for the cumulative effect of the whole has been to demolish the barriers of time and space and make the occasional glimpses of his spiritual nature extend more and more the consciousness of the Life Universal, to which all must come—not as to a particular form, the one he occupies in the flesh, but as to the illumined doorway to that Reality beside which the universe in which we manifest our daily lives, seems but a passing show.

Again and again, seemingly unimportant events or even gestures of his, or words which had little apparent meaning at the time, come back to the mind, without warning, to shed more light on some obscure matter or other, so that the wonder of his love becomes a continually extending amazement. What appeared to be a spontaneous gesture amidst a crowd of people, remains in my mind to become ever and anon a real signal to my nature to assert itself under different circumstances, for had not Baba awakened by that movement of his, an inner movement in my nature too, which now touched with his life, became vibrant and active whenever stirred by memory.

Conversation or contact with those who have been similarly stirred by his spirit and presence, is always like a breath of fresh life as from him. Nor is this surprising; the event itself is ever a unique experience, unsullied by shadowy indistinct pictures in the mind, for the consciousness of Baba is there in its compelling freshness to make the commonplace a spiritual drama. Much of his spiritual work in the souls of those who respond to the inner call from the Master is incommunicable to others, for it is unique to the one who perceives and feels it; shared to the extent to which the hearer can himself respond.

From Mary's Impressions Penned During Her Stay In Nasik Ashram, India*

We first met Baba at Kitty Davy's home in London (April, 1932). He was seated in a small room at the top of the house, surrounded by some close devotees. They did not hear me enter, but Baba sprang up with the agility, power and grace that characterize all his movements and came quickly forward. He then signed me to sit beside him—and took my hand with that gentle touch we know so well.

Immediately I felt a great upliftment of consciousness, such as I had never experienced with anyone before.

I had been searching and reading deeply for many years and knew that now I had found the Master and that the long search was over.

*Published later in The Meher Baba Journal, Vol. 1, 1938.