love. This is the first thing to follow if you want to receive the maximum of my love. The second thing to follow is to have a good night's rest, sleep well each night and feel fresh when you come here for my sahavas each day. I am God: if you remain drowsy in my presence, you will miss me and your drowsiness will oblige you to remain absent from my presence, in spite of your daily attendance.

"Sahavas" means intimate companionship. To establish this companionship you should be free with me. Sahavas is the intimacy of give and take of love between the lovers and the Beloved. There is no need to explain this give and take of love. To create an atmosphere of explanations and discourses is to mar the dignity of love which is established only in the closest of intimacy.

How do I participate in the sahavas? I bow down to myself. I embrace myself. It is I who smile, who weep: it is Bata who sits here on the dais seat and it is Baba who squats on the ground in the tent. Baba meets ‘Baba': Baba consoles 'Baba,’ pets 'Baba,’ chides 'Baba.’ It is all Baba, Baba, Baba. Such is my experience of participation in the sahavas.

Drink deep at the fountain of love, but do not lose consciousness. If you can but taste even a drop of this love—what a wonderful experience it will be! Have you any idea what this sahavas is? He who approaches me with a heart full of love, has my sahavas. After I drop this body and my passing away from your midst, many things will be said about this sahavas. Take fullest advantage of this opportunity in the living presence of the Avatar. Forget everything else but my sahavas and concentrate all your attention on me. I am the Ancient One.

Baba told us that one man in India was so overwhelmed that he fell down unconscious on the dais. Baba had to call for volunteers to remove him. He was unconscious for two days, he could not even drink water. Pendu, Padri and Vishnu were afraid he might die, and they came to Baba. He was taken to the tent where the man was lying. He poked the man in the stomach with one of his walking sticks. The man got up and embraced Baba who then had him given some milk.

Don continued to read comments made by Baba at the Indian sahavas:

• I am Sakshat Paramatma. If anyone were to get oven a glimpse of my real state, one would be glad to be cut into pieces a thousand times for me.