"After giving me some personal instructions of what he wanted me to do, Baba looked deep into my heart before enjoining on me the simple command, 'Leave everything to me—leave it to me.' So simple, but oh, how difficult . . . Yet I felt a great burden lifted from my heart which until that moment I'd been unaware of even carrying. I knew then what it was to be at peace with one's self. Finally, Baba introduced me to Mrs. Patterson and told me I was to remain at Myrtle Beach as his guest, explaining that Mrs. Patterson would make all arrangements concerning my stay, etc. and then to return to New York."

Barbara Mahon, another who met Baba for the first time that day tells her story, revealing another aspect of Baba's universality. Quoting: "Sometime in the very early months of 1952 Margaret stopped me at the close of a ballet class to tell me that Baba was planning a visit to the U.S. This was news indeed! I had been interested in Baba for some time (two years); at first 'on the sly' without letting Margaret know but hearing much about Baba through a boy who ridiculed Baba, and another boy, Paul Keyes, who loved him, and finally persuaded me to speak to Margaret about Baba. Margaret had given me some simple tasks to perform for him and many books to read and had shown me pictures and told me much about life in India with Baba.

"Just before leaving for Myrtle Beach I paid a visit to Margaret to see if there were any last minute instructions and she told me that it was only fair to tell me that Baba was seeing people two months later in New York, with a trip to California intervening, if I wished for financial reasons to postpone seeing him. But I felt it was too risky since Baba was very prone to change plans, and Margaret then told me she was prepared to lend me the money for the Myrtle Beach trip, whereupon I told her of the 'miracle' of the kindly loan company.

"I caught a Florida express bus very late at night and it was indeed an express. Every change of bus was a very quick affair. There were no rest stops so I rode for about twenty hours without a break. When I arrived at Myrtle Beach I was faint with hunger, rushed to the hotel where a supper and huge double room which I occupied alone were ready. I went to my room and remember lying across the bed much of the night too excited to sleep, looking out on an amusement park, seeing the lights and hearing the music.