Never had Poona such plentiful showers of His Name, never had such numbers of visitors from foreign lands poured into its hotels at a time—and in the middle of summer too, when foreign residents usually leave to seek the cool air of hill-stations! Your call of 'Jai Baba' wherever and whenever you greeted a lover, on or across the streets and in shops or hotels, was so familiar to hotel staff and taxi drivers and shop keepers and railway porters that they refer to you as the JAI BABAs. To the glorious history of Guruprasad you added a unique chapter. It made its gracious owner, Maharani Shantadevi, who never missed a Darshan held there in the past, remark to Mehera at parting: "Baba did not let His lovers down. This was indeed a Darshan of Darshans."
"From the first day, when over 200 of you came from the west coast of U.S.A., you set the tone and tempo that made the Darshan months an unbroken symphony. Morning after morning when you arrived to keep your date with God, our hearts thrilled to see the long line of buses and cars bringing you through the gates and down the driveway of Guruprasad amidst your thunderous cries of AVATAR MEHER BABA KI JAI! Sweet music of His Name that pierced our hearts every time we heard it, that soaked into the very walls and lofty ceiling of Guruprasad Hall which you filled each day. That His Presence was so powerfully felt by you and us, that our Beloved gave so much of Himself during those two months, remains an experience that only His Silence can contain. Shallow word-platters cannot hold it. Just as one of you said in your letter after Darshan, "I am striving to write the unwriteable, because it is not possible to say what Love I was the receiver of."
"Beloved Baba told you not to bring Him gifts. The time for toy-gifts was over, now nothing less than the gift of your self would do for the Highest of the High. Being rich in His Love, you brought Him the offering that He had gifted to you. You brought Him your heart filled with His Name, pouring it out to Him in song and poetry, touching His Heart that He opened for you, bathing His feet with showers of love, winning His smile with your performances. You entertained Him superbly with plays of spiritual content and wondrous humor, with musical concerts and puppet shows, with delightful skits and jokes. We heard many instruments play Begin The Beguine, many voices sing the Arti in English.* You brought all kinds of instruments with you to regale Him with music: guitar, violin, banjo, flute, recorder, trombone, saxophone. Although there was not much room for words in your hearts and ours, how beautifully you spoke of His Love in the language of music, the language that helps to make His Silence heard!
We thank our Beloved for His gift
of the Family.
We bow down to His Love for you.
We bow down to your love for Him.