To please Me is to do ― but doing what? That which your Beloved commands you, that is My way, My path. 'My yoke is easy and My burden is light.'

My way with you all is the shortest way to Union which I long for infinitely more than you can ever long. Although the game is of My own making, still I must suffer to enjoy the game of realizing myself consciously in all creation. But it is up to you — My beloved ones who know Me in the flesh as none other can to lessen this suffering and give Me all the happiness you are capable of. Will you do this for Me? Help Me in thought, word, and action. Let your thought be always of Me ― your word sprung always from love and your action the expression of one who seeks in all she does to please Him who is ever-present in the heart of His beloved Leyla. This thought will give you eternal happiness and bliss in the midst of the sad times through which the world is now passing and must face up to. The suffering for all will be terrible, but remember that underneath are the 'Everlasting Arms.' So keep happy in your faith and love to the very end. I will never fail you and will never leave you.

In 1948, Delia and Jean Adriel were called to India for a short visit, before the "diaspora" of the New Life began. Delia's record of this trip is most interesting. (It begins on p. 54.)

At last, in 1952, Baba returned to the West, and Delia was the only one from England summoned to be with Him in America, on His first visit to the new Spiritual Center in Myrtle Beach, dedicated to Him. It was in April, 1952 that I first met Delia, who believe it or not, was dabbing eau de cologne on her forehead! (I'd heard so much about it from Norina and Elizabeth). The trip and the American climate — our heat always surprises English — had affected her. I told her to expect much more heat in Myrtle Beach. In fact, she sent me an S.O.S. from the Center for some cool clothes. I bought her a white seersucker suit with a collarless jacket, and she wrote me it just fitted Baba and He had appropriated it!

It was Delia who, standing on the steps of the Lagoon Cabin at 9:30 a.m., May 10th, 1952, said, "Shri Meher Baba, this is Filis Frederick," (I was "Phyllis" before Baba shortened my name on His alphabet board). What a precious link to have with someone — they were the one who introduced you to "the Highest of the High." (Today is May 10th, my 31st anniversary of that wonderful day!)

During the following week I got to know Delia a bit, and again on Baba's second sahavas at Myrtle Beach in 1958. In 1952 Delia was one of those who were travelling in the second car behind Baba's car (Sarosh driving) when the accident occurred near Prague, Oklahoma. I recall she told me how, as she looked down on Baba lying injured and bloody by the side of the road, His eyes were blazing "like stars" with indescribable bliss, as if He had accomplished some infinite goal. One can imagine that the eyes of Jesus on the cross might have had such a look.

With an incredible smile, Baba said to me (in July '52 when He returned to N.Y.) "America was after My blood for a long time." In Glimpses of the Godman II, Bal Natu quotes Baba as saying, years later, that He "got His physical bones broken so as to break the backbone of the Machine (Age), keeping intact its spiritual aspect." Delia very kindly donated the small pillow she put under Baba's head, which is stained with His blood, to Meher Center, where it's kept in His house.

Delia, like Anita Vieillard, had that delightful capacity to be able to amuse Baba on the spur of the moment, with some light-hearted folderol, just as Mani and Naja did in India. Dr. Kenmore and Harry Florsheim were also excellent spontaneous jokesters who could bring a smile to the Beloved's silent lips.

One of my favorite Delia stories — to which I can relate personally — is this: Baba often called the group to go to the cinema in Ahmednagar dressed in their best, very early in the morning. On one occasion Delia did go, but had a cold. Later, when all