within. We all know it, yet look for his coming 'without.' As Baba is spirit, it can only truly be that way. But our belief in him must be transcended by our actual experienced 'knowledge of him'."

Meher Baba, within the period in which our narrative starts, stated he had worked seven years with boys, seven years with women and now he was concentrating on his Universal Work, one phase being his special work with masts and advanced souls, the God-mad, the destitute and infirm.

"Of that invisible interplay between the consciousness of the Master and the minds and souls of the inmates," Dr. Donkin tells us, referring to the work Baba was doing in the Mahabaleshwar Mast Ashram, "we know nothing; it is hidden from us." (Wayfarers, W. Donkin, p. 100), but we do know, in the words of the late Dr. Ghani—"the set purpose of every activity which Baba initiates is nothing but some spiritual activity . . . its primary reason is its spiritual end; its humanitarian aspect being secondary."

Nevertheless, one aspect or result is visible,—the effect the mast work has upon Baba's mood. For instance, in May, 1947, Baba and a large group of his men and women disciples set forth from Mahabaleshwar where Baba had been since December working with masts and God-intoxicated souls. We arrived after a few hours' drive at Satara, near Poona. As soon as Baba arrived, plans were made to open a small ashram for masts in a separate bungalow with garden, adjoining the mandali's quarters.

Baba gave instructions to several disciples to bring masts from various parts of India. The greatest among them all was Chacha, the seventh plane Majzoob, brought by Baidul from Ajmer. Ali Shah, Baba's favorite from Ahmednagar, was also sent for. Let us read Donkin's account (Satara, 1947): "Baba was supremely happy and indeed there is nothing that makes Baba so really happy as a first-rate mast in a first-rate mood. A Perfect Master is one who is not only spiritually perfect, but one also who so loves mankind that he becomes by his own will perfectly a man and enjoys and suffers as a man does. When Baba is working with a good mast, he becomes so engrossed that for the time being he utterly forgets his meals, his sleep, his clothes, his mandali and, it seems, the whole world. "

And again, later in the same year, when we were with Baba in Mahim, a suburb of Bombay, Baba, after great patience and some difficulty, contacted a mast, Ali Asghar. Dr. Donkin, writing of the incident, says, “The