I was shaken by this action, and only learned later that Tal and some of the others had met in Bangalore and indulged in a spree of tearing up Sai Baba photos. I was not surprised. I had thought so many times during the preceding months that Tal really did not understand Swami or His teachings. Sai Baba gave, not caring for the future, not expecting anything in return. He gave love where and when it was needed, spontaneously and unselfishly.
Love lives by giving and forgetting.
As soon as I returned to Prasanthi Nilayam my stomach started to act up immediately. It appeared Swami had plugged me up just for the Anantapur trip. The rest of July, August, and September of 1971 were very peaceful. There were no interviews for Westerners. Tal, and those who believed his stories, left.