On the morning of September 8, Maharajji called for me and we talked privately for three-quarters of an hour on various subjects. After that I saw him again at four o’clock in his room with two or three others.

He was saying to us, “All those who come into this world must go. Nobody will stay here. They must go. Knowing this, why do people at the time of death go “Whooooo, whooooo” (he feigned great weeping)? Why do they cry ? They should go gladly. They shouldn’t cry. After some general talk, he said, “Now I shall go. I won’t stay and I won’t give darshan anymore to anyone.”

One devotee asked, “Maharajji, where will you go that we people will not be able to get your darshan ?”

“Oh, too far! Too far!” Maharajji replied.

“Where?” the devotee asked again.

“Oh, there…near the Narmada River,” Maharajji said. (The Narmada River starts in Amarkantak, traditionally from the throat of Shiva.) The bus driver came shortly after that to take away all those people who lived elsewhere. Some man had just arrived and asked for a private darshan, but Maharajji said, “Baba Neem Karoli is dead! Who will you talk to now?”

The man laughed and said, “All right, if you order me to go then I will, but I’ll return at eight in the morning and talk with you then!”

Maharajji said, “All right. You come. If I’m alive, I’ll talk to you.”

Outside in the courtyard the Westerners were singing and had begun to shout in unison the traditional salutation, “Sri Sri Sri One Thousand Eight Neem Karoli Baba Santa Maharaj ki jai!” Inside, Maharajji commented, “Baba Neem Karoli is dead! Now their voices will have to reach there,” he said, pointing heavenward.