“It is time we started dying ... the death of low desires. It is all bliss, yet all are miserable because of ignorance which causes desires to be fulfilled. The goal of each and everyone is to attain the no-desire state ... This is the goal. You say 'I want this, I want that!' Needs are not wants, and wanting inevitably leads to suffering. So try your best to want less and less. Try loving, loving more and more, and then you will want less of that which is beyond your needs, and want more love. All you have enjoyed all these years is nil. All you have suffered today is nil; it was all illusion. It is our right to be happy, so why try to be unhappy by wanting things?

"Long for Union—or real harmony, which is union in diversity. Why not really try! You cannot love each other, but try to learn to give in to each other. This you do not do. Why? Because you are not honest. That is why I love the mad-ashram (at Rahuri). They are honest in their insanity. You come from afar to love me and to realize me and you become fighting cocks and hens.

"I think I will have to leave you all or go to Nepal, or send you all to the Himalayas. So begin by wanting less, try to live more. There is sublime happiness all around and yet everybody is sad, miserable and suffering.

"If I find disharmony and no willingness to die—then, better to have you all go. It is not for fame or name that you have come here. Baba does not need anybody! I am always alone and always will be until Eternity. It is you who need me until you become me. But if you do not try, what is the use? There must be harmony, love, peace—real, not forced. Unless you are what I want, I cannot give you what I want. Don't keep closed doors (pointing to the heart). Keep open doors so that when I want, I can enter. Every time I intend entering, I find the door closed. All for useless wants."

And thus, by Baba's personal living guidance, did he lead us along the Path he had chosen for us.

Baba had nicknamed a few of us "Kimco," and Margaret, Delia and myself the "frivolous three;" and late one afternoon he came over to the verandah of "Sarzat," where we resided. Baba clapped his hands, and we came running. Then, in the course of his talk with us, he spelt out on the board the different ways in which each loved him. To me he turned and said, "And you love me for 'Love Itself'." It was not clear what Baba meant, but his words to this day remain deeply woven in my consciousness.