Volume 13 Numbers 1-2 Page 9

stage. But God becomes man and has nothing to gain, he does it for our sakes. Baba did sleep, he was man and he slept like us, we've heard him snore. But at the same time Baba slept, He was aware."

Mani gave an example of Baba's awareness while asleep. He was in a chair sleeping and snoring. . .Mani stopped reading out loud to him, because she didn't want him to miss a certain part. Baba suddenly said: "Go on, I can hear!" In fact, he repeated the previous passage. Then she told another story which took place on one of Baba's tours. Always Baba had one of the men on watch; they would take turns every four or five hours. They weren't allowed to make a noise, or enter the room where Baba was asleep. Well, it happened that the family medicine cabinet was in Baba's room, and one of the people became ill. Eruch had to get the medicine. He opened the door so beautifully and quietly. He moved carefully and finally got the medicine out of the cabinet, tip-toed back and closed the door; then all of a sudden "click, click," Baba beckoned for Eruch. Mani said that Baba had let Eruch go through all the agony and the feeling of success before he showed that he heard him!

After all the stories, we were allowed once more to embrace the women mandali. I became ill that evening and Dr. Goher brought me smelling salts. The heat of that evening, combined with all the love vibrations, made me swoon.

John Krchniak tells how he spent this evening:

Upon our return to the hotel for dinner, the young men from the Poona Baba Center, who had been our guides on the trips, were waiting for us. We had a wonderful chat, and it was delightful to see that their application of what Baba taught was an everday-every moment thing. They had grown up in the flesh-presence of the Godman and He was their life.

The simplicity of their approach conflicted with what some of the immediate group felt; those who over-intellectualize and search for mental stimulation and miracles. This was strongly put forth when one of the Los Angeles group insisted that Baba would perform some miracle. . . like take on a flesh-body again in which to break His silence. I felt exactly the opposite: no need for it since God was indivisible and could not be divided into God and God-man. They are one. The conversation got nowhere, but the two Poona boys came in later in the evening with Baba's actual words re miracles, and the Los Angelean admitted defeat.

The boys, both college students, told of Baba 's request prior to leaving His body, that Baba's twin nephews, Rustom and Sohrab, come and entertain Him. So, Baba's nephews and Bejon P. Irani went and entertained Him. I'm sure Baba, in His silence, roared with laughter as we did when we heard the song at the Poona Baba Center . . . There's a Hole in the Bucket. Bejon and Bastani Rusi also told us that although Baba had guided the two of them to go to college, he guided His two nephews to work in a factory. And this is what the twins are now doing . . . they are a part of India's growing industry.

Still tired, I retired early. The fan did not cool the room but I wasn't uncomfortable. For a while, I took in the Indian night and smells from my balcony and listened to the beautiful love songs Los Angelean Babakook Allan Saviskas was playing to Baba on his flute. I was again most moved. His room was either above or below mine, but one couldn't tell where the music was coming from.

The dawning of the second day of Darshan was filled with great anticipation as we boarded the buses for Guruprasad. As they approached our Masters' house, we were welcomed by the mandali, once again—with open arms and warm smiles.

Today was the day for the Sufis to present their program in honor of Baba. It was performed for the first time. . . something that will never be forgotten by those attending.

The vibration of the music touched us. The sound of it in our ears brought tears to our eyes. I have never felt a room so full of love as I felt on that second morning of Darshan.