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There were some wealthy butchers who used to pay him respect and who offered him some land. However, he preferred our place and would tell them that he would only settle at Arangaon.

He would request me, "Give me a small portion of your land and build a room for me. Take me there and also bring Upasni Maharaj and Meher Baba. Turn the place into a sadhu khanna [an ashram for wandering mendicants and pilgrims]." I would listen to him but tried to dissuade him, knowing it would cause an uproar among our in-laws.

One night a year later, I dreamed that I was seated in the compound of a small old house. A child all wrapped in cloth was on my lap. A couple of persons were speaking to me as my eyes gazed downward. I saw the head of the child peeping out from under its covering. The child then sat up, and I saw that he had the face of the saint. I cried out, "This child is Hazrat Gilori Shah!"

He sweetly pleaded, "Ma, you are not giving me the land? Where will I rest?"

I instantly remembered the land at Arangaon and promised him, "Yes, Hazrat, I will give it to you." The moment I finished speaking, I awakened.

I narrated the dream to my husband, telling him that the saint had been insisting on the land for some years, and Kaikhushru promised to fulfill his request.

The next day, Gilori Shah, accompanied by some of his devotees, went to Arangaon. There he selected a small plot of land, and told them, "Prepare my tomb here."

This statement surprised them, and they pleaded: "But, Hazrat, who will come so far from the city to pay homage here? This is a desolate place and uninhabitable!

The saint then reprimanded them: "You are like children. You know nothing! In a short time, this place will turn into a garden of pilgrimage. A great one will come here, and this land will one day belong to the people of the world! Only then will you understand why I am buried here."

One day I went with the saint to look at the site he had selected. A mason joined us and the plot was measured and changes were made as directed by him. Then the saint turned to me and said, "When I die, bring me here — escorted by a band.

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