that every word in them has its place through Baba's design; and when one does try and amend even a sentence to avoid some Indianised colloquial phrase, into other English, it loses something of its power, that ring, which all of Baba's words have inherently. As we see them, each discourse leads one to the same goal, GOD, from different starting points and outlook, designed to meet the various ways people with different outlook have to approach the search for the meaning of life. Though the same thoughts recur sometimes, they are in different contexts and connections, very often, which emphasizes their application and meaning afresh, a valuable aid to understanding them without the artificial stimulus of being told in so many words that they are important, perhaps. The explanations of such subjects of Nirvana, Nirvikalpa Samadhi and Maya are of course quite unique, and everywhere one can see clearly that here is someone who knows and writes from experience, not only as a Perfect Master, but knows what ordinary people like oneself feel and need to have illustrated and explained."

To grasp the versatility of Will's reading and knowledge, one should read the Meher Baba Journals, 1938-1941. Whether speaking of St. Theresa, St. Francis, the Ramayana or the Odyssey, or the story of King Arthur and his bards, Will would always find Baba in them all, recalling to my mind Baba's words, "I am in all art, literature, music . . ."

In all this work, Will was helped by Mary, perhaps the more intuitive and sensitive. Theirs was indeed a most harmonious union—or trinity—for Baba was ever present with them. One pictures Will with his books and Mary with her love of home, garden, baking homemade bread and spinning yarn, and on her large loom weaving material for dresses and scarves, predominantly in madonna blue. There was in Mary a touch of gentleness, purity and humility. She had a happy disposition with quiet humor and an independent mind. I never recall seeing her angry, petty or unkind.

I will relate a little story in reference to Mary. It was during Baba's second visit to London, about 1933, when we and also some of the Americans were staying with him at Hygeia House. Baba called Mary to him one morning and said he would like to visit her home in the country at Sevenoaks, Kent, 20 miles outside London. Mary was in seventh heaven— she visualized Baba with a few of his Eastern disciples visiting her abode.

Shortly after, Mary was called again to Baba and he said—"We will all come for tea at your home tomorrow"—22 in all! From elation Mary became all in a dither, thinking of their one small sitting room—three or four chairs, and few cups and saucers. Now she stood there visualizing