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Continued. Recorded by Irwin Luck; Translated by Farhad Shafa
My name is Esphandiar Vasali. I was only 16 years old when I had the fortune to have Baba's darshan. The internal experiences that I have gained from Baba are these: that only loving Baba is true, and that, other than loving him, no amount of asceticism has value, and that, when my inside is completely empty of everything else, other than loving Baba, when I completely love Baba, only then do I feel myself to be Baba. At those times, I cannot experience anything other than Baba. I experience nothing of the outside, internally, within myself, I become Baba, as long as I remain in that love.
Let me tell about Mestiparthiwan (Chota Baba)* in the Prem Ashram. On the third day, when he was in an unconscious state, the hospital was empty. There was no one there. So, I went inside and approached him. I asked him, "Mr. Pakravan, do you know me?" As he was lying in a semi-unconscious state on the bed, he opened his eyes, and he looked at me, and he said, "Yes." I asked him "Who am I?" He said "You're Baba." There was a little matchstick there. I picked that up, and I said "Do you see this? What is this?" He said "It is Baba." And, whatever I asked him, besides questions about Baba, he would not answer. This is a glimpse of Mr. Pakravan, who was with me in the Prem Ashram, and whom I saw while he was unconscious.
In the summer season, when it was very hot, Baba had us move to Arangaon, where the climate was better. There, the two groups of us joined each other. Baba had built a house there for us. We were all staying in bamboo rooms, made out of bamboo mats. Baba made only one house there in Toka, called Meher Manzil, and during the summer, when it was hot in Meherabad, we moved over there and lived there in Baba's proximity.
One day, Baba invited all the children from Prem Ashram into his own room, and we went and sat around his room. As we were sitting there, all of a sudden my attention was drawn to Baba, who was lying on the bed. I thought to myself, "It is true that God also sleeps?" And, just as this thought entered my mind, I saw that Baba was lying there, on one side. He opened his lower eye and looked at me in such a way, that no one else noticed. He looked at me for a little while, just to let me know he was awake; and then closed his eye again. He slept for another ten minutes, and then got up. They brought in the gramophone, and started to play spiritual songs. After this, we went back to our own rooms.
My name is Khodayar, son of Feridoon; with Baba, I was known with the last name of Toos. I'm an Iranian, who, in the year of the Persian calendar, 1306, went to India to Meher Baba along with twelve or thirteen other boys. There we studied for one year and eight months. I was only nine years old.
Even in my childhood, when I first saw Baba, I told myself that he's not like the rest of the human beings. All his manners and gestures and all he did were like things that I had never seen, ever, in the world. At the same time he was observing silence, he would speak with gestures in such a way that even newcomers could understand. He was so kind to all of us, and his love and his kindness had affected us so much that when our parents came to take us away, we did not want to leave. It was better there for us than at home.
*See Awakener, Vol. 3 No. 3 P. 15
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