"How will it be possible for me to go there?" Baba asked. "But what will my lovers think if I don't go?"
Bhau massaged his legs for some time.
After five minutes, Baba gestured, "Let me try again," and stood up.
The same thing happened. Baba's legs shook uncontrollably and he had to lie back down.
Three or four times Baba tried to stand, but he was physically unable to do so. Finally, he motioned to Bhau to hold on to his hands, and with Bhau's support he was able to stand slowly and take a few steps.
"What is my plight?" Baba sighed. "My lovers have come and I cannot even walk properly. What will they think? How helpless I have become!"
But as soon as Baba would cross the threshold of his room and go outside, a marked change would take place — he would walk normally, as if nothing had happened to him! Gone was the tired, heavy expression of suffering. Baba's face resembled a fresh rose! Striding quickly, he reached the dais as his lovers shouted repeatedly, "Avatar Meher Baba ki jai!" not knowing that just three minutes before, Baba had been in terrible pain and unable to even stand.
On Monday, 3 May 1965, at 7:30 A.M., Baba went to the side room of Guruprasad, where several lovers were already present. Kishan Singh begged Baba to grant a private interview of a few minutes to the women of the Dehra Dun Center.
Baba declined, then jokingly remarked to Kishan, "I will throw you out of here if you ask again!" He added, "Have you no consideration for my suffering and the trouble caused to me in giving private interviews?"
Leaving the hall, Baba appeared on the dais at 8:25 A.M. The gathering cheered him. Shinde garlanded him, and Madhusudan sang a song, followed by the recitation of the Master's Prayer by Mallikarjuna Rao. The same prayer was sung in Telugu by Chinta Sarvarao. Eruch read this message from Baba:
This time of your being with me, I do not intend giving you a lot of words to exercise your minds. I want your minds to sleep so that your hearts may awaken in my love.
You have had enough words; I have had enough words. It is not through words that I give what I have to give. In the silence of your perfect surrender, my love which is always silent can flow to you — to be yours always to keep and to share with those who seek me.