Just Think of Baba By Zo Newell ~ January 14, 2012 Nashville, TN "We happened to be at Meherabad for Makar Sankranti one year. I remember Minoo Kaka telling us that on this day the perfect masters get together and decide how the year is going to go. (I assume he got that bit of esoterica from Upasni Maharaj, to whom he was close, but I don't know for sure.) I repeated this to Mehera[1] later that day at Meherazad; she was irritated and basically said -- Don't worry about what the perfect masters may be doing, just think of Baba. Still, happy Makar Sankranti! "I should add, for those who don't remember him, that Minoo Kaka (Minoo Bharucha) was a very lighthearted man who loved to tell stories on spiritual themes and who loved to laugh. So when he told us about the perfect masters getting together on that day, I believe he meant it, and as I said he probably got that from Maharaj - who had some pretty outrageous stories of his own - but he was not making any big serious deal about it. It was kind of in the spirit of 'Far out, those perfect masters, what a great bunch of guys". That's all.'" 1. Mehera above is Mehera J. Irani, Avatar Meher Baba's beloved. - LW
Well, I went upstairs into his little room, which resembled a monastic cell because its stone walls were very thick. Baba was seated on a cot, robed in white. I don't know what happened... All I know is that I found myself on my knees at Baba's feet, crying as I think I had never cried before. The tears were streaming down my face. I don't think I was happy - I don't think I was unhappy. Perhaps the tears seemed to wash away all that happened to me in the past, all that I had regretted. I was empty, in a sense, yet filled with lightness and new dawn - fresh life. I felt clean and light. I don't know how long this weeping lasted, I couldn't tell you - it was timeless. Baba dictated on the board, which I heard Chanji interpret, "She is to stay near me." Somebody picked me up. I was put to bed, and fell into a deep slumber. I can't explain what happened... I always loved Jesus Christ, and it seemed to me that Baba was like the Jesus I had known as a child in the paintings depicting him. I felt this tremendous love, this tremendous compassion. Although there was a great deal to criticise in me, and even be stern about (I most certainly had not always been as good or nice a person as I should have been), in his eyes there was nothing but understanding and compassion, and no condemnation at all. I think it was that that won me over to him. However sensual one had been, however undutiful, ungrateful or careless, whatever one's faults were that he saw, it seemed as if he saw what one might become, and drew this out. Kim Tolhurst, 14 September 1931, East Challacombe, England (From Lord Meher Volume 4, p. 1418).
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