Born :

Died : 28 April 2011 - Gwalior, India

Nationality : Indian

Doctor of Philosophy

Dr. G.S.N. Moorty passed away Thursday, April 28, 2011, at 3:20 PM (Indian Standard Time) in Sahara Hospital, Gwalior, where he had been for a few days. Meher Kumar (Dr. Moorty’s son) called and informed Manjusha Kalavapudi, who posted the news. She said she’d had an opportunity to talk to Dr. Moorty just a couple of days prior.

Meher Baba called Dr. Moorty “the talkative disciple of the Silent Master.” A doctor of philosophy from Calcutta, he traveled throughout India to deliver heartfelt talks on the Beloved. He also toured the United States to share his tales of time spent with Meher Baba.

Once, in 1958, when several lovers were preparing a play for Baba’s entertainment, Moorty suggested that he be given the part of a dead body, because it would require no memorization. Baba was amused when the “corpse” was placed near His feet, and He began to tickle Moorty with His toe. He gave Moorty the name Murdal Moorty, “Dead Moorty.”

Another time, Dr. Moorty said: “I dreamt that Baba told me to wander about naked, but I could not do it. Then he asked me to leap into a well, and I leapt. This broke the dream and I found myself lying in bed.” Baba cracked, “Don’t jump into a well, jump into my Ocean of Love!” (Lord Meher 13:4820).

Dr. Moorty’s stories of life with Baba appear in his book The Wonders of Silence and on the DVD Dr. Moorty at Avatar’s Abode.

THE WONDERS OF SILENCE - 2 Publications : 1992 & 2005 - Meher Mownavani Publishings

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It was in the year 1955 that I first came to Meherabad and saw Meher Baba physically. I was standing in the long queue of lovers waiting for the arrival of Baba at about 7 a.m. for the Sahawas Programme. I was not a Baba-lover then. Everyone in the queue was holding a garland in his hand to be offered to Baba when he would pass by the queue. I was the lone exception who did not buy any garland to be offered to Baba like the others as I was much against the Avatarhood of Baba. Though I had no objection in considering him to be a Mahatma or a Saint, yet I was not inclined to accept him as an Avatar like Rama and Krishna.

Dr. Kanakadandi Suryanarayana was standing by my side. He had earlier asked me to buy a garland, but I refused to do so. I was also curious to know about the method of Baba's communication since he was observing silence — having given up the use of both written and spoken words. While I was thus deeply absorbed in my own curiosity, Baba's car arrived and stopped at the main gate on the road near the "Dhuni." All eyes were on Baba as he got down from the car and stood looking at the lovers. He was wearing a pink coat. His face was emitting golden rays. I was amazed to see two most brilliant star-like eyes twinkling on his face. For a moment, I was totally lost in the radiant beauty of Baba, the like of which was never seen before by me.

Baba was slowly and majestically passing by the queue moving towards me and those at the other end. It then struck my mind that I must also have a garland to be offered to Baba when he would come to me. But the problem was now to leave the queue and get the garland. Luckily, I could see a small flower shop nearby underneath a tree that was just a stone's throw away from the place where I stood in the queue. I thought it would take at least five minutes for Baba to come near me because I saw Baba receiving garlands in his hands from his lovers. Eruch Bhai was following Baba and was interpreting Baba's gestures.

Just when I turned my face towards the flower shop and was about to take a leap to fetch one garland, I felt someone's touch on my shoulders from behind and as I looked back, I was utterly surprised to see Baba holding my shoulders and looking into my heart. I was so much overwhelmed with Baba's divine beauty that I became almost speechless. At the same time I was repenting in my heart of hearts for not being able to offer a garland to Baba. Just at that very moment, Baba gestured to me saying, "I am the Ancient One. I know everything. Tell me honestly why you were looking to the other side while God Himself was approaching towards you." I became nervous and replied to Baba saying, "No, Baba. It's nothing like that. I only wanted to buy a garland for you."

However, Baba did not leave me at that point and questioned me seriously, "But why did you not buy the garland before coming to the queue as the others had done?"

I had no answer. I was put in an awkward position. I was upset. How to tell Baba that all the time I was thinking against him. I was dumb and not knowing what to say. Yet, I thought for a moment, "If this person Baba is really God — Antaryamin — how nice would it be on his part to leave me thus without further interrogation?" And lo, just where my thought ended, Baba picked up saying, "Well, I forgive you. Don't worry." A few seconds after that, drawing my attention to the few garlands that were still hanging on his hand, Baba said, "Look at these garlands. These flowers will fade away. They are bound to be destroyed sooner or later ..... But, I want you to be My Living Garland."

I could not follow what Baba actually meant by saying "Living Garland" and I was simply staring at Baba with vacant eyes. Baba then held both my hands into His hands and took them round his neck and said, "Now do you understand?" I found myself practically hanging round the bosom of Baba as a child suspending itself in the embrace of its mother.

Giving a soft slap on my cheek Baba pointed to my suspended body and said, "Yes. This is the living garland. But I want you to become a Real Living Garland."

Baba finally gestured to me saying, "I know everything. Love Me and I will help you."

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On the third day of the Sahavas given by Baba to the Maharashtrian group (which I attended along with Dr. Deshmukh), while the Sahavasis were supposed to go to Arangaon in a procession, I requested Baba to allow me to go to Poona on the plea that my father's friend was seriously ill, which in fact was not true. I thought I had finished Baba's darshan and had enough of it for two days and I had no further interest in staying at Meherabad. But Baba replied saying, "No. Don't go anywhere. You are now in God's company, which is so rarely available." I kept quiet. Dr. Deshmukh also pursued me to stay for a whole week.

