"It has been a revelation. We did not expect anything. Baba has not let us down. We cannot contain it. Our only prayer is we can contain it. Now we should not let Baba down.

"This has been the tone of all the darshan groups. They marveled at what they had received. They kept fearing it was only for a while. But Baba's words will not be in vain. This bounty of love can never evaporate. Where a fruit tree is planted, the gardener waters it—he sees fresh sparkling water around the thirsting tree, then the water is absorbed where it's needed, by the roots, and no water is seen. Later when the branches grow strong, flowers blossom, fruits come, the water is seen in its results. That is how Baba works—He waters, hoes the hard earth, and that is what we don't like. But later, one sees the results."

Eruch: "Mani has said everything that needed to be said. Once again we shout His Name: 'Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai!"'

The Master's Prayer is read again, the women mandali sing Baba's Arti composed by Him forty years ago. A lady reads her humorous pink sheet 'confession'; then Mani tells us "We stood out in a drizzle to welcome those returning from Meherabad. We did it for all the groups. It was such a joy to us."

She said Baba, before seeing His lovers at darshan, used to ask, How do I look? They'd say, Half an hour ago you looked tired, but now you look beautiful. At Mehera's request, Mani read a letter from an Indian lover in England: "I have seen my Beloved Baba in dreams six times. Once, at a vast gathering, you, Mani, were seated near Mehera who was weeping, saying 'Baba is gone, but I saw Baba seated beside you and I said 'Look!' And you turned and He embraced you, saying 'I am the Only One. Do not worship anyone else."'

Ronny Lane from England sings: At Christmas Sitting by Baba's Photo, and the Song of Evolution! It was on tape to be played for Baba. "Today Baba made it possible for us to hear it," Mani said. Then Mehera gives us a letter from a child: "Dear Mr. Meher Baba! We would love you to visit us. We know you can help us, because you really love everybody, especially children. You look like God. Please come soon."

Next, we heard some 'sweet meats'—little sayings that Irwin and Edward Luck used to hide inside some chocolates they sent to Baba. These used to delight Baba:

"I never thought of becoming God until I met You.

Now I can't think of anything else but serving You."

"Your love makes my heart sing; Your mercy is so tender, beyond expression."

"With you on my side I cannot lose."

"I don't know who I am, but if you're in the mood, I'm open to any suggestion."

"I'd love to dine with one sip of your Wine."

"This is quite old-fashioned. I love You."

Ben Wright reads a letter from a lover in Portland, Ben is on a "look like Baba" kick, white sadra, sandals, long hair—but how about the eye glasses, Ben?!

"East is East

West is West

Never the Twain shall meet

—Except at His feet."

Mike Childs says: "I have been playing sixteen years to myself. Now the music is His. I use music to communicate Baba to other people." He plays one of his songs. Bob Weston reads out his translation of a Hindi ghazal — from the literal translation by Bhau Kalchuri. Mehera weeps while he is reading: