Gayley, Viloo Irani, and many, many others.

"We were known then as the Meher Baba Bookstore. But there were also other bookstores in Southern California that were dedicated to Baba. At different times there were bookstores in: Hermosa Beach, Venice, Huntington Beach, and Santa Barbara. All were full of Baba's Love and channels for spreading His message of Love and Truth but none lasted beyond the mid-1970s.

"We remained in Pasadena at that location for four happy years. In the summer of 1973 we moved into a new building. What prompted the move was that one of our volunteer workers had her purse stolen. We took it as a sign from Baba that it was time to move to a nicer neighborhood. We moved to an area in the business district, 393 East Green street (another one-way street!) We obtained a more spacious building that had been used for decades as a real estate agency. There was a private office, meditation room, children's room, men's and women's bathrooms, a nice bookstore area, and a separate meeting room with a lovely high ceiling.

"We were less "hippyish" by that time so there were no longer flowers on the windows! We flourished, the community of Baba's lovers grew and was nourished, and we stayed until July of 1977. Our very last meeting was with Adi K. Irani who was our special guest at that summer's 3rd annual Sahavas.

"While we were at our Green Street address, in 1974, we made the legal change into a nonprofit corporation. We then became officially and legally, the "Avatar Meher Baba Center of Southern California." For the 5 years that we had been the Meher Baba Bookstore we had been run by a "steering committee" which was made up of anyone who wanted to be on it. We usually met once a month. However, when we became a corporation we changed our format to a 9-member board of directors, chosen from among the Baba community in an annual democratic election.

"Our area of town came under the aegis of a new city redevelopment plan and we had to vacate. It wasn't for another three months that we reopened - this time in the city of Los Angeles. We had a wonderful 8½ year stay in Pasadena!"

One day in the 60's, the phone rang and someone asked to speak to Meher Baba. I said, "He's silent, and He's in India." It was the producer of the Joe Pyne show. He said, "Will He come and break His silence on our show?" I said, "I don't think so." Anyway, they invited me as a guest on their half-hour TV show. I consented to be introduced as "the woman who says she met God in human form." I had a trial run on their radio show where I teased Pyne about reincarnation. I said I knew him long ago in China. "In the Teahouse of the August Moon?" he quipped. I said "Maybe, and you were a skeptic then, too!" I think my sense of humor convinced him I was OK for a TV interview. On TV, for the first 10 minutes he was more or less polite, then he became abrasive. He didn’t really care, or listen for your answers. He just wanted to upset you — as he had done to the previous interviewee who I had watched. He had brought to tears a housewife who had written an innocuous book about her visit to Russia; I vowed silently he wouldn't upset me. So when he thrust my Awakener magazine up to the camera, sneering, "Is this the face of God?" I remained calm. In the breaks for com- mercials, he got his audience tittering by telling dirty jokes. Then he used the derisive tittering as background for his questions. It hit me on an ancient nerve — laughter at the Godman. I was back in the streets of Jerusalem on the way to Calvary. I glanced over at Mr. Pyne and saw "psychically" blood was pouring out of his chest. It's a curious fact that two or three weeks later he died of a lung hemorrhage. Because of this, my half hour interview on Baba was played over and over again, about seven times, with a million viewers each time. It was also shown nationwide. Even years later, people