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SHRI MEHER BABA'S TOUR 23
man can. Baba ' s suffering to
leave behind these helpless
children is visible. Suffering is
visible in His beautiful face
when He takes on to Himself
their burdens.
The last Feast in Communion
in Love with the Great
Giver, before departing, was
held in His little room. Again
the dear ones of the family
including J.., the great loving
heart, our small group and the
three young women, gather for
the last prayer—the Arti—in
His august presence.
At 7-30 p. m. we leave the
house. The crowd that followed
to the station is wonderful
in its demonstration of
Love, in pain of separation. All
are there, all those I have
described and many more.
When Baba departs, He only
apparently leaves, as He makes
Himself inwardly alive and
ever present. "Shri Sadguru
Meher Baba Maharaj ki jai":
the echo of these words
follows the train which disappears
into the night.
At other stations more
people arrive who have been
informed hurriedly about Baba
passing the station at a given
hour. Baba's luminous hand
reaches out of the window into
the hands of those who were to
receive His blessing. We could
hardly recognize any, as the
station was very dimly lighted.
Baba quickly disposes of His
men body-guards to one side,
and stretches out on the bench
on the opposite side, for the
night ' s rest, disappear-ing
completely under one of the
new blankets given in Nagpur,
without giving any sign
apparently of sleep, but really
to do the work in the spheres
unknown to us. By five o ' clock
the next morning He is up
again.
The day is languorously rising
in pale grey, faintly disclosing
the landscape which, at
that early hour, appears similar
to the landscapes all over the
world. I see in it the Russian
Steppes, the barren curves of
the melancholy hills of Assisi
dry and indescribably holy,
here and there some less
comfortable habitation still
surrounded by some wild
blooming hedge. On the deserted
roads we see the eternally
wandering tribe of souls
longing for God, marching on
these holy roads that we call
dusty and bumpy; but through
these bumps and holes the
intrepid wanderer