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Real beauty can never be enjoyed without rooting out the dirt


During a discussion on Saturday, 13 February 1932, the topic of beauty came up in the presence of a few outsiders.

To explain further, Baba spelled out:

I like beauty in everything; but what is beauty? The beauty that never perishes, that is immortal, is real beauty.

Look at the human body. It is full of filth and dirt. The mouth, nose, rectum, urinary tract — what are in all these? Filth! Still, men run after beautiful women. This is not beauty. It is foul lust.

Suppose you love a beautiful woman and her face gets misshapen by acid thrown on it, rendering her ugly. Then what will become of your ‘love’?

If your heart is quite clean and your mind is pure, you will remain unaffected, even surrounded by thousands of beautiful women. It will have no effect on you and you will be able to appreciate beauty.

As it is, you do not love beauty but dirt, because you yourselves are unclean. Get rid of your own foulness and then find out what beauty is! Beauty can never be enjoyed without rooting out the dirt., p1352
Feb, 1932; Nasik

“If you wish to be at peace, keep your mind steady”


On Wednesday, 18 December 1929, two Germans named Victor Stomps and Phillip Bobl came to Nasik for Baba’s darshan. They were interested in Buddhism and were traveling in India. The next day, Baba advised Victor, “Go to Italy; there you will find a Buddhist who is a devotee of mine. He is advanced on the Path. He will teach you how to know me; he has past connections with you.” Taking Baba’s advice, Victor Stomps decided to leave India and return to Europe.

The other German, Phillip, openly expressed a wish to live with the Master. Baba informed him, “You may stay here for a few days to determine whether such a life suits you, after which I will instruct you spiritually. But don’t worry about anything; keep your mind steady and one-pointed. Be firm in your resolve and do not waver.”

After considering this, Phillip consented, and comfortable arrangements for his boarding and lodging were made. Baba appointed two of the mandali to look after him and ordered them to be mindful of all his needs. But the following day, Bobl announced that he had decided to go elsewhere on pilgrimage. “Why?” Baba asked. “Were you uncomfortable here?”

“Nothing of the sort, but my mind is too active.”

Baba then advised him, “As long as your mind is actively working, you will never be at ease. If you wish to be at peace, keep your mind steady. You may go on pilgrimage now and have that experience, also.”

Baba concluded, “The mind is the root of all disturbance in the world; if you submit to it, you will never be able to follow a guru and find God.” Phillip Bobl left on his pilgrimage, never to meet Meher Baba again., p1126
Dec, 1929; Nasik

“This echo is the gift of the Master”


One of Purdom’s friends came to see Baba on 26 September 1931 and said, “After reading the articles in Everyman, I felt I must see you. It was not a superficial thought; I was inspired to see you.”

Baba expressed his pleasure at meeting him and observed:

It is not within the bounds of the intellect to judge spiritual perfection or to enter the realms of One who has attained perfection. This can only be achieved through love — surpassing the intellect. This love is born only in the pure heart of a real lover of God.

It can never blossom in the hearts of those swayed by the intellect’s achievements.

For this reason, divine personalities when explaining about themselves rely more on impulse and inspiration than on intellect. While giving his contact to worthy souls, a Perfect Master creates impetus within them. Man’s innermost being is the House of God, and when contact with a Divine Being is established, the heart echoes with his sweet Song. This echo is the gift of the Master. By creating the silent impulse within, he makes it resonate., p1273
Sept, 1931; London

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“I feel every heartbeat in creation”



On December 30th, while expounding on the universe, Meher Baba revealed:

The speed of the revolving of the universe is so tremendous that it is impossible to tell whether it is spinning in motion. Look how many people, creatures, and inanimate things there are in this world. Every person and thing has a pulse; everyone has thoughts – hundreds of thoughts per minute. If all of these thoughts of the whole mass of humanity and all other living beings in the world are put together, no one would be able to measure or think of them. The amount is so measureless.

