talks given to diverse audiences all over the world, and the relatively massive distribution of anti-LSD literature. It is no exaggeration to estimate that hundreds of thousands of people have already read or heard of Baba's views on drugs. Again, a conservative guess would be that a few million people, in the USA alone, have read or heard Baba's Name as a direct or indirect result of the LSD campaign. In selected portions of the drug-taking world, Baba's Name has become very familiar ... even to the point of humor; for example, this poster in a Berkeley campus bookshop: "Who Will Win - Meher Baba or LSD?"

The tangible fruits of the effort are those individuals who have discontinued their use of the drugs as a consequence of Baba's challenge to stop toying with the deceptive shadows of illusion and to start trying to love God.

The whole project has been characterized by the phenomenon of doors being opened where opportunities seemed non-existent. For example, of the hundreds of diverse letters submitted to editors of magazines such as Time, Newsweek, and the Saturday Evening Post after the publication of their articles on LSD, our letters were printed, containing paragraphs of Baba-inspired truth.

Also, various radio and TV stations, ordinarily suspicious and ultra-selective, suddenly seemed enchanted with the idea of ex-LSD users appearing on major programs. Indeed, time and time again, our wildest fantasies were being implemented, almost without opposition. The growing conviction that Baba was behind us in very practical ways boosted our confidence that even more doors would open. And they did.

From this vantage point at least, the summation of the improbable, connected with our continuing task approaches the miraculous. The series of opportune "coincidences", the complexly helpful personal contacts, might take hundreds of pages to describe. In this article, I'd like to offer but two anecdotes which may serve to illustrate Baba's mastery of the situation, and his benevolent violation of statistical probability.

The Door Prize

The scene opens in the autumn of 1965, a few months before Baba was known to have touched off the LSD campaign in earnest. One crisp evening I drove into Boston to attend a showing of some unusual motion pictures, entitled "Prophecies of Nostradamus" and "Cosmic Consciousness." (After all, how could I resist the opportunity of seeing Cosmic Consciousness on the screen?) As I and my date ambled in, we were confronted by a table which held blank slips for a door prize. We filled in our names inattentively, conversing about extraneous things. Suddenly, without warning, I became aware of an unmistakable feeling that we were going to win that door prize.