reference to an incarnation in Egypt. Was He Hermes, Melchisadek, Iknahton? Osiris? It is obvious there must have been an Egyptian Avatar.

Baba asked us, what was our favorite ice cream? Strawberry, I said, and Baba ordered strawberry ice cream for our lunch. Baba was so good to us both! He turned to us and said, "How much money do you owe?" I felt embarrassed, "Forty-five dollars, Baba." It seemed a lot, then! Adele said, "Fifteen — and five of it to Filis!" I felt guilty at once. Baba called for Rano Gayley, and directed her to open her purse and count out that much money for each of us. Baba paid our debts. Further, He told us to call on Him if we ever needed help. He said we were part of His family. What actually happened was that things improved financially for both of us after that. But "forgiving our debts" obviously had a deeper meaning too.

Baba turned to me, "What about your boss, doesn't he mind your coming here?" I said, "No, Baba." "He's an angel — don't leave that job," He gestured. Following this order for the next year led to being laid off four times and getting hired back for more pay each time. After a year I thought, "I've carried out Baba's order enough, I'll change bosses." I say this because I feel there is a common sense limit on some orders Baba gives you.

He told Adele to go and nurse her dying mother; through this experience she found she was a "natural-born" nurse and pursued an excellent career. Before that, she had unsuccessfully been trying to get an M. A. in philosophy at Columbia University. In 1948 we had a chance to write a last letter to Baba, before He went into the New Life. She had written Him if she should continue to get her M. A. "Yes," Baba answered. But she kept switching her subject, from Reinhold Niebuhr, to Plotinus, to St. Augustine, to St. Francis; her faculty advisor, Mr. Edman, disgustedly said, "You don't want an M. A., you want salvation, Miss Wolkin!" When Adele met Baba that first day at the Center, she hung her head dejectedly. "What is it?" Baba gestured. "I didn't finish my thesis!" Baba gestured, broke into a big grin and pointing to His chest said, "I am your thesis!"

We were still sitting with Baba when Rano came in again, this time in tears — and that's a lot for Rano! It seems the cook had fired off some salvos at her for inquiring if Baba's lunch was ready. At once I felt concerned. Alberta was a tremendous cook but speed wasn't her best point. Baba asked Rano, "Do you love Me?" "Yes," sobbed Rano. "Then go back and apologize." Without a word Rano went back into the kitchen. Baba at once turned to me and shook His head, telling me not to worry. Later, I felt (but who knows?) this fiery-tempered soft-hearted black cook and Rano and their kitchen battles were part of Baba's work for the two races in America. Baba "uses" situations in miniature to work on the big ones.

That day we sat on the terrace. Ruano was smoking the one big black cigar Baba said she could have each day, like Dr. Donkin. Charmy Duce was examining some theatre tickets. I found out they were taking Baba and the women to see "Charlie's Aunt" at the RCA Theatre in New York. Ah! I had an idea. After taking the train back to New York, I jumped in a cab and got to RCA. Where would they sit? It 's the biggest theatre in the U. S. Of course, first balcony! I sat down between two nuns.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on the shoulder — Baba had sent Charmy to say hello. There was Baba not too far away in His wheelchair. I was so excited. This huge crowd, and Christ in our midst. I wanted to poke the nuns in the ribs and say, would you believe? I got another tap on the