I know Marathi. The great drama that is unfolding before us daily drives all other thoughts from the mind. Besides, Baba has given us the assignment of one-half hour daily silence, and He is with us for a few hours. We have been taken to a number of historic places, and for tea to the Bank.

Baba seems to be aging daily. He says He is crucified, every moment, which He gladly is, so that one should love our God. He said His body will be destroyed, perhaps in December, and none of the Mandali will be near Him. It seems to me that someone should stay with Him, of the Western disciples.... Meanwhile, He is lavishing love and plenty on all of us and I am getting more than the lion's share. I may have pleased Him by translating a song by Yma Sumac, played on the phonograph this a.m. He said He wished someone would love Him that way:—“I love only Thee, I worship only Thee; to Thee alone I surrender the key to my treasure." Baba enjoyed Yma Sumac—"as long as she comes down from the highest to the lowest notes, I feel happy because it reminds Me of what I am doing." Just previously He had asked, "Can any one imagine how I can be here and everywhere at the same time?"

As we were listening with Baba to the records, a Japanese young man ar­rived to see Baba. He had a very reverent attitude, and was embraced by Baba who said, "he loves the Truth." He had come all the way from Japan to see Baba, about whom a theosophy leader had informed him. He wants Baba to come to Japan. Baba promised to do so, after 700 years. He is related to the Ambassador of Japan to India, and will be back for the darshan, after which Baba will give Him a glimpse of Himself if he meditates for one week here. He was given a royal meal. He could not have arrived more dramatically. Baba told him he was very fortunate, because He does not permit people on the Hill. I wasn't so fortunate—I forgot my kleenex and the tears caused my nose to run!

Tomorrow, Indian songs will be played; and Baba will explain a few mysteries. I'll give you the titles of those played . . . Baba asked us to keep our consciousness here and "try to absorb as much of Baba as you can." I just took a walk over to the flowers, which is my way of refreshing myself, and I felt as if I could fly away; the combination of spiritual consciousness and the beauties of nature, wind, and sky is overwhelming.

I must ask you to forgive my slighting news about individuals here. I shouldn't, and in fact I was personally affected by the others, except for Marks and Backett, even whose surface is saintly. Too much human nature