Baba inquired where Ivy Duce was, also Helen Webb. Both were ill, but the Master sent for them, saying it was their last chance to see Him in His physical form. Then He began to joke a bit with us all. He twitted Dr Kenmore about eating so much ("right after breakfast he is hungry"). When He heard "Energy" and Mrs. Bahjejian had gotten back their passports from the thieves, He said, "Nothing goes anywhere but it comes to Me. Remember that you wanted to give Me 400 Rupees? The thief took away exactly 400 Rupees. So now its settled!"
Baba reminded us to send Him one letter upon our return home. "In 1963 I won't see any one nor hear any correspondence. I will prepare for the urge to break My Silence. In an emergency you may send Me a cable reply-paid. Reply-paid forms, when not needed for replying to you, can then be used for My cables to others."
An Easterner came in to say farewell to Baba, who explained that even when this man's son died, the father (unmindful of the incident) carried on Baba's work without pause. Baba chided Dr. Kenmore for yawning and when he retorted he was relaxing, Baba said, "If I relaxed, everything would collapse."
He then advised us not to go to far-off places in the North of India, or we might get stranded. Also we should all inform Meherjee of our departure plans. Then some of the Eastern Mandali and volunteers came in and embraced Him.
Baba gestured: "Instead of blood, let the love of God flow through your veins. Is it possible, Francis?" and Francis replied, "Nothing is impossible when You say it." Baba then told the story of how the body of one of Krishna's lovers was discovered in the ruins of a collapsed building by the "Tick-Tock" of Krishna's name; even though badly hurt and unconscious, he automatically repeated the Lord's name. The Name had become his breath.
All during this time the musicians were tuning up off-stage and wetting their "whistles" with tea. Eruch told us the better the musician, the longer it took to tune up. Tomorrow we were to hear musicians from The All-India Poona Radio Station. Perhaps hinting this would be the last Sahavas, Baba said there would be no other opportunity to hear music like this in His Presence.
At last, about 10:10 the famed singer began an exhibition of his extraordinary skill, accompanied by his troupe—a young tabla player, the sitar