“”Unknown to her, Baba had a private meeting with Malcolm and stated, "I must tell you in confidence that Jean will die. Tell no one what I have told you, not even Jean. I only want you to be prepared."
Malcolm took it calmly and thanked Baba for telling him. A few days later, however, Baba informed him that instead of dying, Jean would suffer a complete collapse.
During this period, Baba began observing the following weekly schedule:
Monday: 8:00 A.M. — Rahuri to Nasik Tuesday: 10:00 A.M. — Nasik to Rahuri Wednesday: 8:00 A.M. — Rahuri to Meherabad, and return to Rahuri Thursday: At Rahuri the whole day Friday: Go with the Westerners to Meherabad, and return to Rahuri Saturday: At Rahuri Sunday: Western men come to Rahuri to be with Baba
Sometimes Baba would arrive in Nasik very early in the morning before the Westerners were awake, usually driven there by either Adi Sr. or Sarosh. Someone would call out, "Baba is here! Baba is here!" and all would scramble out of bed and into their clothes and wait for Baba to come to the Sarzat building. After greeting each one, Baba would gather with them for breakfast in the dining room of the main bungalow where Baba had his own room. Everyone ate together at a big table and Baba sat at one end when he was there. Their meals were served by a turbaned butler, but at times Baba would serve the food himself.
Afterwards, they would sit around Baba in the living room. Sometimes he would ask them to read out their dreams which they had been told to record. One morning Norina awakened to find Baba outside her window.
“”"Tell me your dream," he asked.
Norina hesitated, embarrassed because it had been a vivid sexual dream. At last, she did.
“”Baba indicated to her not to worry about it and remarked, "Even on the sixth plane, one still has lust."
Occasionally, Baba held private fifteen-minute interviews with each person. Other times, Baba would give a discourse or explanation arising from someone's questions. Sometimes he would settle disputes — or even create them!
In the afternoon after resting, Baba would play Ping-Pong on the main verandah. One day Baba was observed in the living room lying on the couch, absorbed in his inner work. Afterward, he rose slowly and went to the Ping-Pong table and began playing the game with one of the group, as if to bring himself down from that superconscious state.
