indescribable. They returned to 'Nagar from Meherastana but had all the possible hardships that one could encounter on any car journey — bad weather, engine trouble, tire trouble, bad accommodations, etc. etc. She told Baba jokingly that He had taken them in great comfort on their outward journey because He wanted them to go for His work, but on the return journey He never bothered about them, for His work had been accomplished!

Baba then said that He would go to His bungalow for a few minutes during which time each one could ease herself. Everyone struggled to their feet although the portlier ones found it difficult to do so quickly. Baba had to be lifted up and the women were not very confident whether they would be able to pick up and carry Baba's chair. Someone suggested that the male Mandali be called in but Baba said that the women would have the privilege of carrying Him that day. Baba selected eight women and I was one of them. With difficulty we got Baba into His pick-up chair and all were about to lift it when I suddenly realized that Baba was barefooted and we had forgotten His sandals. A friend of mine and myself picked up Baba's sandals and He raised His feet while we put His sandals on. At last we lifted Baba 's chair. Arnavaz was one of the eight and she felt terribly nervous that we might jerk Baba's chair and thus cause Him more pain. Baba told her that He was very comfortable and none should worry. We thought Baba would walk up the steps but He insisted on being carried up the steps. Arnavaz' fears now knew no bounds. Those holding the rear part of the chair raised it up so as to keep Baba's chair horizontal. One after another the steps were climbed very slowly and cautiously. We had at last placed Baba's chair on the verandah. He flung out His arms and embraced and kissed all eight of us together!

It was during the few minutes that Baba was in His room that I glanced at the "Garden of Allah" and noticed the care that Mehera had taken of it. The garden was at its rosiest. The superb climate and the colorful surroundings were breathtaking. Baba came out of His room in about fifteen minutes. With superhuman effort He once again climbed down the steps and walking a little distance from His house, sat down in the garden. It was lunch time and two rows of tables had been decked with all sorts of foodstuffs. On a separate table stood a mammoth cake bearing seven candles of different colors akin to those of His flag and representing the seven planes of consciousness one has to pass through to reach the goal. The cake had a thick chocolate icing and on it was written, in golden