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Chapter 26: Three Incredible Weeks

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Vibhuti had come to Ahmednagar with lovers from various villages such as Kup Bhalwani. They entered the pandal shouting Baba's Jai! It had taken them two days to reach Ahmednagar in a procession of bullock carts. Large photographs of Baba were prominently displayed on the carts, and the villagers sang his praises the entire way. The demonstration of their love reminded the mandali of the Saoner and Hamirpur lovers.
Baba's women mandali had never before been brought to a mass darshan program or appeared in public; but, on this occasion, in the late afternoon, Baba allowed them to sit on the dais for five minutes.
Baba continued to hand out prasad until 6:00 P.M., but by this time, the crowds had increased so much, they were now uncontrollable. Confusion broke out. So Baba touched the remaining prasad, stood up, offered his salutations to the throng and climbed upon the roof of Adi's Chevrolet. The police and mandali formed a cordon around the car, and as Baba saluted the people with folded hands, the car slowly drove out of Wadia Park. Thunderous acclamations rent the air.
leaving Wadia Park, 12 September 1954
The Western men were tremendously impressed by the expression of love and reverence for Baba from the thousands who had attended. Seventeen years before, Malcolm Schloss and Will Backett had witnessed such a sight in Nasik at Baba's birthday celebration in 1937, and Francis Brabazon had seen similar scenes in Andhra Pradesh; but, for the rest of the Westerners, it was their first experience of such a grand spectacle — and one they would never forget!
After Baba's departure, selected workers handed out the prasad to the crowd, and the singing of bhajans continued until 10:00 P.M. It was estimated almost 60,000 people were present at Wadia Park when the function ended. This was the first and last mass darshan Meher Baba ever gave in Ahmednagar.
The next day, Monday, 13 September 1954, Gadge Maharaj came to Meherazad and told Baba, "You are the sun, and before you I am like a tiny oil lamp. Keep me at your doorstep. I will sweep here and serve you. I do not want anything else. You may give me only one bhakri [millet chapati] per day, but keep me with you."
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