roses, pink and white ones with their buds and many other flowers  There were old-fashioned nosegays, and certain devotees and children brought long-stemmed single blooms and offered them to the Master.

"Baba's mandali were beside Him. From the right, certain of the faithful came in from time to time. Darwin Shaw was there and brought me to Baba. To my eyes, there was light around Him. I took out the fragment of quartz Darwin had brought me from India, which Baba had held in His hands and which I worshipfully carried, as always, in my handbag, and asked that Baba should once again charge the little sparkling stone. Baba smiled and took the stone in both hands, pressing His fingers together over it and then gave it back to me. I felt His blessing and the lift of my consciousness to a point where my body could scarcely bear the tension.

"Out in the anteroom people spoke of Him with hushed voices. There were the old, the mature, the young, white, black and brown; there were small children. Those that had appointments were waiting for their interviews. Others who did not have appointments were eagerly picking up scraps of information about Baba. Among those waiting to see Baba was an expectant mother who wanted Baba to bless the child she was to bring into incarnation. The members of the committee at the table by the door, were continuously busy directing the line of visitors . . . others who had been with Baba many years moved in and out like ministers of grace guiding and helping those that were finding Him in the flesh for the first time.

"Men and women stood in the hall outside the audience room all day waiting for a glimpse of Baba when He walked to the elevator to go to His private rooms on an upper floor. There was no sign of fatigue on their faces, only expressions of great joy and gratitude for even a glimpse of the Beloved. Even during His brief progress to the elevator Baba seemed to be gathering the joys, the sorrows, the aspirations of each and everyone and charging them with the benediction of His Love. One woman, a stranger, said 'You have never loved until you found Baba.' I agreed. All the loves of our human lives are but tiny blades of grass under the towering tree of His Divine Love."

As always, Baba's whole attention was focused on the individual before