Last night, this morning really, before I woke up I had a dream.
I don’t remember seeing Baba, or Babajan, but it was as if I could – hear – (or read) what Babajan communicated to Meher Baba (as Merwan) early on. As if it was the period before she unveiled him to his Ancient One state. It was something like this: “Try to be quiet with God.” And there was a lot about how to clean and care for his sadra (long shirt), and who would be wearing a sadra also (in the future).
All I know is that it felt like the first things Hazrat Babajan ever said to young Merwan, and the words were spoken with so much love, tenderness, peace, and suggestion, not at all like a Master speaking, but like a proud mother giving advice to her favorite son.
Thank you Beloved Baba,
Xia: Babajan’s birth name was Gulrukh meaning “face like a rose”. I feel this when I look at her, when I think of her kissing young Merwan’s forehead on his way home from college in 1914, and when I contemplate Laurent’s description of hearing her speak. Like a rose, her presence unfolds a delicate grace.
Laurent: I have never had a dream quite like this one, where it was more about hearing the words of a Master, rather than seeing, but the words were infused with Love, and great power, and I felt like I was in between the two, the great Master Hazrat Babajan, whom Merwan called “The Emperor” and Merwan himself, who became known to the world as the Avatar Meher Baba.