On Sunday morning, February 18th, 91962) at 9:45 A.M., the Ahmednagar bhajan group came to Meherazad to sing for Baba. Eruch and Don Stevens had gone out for a walk, as they would do every morning, but the Ahmednagar group had arrived fifteen minutes early. By the time Eruch and Don returned to Meherazad, Baba was already with them in front of Mandali Hall.
“Where have you been?” he asked Eruch, his eyes flashing with anger. Eruch explained. Baba asked, “But why weren’t you here when the singers arrived?”
Eruch said “The program was to start at ten o’clock, and it is only a quarter to ten now.”
“You should have been here,” Baba insisted. “You should know what I want.” On and on, Baba reprimanded Eruch. Don Stevens was mortified. “Good heavens, what have I gotten poor Eruch into,” he thought, as it was Stevens who had wanted to go out that morning, despite Eruch’s misgivings. “I really ought to bear some of the weight of this debacle,” he thought to himself.
Just as he had this thought, Baba turned on him and gestured, “Don, you have ruined my day!”
To have the Avatar himself say this to him was more than Don Stevens could bear. Something “absolutely snapped, broke, foundered,” inside him. But just as he knew he could never feel the same again, Baba looked deeply, quietly, steadily at him for five seconds, snapped his fingers, pardoning him, gesturing, “Don’t worry. Let’s have a good time.”
To see Baba one minute in a storming rage and a few seconds later with absolutely no trace of his apparent anger was something unique for Stevens and a deep object lesson in his life. He saw for himself the total freedom which Baba enjoyed from any sort of binding by emotions or emotional reactions.
The music program was held that morning.
Lord Meher, American ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 17, pp. 5883 – 5884.