(Nov. 1955) Baba had Gustadji narrate a story illustrating how mischievous Parsi boys could be. Gustadji began with his silent hand gestures, “Two Parsi boys were arguing in front of God above …”
Interrupting, Baba gestured, “There is no ‘above’ and ‘below.’ Everything is here in the Divine Ocean itself. God alone exists everywhere. The sun, moon, stars, planets, solar systems, innumerable universes – all are mere bubbles in this Ocean.”
Gustadji continued, describing how the boys outwitted the Devil himself. (1) Baba then stated:
If Parsi lads are so daring as to fight and outsmart the very Devil – how great it would be for you, if you would love me, obey me, and not leave me on any account!
Think of me continuously, and you will see me and find me everywhere. Although born in the Parsi community, to me all religions are one. I wish that no one would breathe his last without at least having a glimpse of me. Do read God Speaks. I would like everyone of you to possess a copy. If you cannot buy it, borrow it and read it. If you cannot read, get the book explained to you by someone. In that book, I have disclosed some spiritual truths never before revealed. It deals with the seven planes, this world, God and myself. Try to have translations of it in as many Indian languages as possible. It’s version in several European tongues has been arranged by the Westerners. After reading the book you will feel as if you have seen me. It will give great comfort to your mind. Really, I should not have said this. To see me is totally different from reading any book.
Baba concluded by stating:
If you cannot remember me constantly, at least take my name before retiring for the night and getting up in the morning. If even this is not possible, then before giving up your body, do not forget to remember me. I say this on my divine authority.
(1) Parsi boys have a notorious reputation of being terribly mischievous, so much so that it was said that even the Devil would be scared to accost them. The rumor of this dubious reputation somehow spread and eventually reached the ears of the Devil himself. Sensing a challenge, the Devil decided to verify the situation.
One fine day, some of these boys gathered and decided to have a game of cricket. They went to an open ground to play. The Devil sensed this as an opportunity to confront them and frighten them. Assuming the form of an ass, he slinked onto the corner of the ground and started to graze on the grass, waiting for an opportunity to scare the wits out of the boys.
For some time nothing happened, as the boys continued playing their rough and tough type of cricket. One of the boys, while fielding in the deep outfield, happened to notice the donkey grazing. He abandoned the game, rushed to the animal and jumped on its back. Seeing him, the rest of the gang followed suit and there was a mad rush and scramble to get on the donkey’s back. Since there was no room left for the hindmost, he ran back to the middle of the ground and returned with one of the stumps.
Pushing it into the rectum of the donkey, the boy jumped on to the protruding stump and they all began to goad the animal to run. Sensing fatal danger to his life, the Devil panicked. Instead of trying to frighten the boys, he thought it best to beat a hasty retreat. Shrugging off all those terrible fellows from his back, he simply vanished. Such was the reputation of Parsi boys!
Lord Meher, Original Publication, Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 13, p. 4698.