This man said that for fifteen days there should be ceremonies and mantras for Baba to relieve him from this suffering. This was done of their own accord. A letter from the chief priest of the temple said this had happened, and that they willingly and lovingly performed the ceremonies, and kept the ashes according to their custom. I followed out what they wanted because of their great love.
Nothing can stop what has to happen. I have to break my silence, to manifest, and to drop this body. What is ordained must be. If people love God as I want them to do, my work is accomplished.
"Were there any other promises [about explaining other things]?" Baba asked.
Malcolm reminded him to talk about repressions.
Baba said, "In a few words, I will tell you about repressions," and then he began dictating on the alphabet board:
Illusion is a temporary phenomenon: something that is not what it appears to be. On this are based the following words: Illusion creates innumerable illusions, and each illusion leaves the marks of experience in the form of impressions. For example, during the night you are asleep, and upon waking, your hand touches something near the bed, and at once you think it is a scorpion. You have created a scorpion which is not there. But you shrink with fear, get out of bed, get a stick and hit the supposed scorpion. Then you see it was not a scorpion but something else. Although there was no scorpion, the impressions of getting frightened, getting out of bed and hitting the scorpion are stamped on your mind, and somehow have to be spent. So illusion continues, gaining impressions and spending impressions, and all the time illusion is preserved.
Once, in lower Meherabad, when there was the big colony and I had dissolved it all and moved to a new place named Toka a few miles away, a few persons were kept here. An Irani who was good in heart, but a bit cracked [crazy], had to keep guard at night. He had to shout out at intervals "All's well!" to keep himself awake, as well as to show others that he was awake. At that time, there was a very notorious thief called Satya Mang, who had robbed and killed a number of people. One night this Satya Mang had robbed a man on the road from here to Ahmednagar.