For one, two, or three minutes at a time, we would be silent with him. In those periods of silence, we touched a depth in our inner being which we had never reached before. Tears of quiet ecstasy flowed from our eyes. Those precious moments, crowned with the gift of tears welling up mysteriously from depths we had never plumbed before, are unforgettable. While we were pervaded with bliss, our hearts dilated until they seemed as if they would burst the bonds of the body. A tap on his alphabet board recalled us to the fleeting world of time and space — to pick up again the thread of cause and effect and weave our individual patterns on the loom of change.
I had never in my life taken orders graciously from anyone. Yet Baba's slightest wish was like a sacred trust, an inescapable command. And this before I was converted to the idea of the Master-disciple relationship.
To Jean, who perhaps was worried that she wasn't feeling more of Baba's love, Baba said on the 17th:
“”"Don't bother about the heart or mind being dry or otherwise. It is better to be 'dry' as the mind and heart are to be emptied of all impurities and refilled with the new flow of divine love."
That evening, all were called to Baba's room and sat in silent meditation around Baba for ten minutes. Chanji characterized such sessions as the lovers being given a "spiritual injection" and indeed, after a few minutes, many swooned, as if from its effects.
“”During his stay, after explaining some spiritual points to the group, Baba had advised, "Before sleeping, the last thought in your minds should be of me. Then you may go to sleep."
On Tuesday night, 17 November 1931, Meredith came to Malcolm's room and again conveyed Baba's message that he wished everyone to meditate on him just before going to sleep. Malcolm was still dubious about the "Master-disciple relationship" and vowed not to accede to the request. However, as Malcolm drifted into sleep, his last conscious thought was about Baba. What happened next is best described in his own words:
It must have been about midnight that I awoke from sleep with tears pouring from my eyes and a realization in my mind of Meher Baba's true nature and mission. I have never been able to put this into words. As [the Perfect Master] Kabir has said,
