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to try your very best, and leave the rest to me . . .”

 

. . . The following July I met BABA, with another friend, both of us ignorant of the tremendous event which was taking place in our lives, unknowing of the Presence we were to meet . . . It was four o'clock on an afternoon in July when we were ushered into the anteroom full of people who were waiting to see BABA or who had just met Him. We didn't have to wait, but were ushered in immediately. I went first and my companion behind me. I entered the door and looked, and there was BABA in white, resting on a divan with many people around Him. The minute I saw Him, I received a shock as if I had stepped on a live wire. It seemed to flash through every nerve in my body. There was no time to stop and ponder, but we had to move forward. As soon as BABA saw us, He smiled such a heavenly smile. It is indescribable. All I can say is, no one ever looked at me with such love or smiled at me like that. He turned his head slightly to the side as if unable to contain his joy . . . Why should he have been so delighted to see us . . . why me? These questions go round and round in your head for a long time after you meet Him, as they are still doing in mine. This love that He pours out is tangible, like a wave, but, unlike a wave, it pulls you like a magnet. BABA is all love, tangible love, and love beyond my poor brain to fathom. These moments are like eternities. Moments with BABA are all too short but so many emotions and thoughts are crowded into them, they extend into infinity . . .

 

"We were told that BABA does not speak, but uses an alphabet board. I was under the impression that we would be allowed to walk in and past Him quickly as one would be allowed to look at the crown jewels, so I was totally unprepared to take the hand He extended to us . . . and I was wearing gloves! . . . BABA dictated on His board, "I know them, but they don't know Me." (How true that was, when I look back now!) And then He said something else about our love for God and His love for God and what we would do. But, by then, my head was swimming and I didn't comprehend very much. What a turmoil I was in . . . In the presence of BABA'S love, all inadequacies stand out like sore thumbs. In the presence of ordinary persons, one doesn't like to feel inadequate. But with BABA, it's different. No matter how foolish and awkward you seem to be, you love even that because you're with BABA. One must experience it to know it. BABA understands . . . BABA loves; that's all that matters . . .

 

 

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