'd ask him, "Does it sound like I have an American accent?" He would never answer me and he would just laugh and that would be his way. At the hotel we got the same soup every night

 

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