Obedience carries out the will of the Beloved. One who surrenders completely is resigned to the will of the Beloved. One who loves exists as the lover of the Beloved. Why? Because he simply loves the Beloved. One who obeys exists as the slave of the Beloved. One who surrenders his mind, body and soul has no existence — only the Beloved exists in him.
Love is a gift from God to man. A Perfect Master never gives the gift of love. Obedience is the gift from Master to man. Surrender is the gift of man to the Master.
After this discourse there was a 20-minute interval. Baba asked all to go to the latrines to ease themselves; meanwhile, he began pacing back and forth on the verandah. Ramhirdaya Tiwari and P. M. Bhatt of Nagpur came and stood nearby. Baba embraced both. Tiwari began weeping. He told Baba his grandson had died.
Formerly, Tiwari had worked under Jal Kerawalla, and Baba replied, "Even Jal Kerawalla is dead."
P. M. Bhatt interposed, saying, "Baba, Tiwari has been given a promotion. He is no longer a superintendent but has become a director."
Tiwari smiled, and Baba remarked, "See, Tiwari wept for one thing and is happy at another." Baba assured him, "Don't worry, I will see you again."
The Hindi group reassembled in the hall, and Baba instructed Niranjan Singh to always sit beside him, commenting, "You will start dozing if you sit near the wall."
Baba remarked to the group, "I am afraid of cold and coughs, because they spread infection."
He asked Kaikobad to bless him so that he would not catch a cold.
Kaikobad blessed him and Baba remarked, "Every time, Kaikobad gives me the same reply: 'You will not catch a cold.' "
Baba then dictated at length:
While we are on the subject of colds, before I go any further I will explain in a few words what I told the Gujarati and Telugu groups. It is but natural for the human body on this gross plane to fall ill. But when one loses oneself in the love of the Beloved, then the body is immune from illness. The fire of love burning within is such that it neutralizes any bodily disorder. The love of the masts for God has no comparison. Very, very few possess such love and their bodies remain unaffected.
There is one mast named Dhondi Bua in Islampur. His body, though exposed to all climatic changes, is nevertheless healthy, and he is hefty and strong. Although he lies in the open in the cold, heat and rain, he is impervious to his surroundings and never bothers about food, either. Occasionally he visits a particular house and eats there. The fire of divine love is burning within him! The mind has no link with the body. He is saturated with love from head to foot.