Such tremendous speed has no calculable speed. It looks as if it is at a standstill. The pulse of the whole universe is so infinite; but this pulse I measure, I observe and I feel. Think of what it must be. I know what the President of the United States thinks or will think tomorrow. I know the same about the Prime Minister of England. It does not take me even a moment to know their thoughts.

You wonder, “How is it possible?” I say it is possible because all this is so close to me. Suppose I pinch Vasant’s hand, cheek or belly. Does he feel it? He does because all these are parts of his body. If I pinch him simultaneously at several places, he would feel the pinches. In the same way, the universe has stuck to me; it is part and parcel of my being. I know and understand the thought of each and every living being and thing in the universe. How? Because I have clasped the universe to my bosom so tightly that I feel every heartbeat in creation., p1003
Dec, 1928; Meherabad

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Love, Obedience and Surrender

Baba mentioned the reviews of God Speaks to the group and continued:

If after reading God Speaks Niranjan Singh feels happy, I will not be happy. I will not feel happy unless and until Niranjan begins loving me. Listen carefully. If you don’t understand, never mind. Maybe after hearing me, a few may begin loving me as I wish. It is not a joke to be on the spiritual path. Only that one who washes his hands of his mind, body and life, and turns into dust, can progress on the path. Volumes are written about this spiritual path. So I will tell you something about turning into dust. Afterwards I will speak about love.

Listen! There are three things which are most unimportant: to offer me garlands, to worship me, to perform my puja-arti. These are not the signs of love for God.

There are three things which are of paramount importance on the spiritual path. There is no compromise. These are love, obedience and surrender. Love is great in itself, but greater than love is obedience, and greater than obedience is complete surrender. Love seeks the will of the Beloved.

Obedience carries out the will of the Beloved. One who surrenders completely is resigned to the will of the Beloved. One who loves exists as the lover of the Beloved. Why? Because he simply loves the Beloved. One who obeys exists as the slave of the Beloved. One who surrenders his mind, body and soul has no existence — only the Beloved exists in him.

Love is a gift from God to man. A Perfect Master never gives the gift of love. Obedience is the gift from Master to man. Surrender is the gift of man to the Master., p3817
Nov, 1955; Meherabad

NEWS: 43rd Anniversary of Avatar Meher Baba Hyderabad [Koti] Center


Today 19 July 2016 (the ‘Guru purnima’ day)  is the 43rd Anniversary of Avatar Meher Baba Hyderabad [Koti] Center. 

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“Like innocent children, lay your head on the feet of your Master”


[Here are couple of references of the auspicious day of Guru Purnima from Lord Meher.]

On Sunday, 25 July 1926, Guru Purnima, the full moon day, was observed. Baba admonished the mandali: “Like innocent children, lay your head on the feet of your Master and take an oath that none of you will leave me until I break my silence.”  (, p694; Jul, 1926; Meherabad)

On Guru Purnima (the full moon day), Baba had the mandali pray collectively to God to help them hold on to Baba to the end.  (, p4562; Jul, 1959; Guruprasad)

“Listen! There are three things which are most unimportant: to offer me garlands, to worship me, to perform my puja-arti. These are not the signs of love for God.

There are three things which are of paramount importance on the spiritual path. There is no compromise. These are love, obedience and surrender. Love is great in itself, but greater than love is obedience, and greater than obedience is complete surrender. “

(, p3817)

“To realize Him, we should be honest in everything”


Baba then addressed the others: “My discourses, Vedanta, Upanishads and all religious literature have no value. It is literally explanations of the Unexplainable. That which cannot be understood cannot be explained. So I call all these a mere guppa [idle talk, chitchat]. The necessity is for the Experience. Then all the messages and doubts disappear forever. Then we know that we were always infinite, we are infinite and we will remain infinite.”

“Baba, what should I do to realize God?” Dadi Mehta asked.

“God is Perfect Honesty, and in our efforts to realize Him, perfect honesty is required. To realize Him, we should be honest in everything — in what we speak, in what we do and in what we think.”

