At 9:55 arti was sung. Then Baba stood up and waved to all. Cheers of "Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai" resounded while Baba took His seat on His wheel chair which had been brought onto the dais today. Slowly we wheeled it until Baba was out of sight.
At 3:40 P.M. Baba came to the side room. He had agreed to sit for a group photo with lovers horn Guntur (Andhra) and Hyderabad. The first group arranged themselves on the entrance steps of Guruprasad. When all was set, Baba came on His wheel chair in their midst. Since the Guntur group was very large, Baba had to have two photographs taken, one with the women and the other with the men. In all, Baba posed three times.
Whether paradise exists high above the clouds or not, whether paradise is a posthumous mental state of intense joy or not, paradise had definitely descended to Guruprasad during these six days for those who saw Baba cheerful and radiant on the dais, a memory which shall remain evergreen.
If all mankind is a spark of God 's Being sent journeying through evolution to acquire self-consciousness and through involution to acquire God-consciousness, then when one smites, hates, kills, deceives or injures another being, it is no more than God's left hand striking or hurting His right hand. The feelings are meaningless, for in essence one merely strikes, hates, kills, deceives or injures one's self as a part of God. In short, one injures one's inner being, or that portion of one which is God.
It is also equally meaningless to speak in human terms of love, kindness, praise, etc., as directed toward another being, for what one again is saying is that as God's right hand I love God's left hand. In essence, as part of the being of God, I love myself, I praise myself, I am kind to myself.
One might say God is in John Doe, God is in the grass, the trees. the animals, the flowers, the birds. Later, God is in everything. Then one day the thought occurs, that God IS. That is all. The rest is like so many stereopticon slides that pass in quick review. And, the essential being every-where is only God.
To love an Avatar is like an ant falling in love with an elephant, and equally impossible. The elephant might look down and observing the ant, love and protect it. For an ant to traverse the length of the elephant might take a day or a week, to cover its whole being the ant would have to live many times. So we too, as ants, can not love the Avatar as He should be loved-divinely—but merely accept His protection and love, and in turn try to obey the slightest motion of His hand.