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Episode Eleven - Ali Baba and similar stories "I may meet with as good luck as my brother," said he to himself. not sleep, and went to his brother in the morning before sunrise. will you believe me when I tell you that I sewed a dead body together in a hoarding-place defending like a lion in the fight.
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New York? Then I overheard, "He says he's God," so I started wondering how God could write a book and if God was the author, who could be the publisher! The concept of the God-Man, God in human form, was totally beyond my grasp. Perhaps he was what he claimed — he had such an honest face I felt he couldn't tell a lie.
Then I gave it no more thought. That was how I first heard of Meher Baba. It was late when my friends and I got up to go home that evening; the fog had rolled in thickly from the ocean making it hard to find our way to our car. Having found it in the fog, we settled in for the long drive back. As it was my car, I was driving, and from the first turn down the long driveway I realized that our return drive was going to be difficult — the fog was so thick I couldn't see more than a few feet ahead, and the road down the mountain was full of hairpin turns and hard to drive even in daylight.
I leaned over the wheel and tried my best. As the minutes crept by, it seemed harder and harder to negotiate the steep turns in the dark and fog. I was tired and began to be nervous — would this road never end? As I really began to feel the strain of the drive and the eeriness of the enshrouding fog, I suddenly felt two hands on the steering wheel beside mine; they seemed to be steering the car! I could almost see them, the feeling was so strong. I asked my friend seated next to me if she noticed anything about the wheel.
She didn't and I told her about my feeing of the two hands.
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It didn't seem frightening to us at the time, only strange and inexplicable and we lapsed into puzzled silence. The bottom of the mountain finally came into sight, and we were weary and dizzy from the endless twisting and turnings of the road. At the first crossroads, just at the foot of the mountain, the car suddenly would not go into first gear. The shift kept jamming — so I put the car in neutral and we coasted the car into a gas station, fortunately just a few yards away.
We left the car there to be repaired and called a friend who kindly came and drove us home. The next morning I returned to the gas station to pick up my car. The attendant greeted me with a chuckle, "Now, just tell me where you drove that car in from, miss! I smiled, a little puzzled at his manner, and said, "We came from La Honda," the town at the top of the mountain.
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At this he laughed, "That's a good joke! Now really, where'd you come from — I'm surprised you could get that car to move! He chuckled, "Well lady, one turn around the station and the right wheel flew off! You couldn't have driven her in that condition for more than yards, so don't kid me about coming from La Honda!
Just not possible! Two years later in when I came to Baba at His beautiful Center in Myrtle Beach, the episode of the two guiding hands became transformed in my mind into a sign from Beloved Baba — that He had had me in His hands from the very first evening I heard His Name, and probably for ages before. Showers of Grace, pp. Bal Natu. Meanwhile, Baba called an inspector of police named K. Savant and his wife, Hemlata, to Satara, and they arrived on the morning of Sunday, December 18th.
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They were old lovers, experiencing a certain difficulty which Baba wished to clear up. She would neither cook nor care for her children, who would go hungry until Savant returned from work in the evening. He had to cook their food, feed and look after them.
Savant had written about this to Baba, and so Baba sent for them. I know how you remember me day and night, and remain focused on me. Your mind never wanders and this is good. I am God and so I am in everyone. But while I am happy in you, I am unhappy in Savant and the children. When I feel hungry in these children and do not get food, then I become unhappy with you.
If, in these children, I do not get clean clothes to wear, I feel unhappy. If you keep me happy in all, I will be so pleased with your love that I will even change your fortune! On their way from Poona, she had not uttered a single word to Savant or the children, and was in a withdrawn mood. But after listening to Baba, she smiled and embraced Savant, and the couple left happily.
Baba had shown her the true way to worship him. After hearing Kenmore recitation of the prayers, once Hoshang Bharucha asked Kenmore, "Are you praying or fighting with God? The next day when he had to repeat the prayers, Kenmore spoke them almost in a whisper. Baba looked sternly at Hoshang and Cowas, who at that moment felt it would be better if the earth gave way beneath their feet and swallowed them up! Baba instructed Kenmore to repeat the prayer as usual. When he finished, Baba remarked, "Prayers should be from the heart. It does not matter whether they are said loudly or softly. They should be natural.
For Harry it is natural to say them loudly.
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If he had to say them softly, it would not be natural for him. It was a gift to us from a friend, but the conviction that Meher Baba is God in human form was Baba's gift to us. Since then, Baba has made it very clear to me that my work is to make my conviction about Him visible in my daily life.
He has helped me in endless ways to understand that the more I try to obey Him, the more I will experience His presence. Two dreams, in particular, have given me that priceless experience of His intimate presence. For a long time after coming to Baba, I had wanted to have a ring made which would have the highest meaning for me. So when I lost my college ring, I had a gold ring made, beautifully engraved with the "Mastery in Servitude - Avatar Meher Baba" emblem, surrounded by the symbols of the world's six great religions.
The ring was beautifully made and I cherished it because of its meaning. Seldom was I unaware of it. But one day, not long after acquiring it, I was swimming in the ocean at Virginia Beach. When I came out of the water to resume reading the legal material I had brought with me, I was suddenly shocked to realize that the ring was gone. It had slipped off my finger into the ocean. I was very upset at this loss because of the significance the ring held for me. Several nights later, Baba appeared in my dream and with anguish I asked, "Baba, why did I lose my ring?
I was no longer concerned about the loss of my ring.
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On the contrary, I was deeply grateful to Baba for giving me this valuable experience. In , I lost something even more important to me than my ring — I lost the physical form of the God-Man. Although Baba had constantly emphasized to us the importance of finding Him within, His form was so beautiful that I had become dependent upon His physical contact and external guidance.
When Baba dropped His body, the emptiness I experienced was so vast and painful that I felt as if the light had gone out of the world. Creation had lost its meaning. Shortly after this staggering event, Baba appeared in my dream and I asked, "Are the hearts of your close ones broken? Baba replied, "Hearts that are filled with love, when broken, only pour out more love. In , Dr. Hira Loll Chopra, PhD. He was taken to Meherazad by Adi on 15th February and saw Baba for 20 minutes.
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He recited an Urdu poem he had composed and Baba was happy with his understanding and love. Once I suffered from severe tummy ache for days on end and all the medicine I was given didn't help. Beloved Baba called me to Him and poured some medicine into a cup and stirred it with His finger.
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I was told to drink it, which I did to the last drop. He then washed the cup with His own hands; I was so upset to see Him do that, I made a gesture to take the cup, but He lovingly told me to go away. I never had that tummy ache again after that I was a very vain child and, as you know, pride comes before a fall. I did have a nasty tumble.
Beloved Baba often used to look at me and gesture that I had a very pretty face. Other members of the women mandali would say the same thing. So I was proud of that, until the downfall, for I contracted small-pox. The scars it left on my face and body were very disfiguring. My face was like the surface of the moon with great big craters on it. I definitely looked ugly and I used to cry for hours on end and never dared look into the mirror.