that their love for Him came from His love for them. Eruch, in his soft, deep-pitched voice, translated the Master's "gesture message":

"I am very happy to meet you all today. I give My love to you all. I know that you all love Me. It is because of My love for you that you love Me. If you can love Me more and more, then there will be a day when you will realize Me as I am. I am not this physical form. I am the Ocean—the unlimited Ocean of Love. Try to love Me more and more and you will know Me."

It was then announced that the individual interviews would begin and each one would see Baba separately. While the group returned to the reception room, Baba turned to tease one of His old disciples, saying, "All have learned to love Baba except yourself."

She replied: "Except me? But Baba, you're my teacher. You haven't taught me. You ought to teach me!"

Baba gave her a look of love and gestured: "I love you very much."

The first persons to be introduced to Baba that day were His publishers, Mr. Bond, vice-president, and Mr. Phelps Platt, of Dodd, Mead and Co., which brought out "God Speaks." They were both greatly impressed by Baba.

One by one, or in small groups, the people now came in to meet the Master. Each one was introduced to Baba with a few descriptive words which Baba always likes to hear. His radiant smile as each new soul entered the room, His warm embrace or extended hand, His compassionate interest in each and every individual's problems, which He knew without words or explanations, and His parting "prasad" of a grape to each one as they left, made an indelible impression on those fortunate to be in the same room. Above all, His silent, wordless communication of love from heart to heart, proved again and again, if proof were needed, that here indeed was the living embodiment of Love Divine. The flash of recognition in the heart, that pulse of Love, seemed almost visible as it jumped from Soul to soul, from the free Shivatman to the Jivatman* in bondage. Love indeed can be silent and yet transform the world to its image.

Jeanne Foster has written about these New York "darshan days:"

"No one could forget Baba sitting on the chaise lounge, radiant in white and a pink coat. Flowers in tall vases perfumed the air. Two large sprays of yellow roses had been brought in. There were attar-sweet red

*Shivatman―God-realized Soul; Jivatman, soul still in bondage.