The procession started and was almost on the way to Arangaon when an advocate from Delhi who was also attending the same Sahavas, went nearer to Baba and sought his permission to return to Delhi. I was looking to Baba as to what would be His reply. At once, Baba gave him permission and asked Adi Kaka to drop him at the railway station. I took a chance and once again asked Baba to allow me to go to Poona in the same way as he permitted that advocate to go to Delhi. Baba said, "No, you need not go; the case of the advocate is different. It is urgent and he is required to attend the Court by the end of this week."

I insisted saying, "If that is so, my case is more important and urgent since I am required to see my father's friend who is so seriously laid up in Poona."

Now Baba became serious and said, "Is it true? Then you also go but never return here again." — which I could not understand. Baba then directed Adi also to drop me at the railway station along with that advocate. I thanked Baba and left.

Adi Kaka dropped us both at the Ahmednagar Railway Station. After a while the train to Delhi via Manmad arrived and the advocate left by the said train. Now I was waiting and waiting but my train towards Dhond did not arrive. There was some derailment of a goods train between Manmad and Nagar. It was therefore, announced that my train would be indefinitely late.

Then I had to go to the Bus stand where I got the bus for Poona within 15 minutes. After an hour's journey, the bus suddenly stopped with a big bump on the way. All got down including myself. It took 2 hours to complete the repair and get started again. Somehow, I reached Poona late at about 10 p.m. I took a taxi and went to the house of my father's friend, who was really not at all ill. As soon as I got down from the taxi, I saw from a distance a big lock hanging on the door of that house. The old man was not there. He went to his village that very evening. There was no one in the house and it was all locked.

I came back to Poona station and tried to sleep in the first class waiting room. I could not sleep. I thought of going to Bombay to meet a friend of mine. So next morning I reached Bombay and went to my friend's house. But to my very utter surprise, I found he was seriously ill and the house was full of relations. In fact, he was in a state of coma. I stayed for a few hours but my friend did not come back to his normal senses.

I came again to Bombay Railway Station to return to Kharagpur, where my money purse and the railway ticket were all pick-pocketed. I was left with only Rs. 15.

I became totally helpless. I was about to burst into tears. I thought still worse might happen to me at Kharagpur. I deeply felt in my heart of hearts that all this was Baba's doing. So I purchased a ticket to Nagar and returned to Meherabad on the 5th day of the Sahavas. I stealthily approached Dr. Deshmukh in his room and he jumped in surprise at my very unexpected return.

I was crying while embracing Dr. Deshmukh. In the meantime, for no reason, Baba happened to come to the same room and saw me. I stood with folded hands before Baba and craved for his kind pardon. But Baba, instead of pardoning me, took up for the act of disobedience on my part and said, "I told you not to come back here again. Why did you do so? Go back, go back from here at once, you liar."

I was trembling and about to fall at His feet, after confessing the truth. Suddenly Baba's mood changed. He picked me up with His soft golden godly hands and not only embraced me but also kissed me and reiterated, saying, "Never doubt for a moment that I am God. I forgive you. I know everything."

Baba then asked Deshmukh to take care of me and accommodate me in the same room where I was previously staying along with Mr. Sherlekar & Booty of Nagpur. Thus I missed two days of the 1955 Sahavas. This was the beginning of my belief in Baba as God.

 
Myself and Deshmukh were standing side by side. Baba was giving His Final Embrace to sahawasis. I too received the last embrace from Baba and I felt so romantic, I wished I could have one more. But, how could I dare ask for an additional embrace when none else was given. I kept quite suppressing my desire.

I left Baba along with Dr. Deshmukh, to get ready to reach Ahmednagar Station to catch the train. Once again, while departing, I waved my hand saying Tata to Baba. Suddenly Baba smiled and asked me to come closer to Him. I did so immediately. Baba tightly embraced me for the second time and that made me realise that Baba would never allow any suppression in the heart of His lover (although I was still not a lover). I was very happy full of ecstasy. Deshmukh at once said, "You are so fortunate."

In the very next moment, Baba said through His gestures, "Remember, this second embrace which I have just given, is not for you; it is for your wife. You carry the same straight from here, and give it to your wife. Also remember that you should not embrace any one until you have given my embrace to your wife."

All my joy ended, as I was put in such a funny situation. Then began a great Tamasha (fun). So many lovers — sahawasis — would come to me and spread their arms to embrace me saying "Jai Baba". But, I would not embrace them except saying "Jai Baba". Ultimately, I was fed up and locked-up that embrace with closed arms by cross- folding the hands. No one knew the secret. Everyone thought me to have become mad. Throughout the journey, I was restless. No sleep in spite of First Class reservation. For 24 hours in the train I felt I was carrying the Embrace — something more precious than all the wealth of this world.

When I returned to Kharagpur and reached my residence at about 8 p.m., I knocked at the door. As soon as she opened the door, I threw away the bag and baggage from my hands and embraced my wife tightly saying "Jai Baba"..... It is from Baba. Now I am free. Oh! how difficult it is to carry a single embrace...."

My brothers, sisters, mother and other children at the house, who were all looking at such behaviour of mine, were standing still. My wife got totally upset and annoyed and started muttering indistinctly, "What nonsense! What has happened to you at Meherabad? Are you in a sound state of mind?"

I had no answer ... I kept quiet ... silently wondering as to what really happened to me at the Sahawas in Meherabad.

A little later, when I was in my bed-room my wife came and sat in a strange mood right in front of me and with a disgusting voice remarked, "Who is this Meher Baba? What sort of Avatar is he? Never go to Meherabad again... You will be spoiled...."

But Beloved Baba had already sown the seeds of His love in our hearts ....... These seeds were bound to sprout-forth in due course.