Sometimes Baba would care me tenderly around my chin. Suddenly Baba turned to me and said, "Did you shave today?" To my reply, "Yes, Baba," he told me that I had not done a good job and asked me to feel his chin, which I was happy to do. That chin was marvelous in its perfection, shave and all.

To sit in the presence of perfection is revelation. He said that some day I will see his face within as it really is. When that day comes it will be God’s grace and I live for that day.

Baba wanted to know how we had fared on our trip. So I told him of our visit to Babajan's tomb the day before, though I did not think to mention anything of the water incident. But I did tell Baba that I thanked God I have a living Master, because I could see now that it meant nothing to me to visit a spiritual relic. Only the living embodiment of truth can have real value to the pilgrim. He told us that Babajan is within him. This amazes me as I think about it because once Meher Baba was within Babajan. They at within each other; that's how it is; and it's not for the mind to grasp.

Then Baba said to Phyllis: "How did you sleep last night?" I thought, as Phyllis answered, what mischief is this? Then Baba turned brightly to me and asked, "How did you sleep?"

"Not at all, Baba, or hardly at all," and I told him my tale of insomnia and I ventured to ask Baba why I had suffered so much as I approached closer and closer to him in time and space. He replied, "You should be glad to share a little bit in My suffering." Yes, that was it, Baba had blessed me with his suffering and I had not had the wisdom nor heart to share consciously with him in those hours his agony of the world. I had held to that suffering of the night as if it were mine alone, not thinking for a moment that a few miles away the center of myself was carrying, for my sake, by far the larger portion.

I feel deeply in retrospect that Baba kept me awake that night in order to reduce this all too tiresomely tireless mind to a mere mass of putty in his hand. For by the time I came to his feet, my mind was limp with fatigue, s limp in fact that all of my words to Baba seemed to come not from my mind, but simply from out of my mouth as if I were a puppet on a stage.

The stage was like a Greek drama with all the mandali seated along the wall and responding like a Greek chorus. The Avatar is always and ever will be the most theatrically demonstrative one ever to appear among the spiritual hierarchy of creation. To the Avatar alone is it given to shake the earth like the mighty Poseidon he is.

Soon Baba will shake the earth and in so doing, he will bring to fruition what he said to us there that day—"Soon the whole world will turn to Me.”