body and finally I was shown the temple to the Monkey God near the entrance, also of impressive design.

Of great beauty and interest also, was the large painting of the five Sadgurus living at the time of Baba's unveiling. Baba's picture is in the middle and there are shown also a temple, a mosque, a fire torch, and the cross, to symbolize the Hindu, Moslem, Zoroastrian and Christian religions. It may be of interest here to give the names of these five Perfect Masters: Sai Baba, a Moslem from Shirdi: Upasni Maharaj, a Hindu from Sakori; Hazrat Babajan, a Moslem from Poona; Narayan Maharaj, a Hindu from Kedgaon, and Tajuddin Baba, a Moslem from Nagpur.

Meanwhile the press of those who ardently desired to see Baba did not lessen, and Baba, in His great compassion, put forward the time of departure one hour. Meherji had told me I must connect with the 6 p.m. bus from Ahmednagar to Poona, so as to reach Bombay the following morning by train, and there, if it was humanly possible, to clear my car for which demurrage had been mounting ever since the last day of December.

Baba entered the Chevrolet car a few minutes before 4 p.m., and just as I was wondering how I would get my bus, Kishan Singh made way for me to get in front with Jal Irani, brother to Baba, who had graciously given this permission. The car moved slowly forward on the stroke of 4 p.m., amid the plaudits of many hundreds who still remained. Baba, though wearied by His great exertions, showed that He was not only God but simultaneously man, a mystery that few can understand.

During the journey, Baba, in the most friendly way, through His disciples, discussed my previous visit to India in 1922, a common interest in cricket tennis in Egypt, and finally the Test Match Series in South Africa! Yet in the same breath, Baba assured us all that He was the Ancient One; just as Jesus said, "I and My Father are One," and again, "He that seeth Me, seeth Him that sent Me." But what shocked the orthodox Jews of His time more than anything was: "Before Abraham was, I am."

In this way, time passed quickly and at 5:40 p.m., we arrived back at Pimpalgaon Ashram, where after a quick wash, Meherji took me in his car to Ahmednagar, where he was just in time to find me the last seat in the final bus to Poona!

Continued in Volume 4 no. 4 page 1