An American once came into the Dharmshalla and asked if I could translate for him. After looking around and asking me a few questions, he requested me to ask Babaji what Babaji thought of him. I translated the question and waited for the answer. There was a long very silent silence in which Babaji leant gracefully against a rock staring into the distance. After some time the American became impatient and asked me to repeat the question to Babaji. When I did,Babaji slowly turned his beautiful head and looked at me with his large unfathomable gaze and said, “Babaji doesn’t think anything.”
The American took Babaji’s answer to be the personal answer to his question but I understood it to mean that Babaji no longer had any movements (vrittis) in his mind or rather that he lived in the mindless state. How I longed for that State.
Nani Mai