Chanji loved me very deeply. He always carried his portable typewriter with him and would type notes even in a crowded railway carriage. Very often at a station, just when the train was about to move, he would suddenly remember that his luggage was lying in the waiting room. He would then rush for his luggage and often have to be hauled into the running train by the mandali. Both Chanji and Kaka have lived with me many years, in spite of very often getting rather rough treatment from me.
The women were then called into the hall. A glare was coming from the window just behind Baba, and one of them complained that she could not see Baba clearly. Someone got up to fix the curtain.
Baba commented, "Who can 'see' Baba? If you really see me, you will be finished! [The false self will no longer exist.]"
Baba then mentioned those who dabble in Vedanta and the Upanishads and confuse it with spiritual experience:
In North India, particularly in Rishikesh and Hardwar, there is a regular bazaar of saints, mahatmas and sadhus with their "disciples" of various sects and factions, who fight among themselves to entice seekers from one sect to another. But true spirituality is never to be found in all this. In California, too, there are ashrams and maths [monasteries, temples, retreats] where lectures are given and yoga practices encouraged. But this is not true spirituality. It is something fundamentally different. Spirituality means dying to one's self and becoming absolutely insignificant as dust — dust at the feet of the Perfect Master. To become as dust means to become as nothing. It means to die while continuing to live!
On the Path one has to die. Love and grace are needed on the Path. Love is the gift from God. It is given only when God is pleased with the lover. When it is given, the lover neither lives nor dies. He is like a fish out of water. He is immersed in continual agony, but the agony is such that he does not want to get rid of it. In his longing to be united with the Beloved God, the lover loses everything of this world. Such lovers are called Mard-e-Khuda . In the whole world, there are only 500 of such Mard-e-Khuda. Hafiz says that out of 100,000 of them, barely one gets Self-Realization after many years.