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THE GOD-MAN The Life, Journeys and Work of Meher Baba with an ...

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<strong>THE</strong> FINAL DECLARATION 253<strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> a half feet so that he could not lie down. He died in a room shown to the party. On a stone over thedoorway to the room there is engraved Maharaj's will. <strong>The</strong> room contained the couch on which he died.<strong>Baba</strong> paid homage, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> one after <strong>an</strong>other did the same under <strong>Baba</strong>'s guid<strong>an</strong>ce, kneeling down <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> kissingthe stone.<strong>The</strong> m<strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong>ali <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> others were given food in a lower room where <strong>Baba</strong> sat <strong>with</strong> them for a few minutes,but we were taken to <strong>an</strong> upper room <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> given refreshments at small tables. <strong>The</strong> food was tasty <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong>daintily served. <strong>Baba</strong> in a playful mood threw fruit from his table to be caught by various people: this wasprasad. He merely touched his own food. He appeared strained <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> suffering, as he did throughout the visit.A hymn was sung in his praise. At the end he said, 'To find me, you have to lose yourself. But these arejust words when spoken <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> heard. Losing oneself <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> finding oneself is for very few lovers who carrytheir lives in their sleeves.'<strong>Baba</strong> visited a sick girl <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> fed her rose petals. He took the group to the ladies' dormitory <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> sat in ajhula, or swing, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> a girl s<strong>an</strong>g the song <strong>Baba</strong> composed for Maharaj. <strong>The</strong> buildings were visited again,<strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> he sat <strong>with</strong> the party in the temple <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> showed them Sai <strong>Baba</strong>'s stick <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> pipe kept in silver cases. Ithad been intended that we should visit Sai <strong>Baba</strong>'s shrine at Shirdi, but there was no time.We left after a memorable day's experience. On the way back, <strong>Baba</strong> stopped <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> got out <strong>of</strong> his car toinquire about Fred Marks, who had hit his head on a low doorway <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> had been bound up by <strong>Baba</strong>. <strong>Baba</strong>'sattention was drawn by D<strong>an</strong>a Field to the d<strong>an</strong>ger <strong>of</strong> his wearing his scarf in his car, as it was flowing out <strong>of</strong>the window; <strong>Baba</strong> immediately removed it. He had lost his look <strong>of</strong> suffering. He also sent the members <strong>of</strong>the m<strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong>ali to collect booklets <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> other literature presented to us at the ashram, insisting that everythingshould be given up.<strong>The</strong> following day, Tuesday, <strong>Baba</strong> arrived at 10.15 <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> said he would stay longer that day.Having inquired from each about his health, he said that he himself was tired; he had not slept for threenights. He felt the burden <strong>of</strong> the universe. 'I promised to teach you how to play marbles', he said. 'I amabove promises, but I have been reminded, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> will do so.' He explained that there are two types <strong>of</strong> game,showed us what they were <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> played <strong>with</strong> us. We went into the lounge, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> although the couch had beenprepared <strong>with</strong> a rug <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> flowers, he did not sit on it but took a chair in the corner <strong>of</strong> the room. He said hewould first explain about Sakori, where he took us yesterday, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> would talk as the thoughts came to him,not necessarily consecutively:

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