在美拉巴德阿璐医生（Dr Aloo）把我领到一间小屋里，说：“巴巴，这是从孟买来的麦鲁·彼里莫瑞亚(Mehroo Billimoria)。”她说完就离开了。巴巴站在我面前，身穿白色长袍（sadra），手里拿着字母板，阿迪站在他旁边。
He is Zoroaster Too!
I came from an orthodox and devout Zoroastriano family and consequently was devoted only to Load Zoroaster. When in 1941, I joined a community kitchen in Bombay [now called Mumbai] the supervisors were Baba lovers. They had His photo on a table and used to talk about Him. Someone told me, “He is God in human form, ” but I couldn’t believe it—this seemed like blasphemy to me. Looking at His photo I did not feel anything in my heart and thought, “He can’t be Zoroaster,” and so did not think about Him.
Some time in the following year, Baba called His lovers from Bombay for a one-day darshan program. One of the supervisors, I think it was Dina Talati, persuaded me to go with them, replied, “I may come, but don’t ask me to bow down to Baba. ”
My father had impressed upon me that all sadhus and gurus of the day were charlatans, using the same trick. When someone goes to see them, they send one of their followers to politely talk to the person. The information obtained is then secretly passed on to the guru who use it to appear omniscient when he receives the visitor, and the next thing you know the visitor is being swindled.
So, while in the train coming to Ahmednagar, I started mentally preparing a list of questions to test Baba’s authority. When we arrived, one of Baba’s mandali met us. Seeing me he asked politely who I was and why I had come. Remembering my father’s warning, I blurted out rudely：“That’s none of your business and I’m not going to tell you anything. ”Poor fellow, he left immediately, thinking perhaps I was crazy.
At Meherabad, Dr. Aloo led me into a cabin and said, ”Baba, this is Mehroo Billimoria from Bombay, ”and then left. Baba was standing before me in His white sadra, with His board in His hands and Adi K. Irani was by His side.
I can never, never describe what I saw——I saw God in human form. In a split second, I was convinced beyond doubt that Meher Baba is Zoroaster. He lovingly embraced me and my heart melted the way butter melts near the fire. I started crying, hiding my face in my hands.
Baba made me sit on a stool and let me cry for a while. Then, taking out a rose petal from His garland He put it in my mouth. At the same time He, the Beloved, put His right hand on my head and spelt out on His board, ”I know what you are thinking. ”
This made me cry ever more, knowing that He knew all about me, but Baba added, “Don’t cry. Remember Me and I will always help you. ”
My interview ended then, although my crying didn’t end until I returned to Bombay. But Baba had kept His promise to me-He has never let me down. I have had to experience many trials, but whenever I remembered Baba, He has always been at my side, giving me strength to bear whatever crisis I have had to pass through. Jai Baba!
——Showers of Grace compiled by Bal Natu Copyright 1984