We stayed at a place called Velu Villa, and not many people went to India in those days. We spent time with people who knew Meher Baba and lived with him. These people were known as the mandali including Mehera, a lovely women who was closest to him, Eruch his interpreter, a very nice man, Dr. Gohair, also very sweet and others. We spent much time with Mehera, and I sang and played guitar for her. She called me lovely Leslie. I sang her a song that I had learned, that some woman had written for her when my dad had been there in 1970 during Christmas and her birthday.
I sat listening to my mother converse with Eruch. He had been the interpreter for Meher Baba, who had chosen to be silent. He is by the way, not the only silent master. Some Indian masters such as Baba Hari Daas remained silent longer than Meher Baba by far.
In the end, if there is a God, then God alone is God. To me there is no evidence or sign or even indication that Meher Baba could be anything but a fraud.
