A lover of mine, Curshed Talati, has recently died in London. He had heart trouble. Despite it, in his last moments, he cried out my name. When his mother in Bombay came to know of his passing away, she accepted it calmly and peacefully. She did not weep. She was happy that with Baba's blessing, her son died with my name on his lips and was with me.
Even a child has some sort of understanding of death, but still one forgets to remember me in his last moments. It is great good fortune to take my name while dying. But if you really love as I should be loved, you will become immortal!
Raisaheb Sharma, a lawyer, requested that Baba clarify what old connection he had with Hamirpur.
Remaining serious for several minutes, Baba replied, "When I come back into the world after 700 years, remind me. I will clarify it then!"
All laughed uproariously, and Baba asked them to go for their lunch.
When the Hamirpur group was leaving, Baba stopped Bhavani Nigam and his brothers, and Laxmichand Paliwal and his brothers. Baba had assuaged the antagonistic feelings between them in Meherazad the year before, but still some vestige was lingering. He asked them about it, to settle the matter once and for all. Then, by embracing each man, Baba finally cleared away whatever ill-feeling was left in their hearts.
The Marathi group from Bombay entered and Baba inquired, "Who was here in the previous sahavas?"
Almost all immediately raised their hands, and thereupon, Baba joked, "Then, why have you come now?"
He met all, one by one, and repeated that if they continued loving and remembering him, he would be happy. Some were visibly moved and shed tears.
When the lovers from Ahmednagar were called, Pandoba laid his family difficulties before Baba.
Baba admonished all those present, "Have responsibilities, but do not become attached to them."
He instructed Kaka Chinchorkar to listen carefully the next day to what he would explain, and added:
Books and discourses will never bring about one's spiritual regeneration. The mind cannot be annihilated by the mind, just as one cannot jump over oneself. Only by loving me as I ought to be loved can the mind be destroyed. Anyone may have love for me, but not the love I want.
My lovers may be likened to one who is fond of lions and admires them so much that he keeps a lion in his own home. But, feeling afraid of the lion, he puts it in a cage. The lion is always kept caged, even while he feeds it; he feeds the pet from a distance, standing outside the cage.