"I met Shri Meher Baba for the first time on a Saturday night at a performance of the play 'White Horse Inn' at the Coliseum about the 26th of September, 1931. In the box were Baba, three of the Indian disciples, Rustom, Ali, and Chanji, Desmond and Kim Tolhurst, Margaret Craske and Meredith Starr.
"However, about 6 P.M. on Saturday, Margaret Craske (whom I had met at East Challacombe) rang me up and asked me to come along as a surprise for Baba. I sat next to Baba, but he took very little notice of me, — I was shy and nervous at first — I felt as if someone had taken a hammer and knocked me on the head. I hardly looked at him, — I heard people talking but felt dazed and far away; at the end I put out my hand and took his and looked mutely at him. He nodded his head and Meredith said I was to come the next day to Russell Road. During that week I went about like one in a dream — I was stunned with the wonder of Baba. Nothing else existed for me. I saw him every day and from then on I had absolute and implicit trust and faith in him — I asked no questions, I wanted nothing from him. I loved him as Jesus was loved by his disciples, and therefore I gave my life into his keeping and knew that my search was at an end.
"I took my mother, my brother Jack and my younger sister to see him. They were very impressed, but my sister felt especially drawn and also became one of his followers. When Baba left for Turkey, Margaret Starr and I went with him as far as Dover — he took Meredith Starr with him. It was not until December 12th that I saw Baba again. I went over to Paris with Margaret Starr, Margaret Craske, Zilla, Kitty Davy, Kim Tolhurst and little John Cousins (Margaret Starr returned to London two days later with Meredith). The rest of us spent a week with him before he left for India December 18th. We were all very happy; Baba played games with us and took us sightseeing and several times to the cinema. We were like happy children and were so glad to find he had such a wonderful sense of humor."
Recently, I came cross the following written by Delia on Christmas Day, 1942 in the third year of the Second World War — ten years after her first meeting with Baba — which appeared in the Meher Journal 1942.
". . . If we look, we can find him at the center and core of our being and when we have found him we know there is no other. If we let him, he will teach us, guide us and show us how to live more fully and truly.
"It is the reason and purpose of our lives to find the Divine within us and to merge with that divinity. Baba, being one with the source of all,