In the afternoon, before Baba entered the hall, he received several Andhra devotees, and also a sadhu who came for his darshan. The sadhu hailed from Mount Abu and had spent fifteen years in penance in the mountains. He had a long beard and his hair hung to his shoulders. He told Baba that he had long wished to have his darshan.
“”Baba replied, "I am in your heart."
On one of the walls in the room hung a wooden board on which was written the Marathi verse of Tukaram's about beating hypocrites or false saints. Baba asked the Andhra devotees if they could read it. Then he explained Tukaram's words:
“”There are many hypocritical saints with long matted hair and their bodies besmeared with ashes. Tukaram says: "Let their dead conscience be burnt; it is no sin to thrash them!"
Tukaram, though he was Love-Incarnate, could not tolerate hypocritical saints. Ninety-nine percent of all so-called saints know nothing about the path! In North India, such bogus saints abound. Out of the one percent of genuine saints, there are only five Perfect Masters who bring me down to this Earth. The present five Perfect Masters will come into prominence after I drop my body.1 A staunch atheist is better than a hypocritical saint! God is not to be found in the skies, or in the Himalayas, or in the hills of Mount Abu. He resides in everyone's heart. Once your heart is clean, I will shine in it. But it is not so easy to clean one's heart. It is like diving deep into a sea of fire. Only one out of thousands of the Mard-e-Khuda [true lovers of God] has such courage, for he has become like dust at the feet of a Perfect Master. Only he has the right to ask to see God. To love God is very difficult. The easiest way is to hold on to my daaman. Throw all your burden of sanskaras at my feet. I am the Ocean and can absorb your entire burden. In fact, there is no such thing as [sanskaric or karmic] burden; it is all imagination.
At 2:30 P.M. Baba came and sat in the hall, which was crowded. Various singers, such as Sanjeevani Kher and Mrs. Apte, gave moving performances, and Baba enjoyed them very much. He gave handkerchiefs to two of the singers.
“”Baba did not explain much during the afternoon session, but at one point commented, "I see myself in everyone. When I feel like worshiping, I worship myself. Who else is there to be worshiped? This is my continual experience."
