said a hasty "goodbye", "au revoir", and "best of voyages" and parted in different directions. The worst part for both parties was that endless wait on the tender — at least thirty minutes. After a while, Baba, Tod, and Meredith appeared on deck. They waved, we wept — more miserable than before.
Tod had a cabin next to Baba, and Adi, and Meredith and Margaret were not far away. In his letters written from the boat, Tod told us how sad Baba was. Baba spent the rest of that day in his cabin and, from time to time, would spell out our different names and speak about each of us with tears in his eyes. He would then ask for the gramophone and would play the Paul Robeson records that he knew we loved so much.
We had a light lunch on the tender and caught the early train back to London arriving home for dinner. That same evening Baba sent us a radio message of love and said how he was with us, and to cheer us up — he would see us soon.
We all felt depleted and worn out — ready for a week in bed. However, this was not to be. I found both maids had gone home for a week. Mother was alone this Saturday night preparing supper, and other conditions, alas, were far from happy. Also, I was to start teaching for a whole term starting Monday. I have noticed after having been with Baba, one always feels absolutely depleted for ten days after; and then has double the energy and vitality that one had previous to his visit. This, of course, is a personal experience and may not be the experience of all.
The first week we all cabled Baba. It was a rather emotional period for after our first long visit with Baba lasting more than a month. I cabled to Baba on the boat "Seal my lips with the kiss of thy love." Readers must remember that to me from the first few hours of seeing Baba, he was, he is, and he always will be Love - Love Divine - with no sex whatsoever in it. So, I wired him. Maybe impulsively, but surely and from the bottom of my heart. Baba sent us each a separate wire and letter from the boat, always ending up "I am perfect knowledge, love, and bliss, and the source of all love. You will realize this one day. Go on loving me more and more and serving me."
This Divine Love gives one that burning desire, first of all, to serve and work for the Beloved. This Baba knows and is most careful to keep the balance. After all, is it not He, the Source of all Love, that awakens within us mortals the latent seed of love? How could anyone of us, of ourselves, so suddenly respond to Divine Love were it not for the grace poured out on us by the Great Love? Baba, for some reason known only to himself, poured out love on us almost visibly (you might say) in these first visits of his to the West. He always knew just how much each could take and, with that impression of his love, he would at the same time