I was amazed to discover that I could actually walk. Phyllis bathed me like a helpless invalid; the warm water somewhat revived me and I began to be able to help myself. Somehow I managed to shave, thinking all the while, does God shave? I became very thirsty and like the night before, drank glass after glass of water. But when we came to breakfast I could not eat. After that I waited like a condemned man for Adi to come, like the executioner, in his auto-mobile to take me away to my fate.

I cannot remember a word of the conversation during that last lap. When we drove into Meherazad I was paralyzed from head to foot and it was then as the car stopped and my door was opened, a miracle of the hand of God reached down, picked me up and set me on my feet face to face with Eruch. My stress was apparent to Eruch, who has seen, I am sure, cases as bad as mine or perhaps worse. He took me very gently by the hand and led me around to meet each of the mandali in turn. The worst was over, for this was Baba's abode in its profound and perfect humility and compassion, and these were my brothers, exalted to dust, lifted to the foot of the throne of God incarnate, come to stiffer for humanity in its ignorance and blindness and take on to himself the titanic burden of the world's sanskaras.

Eruch led me gently by the hand to show me the various buildings and grounds of Baba's abode. My agony of expectation had subsided to a kind of numb, dull spiritual ache. He pointed out to me certain trees, pulling a twig from one so that I might see the leaves. It was then that I had a momentary glimmer of a flash of ecstasy that was gone almost before it started, so that I could not be sure that it had ever come. Then it was time to go into Mandali Hall to meet the Messiah, author of myself, the indwelling essence of everything and nothing in human form—believe it or not—God himself; and my thinking stopped.

To embrace Baba is to embrace the ether itself. He kissed me on both cheeks and I lay my suffering at his feet, and in the twinkling of his eye I was at peace and at home on the carpet of my Father's house, stunned into happiness.

I sat at his right hand and Phyllis at his left, and brother Eruch sat directly before the Master to be his voice. He told me that he loved us both very much and that our goal should be to come to him in Reality, not just in illusion; and he told us that he would make it possible for us to achieve this, the ultimate, which is liberation from the paraphernalia of illusion (as Baba calls it) into the infinite life of conscious God.

All the while, when Baba was not using his hands to "speak," he would pat me on the back, for I sat very near him in his low chair. His chair is not a throne of glory; it is the seat of humility on earth and it is the very fountainhead of love for mankind and for all life.