MEHER BABA JOURNAL - Avatar Meher Baba Trust
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SHRI <strong>MEHER</strong> <strong>BABA</strong>'S TOUR 21<br />
took in another life. He listens<br />
patiently to the outbreak of that<br />
weary heart and said: "All<br />
right. You have seen many<br />
teachers, you have read many<br />
books—now that you have<br />
seen me, try to read me and<br />
you will realize your object.<br />
Follow my advice. For two<br />
days, beginning tomorrow, you<br />
shall not eat, nor drink, nor<br />
speak. After that you shall<br />
receive certain instructions,<br />
and these you will carry out<br />
faithfully. You will find out<br />
that by fasting, not speaking<br />
and carrying out my instructions,<br />
you will derive the<br />
benefit of an inner experience<br />
that you have been longing for.<br />
There is nothing to be drawn<br />
from the outside, everything is<br />
there—in your self already. I<br />
am in your heart. The only<br />
thing needed is the opening of<br />
your heart, and that I will do. If<br />
you follow my instructions<br />
implicitly, you will see the<br />
Reality. You will see the<br />
Reality right in front of you,<br />
and you will become convinced<br />
of its existence beyond<br />
the shadow of doubt." Like a<br />
child the man had to repeat<br />
every word <strong>Baba</strong> had said to<br />
him. The man ended by saying,<br />
"I now know my Master,<br />
through Your Grace my life<br />
will be fulfilled."<br />
At 3 p. m. <strong>Baba</strong> gives signal<br />
to be ready for the afternoon<br />
visits. This time we are driving<br />
through the Hindu quarters,<br />
and stop at the house of a<br />
wealthy merchant, a beautiful<br />
old home decorated with coloured<br />
stucco. In the centre of<br />
the garden stands a huge<br />
Banyan tree, the atmosphere is<br />
filled with perfume of scented<br />
herbs and the intense odour of<br />
small pink roses from which<br />
the famous rose water is<br />
drawn. The loyal host stands at<br />
the door, putting the customary<br />
garland over <strong>Baba</strong>'s head, prostrating<br />
his body flat on the<br />
ground, passing his forehead<br />
on His holy feet. The reception<br />
is unusually solemn and silent.<br />
The host, with a few of his<br />
men friends, no woman being<br />
present, sits in a circle around<br />
the August Visitor. A servant<br />
passes a huge silver dish, filled<br />
with dried nuts, to <strong>Baba</strong> and to<br />
all present. The breath-taking<br />
stillness is lasting for a few<br />
minutes...<strong>Baba</strong>'s work is done<br />
...He rises from His seat giving<br />
sign to all to leave. Later when<br />
I ask <strong>Baba</strong> why that man performed<br />
a reception for Him in