“”He then mysteriously remarked, "There is some communication going on with the one in London — the one on the Path [between the fourth and fifth planes]. Instructions are being given to him and my attention is needed."
That day Gopal Swamy, in his cell in the Sadhak Ashram, saw yet another even more dazzling light, which he later claimed nearly blinded him. He was in a state of bliss and would spontaneously sing out Baba's name.
One of the older boys, Abdulla Pakravan, had come initially to Meher Ashram only to further his education. But Baba's contact brought about a complete transformation in him and the Master's working gradually had its effect within him. When Abdulla was destined to glimpse the glory of God, the wine of love began rushing through his veins — ignoring the illusion of the world before him. On the 7th of January, Abdulla was in such a state, Chanji recorded, that it would not have subsided "had Shri not offered [Abdulla] his cup of tea."
On 11 January, Baba was not in a good mood all afternoon. Buasaheb was severely taken to task.
“”But while discoursing to the boys and mandali who were seated on the platform outside his cabin, Baba disclosed, "Those whom I find worthy I shall attract to the Mistress of Love, and to them I shall offer the elixir of life. Children, only Truth is real — all else is worthless. Try to be diligent. I shall make pure gold from your mixed alloys."
Suddenly, Abdulla saw an extraordinary flash of light coming from Baba's window. Overpowered, he fell down unconscious and at Baba's direction he was removed to the hospital.
Inside the crypt-cabin, Baba removed his own jacket and, although the weather was quite cold, his chest was covered with perspiration. Outwardly he was perspiring as he inwardly worked to change Abdulla's consciousness. Baba later explained that he was working to raise Abdulla to the sixth plane.
Resting at the hospital, Abdulla's eyes looked vacant; he had lost his normal consciousness. He was actually seeing God — and he remained in this elevated state for four days.
On the third day of Abdulla's transformation, one of the Persian boys, Espandiar Vesali, went to see him in the hospital. "Abdulla, do you know me?" Vesali asked.
Abdulla, semiconscious, opened his eyes and replied softly, "Yes."
"Who am I?" Vesali asked.
"You are Baba."
A matchbox was lying nearby and Vesali picked out a match and held it up to him. "Do you see this? What is it?"
