This forgetting is Baba's suffering. For those who would be Baba's lovers this forgetting to forget "I" and "my" and to remember that "Baba is I" — surely this is letting Baba down.

What to do? How to cure this chronic selfishness and to become rooted in our SELF? Baba has given the clues very clearly:

"How will you see Me? You must have a longing to see Me, and How do you get the longing? By loving Me."

To start up the in-ladder of seeing Baba as He really is, we must love Him. And even here, at the beginning of the ladder, many of us are stumped, most of us being strangers to the activity of real love. How to love Baba?

Yet the Master of Compassion looks out for even the most retarded of His children, and He provided a footstool to help us reach the first rung of the ladder to Him. "I am God," says Baba in one breath, and in the next He gives a discourse on "How to love God." And with a marking pen in hand, we can at least do the rest, scratching out "God" and filling in "Baba," and getting a start on the in-road to our Heart:

To love Baba in the most practical way is to love our fellow beings. If we feel for others in the same way as we feel for own dear ones, we love Baba.

If, instead of seeing faults in others, we look within ourselves, we are loving Baba.

If, instead of robbing others to help ourselves, we rob ourselves to help others, we are loving Baba.

If we suffer in the sufferings of others and feed happy in the happiness of others, we are loving Baba.

If, instead of worrying over our own misfortune:, we think of ourselves more fortunate than many, many others, we are loving Baba.

If we endure our lot with patience and contentment, accepting it as His Will, we are loving Baba.

If we understand and feel that the greatest act of devotion and worship to Baba is not to hurt or harm any of His beings, we are loving Baba.

To love Baba as He ought to be loved, we must live for Baba and die for Baba, knowing that the goal of life is to Love Baba, and find Him as our very own SELF.

ERRATA, VOLUME XI, No. 3 (last issue) page 28 line 34: read: In the distance I saw a chain of mountains, then a long streak of sunlight, as if stitching mountains to the sky.