In plain words
When I went to Kodaikanal this past May, she died here. All of them were his supreme devotees. So in every single thing, faith is that important. Without this faith, however much Bhakti there may be, whatever kinds of service you do, it is no use. Dhyāna, japa and pūjās done on the surface are not what matters! Even if you do nothing at all, no matter. You need to keep that faith and heed what you are told. Only because he had faith of that kind could Śivadās turn so many people into devotees in this way. This same man came in time to be called by the name ‘Prahlād’. Bābā used to call him ‘Prahlād’.
Faith is the very breath
Once this Prahlād went on an outing to a place called Hariścandragutta. There he grew thirsty. Feeling thirsty, he looked all around. There was no water; then in one place he saw a thin stream of water flowing. At that moment he did not think of Bābā. He went there. The water was out of reach of his hand. The water was clean. Underneath, everything was damp. Wondering how to drink the water, he lay down and put his mouth where the water fell, and as he was trying to drink, the locket Bābā had given him, which hung round his neck, fell down. Then he remembered Bābā. As Bābā came to mind, he cried out loudly, ‘Bābā!’ ‘What is it, Satan! I am right here,’ said Bābā. ‘You want water? Take it,’ and He gave him water in a brass pot. ‘Bābā! Did You come here for my sake?’ he said, deeply pained. ‘I came only for you,’ said Bābā. At that he bent down to bow to Bābā. But Bābā was not there. From then on this Prahlād went nowhere else. He gave up all these worldly desires. He and his wife settled right here. After Prahlād died, his wife spent the rest of her life there. Her name was Lakṣmībāyi. She used to make brinjal, roti and all that for Bābā. Bābā was very fond of this brinjal and roti. She would have it ready by the time Bābā asked, bless her! She always kept it ready, not knowing when Bābā might ask.