The only thing that I have been repeating ever since the first time I came, is: Love God. Age after age, I have been saying nothing but Love God.
Love: everyone now uses the word love ; it has been made so very cheap. If one really loves, one would never utter that word. What does it mean to love God? It is a very, very great thing. The true lover of God never says anything. He forgets that he loves God.
How will you love God? How should you love God? Not through meditations, not through so-called prayers and other things. There are two ways. One is to leave all and everything. That means to have nothing of your own, not even your body — to renounce absolutely everything. Everything means not only your surroundings but everything, including yourself.
The second thing is something great. There you don't have to renounce anything. You can lead a family life, be in the world, do your work or business, attend to your services, attend theaters, parties, everything. But always do one thing. Constantly think, constantly try, to make others happy, even at the cost of your own happiness. That is the second way of loving God.
Baba took a peach from the bowl beside him and asked, "Who are good catchers?"
Baba tossed several peaches in different directions and then teased John Bass (as he had done in 1952), "John tells me, 'Baba, just relax and have a cup of tea.' But there is no sign of tea at all."
Suddenly, due to the intense movie lamps, a fuse blew and the lights failed; they were plunged into a greenish, mid-afternoon twilight.
While someone tried to locate a maintenance man, Baba said, "Close your eyes and make your mind blank for five minutes."
They sat quietly meditating on the Lord of Love in their midst, and when they opened their eyes they saw that Baba was working on the invisible level. His eyes were turned upward and inward with a strange, faraway look. His left hand was above his head, his fingers moving rapidly.
The lights came back on, and Baba talked with the group again, with Eruch interpreting:
Baba is eternally happy, yet eternally suffering. Baba is free here as Baba, but in you as Baba he is bound. If you loved me truly, with all your heart, you could be as free as I. Then it would be unbroken, eternal bliss.