On 1 November 1935, Baba wrote to Minta:
Shalimar darling,
I am still in my cabin, in seclusion. I see none — not even the mandali near me in the colony. Vishnu alone is instructed to come up to me daily with the mail, and is dictated instructions for replies, only to very urgent cases. It is to him whom I have dictated the following lines, for the dearest darling of my heart:
Minta says:
Life without you, hollow empty;
Life with you, Eternal Bliss;
Come, O Baba, come to me soon,
Now I miss you and your kiss.
Baba says:
Worry not, Shalimar darling,
I am coming to you soon —
I, the Sun of all creation;
You, my sweet but clouded moon.
To Nadine Tolstoy, on 22 November, Baba wrote:
Try to pull on till I tell you to do something else. Trials and hardships are stepping stones to spirituality. They lead you on to your ultimate aim and desire — to realize the Truth — and now that you have surrendered yourself to me, they bring you closer to me, in love and devotion.
Sufferings in selflessly serving others also bring a better understanding of things in life ... So carry on, dearest, as you are, always keeping me in mind and at heart, as you do. You will thereby be a pure channel and a vehicle for me to work through for the welfare of humanity, and thus participate in my great work.
To Mary Backett in England, on 29 November, Baba wrote:
The seclusion still continues, and with it the work. And although my dearest ones in far distant lands across the ocean feel the separation of their beloved Baba, the ever-unbreakable link, I know, keeps them all warm throughout.
For love never dies. It lives and enables all to live forever, in spite of all the vicissitudes that merely come and go. And those who love as deeply as Mary and my other dear ones, live in my heart and thoughts, wherever I am, whatever I do.
Failings or shortcomings should never discourage you, but should be taken as stepping stones toward the path of Ultimate Reality that I will help you reach.
On 1 December 1935, Baba dictated this letter to Chanji to be sent to his lovers in Switzerland, London and New York:
My Dearests, I have all your letters. My seclusion still continues. I see none, nor do I attend to external affairs except very urgent cases where my advice and help are extremely essential.