Like Mehera, Mani too felt that Meher Baba's features were
similar to those of Jesus. In fact, she wondered whether all
Avatars did not look like Baba. Mani speculated that every
Avatar had the same general features certain physical
characteristics, she thought, might always be the same. For
example, the arch and long length of their eyebrows, their slim
legs, aquiline nose, their height never tall, always of medium
Mani was struck by how beautiful individual parts of Baba's
body were, such as his shoulder or his ear. Even as he got
older, his shoulders seemed exceptionally beautiful to her.
"Baba's ear was so individualistic, so unique," Mani also
noted. "Looking at Baba's ear was like looking at the whole
of Baba. During darshan times, though we could only see his
ear, it didn't matter; it looked complete in itself. Each part of
Baba was so beautiful." The other Avatars, she thought, must
have had similarly distinctive features.
Mehera agreed. "Avatars are always beautiful," she said.
"They aren't very tall. Baba was five feet eight inches before
the accidents(2)." Mehera thought that the Avatar's qualities
are also similar Jesus' compassion, Krishna's playfulness
and this time Meher Baba's sense of humor, his wit, his love
of fun and jokes.
Mehera, personally, did not believe that the Avatar looked the
same each time. Privately, however, she once confided that
she wanted Baba to come again in the same form, because it
was this form his way of looking and acting that she
loved. It was her Meher Baba that she loved. And her fear
was, What if I don't recognize him when he comes again?
"Everything about Baba was perfect. His way of talking, his
singing, his gestures, his movements, his face. That's why I tell
Baba that every Avatar comes, but I want to be with Meher
Baba, with our Baba. I love Baba. [She began to cry.]
Most of all, his love was beautiful, perfect for each one.
Sometimes, I think, we love him but he loves each one in
Mehera spoke at length about Baba's physical features:
There's something about Baba that was so different from
any other person, the expression of every part of his body.
Baba's eyes were so different from any other eyes. He had
very expressive eyes. If you see in Baba's photos, in every
picture there is a different expression in his eyes. But
photographs couldn't capture the color of his eyes, their
depth; the movement and expression are not there. His
eyes moved so quickly, keeping an eye on everything and
everyone. He didn't miss anything.
Baba's eyes were so expressive, as if he spoke with his
eyes. His expression was so eloquent. With a look he
could ask, "What are you saying?" You felt what he was
trying to say. His eyes were warm and brown, not too
dark (like mine) or light. You could see they were brown;
but when the light caught them, they were a golden, warm
shade of brown. There was a gold spark in them. They
had a beautiful shape. When Baba talked, when he was
happy, his eyes would shine. They were lovely. I loved his
eyes, because they were so beautiful, the most beautiful
eyes in the world.
Baba's eyebrows were very lovely, naturally curving
eyebrows. At close quarters, you could see that they
reached all the way to the end of his eye. You could see
tiny, tiny hairs. Very long, lovely eyebrows.
Baba had very fair, lovely, pink skin. Mani lost her skin
pigment, otherwise, Baba was many times fairer than she
was. The texture of his skin was something quite different
from the ordinary. It was so soft, so tender, so special.
Even later, there were no wrinkles on Baba's face. A mole
appeared on Baba's right cheek only in the last four years.
I always wondered why right in the middle of his cheek?
Why not somewhere here [pointing elsewhere on her face]?
It was a flat mole, not raised. Baba also had a brownish
spot on the middle of his back, the size of a chickpea.
Sometimes, you could see it through his sadra. I would see
something on Baba's back & think it was a fly, but when I
waved it away, I saw it was Baba's mole. Baba also had a
spot on his left arm.
The nape of Baba's neck was like that of a three-year-old
child. It wasn't like a grown man's at all; it had the softness
of a young child. His head was so beautifully shaped, so
delicate. When I shampooed it, I felt it was so tender; one
felt it was like the head of a small child.
Baba had very beautiful, expressive hands; he made very
lovely and graceful gestures. Baba didn't have much hair
on his arms or legs, in later years hardly any on his legs.
Baba's hands and legs were slim and shapely. Very slightly
sunburned, not brown in color. Baba's legs were always
thin, even in the later years, just the same as when I first
saw him. After middle age, Baba took after his father. His
father was rather broad around the neck, which was on the
short side. Baba put on weight. His shoulders grew slightly
broader, but his hands and legs were thin throughout his life.
Baba's feet were very beautiful, so shapely, a lovely oval
shape. They were not ordinary feet. In my mind's eye, I can
still see them. They were so lovely, you would love to stroke
them. His toes were not very separate; they were together.
His feet spread a bit, as Baba was not wearing shoes for
years, but always wore sandals. (One's feet get broad from
wearing sandals). Baba had walked so many miles doing
mast work on all sorts of roads, hillsides, mountains, rough
places yet his feet, when we saw them, looked as if he had
never walked far. They were smooth and beautiful, no calluses
or roughness. Lovely lotus feet. His feet were lovely, but when
they were pressed down to take the [plaster] footprint mold,
by that time they had spread slightly.
Elizabeth once sent Mani a greeting card, on which was a
picture of Buddha, asking if she noticed the resemblance. BACK
Others, such as Irene Billo, have stated that Baba was five
foot six inches tall before the accidents. BACK
MEHERA-MEHER, A Divine Romance, Vol. 3, pp. 423-424
2003 © David Fenster