It was cold in Devonshire despite the sunshine, and all had worn woolen coats. Naively, they thought that Baba, being the Avatar, God-incarnate, was immune to the cold. Baba fulfilled their wish by remaining for over an hour in only his thin, muslin sadra as photographs were taken. All were pleased, but they did not suspect in the least that Baba was suffering.
Age wished to explain to them that the Avatar descends in human form as man and, because it is his wish, he remains affected by the vagaries of nature, feeling heat and cold like any other human being. In relation to nature, he uses his body like an ordinary man and does not make use of his power over it. The Avatar is Infinite God descended into man-form. He is a man and does all that an ordinary man does; yet simultaneously, he is fully conscious of everything in the universe. In this mystery of God-become-man lies his divine leela and his game in Unity.
Mabel Ryan, 41, was a South African dancer and Margaret Craske's partner in the ballet school. Mabel arrived in East Challacombe on the 19th of September. That day, Baba went with the group to the cliffs by the seashore and walked through the meadows of the valley. Margaret and Mabel gave a dance performance and others sang songs. Baba gave his intimate sahavas to these close ones and played cricket with them. The Master kissed their hearts with his love and that kiss proved to be the medium that tore out the pages of their ephemeral life stories. A loving kiss of such power was sufficient to peel away the pages of their lives upon lives.
"What magnitude that kiss must have had!" Age mused. "The power of it can never be imagined, for no power on Earth is sufficient to wipe out a single sanskara — only his kiss can do that."
Baba's kiss soaked the soil of the Western world with tears. Whoever approached Baba would shed tears, and only their tears had his deepest communion. The language of the heart is quite different; it can only be spoken through tears.
After setting the heart aflame, the tears themselves dissolve into fire, unable to bear the heart's plight. Sealing the lips, the fire begins singing a song within that none except the Divine Beloved can hear. Baba's Western lovers were learning to sing this Song.