… To all, Baba observed: “The worst thing lying in our Path is hypocrisy. We are all hypocrites to one degree or another. The slightest hypocrisy means no God! We cannot fool One Who knows everything!, p3420
Nov, 1953; Delhi

“Meherwan is indeed a Saint”


Baba playing marbles with young Meherwan

(Remembering our dear Meherwan Jessawala, here is another post)

Najamai, Meher Baba’s cousin was very close to Baba and also a member of women Mandali. Once in Bindra house (Poona) she told about an interesting incident about Baba in the presence of Gaimai Jessawala. Naja narrated that one day Beloved Baba was in a good mood and He asked the Mandali whether they had written letters to their family and friends. He asked Naja in particular about the correspondence. She told Baba that she had written a letter to Meherwan Jessawala (younger brother of Eruch,) Baba then asked her to read the letter in front of everyone, but she was reluctant to do so. Baba kept on coaxing her and finally she had to read the letter. She began the letter as “Dear Saint Meherwan” and suddenly there was a burst of laughs and giggles. Immediately Baba turned towards the ladies and said that Meherwan is indeed a Saint and everybody stopped laughing. After that everyone turned serious and quietly listened to the contents of the letter.

A second incident occurred in Guruprasad. During the Darshan program of Baba, someone asked Beloved as to how can anyone recognize a saint. Baba replied by pointing towards a corner of Guruprasad hall. In that corner a young Meherwan Jessawala was sitting quietly.

– “Memorable Moments with Meher Baba” by Faroukh Bastani – p,30
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[Another time] Referring to Meherwan Jessawala, Baba complimented him, “He is Eruch’s brother and my jewel, an original jewel. From head to foot he is mine.” (, p4305)


God’s Help comes at the Right time!


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Meherwan and Eruch  Byramshaw Jessawala

Remembering the brothers  Eruch and Meherwan  Byramshaw Jessawala, here is an anecdote.

Background: These are the early days after Eruch Jessawala dropped his body. Meherwan Jessawala recalling his elder brother Eruch narrates a story. The story dates back to the mid-40s, during a period when Eruch was staying with his family in Bindra House in Pune and would frequently be called by Meher Baba to be with him at Meherazad.

Meherwan narrates:
On one of these visits, a wealthy man came to have Meher Baba’s darshan. Before leaving, while bowing down to Meher Baba, the man placed a packet at Meher Baba’s feet. “What is it?” Baba asked. “A small token of love offering,” the man replied. “There is no need for it,” Meher Baba gestured, and asked him to take it away.

But the man insisted that Meher Baba keep it, and departed. Meher Baba then told Eruch to take the packet, keep the money, and give it to a deserving person. “But how will I find such a person?” Eruch asked. “Don’t worry,” Meher Baba assured him, “you will know.” Meher Baba then washed Eruch’s feet with his own hands and bowed down to him. “Before you give the packet,” Meher Baba instructed him, “wash the feet of the one you give it to and bow down to that person, just as I have done to you.”

Over the years I often noticed that, whenever Meher Baba gave Eruch an assignment, Eruch would always be most anxious to execute that work, lest he might die with the work unfinished! Now in this case, the packet of money and the charge Meher Baba had given to him weighed heavily on him. So when he returned to Pune, he would pay visits to pan and beetle leaf shops, sugarcane juice stalls, and other wayside centres of gossip and small talk, trying to catch word of some needy person matching Meher Baba’s description.

One day, while passing by a vendor of sugarcane juice, Eruch happened to hear a customer say, “I really pity that honest and truthful man: formerly he was in such happy circumstances, until he was accused by his corrupt seniors under some fabricated charge. He has been completely ruined and now lives in penury. What a plight the poor fellow is in!”

Eruch approached the speaker and asked, “Who are you talking about?” “What is that to you?” the man fired back, looking at him suspiciously. “My elder brother likes to give help to people who are in dire straits,” Eruch replied. “I think he would be interested in the man you are speaking of.”

