room on His way upstairs, He paused to allow several last-minute visitors to be introduced to Him. A few minutes later, He called ten or twelve up to His  room for closer "sahavas," teasing and playing with His devotees as only He can do, asking them if they loved Him, and in return, assuring them of His love for them. When He asked one boy if he loved Baba, and received a positive answer, He turned to the wife and said, "Are you jealous? You must never be jealous of Baba's love. Baba's love is different."

After embracing each one of His children, the "Compassionate Father" sent them home and retired to His own Divine work.

Saturday, July 21

A typical July day in New York, clear and hot. Baba had private conferences with several small groups in His hotel room early in the morning. To a few, He revealed for the first time His plans for a mass Darshan followed by a "Big Meeting" after His seclusion ended in February, provided He did not drop His body during the remaining months of the seclusion. He intimated that He would invite Western men and women to India this time in contrast to the "Sahavas" meetings in 1954, when only men were invited to India. He said after that big meeting "everything will happen," His humiliation, His glorification, the breaking of His silence and the dropping of His body. He said again, "I am the Ancient One, I am the Lord of the Universe."

He got up from His chair, stretched, and paced the room like a caged lion, giving an impression of tremendous, yet perfectly controlled power. In the room was a recent photograph of Baba. In a corner, unobtrusively sat a young artist, putting the last touches to a portrait of Baba. He was struggling to capture the Divine Image in the modern style, a maze of criss-cross wavering lines. With a gesture, Baba asked him if he were through. The young man got up and giving a discouraged nod, laid his work on the table.

Looking at Baba's living beauty—which is in itself only a pale reflection of His spiritual beauty—beside both His portrait and His photograph, one could only reflect how difficult it was to capture that spiritual radiance, that dynamic, controlled and selfless willing, that instant knowing, that simplicity and humility—above all that indescribable Love, all somehow communicated by the slim and agile body of a man in his 60's. One was faced again by the mystery of divinity made flesh—that flesh which conceals, yet by its own peculiar beauty, reveals, the inner truth of Baba's Existence. How many will never see even this!