Mysticism. Irene Conybeare, a follower of Baba, came there straight from India on her way back to England. I did some typing for her and saw Baba's picture on her dresser, asked about Him and she gave me Purdom's book The Perfect Master" to read. I had never heard of anyone like that and I was fascinated and overjoyed that so Christ-like a person lived today — I read until two in the morning. Before I went to sleep I asked Baba if I might please see Him that night since I knew we left our bodies at night if we wished. Apparently it was granted because I awoke (inwardly) standing under a huge tree — it was bright daytime there. Baba was across a little clearing squatting on His heels and a group of men were in a little semi-circle in front of Him. The moment I saw Him my heart nearly burst — My Krishna was back again - here in front of my eyes - I wanted to rush to Him and throw myself at His feet.
Now physically I was born in the west to an orthodox Christian family. I had never heard of the Lord Krishna ... but there I was all Hindu; I knew My Lord immediately and He was Krishna the Beloved. Apparently Baba knew I intended to rush out because he shook His head but gave me His own special loving smile and put His hand on His heart and a little golden stream of light flew from His heart to mine. It brought such bliss that I awoke immediately, still floating in that wonderful bliss. It was exactly 4:30 A.M. I just lay there until time to get up, stunned with the bliss and knowledge that My Own Lord was here, in this world, 0 joy incomparable!
For three days after I saw nothing but Baba's face everywhere; on the wall, on the floor, on the bushes and trees outside, on my typewriter as I worked; - everyone I saw had Baba's face, until I finally asked, "Baba, are you everywhere and in everything? "
After I had told Irene all this, she gave me Baba's address and I wrote and asked if I might become His pupil and in time received a reply that I might and that I was to study Baba's books and write once a month a sort of report, which I did until Baba went into the New Life phase and we were given other instructions at that time.
The outer meeting took place when Baba came to Myrtle Beach in 1952. I had been notified and given a day for my appointment. The magic day finally arrived and I was taken to the cottage where Baba met people.
I stepped in the door . . . and although I found out later Baba was lying on a sort of chaise lounge in the corner ... all I saw was the little boy Krishna, beautiful as an angel, seated in the lotus pose and floating over my head on a little pink cloud, brown curls bouncing, brown eyes flashing, sweet smile on his lovely face and little hands outstretched to me in love. So beautiful was He, so lovely, I sat