occasion and for the first time, he accepted one and smoked it rapidly. He chuckled with inward glee at some secret joke, and we left him in high spirits, and his attendant assured us, that this is an unusual experience. We then walked to the Moslem village, just at the foot of the Hill, to see the temple of Buaji Bua, a saint of the higher planes, who a thousand years ago buried himself alive. His crypt is still kept in fair repair. His brass slipper still rests there. The room is dark and gloomy, sparsely lit by oil lamps, two figures sitting at the head, grotesque in dress and shape - black. We stooped our way out of that place of darkness. When asked later by the others if I felt the vibrations, I could only say truthfully "there were none": at least, I did not feel them. After returning home, when we heard from Sarosh that Baba would be with us tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. - we all felt an impact, which would beggar all description.
September 14th, 1954.
5 a.m. before dawn of the great day, the day we are to meet THE MASTER, each in a personal interview. Everyone is doing his best to be ready. Bathing and dressing and meditation on top of the tower for me. When the time of Baba's arrival drew near, I went back up to the tower, to look out for Baba's car. When it came into sight at 8:20 a.m., it stopped first down at the foot of the Hill, where the dispensary is. While the car waited there, the flowers for Baba arrived. At the Hill, all eyes were directed to every movement at the foot of the hill. Finally we saw Sarosh come up in his yellow station-wagon to see if everything was alright for Baba. Then, after some time, Baba's car moved and zigzagged up the Hill towards us. We all, 15 men, stood in a large circle. Baba stepped out of the car and went around the circle, to greet each one. In the midst of this, He turned to me and embraced me, held my face in His hands and then His hands went down to my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, He indicated, that He noticed my round shoulders and pointed to His muscles. He then let Lud Dimpfl feel His muscles. Baba looked powerful, as I have never seen Him before. He continued greeting the others and turned around to me again. He motioned to me, if He had greeted me before, I said yes Baba - and lovingly, Baba took me into His arms again, laughingly, knowing He had done so before, and He wanted to do it once more.
We then visited all the places of spiritual importance - little meditation huts, made so small, so no one could stand up, or walk about, with no window, or opening for ventilation. He showed us the sheetmetal-covered hut, standing on a stone base, where Pleader, a disciple of Baba, was in seclusion for several years. He took us to the Tomb, where His body will be kept, after He sheds it, so He told us. I cried and cried. The figures, which were painted on the walls of the crypt and dome, cried with me. Baba then told us that if He lived after this October, He would continue to live until He is 90 years old. Baba's usual quick movements made one blossom fall into the crypt, out of His garland. I waited until all were out and went down into the crypt, to save the tender blossom.
After showing us the other places on the Hill where Baba kept His seclusion, we crossed the edge of a field located directly behind the fence. Baba, walking most of the time in front of us, stopped suddenly and asked if there was anyone of us, who walks in his sleep - if so, He said, 'BEWARE', and He pointed to a dried-out empty well in the field. This remark puzzled everyone and we gave it considerable thought. We all followed Baba, who with long steps walked down the Hill towards Dr. Donkin's dispensary. He showed us another hut, where He was in seclusion for 3 months. In front of this hut is a small circular fireplace, which was used when it rained, or when it was cool, to burn sandal or camphor wood. Baba then told us that at the conclusion of His seclusion, the villagers from near and far came and begged Baba to stop this terrible drought, whereupon He asked the villagers to start a fire in the place and go home. They hardly had arrived home when it started to rain. Baba said. "They thought I did it, but as you all know, I do not perform any miracles." We then met a group of 14 women from Sakori, who came to pay homage to Baba. He introduced the women as the Sakori group and pointed out to us the woman who was in charge, Godavri Mai, who was a follower of Upasni Maharaj. We all started back up the Hill. On the way up, I