Wherever Baba sits, that is the center of the universe. The very fact that Meher Baba sits tucked away in the heart of India at the foot of that little fairy-tale mountain behind Meherazad makes India the center of the universe. There the projection room is set up from which emanates the whole shimmering phantasmagoria and dream of creation. There alone is the apex of the myth, past, present and future, all in one. So, when one is there, there is no place to go, and there is nothing to do. For one knows at that moment that everything is being done for him by the master hand of universal destiny.

And it is true, for Baba turned to me and said, "I want you to see how I manage every detail."

Nearly an hour and a half had passed since we had come in and Phyllis had been away with the women for some fifteen minutes. Baba wanted to conclude the darshan and was calling for Phyllis. But the women had taken Phyllis to themselves and were detaining her. Baba kept sending someone with a bell to the back door of the hall to call her. I noticed that not a second of this time of waiting was wasted by Baba. The room seemed bustling with the dynamism of Baba's perpetual work, and I was filled with admiration for him not as God but as a man. I think that Baba likes to be appreciated as a man. He is what we call one hundred percent efficient and his work is love; and to be there with that love is all that one can hope for.

Finally Phyllis came running to Baba, having been released by the women mandali. There is nothing like being with Baba. It's like a children 's game in which the father's feet are designated "safe."

It was time to say goodbye, though for Baba there is no goodbye. Some day Baba will leave us all, but he will not really leave us; he will be as much with us as he is now, for as Christ said, "I am with you always even unto the end of the world" I embraced Baba, that marvelous embrace, and he kissed me, this time only on the first cheek, and thus telling me that his work is not yet finished with me. As we went to pass through the door, I turned to see Baba one more time. He looked so very tiny; I thought I could pick him up and put him in my pocket. Phyllis had exactly the same feeling. As we passed through the door Baba said, "I am always with you."

Baba told us that we were to go directly home from this meeting—no sightseeing. Before boarding the afternoon train for Bombay, I turned to Adi and asked, "Was Baba pleased with my cablegram?" and he replied, "Oh yes, Baba was very pleased. "

Myrtle Beach, S.C.

July, 1966