These sharp arrows of mine are very good for your spirit; the wine is hidden in them. You have been my companion the longest. Have courage; it is because of your courage that I am going to Persia [Buasaheb's birthplace]. Keep me pleased and remain content that you do so. I have to retire in seclusion for four months, after which we will have to travel around the world.
Baba then gave these special orders for the men to follow:
No one should talk about me, either on the ship or in Persia. None should distribute any books, photographs, or lockets without my permission. No one should come to know of my presence, as that would disturb my seclusion. After my work is done, I myself will speak and inform others. Remain quiet and continue doing as I order until then.
Before having received these instructions, Buasaheb had given Dastur's English booklet on the Meher Ashram to a fellow passenger. The next day, Chanji found out about it and informed Baba, who was furious with Buasaheb. Chanji managed to get the booklet back from the man, but on account of it, two or three other persons came to the cabin for Baba's darshan.
Thereafter Baba remarked, "For seven years I have tried to stay in a quiet place, but I could not manage to. This is the last attempt. If it fails, then everyone will have to face hardships, if not directly then indirectly." Then he said, "Christ held the key to the world in his hand, but he was nailed on the cross!"
Although none of the passengers were informed of Meher Baba's identity, once they saw him they could not help but stare. A Muslim who worked in the ship's engine room would stand silently in a corner and gaze at Baba, feeling too moved to speak. He never uttered a word, nor did Baba seemingly pay attention to him. After five days passed, Baba sent for the person and handed him his handkerchief. The man had tears in his eyes in appreciation of the precious gift, which he said he would never part with.
On another occasion, a Catholic Goanese steward questioned Chanji, "Who is this Christ-like person? Is he your living Master? Your guru?"
"He is our friend," Chanji replied, "and yours, too."