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I did not use force, because Mohammed is a Sixth Plane mast, a saint, and Baba did not like one to use force. I was sweating, beseeching him "Mohammed, Mohammed, I tell you, go to the latrine, let the door of the compartment be open." But he would not budge, he just stood there.
The passengers criticized, shouted, then slowly, slowly, started using only one door for all the passengers. But one gentleman, a Muslim and his wife, a young middle-class couple of good family, managed to open the door six inches. He pushed his wife inside. But then Mohammed looked at him in such a way that the lady got frightened; she went to the end of the compartment and covered her head with her chadris.
Her husband was standing outside; it happened he wanted a key from her and he was shouting, "Hatung, Hatung, bring the key!" But she would not look at her husband. The man got angry and shouted, "Hatung, Hatung, I tell you, bring the key. You're not looking at me — have you become deaf?" Then she pointed at Mohammed and cried, "I fear that man!" The husband became dazed at the whole thing. In the meantime, the passengers had gone to the station master and said that a man in the compartment was harassing all the travelers. So the railway police came . . . I was sweating. I asked Baba sincerely, Baba, what is this situation — ordering me to do this work and when I am in midst of it you are creating such a scene!
The railway policeman came there, but before he could say anything I said, "He is a harmless man, I am taking him to Bombay for treatment. This is a mast, a mad man, but harmless. He did not beat anyone . . ." and so on. I did not mention Baba's name or anything. But Baba finally helped me and the police did not force us off the train. They had every right, when a passenger is harassing so many people, to take him off the train. In this case the policeman became mum, couldn't talk and after a few minutes the train started on moving . . . Jai Baba!
Meher Baba granted several newspaper editors at Fleet Street interviews, the records of each have been preserved. The questions put to Him, as might have been expected, were intellectually based, to which man himself has never been able to find satisfactory answers. Perhaps therefore, innocently enough some of the questions were posed as a trap. It needs introspection to feel intuitively that which Meher Baba wished to convey in His answers. They were simple and one-pointed. His mission as it has now been known in the hearts and minds of hundreds of thousands, indeed maybe millions of people over the globe, is such that its real worth can never be conveyed by publicity but catches on from heart to heart. The heart does not question when it unerringly receives an echo of truth! Its nature responds to the validity and yearningly pursues the source to its ultimate finality.
The early visits to England by Meher Baba from 1931 to 1935 were intentionally meant to be unknown to the public. It is stated He was laying cables, inner means to spiritual channels of communication. This might also imply some spiritual work unknown but to Himself. From the year 1939 onwards to 1945, the Second World War was sweeping Europe. At that time I was warden at a shelter and received some of the air raid victims. Each received a cup of tea and a blanket. Northwards of this shelter at Charing Cross at a distance of a few hundred yards, I was on friendly terms with an elderly person who conducted an antique business. Her name was Madame Polli. She was a widow and had been educated in a convent in Belgium, became a refugee and, came and settled in England. She was quiet and unassuming, but neither of us discussed philosophical subjects, more so the surprise when she related to me the following incident.
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