To My beloved selves,

I received your letters during these months of silence. But my dear Chanji was all the time on the move on a very important work of mine — a very big project that has much to do with my dearest "gopies" and devotees at the other end — these letters could not be replied to as usual.

I know what this silence meant to each of you who so eagerly await for even a word from your Beloved Baba! I knew and know how each heart felt in anxious awaiting for a personal note from Baba. But, dearest mine, if you only know how "silence speaks more than words," you would welcome such a silence a hundred times more than spoken or written words. For it is during such periods of prolonged "silence" that hearts united in Love such as yours for your Beloved are drawn closer, the inner communion held more frequent, and it was during this "silence" that I felt the heart-throbs stronger and deeper, longing for the Love that is to be ultimately yours.

And when I say, my dearest, that it was for a very important project connected with you, my dear ones, at the other end that I was busy all the while, contemplating, planning, and fixing things, you beloveds will surely not mind whatever anxiety this silence has caused you, but would rather welcome same, since it has been instrumental in bringing you closer to me, more than anything else, and also in helping me to work for a project that has, as I said above, much to do with my dearest ones across the continent. For I know you who love me do understand to some extent how I have to work for the welfare of the world and spiritual uplift of humanity.

The long-contemplated "move" has been effected, as you will perceive from the name of the place — MYSORE — where I have recently come over from where I send this letter. And as in my other important work, absolute privacy has been observed throughout this "move" from Meherabad, so that none except about a dozen of the "mandali" who accompany me here, know where I am — I mean the actual spot. All the others know only that I am somewhere in the South (of India). For this, I have reasons. And I alone know what it means to work in silence and in privacy, being at the same time in connection with thousands, who, every moment, watch my movements and want to see me, whose eyes are ever eager to mark my movements and know my activities. Those who work with me in my "moves" and see things, can have an idea. Others can hardly imagine how immensely troublesome a task it is to move in privacy in parts of a country where, at every step, there are chances of coming across of one or the other of the thousands of devotees and others to whom the name of "Baba" is so well-known and dear, and how harder the task becomes when a word or whisper from one to the other discloses my whereabouts and spreads the news that are meant to be kept strictly "private". But I have my own ways, and I manage things anyhow. And in this working, I naturally expect those who accompany me or partake in the work, to abide by my instructions or orders and undergo certain discipline, even with inconvenience or hardships.

And while those who are with me suffer thus, for my work, those who are left behind in their respective places to do their own duties as allotted to them, both in India and abroad, suffer in anxious awaiting for the news from the Beloved, at times for days, at times for months!

Thus, all suffer — all who love Baba and want him, each in his or her way, and are instrumental, through suffering, in helping my work.

Is that too much to expect from those to whom life should have no meaning but what their Beloved Baba gives to it — to share in his suffering and be utilized in his Cause and in his work!