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Arnavaz N. Dadachanji

It is difficult for me to describe that time in Meherabad. Though we stayed there for only four days, the intensity was immeasurable. From the first moment, I felt the atmosphere charged with the love Baba poured into me — so much love that I couldn't contain it. Baba had entered my life ten years earlier, but I had never had an experience like this one: I was born to His love.

He had taught me to obey Him, have faith in Him and surrender to Him, but I had not yet actually felt love for Baba or known what real love was. Now He opened the floodgates, and love burst through, leaving me floating on an endless ocean, supported only by the wings of Beloved Baba's grace.

Feeling both ecstasy and agony, I wept silently, my tears falling ceaselessly as I wondered what was happening to me. Because I was feeling self-conscious, I would sit in a corner and hope no one would see me, but I could not really escape, especially from Baba, as He was with us so often. When He walked by us as we were having lunch at Lower Meherabad, my tears would embarrass me, but I just couldn't stop them — for four days!


GIFT OF GOD, pp. 27
1996 © Meherazad Trust for Avatar Meher Baba


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