My sister Mani loves me very much. She does not worry about anything. She simply obeys me. From morning until night she is working for Baba. She knows Baba is God and loves Baba as God. Mehera I love very much due to past connections. I love you, too. If you love me, you are with me. Through love, you can become one with me.
My brother Jamshed loved me very much. He was mad with love for me. Once he was so full of love for me that he could not contain himself. The vein here [on his head] snapped and he dropped his body, but just before dying he shouted out loudly: BABA! He has come to me. He is now with me eternally.
What I want to convey to you all is that my brothers and sister love me very much. Some of my school friends, with whom I had played marbles in the street and with whom I had disputed mildly and quarreled, also love me because I am God. They believe me when I say that — Dr. Ghani, Sailor Mama and others. It is not just a theory for them; they see something greater. They have that conviction; they believe that I am God.
You also believe that I am God. You do love me, I know. But it was very difficult to love me, to respect me, to believe in me, to have the conviction that I am God — for one who had played marbles with me, for one who had quarreled with me, who had sat beside me at the same desk in school. Don, do you follow what I say?
Don Stevens nodded yes.
It was very difficult for them — for my old school friends and my own family, but they love me — they are ready to give their lives for me. My father Sheriarji — such a sweet soul — was a great lover of God. He roamed about from place to place on foot in search of Truth. Later on, he used to worship me. He had a photograph of me in his private room. He used to light a candle there and used to worship my photograph. Amazing, my own father used to worship me.