a glimpse of Baba's suffering

Driving through Oklahoma in 1975 on the Interstate east of Oklahoma City with my family on a trip from Aspen Colorado to Myrtle Beach, it was very late, perhaps 3 or 4 am, my wife and kids were asleep. I had directions to Baba's accident site and was looking for the exit, but after many miles and passing many exit signs I thought I must have missed it and stopped looking, deciding to go there on our return home from the Center. Just driving, not thinking anymore about it, when suddenly out of nowhere I experienced overwhelming grief, the vast ignorance in myself and the world, and all the suffering it causes. It was a bucket of Baba's Ocean of universal suffering dumped on my head. Blinded with tears and barely able to pull the car over to stop on the side of the road, I sat there sobbing with tears pouring down. When my eyes cleared I looked up and in front of the car there was the exit sign to the accident site I thought I had passed. Baba stopped me there with a silent whack on the head and a little glimpse of His suffering to show the way to the site and its meaning and importance in His work for the Universe.


AMARTITHI TRASH TORNADO

1995 Amartithi all around Samadhi and Meherabad were completely littered with trash.

At 1pm Feb1 ceremonies were just over when a twister picked it up in trash tornado and carried it away. When the next year trash tornado happened again at the same time it was clear Bana wanted mess cleaned up. Will David and I spent days picking it up with help from women workers who just giggled and not do anything because picking trash was not done by their caste. India threw all waste on the ground for animal feed or sweepers but trash had become mostly plastic, nothing edible and there was no more sweeper caste. 

The next year we had plan to hang white plastic used chicken feed gunny sacks on trees and tent poles but trash bags were not yet used in India, residents said no one would know how or want to use them, 5 rupee bags would all be stolen, and we should paint word  “trash” in Hindi. Volunteers had about 200 painted  bags laid on ground to dry when  a twister picked them all up like kites with open end down. In amazement that bags could fly we watched as they went higher and higher and  flew off in all directions with Baba’s trash bag message for India to clean up their mess. 

Trash at Meherabad and Amartithi is now all put in the bags and India has become much cleaner.

1968, REMEMBERING BABA

In September 1968 as graduate architecture student at U of Pa I crashed my motorcycle full speed into driver side of car pulling out from side street, flattened heavy steel gas tank with 'pelvic' area, broke arm on roof, and flew over car. In mid-air, like a hard slap in the face that instantly woke me up from dream of present life with forgotten memory of having been serving the ‘Christ’. I landed on the pavement and was taken to hospital with broken arm and spread pelvis. I started having inner communication with this unknown Master who seemed alive, not the biblical Jesus, about past life, spiritual path, and architectural career which I was told to “put side and save for Him”. My consciousness was on a new level of insight. On Jan 31 1969  I saw a vision of having been all the millions of life forms and species in an infinite circle. After telling my story a friend brought me God Speaks with Rano’s center fold painting of that same circle of creation with spiritual path and message I had been experiencing. I knew then Baba was the Master. In God Man biography photo of early mandali Buasahib’s face (Behramji) was familiar and it seemed I could have been him. I then read he was killed in 1940 two years before I was born in motorcycle crash into side of car and flying onto pavement.  He had been sent from Meherabad to work in Poona as punishment for unauthorized trip to Persia and disobeyed Baba’s orders again by refusing to return to Meherabad and never ride his new motorcycle.

LordMeher pg 2101, “One of Meher Baba's earliest disciples, Buasaheb, was living in Poona at the time. On Wednesday, 1 May 1940, he was involved in a fatal pre-dawn accident while riding a motorcycle. He was on his way to his toddy plantations. A car shot out of a side street and struck him; he was thrown over his motorcycle and died instantaneously, on the street, from a brain concussion. He was 48 years old”

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