Meanwhile at Meherazad that morning, Baba had not cleared his bowels. After driving some distance in the car,
|“No, no,” gestured Baba. “Just hurry and drive straight to Meherabad.”
Again on the way, Baba indicated he had to go to the toilet urgently. “We can stop at Akbar Press,” Eruch suggested.
But again Baba gestured no. “On reaching Meherabad, I will proceed straight to my room and use the potty there; don’t allow anyone to come inside.”
Eruch was driving as fast as he could, but at 7:30 A.M., about three furlongs from Meherabad, they were met by the cheering and cries of Baba’s lovers, who had come forward to receive him. Eruch blared the horn, telling people to move out of the way; but the only response he got was: “Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai!” And again and again louder: “Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai! Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai!”
Baba’s car was surrounded. Eruch went on honking and shouting for people to please move and allow the car to proceed, but Baba gestured to him to keep quiet and not mar their enthusiasm. “Once in this life, they get such an opportunity,” he remarked. And the car inched its way forward. The greatest joy for the lovers was thus a torture for their Beloved!
Lord Meher, 1st. ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 15, p. 5353.
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