Baba told Hitaka, "You may become one of my chief workers in spreading my work in Japan and other places, but you must first absorb me and feel that you love me. To tell others what we do not feel ourselves is hypocrisy. So feel, then speak with conviction. I will help you, for I am in you. For the last seven nights I have had no rest, but I am happy."
As Baba sat one final time with his lovers in the west room of Meher Retreat, "there was no more need for music," Darwin Shaw later wrote. "No more need for discourses, no more need for anything, but only to sit and gaze upon his lovely being," This Baba allowed them to do.
Darwin described these last moments with the Master:
Baba sat there like a beautiful flower. Waves of love just flowed from him. The room became love's sanctuary. As the wind was sighing through the window high up the wall, it made a noise. Baba smiled and pointed to it. We nodded. No one wanted to break the enchantment of that quiet time. We were just silent and sat there. Baba's beauty was irresistible. For my part I could not take my eyes from his lovely face. And it turned out to be one of those occasions that, when I watched him, it looked like veils began to fall away from his face. That which was exquisitely beautiful, became indescribably more beautiful. Love that was pure divine love became universal, illimitable, measureless love. There was nothing but an endless, measureless Beyond of pure, sweet, beautiful, timeless love. Baba was drawing us deeply into his being. We were just completely melted away. It was so glorious.
Then Baba asked different ones what they were thinking. Darwin replied, "Of you Baba. You are all love."
Baba embraced each man, one by one. All the men left, except Savak Kotwal and Darwin, who were too overwhelmed, too intoxicated to move!
After issuing certain instructions to Pendu, Padri and Vishnu, Baba departed for Meherazad.
Meherabad blossomed in all its glory. Large pandals were raised and temporary electric connections provided, bathrooms and toilets were improvised and cooking arrangements made. Pendu had hired tables and chairs for the guests to eat on. "Meherabad seemed to have surpassed heaven!" Age observed. "In heaven bliss alone prevails, whereas, in Meherabad both bliss and divine joy were present. In heaven, love divine does not flow; but in Meherabad, every atom was saturated with Wine. Where is heaven in comparison? Heaven is a part of illusion; Meherabad was the playground of God-Personified to go beyond illusion!"