completely absorbed in deep Samadhi, do not necessarily have this precious love. It is a gift of Grace.

Baba so often makes use of the opportunity time at hand to manifest, through the sympathetic and gracious manners of his human personality, His Divine Love. If children are around, Baba at once finds a point of contact; such as, a kite, a bag of colored marbles, a game, a football.

Also, I remember how Baba, during his stay with us, sent one day for my mother and asked if there were anything he could do for her. She replied shyly, "We have a home for aged folk over eighty. I would like you to visit them, but you have no time now." It was lunch time. Baba sent for Chanji, his secretary-disciple, and told me to order a taxi at once, and Baba, Mother and Chanji set off for the home.

Later in the day, Mother asked Baba, "How can I understand and love you?”

Baba replied, "When you pray, have my picture before you." "I have always the picture of Christ," she said.

"Keep looking at Christ's picture. It is the same."

With my father, Baba discussed cricket, ping pong. We did not know then how much Baba loved to watch good cricket, having been a keen cricketer himself in college days. Meredith had so stressed Baba's spiritual state that we felt in these early days a little awed and would have hesitated to suggest such an innocent recreation.

But Baba has said that Perfection, in order to achieve the greatest results on the material plane, must have the human touch and a keen sense of humor.

This human touch enables Baba to fathom deep into the mind and heart, to discover our likes, dislikes and hobbies and, if he wants to draw us to him spiritually, he utilizes one or the other of these actions as being the line of least resistance for our ultimate good.

For example, one of the group in the Meherabad Ashram in India loved horses. She had worked very capably at other jobs given her by Baba, but I think deep down was a longing to work with horses. What does Baba do? He has some of his Mandali enclose a large area on our hill with bamboo tattas where the horse can trot and be exercised. The old garage is turned into a stable. When all is ready, the horse is brought up the hill and duly handed over by Baba into I.'s complete charge. She is thrilled!