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Hearing Hazrat Babajan

October 13, 2010
Flagstaff
6:45am

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,

That’s all.

COMMENTARY:

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.

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Baba Calls out to Himself

I had a dream (After September 2006).

I had been thinking — I wonder why, when I dream of Baba, he never seems to be in the place where I currently live, it is always related to some past place I have been or lived. Then I had a dream of Baba, where I was in the living room of the home I just moved to here in Flagstaff (where Cyprus was born in August) …

I was in the living room, and there is a small set of steps UP to a hallway, and the end of the hallway is a door, and that door is to my bedroom (this is the layout of our home, actually and in the dream, the same).

Meher Baba came out of my bed room, and started to come down the stairs to the living room. But he was ill, and shaky, and tired, and old. I got up and went over to Baba. He was not well enough to be in the living room, and needed to rest. We exchanged a few words, and he agreed he should go back and rest. He turned and started to climb the stairs to go back up to the bedroom at the end of the hall, but he lost his balance, and was about to fall over. He called out loud, “Help me Baba!” And instantly recovered his balance. He got up all the steps, went down the hall and disappeared into my bedroom to rest.

I loved Baba so much more when I heard Him call out to Himself for help.

I can’t explain it, but something cracked in me. I am still processing this.

COMMENTARY:

Xia: Other than to support Laurent’s comment, and feel intrigued, I feel I do not understand enough to say more.

Laurent: Sometimes I feel dreams, or experiences of any kind, are like a sort of spiritual adjustment (like a chiropractic adjustment). This dream was like a love-adjustment for me from Baba.