MY OWN CREATION INTRIGUES ME

Cyrus M. Khambata Daily Messages

One of those who came during his vacation (Oct./Nov. 1963) was
Niranjan Singh of Delhi. Niranjan had an exceptional intellect, and
was well respected as the head of the science department at his
college. Being a physicist, whenever he came, he would inevitably
question Baba about the cosmic creation, or about oneness and
manyness, human beings on other planets, evolution and involution: in
short, a great variety of probing questions. Baba would always
graciously and with good humor give explanations that would satisfy
his mind, and each time Niranjan would leave feeling happy and
satisfied.

In fact, many of Baba’s explanations to Niranjan Singh had been
written down and included in the book, The Everything And The Nothing.
When Niranjan entered Mandali Hall, Baba signaled Francis Brabazon to
bring a copy of the book for him, because, as Baba commented, “Through
his questions, Niranjan was responsible for creating it.” Francis
handed the book to Baba, who eyed it. He remarked to Niranjan, “Look,
here it is. This is the result of all your queries.” Niranjan just
glanced through the book and put it aside. Baba reacted as if
surprised. No shadow of joy or happiness had crossed the man’s face.
Baba asked, “What is the matter? Aren’t you happy with this?”

“Alas,” he said, heaving a sigh, “what am I to tell you?”

“What is the matter? What happened? It is your questioning that has
brought about this book, and people will read it and be benefited.
Some will understand it, some may not, but it will do good for
humanity – and all because of your questioning. Aren’t you happy about
it?”

“Baba, that is a different question.”

“What is the other question? What is the matter?”

Niranjan Singh explained, “Even now my heart says that verily you are
God in human form. I accept you. But this stupid mind causes me
trouble. A terrible thing has happened.”

“What happened? What is the matter with you?”

“After visiting you last, when I went back to the train station from
here, I was so happy and charged with total satisfaction. When I sat
in the train, all of a sudden, something cropped up in my mind which
totally confused me.”

“What was it? Tell me.”

“What to say, Baba? I don’t know. My heart accepts you. But this mind
cannot accept. Since then there is no peace. What intrigues me is
this: you say that you are Infinite Consciousness, that you are
Infinite. Time and again you have hammered this onto our minds. But
being a scientist, I cannot understand how Infinity is bottled up in
you, in your body, in this finite frame that I see. That is intriguing
me. That is the one thing that is bothering me.”

Baba replied, “Being a college principal and a scientist, that
intrigues you. But I, being the Creator himself, my own creation
intrigues me! What do you say to that? You have no idea of the things
that intrigue me?”

Suddenly, Baba smiled and motioned, “Look outside. What do you see?”

Niranjan replied, “I see the sandals outside.”

“Just that much?”

“I see the barren ground.”

“Only that?”

“I see the trees, the fields. There are shepherds there.”

“Anything else?”

“There are sheep, goats and cows grazing. A farmer is ploughing the field.”

“And?”

“I see a range of hills.”

“And further?”

“Another range of hills extends beyond those.”

“Anything else?”

“There is a vast horizon there. I can see the sky. Clouds.”

Baba smiled and explained, “Your eyes are so small, so small when
compared with all that. How can your tiny little pupils capture such
vast things in the distance far, far away? How is it that all these
things are bottled up in your eyes?”

He concluded, “Tell me how all that is in your eyes, and I will tell
you how Infinity is bottled up in me!”

Niranjan Singh was quite happy with Baba’s explanation.

Lord Meher, Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 18, pp.6220 – 6222.