as a rosy dawn broke. The road was almost deserted and the fields were heavy with mist. In about two hours we arrived at Wilmington airport. Everyone lined up close to Baba's car. He embraced one person and gestured to say, "Don't tell anyone you embraced me this morning!"

In the airport we crowded about him as he was seated in a canvas chair. He asked one and another how they slept, or how they were returning home. To one or two with mournful faces he signaled to smile and be cheerful. He joked again with Ben Hayman and Mickey Florsheim. Mickey said, "At 3 a.m., this morning, Ben blew the whistle on me!" Baba called for Ned Foote and those in his car several times. They were late." Anita was with them. She explained to Baba why they were late. Baba said to us, "I am in you all. But I only can enter your heart when you have driven out everything else." Again he said, "I am God. I am in you all. But I feel shy, l do not enter your heart if I find there the slightest impurity."

When Anita asked him how long he had been there in the station, he said, "Since eternity! I never come and I never go. I am present everywhere. Isn't it wonderful that I never leave?"

At one point, Baba significantly tapped his right leg, then his left, then his right again. His fingers "worked" also. He kissed little Tara, also B.B.B., and said to each, "Don't tell anyone that you embraced me today!" Ever-thoughtful, he signaled for chairs for Ruth White and Filis. Near the end he embraced Kitty Davy and Elizabeth Patterson, our two sahavas hostesses who had done so much to make our stay delightful; also Frank Eaton, the Center's caretaker. Otherwise he signaled for us not to embrace him. Then it was 9:30 and time for him to enter the plane. A wheelchair was brought and the Divine Beloved sat in it, as all crowded around him, reaching out to touch him once again, As he moved out the door, we all cried, "Avatar Meher Baba, ki jai!" We followed slowly behind him. Then Baba, in his pink jacket, white sadra and sandals, walked slowly up the stairs into the plane unaided, then turned and waved goodbye. We sighted him an instant later at one of the windows. Lovingly he continued to wave at us until the plane taxied into the pine-wooded runway, then it took off into the sky and disappeared, carrying the Avatar towards his next sahavas with his lovers in Australia.

Lud Dimpfl continues the story: