Meher Baba Sydney
Noticeboard
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Mehera is My very breath without which I cannot live
~ Meher Baba ~
(Photo: Meher Nazar collection)
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As Sita was for Ram, Radha for Krishna, Mary for Jesus, for this Advent of
Meher Baba it is Mehera who plays the leading role. This role, of being the chosen counterpart to the God-Man, amounts to the highest, purest, most spiritual relationship consisting of a divine love which the world cannot imagine.
~ Mani S Irani ~
(Meher Baba's sister)
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This love between Baba and Mehera is in an inner realm which has nothing to do with "love" as defined in the world's dictionary.
~ Mani S Irani ~
(Photo: Meher Nazar collection)
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Meher Baba’s sister, Mani, would tell us that Darshan at Beloved Baba’s Samadhi begins as we walk up the Hill, so preparing our minds to approach that moment when we step into the Samadhi to bow down at His feet. His Beloved Mehera showed us this when, after Baba dropped His body, she would come to Meherabad every other week to bow down to her Beloved at the Samadhi.
Coming from Meherazad, Mehera would not allow the blue DeSoto to drive all the way up the Hill, but had it stop on the Lower Meherabad side of the railway line. She would wear a sari with a headscarf — except in the hot summer months when she wore a blouse and long skirt — and carry an umbrella, as it was Baba’s order that not a beam of sunlight should touch her head. She also carried a leaf-wrapped garland to offer to Baba. She was not young at this time, and it is not easy to manage a sari, a scarf, an umbrella and a loosely wrapped garland on the windy and quite long walk up Baba’s path to the Samadhi.
However for years, in all seasons, Baba had walked this path between the men mandali’s quarters at Lower Meherabad and the women mandali’s on Meherabad Hill, and knowing this, she insisted on doing it for many years. Mani only prevailed to change her mind by telling her that it was now difficult for her, Mani, to climb the Hill and to please allow them to drive up to the East Room (Mehera’s room) in the Meher Retreat compound, where they would briefly stop before walking across to the Samadhi to complete their journey.
~ Janet Judson ~
for Avatar Meher Baba Trust, 8 January 2015
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Mehera on her porch
(Photo: Meher Nazar collection)
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In the early years of the Meherabad ashram, Baba, knowing Mehera’s love for nature, would encourage her to do a bit of gardening when water was available. So when her indoor work for Baba was complete (and He was with the men mandali), Mehera would often be outside puttering with flowers and plants.
In the 1940s when Baba shifted His residence to Meherazad, He wanted Mehera to start a new garden there and look after it. Already established in the garden was a row of beautiful gulmohr trees. . .
Once while Baba was admiring His Meherazad garden, Mehera explained to Him how much work went into growing the lovely flowers He was admiring. She told Him about the poor soil, water problems, heat and so on, and Baba replied, “Yes, this is just the way I like it. It is because of the hard work and love you put into the garden that I appreciate it so much.” With that, Mehera never again mentioned all the effort it took to look after Baba’s Garden.
Mehera loved making cuttings for the garden, starting seeds, collecting them and so on. Mani and the others would observe Mehera’s enthusiasm when she’d sow the seed of a tree. And they would tease her, knowing that what she really wanted was a full grown tree by the next morning.
Such was Mehera’s vision of an abundant garden for her Beloved Baba, and such was the promise held in each and every seed she collected and sowed . . . to become something very beautiful for Baba.
After Baba dropped His body, Mehera would remark that despite harsh weather conditions, poor soil, little rain and so on, Baba always saw to it that even in the hot summer, one flower or another would be in bloom in His garden.
After many years of tending to Baba’s garden and glorifying Him with her beautiful offerings, Mehera would often say to Baba’s lovers, “Just a single flower, a single petal offered to Baba with love is enough. It’s not the flower. It is our love that He wants.”
~ Kacy Cook ~
for Avatar Meher Baba Trust, 25 June 2015
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Entrance to Baba's Bedroom from Meherazad garden | |
Baba helping Mehera in the garden | |
One of the Gulmohr trees in Meherazad garden | |
The absolutely clear mirror of Mehera's pure, immaculate heart, that Baba took great pains to keep unclouded by the dust of the world, reflects Baba's image;
the image of the Divine Beloved, as none other can.
~ Mani S Irani ~
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I remember Mani saying once that watching Mehera handle a photograph of Baba was like seeing a prayer unfolding. . . Mehera’s flawless examples of care for Baba’s precious belongings and all things touched by and connected to Him became the very foundation for those later entrusted with the preservation and protection of the priceless articles He left behind to capture our hearts.
