做了这个梦以后，我变得躁动不安。我醒来时是早上4点，但我跑到叔叔家，请求他告诉我有关巴巴的一切。但除了已经告诉我的，他也不知道更多的。不过，他带我去见道拉·辛（Daulat Singh）医生，道拉·辛仅仅在德拉敦（Dehra Dun）见过巴巴一分钟，但这足以让他完全臣服于至爱巴巴。他对巴巴的臣服和接受是如此地彻底，他甚至从未感到有必要去了解有关巴巴的更多事情。对于他来说，巴巴就是神，这已经足够了。但在我的乞求下，他总算给我讲了他见巴巴的个人经历，这只能让我更加渴望亲见巴巴。
A Bouquet at Baba’ Feet
T. N. Dhar
In Srinagar, the capital city of Kashmir, (known as “heaven on earth”, )I first heard of Meher Baba in 1943 from my uncle. I was instantly prejudiced against Him, as I was told that He had written articles in English on spirituality, and I jumped to the conclusion that He was in the pay of the British-trying to distract the masses from the “Quit India” movement which Gandhi had launched in August 1942. A few days later, I saw Meher Baba’ picture and He looked so healthy, so unascetic, that it only convinced me that He must have been eating and drinking a lot, and that my suspicions had been right.
Until India won her independence from the British on August 15, 1947, many people regarded seeking spiritual salvation, or following a guru or saint, as a selfish, even antinational pursuit. They felt that as long as the honor of the motherland, India, was at stake, the foremost duty of each was to work to make her free; that was also my feeling.
But two months later, I had an extraordinary dream. In the dream I saw a gathering. On enquiring, I was told that Meher Baba was coming at noon. By my watch it was a quarter to twelve. I was not prepared to waste fifteen minutes hanging around just to meet a fraud. I was about to leave when the thought struck me that I should stay and cross-examine Meher Baba-stump Him with direct questions. He would not know how to answer them, He would fumble and thus He would be exposed to the crowd as an imposter. So I waited.
But Meher Baba did not come at noon. He did not even come by 12:15. I waited a few more minutes and then began telling people in the crowd that Meher Baba was a cheat, a charlatan. Apart from His spiritual claims, He couldn’t even pretend to be a gentleman, or otherwise. He would not have kept us all waiting.
A little later, however, the crowd began to break into two to make way for Meher Baba. I had no intention of going to see Him, but He came to me. Even so, I was not ready to bow to Him but, when He was about six feet away from me, some unknown power laid me flat on the ground. I never tried to bend-I never did bend, I just suddenly found myself prostrated full length on the ground, with my head on Baba’s feet. And instantly I realized that I had reached the Source of bliss.
After this dream I became restless. When I woke, it was 4：00a. m. , but I rushed to my uncle’s house, and asked him to tell me everything he knew about Baba. However, he didn’t know any more than he had already told me. But he did take me to see Dr. Daulat Singh. Daulat Singh had only met Baba for one minute in Dehra Dun, but that was time enough for him to have surrendered completely to Beloved Baba. Yet his surrender to, and acceptance of Baba was so complete that he had never felt it necessary to learn anything more about Baba. To him, Baba was God, and that was enough. But, on my entreaties, he at last told me his personal experience of meeting Baba, and this only made me more anxious to see Baba for myself.
I wrote to Baba that I wanted to go to Ahmednagar to have His darshan. I received a reply that when the time was right, I would have Baba’s darshan, but He forbade me to go to Him until then.
A year later, in 1944, one night, Beloved Baba came incognito to Srinagar and went to stay at the Majestic Hotel. Although I had not known ahead of time of Baba’s visit, through a series of coincidences, a friend and I not only heard of it, but the very next day we even went to the Majestic Hotel in search of Him.
No one in the hotel had heard of Meher Baba. He was not registered under that name, nor did any of the bearers in the hotel know Him. One of them, a twelve year old boy, had just told me that there was no Meher Baba staying in the hotel. On the spur of the moment, I asked the boy if he had ever watched the sun rise(the sunrise in the mountains is very beautiful). Then I asked him if there was a man in the hotel with a mustache and long hair who resembled the rising sun. Instantly the boy said, “Yes. There is a deaf and dumb Maharajah staying on the top floor. ”
I decided to ask the main office who was staying on the top floor. As we were walking to the office, we happened to look up and just at that moment, only for a second, Beloved Baba peeped out of the upstairs window. What a luminous face!
Without further ado, we began climbing the stairs to Baba’s floor. Before we reached there, however, we were stopped by a man in his seventies who was nonetheless very strong. This was Masaji, Pendu’s father, although we did not know it at the time. He demanded to know whom we wanted to see. I said,“Meher Baba.” He replied that there was no Meher Baba there, that he had booked the entire floor himself so we should leave.
When we insisted that we knew Baba was there because we had seen Him, he said we had merely seen his cook who resembled Baba. So I said,“Can you call your cook, we would like to see him.” At this, Masaji abruptly changed the subject and informed us than he had five ailing ladies in his party and they were on the verge of death! Any disturbance, even if we whispered, might finish them off, as they were all in very, very serious condition-suffering from cancer, tuberculosis and so on.
Of course, we didn’t believe what he was saying but, finally, unwilling to argue with us any further, he simply grabbed us and escorted us back down the stairs. The noise of our discussion, however, had reached Baba and, as we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, a message came from Baba that we could have His darshan for one minute, provided we did not disclose His identity to anyone, and that we did not bow to Him or touch His feet.
We were delighted and eagerly reclaimed the stairs and stood at attention on the small balcony. Baba came with His alphabet board in hand. He touched His forehead, and the interpreter said,“Baba says you are very fortunate. I arrived here yesterday in the night, and you are here today!” Baba went on to assure us that not only me, but our friends and relatives, would also be able to have His darshan before He left Kashmir, but that would not be for some time.
I returned home but, after seeing Baba, I was in such a state of mind that I did not feel like eating anything the rest of that day or night. The next day I left home early in the morning and walked to the Majestic Hotel in the hopes that I might be able to catch a glimpse of Baba if He went out for a walk.
Halfway there, I felt sorry that I did not have any flowers with me. Just then I saw a man with a big bouquet of flowers, elegant enough for a Viceroy’s table! I knew such a bouquet could not be had even for a very high price, but on my asking for it, the man readily handed it to me. I was astonished and I gave him some paltry sum which he accepted without a murmur and then, still without saying a word, he went away. In His own miraculous way, Baba had provided me with what I had wished for. But now my problem was that I knew I should not go to the hotel itself. I consoled myself by thinking that I wouldn’t go to see Baba Himself, I would simply hand the flowers over to one of Baba’s disciples or a bearer, and they could pass them on to Him.
I took courage, and the bouquet of roses too, in both hands, entered the hotel and looked about for a disciple or bearer. But no one was in sight. I climbed the stairs and what a surprise there was-Beloved Baba standing alone as if He were waiting to receive the flowers! He silently gestured that I simply place the flowers at His feet. I did so and then retreated with a mixed feeling of guilt and bliss. Baba was smiling and His face was even more radiant than the sun rising over the Himalayas!
Showers of Grace compiled by Bal Natu Copyright 1984