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it could have been my ego's cry for survival as my body appeared to be in danger. I don't really know, nor could I ever pretend to. Elaine sensed that I couldn't take much more and helped me into the car and we drove off. I was looking up at the sky, when I heard myself say, "This is Baba's calling card," and at that moment Beloved Baba manifested His glory to both of us. We weren't feeling the very personal aspect of Baba's Love, but rather its infinite, splendid glory and power!
I felt so little, so insignificant. There was only Baba and I was nothing.
As we drove on it began to get a little light, and one part of the sky just above the horizon was blue with a few clouds in sight. Suddenly Elaine cried, "O My God, O Baba, Baba!" There in the clouds we saw MEHER written out beautifully in longhand. Very quickly this disappeared and something in Persian appeared. A few minutes later these fluffy clouds disappeared and there was only a fine mist in the sky. Now Elaine was sobbing uncontrollably and I knew she was experiencing the same thing I had back under the stars, and also Baba's glory, which we were both feeling simultaneously. I looked back at the still black sky behind us and the word LOVE was gone but not Baba's Love and glory. This Love was everywhere. His Love was overwhelming. As we kept driving we continued to feel that Baba was standing just on the other side of every hill we came to. Nothing else, only Baba.
It was in 1920 that I was returning from Panchgani to Ahmednagar after giving my examination. On the way I had to pass through Poona. There I received a letter to take to my aunt from Poona. We were to go by Madras Mail which was to leave Poona Station after midnight. My aunt however told me that we should start earlier, as she had to meet someone on the way. We went in a tonga which passed through the Ferguson College Road, where Meher Baba was in a jhopdi. Asking me to stay in the tonga, she went inside the jhopdi. From inside the tonga I noticed a group of people sitting there with a little fire burning and one of them was playing the dholak and singing ghazal. Later on, Baba asked my aunt as to who was sitting in the tonga. She said: "Don't worry, he is my nephew coming from Panchgani." Baba told her, "You call him; I have got much work to be done by him, later on." So I went to him and sat near him. He patted me on my head and then on the back and asked me what I was doing. He then asked, "What do you want to do for the future?" I said, "Of course, I have to pass Matric and go to College and then do as to what is destined in my future." He asked me to give up education and everything and go unto him. Being young in heart, young in spirit and young in age, I immediately accepted it and today I am His disciple. He patted me and said, "I would like to make you King"; and today I am a King. This is how I contacted my beloved Baba.
Now, I will relate one incident or 'chamatkar' performed by Baba. There are always many instances, which we may call Baba 'chamatkar' or miracle. Baba used to say, 'I don't perform any 'chamatkar'. It is the individual faith and the individual love that makes it and you call it 'chamatkar:' Baba was very fond of newspapers and my brother, Adi used to give him the 'Times of India' and read it for him. When Japan entered the Second World War and there was panic everywhere in India, Baba once took us round for a discussion as to what will happen in the future. After a heated discussion, I said: "Baba, why should you worry in Ahmednagar. Japan is not going to Ahmednagar and throw bombs." Baba said, "A bomb will be thrown in Ahmednagar and it will be in your compound." We thought it was a joke and just forgot that incident for the next 5 - 6 months. In 1942, there was the 'Quit India Movement' throughout the country and it was 25th December. My cinema hall office and Baba Centre, all these were in one big
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