After having traveled for nine days, Baba and the mandali returned to Dehra Dun on the morning of 20 February, at eight o'clock. Later that same afternoon, at three o'clock, Chanji (who had been to Bombay, Nagpur, Delhi and other places) met with Baba.
Pleader had returned to Meherabad, but left for Bombay after 15 February.
“”Baba commented, "He will come back. I have the string [of the kite] in my hand. Let him have a brief respite."1 In Dehra Dun, Baba resumed his partial seclusion for three hours, from 8:00 to 11:00 A.M. daily, at which time he would work alone in his room undisturbed.
On Sunday, 22 February 1942, Baba dictated points to Chanji for a new message about the war. The main points were:
“”From the only real spiritual viewpoint, wars, battles, fights, et cetera, are divine games played by God with the help of maya. Maya, being both the medium for entrapping the soul into the maze of illusion and freeing the soul from the clutches of spiritual ignorance, has to be handled and not discarded, but handled without attachment to it.
The souls of all warring nations are fundamentally one; only bodies and minds are different. So in reality, no one fights anyone. Knowing this, spiritually advanced souls enter God's game to play their parts without the least malice for anyone, without the least thought of gain, revenge or hatred, but just performance of their duty and cooperation with the Divine Will.
The President of China, Chiang Kai-shek, was visiting India for meetings with the Viceroy, Jinnah, Nehru, Gandhi and other leaders.
“”Baba complimented him: "He is a great soul, a philosopher and a practical leader, who above all is sincere."
On the 24th, accompanied by Baidul and Savak, Baba was driven around Dehra Dun in a tonga between 6 and 8:00 P.M. to contact seven masts, among them the revered Nannu Mian, the spiritual chargeman of Dehra Dun.
Nannu Mian was a lame old man, who hobbled around town carrying a big stick with rags tied to it. Oddly dressed, he wore boots and a kafni, and tied a shawl around his stomach. He would often be seen at night abusing or quarreling with anyone he encountered. The mast was greatly devoted to children, giving them sweets, and was often seen with youngsters swarming about him.
