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is right or wrong, but love does not bother. Do you love Me honestly? (yes). What more can you do for the Beloved? I want love — nothing else. Love Me and let God love us. That is what I want — when you love Baba, God will love you. and God's loving means everything. So, Filis and Adele both — I am very, very happy. One who is the humblest of the humble is greatest of the great. But it has to be in all honesty, in all truth. Better not believe in God than be a hypocrite. So let us love, love, love — all else is illusion. So Adele, what more can you do if you really love Me? Do you love Me? (YES!)

 

I recall Baba 'saying,' "Do you love Me? (yes). Do you know where that love is coming from? (yes). When you love Baba, God's love means everything." At that moment I felt the circulation of love from His heart to our hearts, back to His, so strongly, never again could I say "I love God." That love is His gift. To say it is mine would be like a drop of dew saying, "I am the sun," when it sparkles. Baba gestured, and I understood — I should go and meet the women mandali. As I left the cabin, I pointed to His feet, saying, "Baba, I love your feet." He knew I longed to touch them but this was still the New Life. I walked over the bridge to the Guest House and there they all were: Mehera, Mani, Kitty, Rano, Mehru, Dr. Goher. Embracing Mehera for the first time was like putting your head down on your mother's breast — peace, love, coming home. If meeting Baba was like meeting the sun, meeting Mehera was like meeting the moon. Then there was Mani, Baba's sister — gay, sparkling. Baba's niece, Mehru, was a handsome, shy teenager, Rano and Kitty were the Westerners who had been with Baba so long in India — over twenty years. And dear Dr. Goher. We all felt a little shy and happy and excited. Other women came in too after having met Baba.

 

Later in the day, Adele and I were called to the Guest House. Baba was seated on His 'gadi'; His bare feet rested on the low table in front. All the women were seated around Him, including Elizabeth, Delia and Margaret. He looked so beautiful, so radiant, His hair floated free. We had a chance to give Baba our gifts.

 

I had seen the Imai picture of Baba in London in the 'fake' fur jacket. So I had made a white fake fur jacket for Him. Graciously, Baba got up and put it on! Then I said, "Baba, it's reversible!" and He turned it inside out and put it on again with a charming smile. I had also brought Him sandals. They fitted perfectly. He let me slip one on — and I got a chance to touch His feet, my hidden purpose! I had brought dress materials for the girls; Baba handed each one the piece He chose — gifts are always given to Him and then He chooses to whom they go. Adele had made a scarf for Him. He held it, then tucked it lovingly into His pocket. I felt He was tucking Adele into His pocket! Later, the girls had laid some jewelry and trinkets on the table for us. Baba asked us to choose one. I pointed to a small pin. Baba held it for a moment and then gave it to me. It was during this first day, alone with the women, that He turned and said, "Filis looks to me Egyptian — and Persian." Mani interpreted His gestures so naturally, one never thought of it. He put us so at our ease — with such loving kindness and jollity: we were both treated like part of His family.

 

We stayed in the Lantern Cabin, right next to the Guest House. Each morning, around 6:00 a.m. Adi drove Baba into the parking lot beside us. We were always up and ready to get an early morning embrace from Baba before He went in for His breakfast. He always cupped His hand under His chin, meaning, "How did you sleep?" This was a funny question for me, because I was hardly sleeping

 

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