Since October 22, 1922, Maharaj and Meher Baba have not met each other in the worldly way;* and they are carrying on their work independently in their respective spheres. One personal experience about Maharaj throws considerable light upon the inner co-operation of the Masters, even when they may not be in touch with each other externally. It might therefore be recorded here. Contact and reverence for Meher Baba impelled me to have the darshana of Maharaj because of the spiritual link which he has with Meher Baba. So, in 1933, after formally taking the permission of Meher Baba, I went to Sakori to pay my respects to Maharaj. I must confess that in this visit, I had an unjustified and lurking desire to seek further corroboration and confirmation about the divinity of Meher Baba, though Meher Baba had by this time given me ample proof about his spiritual perfection.

After participating in the usual morning Arti of Maharaj, I sought a private darshana with Maharaj it the afternoon. After paying my respects to Maharaj, I discovered that he was in no mood to welcome me or give to me any corroborations of the kind which I was secretly expecting. But I persisted and saw Maharaj again the next morning, when Maharaj scolded me for seeking to wander from Master to Master; and he not only did not give me the kind of corroboration which I had been expecting, but gave me a very disagreeable dose of spiritual advice concerning spiritual life.

After paying my respects to Maharaj, I left Sakori completely mystified at what had happened. Instead of getting corroboration and encouragement through sweet words, I failed to get any corroboration and got a hot reception. When I left Sakori, it was in a state of complete bewilderment and confusion as well as poignant pain. My heart had been won over completely by the resplendent and beautiful love which Meher Baba had been pouring on me in measureless abundance; but now the intellect had failed to get the expected corroboration about the Master from Maharaj and came into irreconcilable conflict with the yearnings of the heart.

A doubt, which holds back the heart, is a hindrance in the free flow of love towards the Master; it is like a thorn in the eye. I left Sakori, with a decision never to get entangled with any spiritual Masters; but this decision was not acceptable to the heart which knew better and would not cease to love even in the face of the difficulties created by the intellect. Racked with pain and confused in mind I took my way back to Nagpur; but on the way, some indefinable impulse made me break my

*They met once, before Maharaj passed away.