The meditation began at 7:30 P.M. The entire group was silent inside the Barn with the Silent One, meditating upon him. Several from town who arrived late were asked to remain on the porch. Baba had asked those who could not be present to shut themselves in their rooms and concentrate on him while sharing in the momentous occasion.
After the meeting ended, Baba marched back through the pitch-dark woods, their path lit by flashlights. Once Baba stopped and stood close by a very tall pine tree, gripping it with his hands as the group waited quietly in the road. In the dim circle of light, Baba's face looked drawn and full of suffering, as if he had expended a terrific amount of energy. Then he strode on again with such a swift pace that everyone had to run almost to keep up with him.
The memorable evening ended with a fireworks display set off by Lud Dimpfl and others from a boat out in the lake. At first Baba stood with the group on the grassy edge; then he slipped across the lagoon bridge and, after talking briefly with Kitty and Elizabeth outside the Guest House, he was driven back to his house.
Early after breakfast on Sunday, 29 July 1956, Baba, dressed in a turquoise jacket, led his lovers down the dirt road to the beach. Baba first walked with the group to Alligator Lake. The group waited along the path while Baba had Renae Shaw lead him, the mandali, and Elizabeth to the lake and back.
"Where are the alligators?" he gestured.
Elizabeth told him they were usually there, but none had made an appearance that day.
Arriving at the beach, Baba sanctified the Atlantic Ocean by walking barefooted into the water and threw a stone far out into the waves. His fingers worked for a moment. Then he sat down on the shore and began to cover his feet with sand. He built a sand face and poked eyes and a mouth in it. Someone asked what it was.
Baba quipped, "The first man!" and then broke it up.
Baba said he had promised to bring Mehera seven shells, and so the group began scouring the beach for good ones. One by one, each brought theirs back to Baba, who accepted some and rejected others with a mock-serious frown, sometimes asking a bystander his opinion whether this one was any good or not. Many kept the shells handled by him as prasad.
To Dana Field, Baba remarked, "The ocean has a shore, but I am the Shoreless Ocean."