Mr. Purdom told me not to ask Baba to stay with Him, and told me a story to illustrate. A disciple of Baba said his greatest desire was to visit the Taj Mahal Hotel in Bombay. He was dressed up and taken there but he kept slipping and falling at the entrance, so they threw him out for a drunk. Baba's will be done! He knows what He wants!

We were given a silence discipline half-hour daily. Today I had a hard time of it because of fever. Also I sit on the ground and this is not a comfortable position. We have to try to picture Baba, a wonderful spiritual exercise.

I just had a talk with Malcolm. Baba is keeping him busy editing notes. I was reminded of several points in my conversation with Baba which had slipped my mind: to use my mind but to be its master; to enjoy Maya, but overcome a negative emotion with an opposite, stronger one, and thus avoid Sanskaras; let the bad thought go, without suppressing it, and act on the good one; the ego is necessary in our development but must be transcended. (Baba had spoken of the natural, false and divine ego). I shall make it a point to seek out Malcolm as I was helped through our conversation.

A point of interest about India: they don't seem to have a Sunday. Guruvar is on Thursday (Master's Day), Moslems have their Friday. A case of the lost weekend.

Had dinner. It's a beautiful night, as only India or other tropical highlands can have. The air is soft. Again I wonder at our being here, in the hands and heart of the Avatar. What is the destiny, what are the root causes that have brought us to Him? In any case, I should not exchange my present situation for the world's kingdoms. The Kingdom of God is real, rich, and it is within us. The outer is our own projection, Baba tells us. We are here to gain a pure heart, to learn to truly love, and thus see God. Baba's role among us is so incredible, being on all planes simultaneously, that it is inconceivable to us. It is good to wonder at the truly wonderful, rather than at curiosities. I wish I could retain all that He is giving us but it's impossible; we are dealing with infinites and eternals. And since I am receiving, how can I help loving in return? The love that Baba lavishes on each of us cannot but revolutionize us. Spinoza puts it this way: "Minds, nevertheless, are not conquered by force of arms but by love and generosity." Love, like light (truth) reveals itself in the darkness. A lantern may light up a cave that has been dark for ages: no matter how long I've been negative or to what extent, love will carry all before it. I realize that I am