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1394THE WEST LEARNS TO SING1932

On the boat, an elderly Swiss laborer sat opposite Baba for almost an hour and left the boat when it stopped at a small harbor. As he stepped off the boat, he turned and smiled at Baba. Baba later asked if they had noticed anything unusual about the man, but since they had not, he explained:

He was my agent. I have come here for complete rest, and in order to do that, I must temporarily hand over the work to someone else. This morning, I have done that with this man. I had to raise him from [between] the second and third plane to [between] the fourth and fifth, so that he could take on the work I am giving him.

The transfer of my work must take place either in a thick jungle, on a high mountain, on water or in a crowd. That is why he smiled, looked at me and went off. You should have noticed how he answered my "taps" with his stick on the boat — by giving properly-timed taps with his stick in reply to mine.

Baba had borrowed Ghani's walking stick to demonstrate this. Although the man was not looking at Baba, he successfully copied Baba's taps exactly, three different times. Baba had also sent one of them to give the man some bread and butter, which he ate.

This agent of mine is married, but none of his family have any idea of his spiritual status. There are very few adepts [those between the third and sixth plane] in Europe. There is only one of the seventh plane; he is one of the 56 God-conscious souls on earth. There is also one person of the sixth plane in Europe. These adepts are still nothing compared to my circle members. Those of my circle will all be of the seventh plane; they have all been doing my dictates for ages.

These last four days, I was working universally and speedily laying the foundation of my work in Europe next November, and at two o'clock this morning, it was completed. Now the sun is out, and for all that, these last four days of trouble and dreariness.

Yet still I feel sad. Why? How can I be happy when I see myself bound in millions of unrealized souls? Not until the last drop is Realized will I be happy!

The scenery was magnificent and, enjoying the view, Baba compared it to Kashmir.

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