Mehera would always protect Baba’s pictures, His clothing or anything pertaining to Him, from any dust or dirt. She took care to make sure her hands were clean before handling anything of Baba’s—be it a photo, a book or a personal item. During Baba’s time, before Baba called Mehera into His room in the early mornings to greet Him, she would carefully wash and dry her hands and make sure they remained clean until she received His call. And even after Baba dropped His body, Mehera would wash her hands each and every time before entering Baba’s Room.
Mehera also was particular about light on Baba’s photos—both sunlight and artificial light—as, she said, it could be very damaging. . .
Another aspect of Mehera’s meticulous care of Baba’s personal items was how she would protect them from the all too ubiquitous Indian dust. She made good use of the natural, unbleached Indian muslin cloth, wrapping each item carefully and thoroughly, layer upon layer, so that no dust could penetrate and harm the precious item within.
Years ago a senior conservator from the Metropolitan Museum of Art visited Meherabad and Meherazad, having been invited by those involved in Baba’s archives. When she was shown how beautifully Mehera had cared for Baba’s belongings she was amazed. She said that with all the science they presently employed regarding environmental factors like temperature, humidity, light and dust—they could not have done a better job than Mehera did had they been present at the time. Although not a follower of Meher Baba, the curator was so touched by what she witnessed that she said it was Mehera’s love for Baba that had naturally engendered her intuitive understanding of how to manage Baba’s things. She told us that her care, treatment and handling of these items was faultless.
So not only did Meher Baba leave behind His precious belongings to capture our hearts but also, for a time, His beloved Mehera whose every gesture, every thought, every breath was in remembrance of Him.
~ Shelley Marrich ~
for Avatar Meher Baba Trust, 4 June 2015
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Pillow case used by Baba at Bindra House (Jessawala home in Pune).You can see in this photo the first layer of muslin cloth.
(photo by Shelley Marrich)
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The second layer of muslin cloth to protect the item within.
(photo by Shelley Marrich)
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After the second cloth has been wrapped the item is ready for storage in a cool, dry cupboard.
(photo by Shelley Marrich)
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Being in Mehera’s company allowed one to be transported vicariously into a realm where love alone is the sustaining force. All thoughts, all actions, all conversation, in one way or another, led to only one thought, one goal—to please Meher Baba. And to be in proximity of such profound and one-pointed focus on the Beloved was to witness the glory of love in all its childlike simplicity.
Mehera had a singular role in creation, one played out in every Advent. Meher Baba said she was His Radha, His Sita. She was the beloved of the Beloved, the purest soul in the Universe. She stood apart from all in her love and life for Meher Baba, and yet she exuded accessibility, a playfulness and innocent joy that made you want to be in her company.
One day there were just a few of us resident women chatting away with Mehera when she spontaneously told us, “You know, I never get enough exercise, so let’s take a walk.” We followed Mehera as she swiftly proceeded to walk towards the green gates of Meherazad and the Approach Road stretching ahead of it. Mehera, just like Baba in His early films, seemed to fly down the road. Although she wasn’t walking that fast, we had to almost run to keep up with her. Mehera loved beauty and saw in beauty the reflection of her Beloved—because it was His creation, every detail was of interest to her. As she stood for a moment wistfully admiring the beautiful archway formed by the boughs of the trees lining either side of the approach road, she remembered how often Baba had walked down this very road.
Mehera was quiet for a moment before remarking, “See how we are walking in sandals over the rough pebbles and stones. Mira walked barefoot for the love of her Krishna. In one of her songs she says, ‘The world tried to captivate me, but then I realized I’d taken this form to love and worship the Lord.'"
Mehera explained, “The world was not for Mira, but it reminds us how sacred it is to have this form, this body, and to use it for the purpose it was intended—to love the Lord.”
~ Davana Brown ~
for Avatar Meher Baba Trust, 25 May 2017
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The Approach Road archway of trees as Mehera would have seen it on her walk. | | |
Baba and Mehera on a walk near Meherazad, 1948.
(Photo courtesy of MN Publications)
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The Meher Baba Sydney Noticeboard brings news and stories that remind us of Meher Baba and connects us all in His Love.
The Noticeboard will serve to keep people informed of events, meetings and guest speakers happening here in Sydney. It will also serve to keep people informed of what is happening in other parts of Australia and around the world.
Being a noticeboard lots of different things can be pinned to it. If some fun things come across our desk which we feel Baba would enjoy: a poem, a joke, a recipe, a cartoon, or how to grow the best roses, then we’ll pin them on the Board too.
~ Jenny and Ross Keating ~
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