were with Baba for about twenty minutes. Two of our party sat on one side of Baba, one on the other, but I couldn't resist kneeling and sort of resting back on my heels in front of him. He didn't seem to mind. That afternoon was indescribably glorious. I had come to Baba as one comes to Christ, and if you can imagine what it must have been like for the lucky people of two thousand years ago to be in the presence of Jesus, then you will have some idea of the unearthly glory of that afternoon with the Beloved. He spoke to us of love, and in stressing the power of love he said, "Through love you will come to see me as I really am."

As we sat there, for incomparably precious moments with the Beloved, the thought crossed my mind, `this is such a wonderful experience to be here like this with Baba, wouldn't it be nice if Baba gave us some little thing to keep in memory of this occasion'. Baba instantly snapped his fingers to attract the attention of Chanji, his Indian secretary, and pointed to a rose. Chanji quickly took the rose out of the vase and brought it to Baba. As I stared in amazement, Baba picked off four petals and handed one to each of us, telling us to keep them as mementoes of this meeting with him.

This was just the beginning of my experiences with Baba and his ability to know our thoughts and feelings. Subsequently, it has become very clear to me that he knows our hearts in and out all the time wherever we are and wherever he is. There have been many instances of this. I think this is especially important to know. Not only does he know our thoughts and feelings, but we can have a contact with him even though we are not physically with him. We often think of Baba, we sometimes try to tune in on him and perhaps we feel that we've had a good contact. But then we say, `Maybe it's just my imagination'.

We don't quite trust these inner contacts. We want a break-through to a new dimension, but we are not quite trusting of the new dimension. Baba helps us to break-through consciously, to know that it is so, that it is not our imagination.

In 1949-1950, my wife, three children and I went to Meher Baba's Myrtle Beach Center in South Carolina, and stayed there for a year. I took a year's leave of absence from my job. We looked after the Center during that year. There was an engineering project underway to provide drainage of the swamp areas and improve mosquito control, buildings and roads to be maintained, and so forth. Norina Matchabelli and Elizabeth Patterson were in India with Baba at that time, and someone had to be there to look after things.

Nearly every day during that year I would go to the site where Baba's house now stands, a beautiful site overlooking a fresh water lake, just a short distance in