hitting his palm with his fist." Elizabeth without question . . . Mrs. White, even if she is about to drop her body . . . If Harry Florsheim does not die, he most come . . . for Frank Hendricks it will be a real effort . . . Ben Hayman . . ." Ben answered, "It wouldn't be official if I weren't there!" Baba said those who were in the room were already invited and would not receive any other invitation, only instructions. The group heads were to make out lists of other lovers who would fill his conditions of obedience and love, and who could afford to come. "It will never be a picnic for you all," Baba concluded, "this meeting is so great." As everyone knows, separate Sahavas for the East and the West were finally held, due to Baba's accident and subsequent ill health. This was foreshadowed In Baba's concluding remarks:

"After I return to India in five more months, there will be a lot of suffering for me, hard work for the world. Therefore I say, no one should send their contributions before February 15th. No one ever knows what is going to happen before February 15th."

Around 6:30 we five girls were alone with him, reading our letters to Mehera and Mani out loud for his approval. Baba told us that when he heard about the Australian program arranged for him, he felt tired. He said, "I have no relaxation . . . my only relaxation is making my lovers feel my love. You must not feel sad about my leaving. We will be together in India. Think about the meeting in India."

For that evening, we were scheduled to see a puppet performance of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in the Lilliput Theatre, one of the smallest in the world. In the theatre lobby we found Baba spoofing again by putting on Elizabeth's hat. The tiny theatre was filled completely with Baba lovers; the Master sat far at the rear. In one hand he swung a yellow chrysanthemum, on his right sat "BBB" with her yellow hair shining in the dim light. As the house lights darkened and Mendelssohn’s familiar music filled the theatre, Baba's great eyes flashed . . . was it with amusement at us, his little "puppets" caught in the midsummer night's long dream of Maya . . .? He left after about twenty minutes. True to his wish, we all stayed to the end, but Bottom's snores were echoed here and there in the audience.

Monday, August 6

Not used to San Francisco's chilly dawn, nevertheless we were up before 6 and loitering on the flower-hung balcony above Baba's suite. A