Baba was giving a very beautiful discourse and although I forgot almost everything of it, I remember that somehow I was crying very much. Then, Baba took a break, maybe for eating. Everybody also returned to their rooms. There was some kind of spiritual conference taking place.

I was busy doing something when Bábá suddenly appeared at the door of the room where I was staying and, looking at me, said: “Come!”, bending His uprightly held forefinger unto Himself. But due to some ego, I decided to first finish the work that I was doing, and then to go to see Baba. 

On the way, I could hear a very beautiful rhythmic melody or drum sound resounding. When I arrived, somebody was playing some kind of melodious drum that I had never seen before. Soon he had already finished. He had placed his instruments in front and to the right of the stage where Baba was sitting. They were a combination of a big drum hanging vertically in the centre and of smaller drums hanging around the big drum in circle. Each drum had other devices attached to or hanging from it that produced sounds of various types when played. The artist had seemed majestically in trance while playing, once finished however, had regained his serene composure. He bid Baba ‘Namaste’ in a way that I cannot describe.

Then, Baba, who was sitting on stage in front of everybody, said: “This tune disappeared 400 years ago” and then added: “You can all be very good musicians, if you practice sincerely.” 

Right after that, one sister stood up from among the crowd and started singing a very beautiful bhajan, deep from within her heart. Some modern instruments joined in. The lyrics were very beautiful, but I forgot them. 

Then, the large crowd that was present (such as during a DMC) started to move. It was as if some kind of ‘akhanda bhajan’ had just started. And really, everyone was moving in that anti-clockwise direction. Eventually Baba also stood up and somehow merged into the flow. 

In the background, and drawn by an irresistible pull, I could hear the beautiful sound of a guitar (or another string instrument) sliding down the strings (and up the scales, as though making the river of life flow upwards).