Eruch got all the information and immediately set off by bus for the village of Bhor, some 40 miles to the south-west of Pune on the Pune-Satara highway. The road to Bhor branched off the main road and led across a large dam, the famous Bhatgur Dam, at that time the largest masonry dam in the world. Reaching the village beyond, Eruch inquired, and was duly led to a small ramshackle hovel on a run-down, filthy by-lane. “This is the place,” he was told.

He knocked on the door. A woman opened it. She was very beautiful, but wore a haggard look on her face, and was dressed in rags. “Where is the man of the house?” Eruch asked her. “He has gone out,” she answered, looking very alarmed. “Why do you want him? My husband has done no wrong!” For Eruch in his khaki clothes seemed like some official who had come to harass her or her husband in some way. What else would induce a stranger to visit such a remote outpost?

Eruch tried to pacify her and said that he had come to offer some help to her husband. At that she said, “No, no, please go away, as we will never be able to repay any loan.” Eruch reassured her on this point and was able to win her confidence. Then she explained to him that her husband was out at work. In fact, he was a tollgate attendant on the very road over the dam that Eruch had crossed on the way to the village. “He will be coming back home this evening,” she said. “Very well,” Eruch answered, “I’ll return tomorrow, bringing help, as I’ve assured you. Will your husband be here then? Ask him not to go before I come and see him.”

She promised him that he would be there, and Eruch departed for Pune. At Bindra House that night, he asked me, “Would you like to come with me on a picnic tomorrow at the site of the world’s largest dam?” Still just a boy at the time, this idea was appealing to me, and this is where I came into and became a witness to the rest of the story.
That next morning, packed lunch in hand, the two of us caught an early bus to Bhor. When we reached the hut, we found the man waiting for us. “What can I do for you?” he asked.

“My elder brother sent me,” Eruch told him. “He wishes to give you some help in your predicament.”

“I can’t accept a loan,” the man said. “I wouldn’t be able to pay it back.”

“There is no question of repayment. This is a gift of love from my elder brother. Please accept it, and he will be obliged to you.
“But there is a condition,” Eruch went on. “I have to wash your feet and bow down to you. Please allow me to do this, so that I may give you this gift.”

Very reluctantly the man agreed. Eruch washed his feet, bowed down before him, and gave him the packet which contained quite a substantial sum.

The man was rendered stunned and speechless by this whole turn of events. Immediately Eruch turned to me and said, “The work is done. Let’s go now.”

But before we had gone more than a few steps back down the road, the man came running after us. “Who are you?” he said. “Who has given me this gift?”

“It is from my elder brother,” Eruch answered. “It is an expression of love for you and your family. Don’t ask any more about it.”

“But did you know,” the man went on, “that if you had sought for me tomorrow you would not have found me here? And do you know why not? Do you know what I was planning to do?”

“What is that?”

“This very day I was planning to kill myself, to commit suicide by jumping over the dam wall. I had reached such desperate straits, such a dead end in my life, that there seemed to be no other way out for me. It is thanks to you that I am living on past this day.”

“Don’t give your thanks to me,” Eruch said. “Give your thanks to God. Great is His mercy and compassion. All praise to Him!”

With this, Eruch and I left quickly and hurried back along the road to the dam. There, as Eruch had promised, I got to enjoy a pleasant picnic and outing; and that evening we caught the bus back to Pune.

The beauty of this story is that it shows not only Meher Baba’s unfathomable compassion for who but God could have arranged in such an indirect and understated way to bring a gift like this in the very nick of time into the hands of a man who so desperately needed it, but at the same time it depicts Eruch’s extraordinary obedience and intuitive responsiveness to his wish and will. What an unobstructed channel he was for the flow of Meher Baba’s divine life! Indeed, as Meher Baba himself said, Eruch was “matchless.” But all this was the effect of Meher Baba’s work with him. As Meherwan so beautifully said at the beginning of his story, “what would most please Eruch would be if, when we commemorate him, what we remember is the painstaking years of effort that Baba spent in training Eruch, so as to bring him up to the standard of what we see today.


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