War had broken out in 1939, but Baba's pace, if anything, increased. When everyone else was withdrawing into the safety of their own homes, and travel was restricted due to shortages of gasoline and other wartime restrictions imposed through rationing on foodstuffs, and so forth, Meher Baba was doing nothing BUT traveling! He traveled seven times to Gujarat, twice to Ceylon, three times to Kashmir, six times to the Northwest Frontiers, a dozen times through the South, twice to Calcutta, more than 75,000 miles up and down the vast Indian countryside during those exhausting years — contacting more than 20,000 masts, sadhus, fakirs and poor — and hardly staying in one place for more than a few weeks (more often only a few days)!
"It is almost unbelievable!" mused Age. Baba was no longer a young man, either. In 1949, he was 55 years old.
Age pondered over all this; and then thought about Baba's recent Great Seclusion. It was as if this was the link between the old and the new phase to come. It seemed to be so.
"What work beloved Lord Meher has accomplished during his advent," thought Age. "How much more does he have left to do?"