Eruch pointed out that God's creation is His imagination and that as soon as God imagines anything, that anything takes form in illusion. The very instant God imagines a thing it exists in illusion as an apparent reality.

Eruch further pointed out that everything in God's imagination, though it be illusion, nevertheless carries with it the stamp of Reality from which the imagination has sprung. Everything in illusion carries with it the stamp of Baba's Reality. And this is what it means to say, "Where is Baba not?"

What is Meherabad? To some it is a place of historical importance, a place saturated with loving memories. To some it is the place where God lived once again the Divine Hero's life on earth. But to me Meherabad is the singular place where Soul is; the one Soul, the only Soul, the only Soul that ever was, the One without a second, walked and talked and ate and slept and mingled and sat alone and laughed and cried and hoped and despaired and suffered and rejoiced. Meherabad is the place where I can walk and talk and eat and sleep and mingle and sit alone and laugh and cry and hope and despair and suffer and rejoice with the one everlasting Soul. If Soul can be said to exist anywhere in particular, it is surely here.

It was at Meherabad that I most of all enjoyed the company of my American companions as well as the mandali. Even the sun shines differently at Meherabad. It is true; it is not just being rhapsodic. In the account of my 1969 visit to Meherabad I mentioned the sunlight on the Hill. Now on this visit I was convinced that this particular sunlight is more than an illusion. I could see with my eyes the sunlight carrying the stamp of Reality as it struck sublimely the dome atop Meher Baba's tomb.

Brightest of all did it gleam there on the celebration of Mehera's birthday.

I was told that Meher Baba was always careful never to trample on an ant hill and would caution the disciples when seeing an ant hill in His path not to step on it. Such was His tenderness and compassion. But when it comes to the conven­tions of religion the Avatar never seems to hesitate in trampling right on those conventions to get to where He is going.

As I have said, the samadhi of a Perfect Master seems pervaded with the atmosphere of religion; and for one such as myself who has always had a loathing for religious trappings and ceremonies, this atmosphere is not at all pleasant.

But at the samadhi of the Avatar it is entirely different. There is no religion in Baba's tomb; there is only the Father Himself with no paraphernalia, no priest-craft. When we come to the tomb of Meher Baba we feel ourselves to be once again like the real children of Abraham in whose presence religion is replaced by the genuine feeling of family.

Strongest of all was this feeling on the birthday of Mehera, when we gathered on Meherabad Hill to bow down after Mehera to our Beloved Father, and to sing and pray in the presence of our Father.

Always does the Avatar, age after age, gather around Himself His little band of lovers who are His real family. When we were in the tomb together with Mehera that day I was so struck with the confidence and contentment of being a part of that real family. And I was so happy that we had dearest Mehera holding us together in love for our Father, God, Baba. When one comes to the tomb with Mehera one knows that Baba is no mere God, but rather the God of Gods, One without a second.

Our family on that day, though small, was far too large to all fit into the tiny enclosure of Baba's samadhi. I was the last one to be able to squeeze over the threshold to fit just inside the doorway.

And we were lifted up on that tidal wave of the Master's Prayer. Within the stone-structured walls of Baba's tomb, sound is no ordinary thing. One is in