my effects. Opening the cover, there were the words, Baba - May 24, 1932. In a flash, another date May 24, 1952 came to my mind, the date the accident had occurred in Oklahoma when I was driving Baba and four of his close disciples. It had been a catas­trophic occurrence, yet, despite serious injuries, all eventually recovered.

"I do not know fully the meaning and deeper significance of the accident which happened twenty years to the day, May 24, but I do know that Baba knew then and now. Through the experience of sharing Baba's suffering to a degree, I feel my life, instead of being nearly cut off, was extended for a purpose. The gift of the little flower was grace from the Master to be treasured in the heart.

“The few incidences that I was privileged to witness in New York in 1932 gave me insight into some of Baba's ways of working. The moment of contact with Baba is a blending of past, present and future, continuous as life itself. Although the Spiritual Master comes for all humanity, he reveals himself to the individual."

Quentin Continues:

"We had a comfortable trip to Chicago and arrived there Friday evening the 27th of May. There we had to change trains and in between we had a drive all over the city, through the streets, and by the Lake Shore Drive where they had already begun to erect the buildings for the exhibition of 1933. On our arrival at the station, we were again met by reporters and Baba was photographed and interviewed again. Each time, Baba asked me to be near or stand near him when he was photographed, as he did not always wish to have Meredith with him. Both he and Mar­garet never lost a chance of flanking him, and fell over each other to prevent either of the Schloss's getting near him. I felt sorry for them after a time, and their efforts to prevent people getting near Baba were both futile and pathetic.

"We passed by way of Texas to California and the weather began to get warm. Before arriving we were all able to have shower baths on the train which was very refreshing after the heat and grime of the journey. We arrived at Pasadena on Sunday at 8 A.M. It was a glorious day.

"Baba put on a white suit and looked most radiant and happy. We were met by a large party of people headed by Mark Jones and his wife Priscilla. There was also his sister and her husband and a cousin of theirs, Celeste Domola, who became most devoted to Baba during this visit.

"Mark Jones was an old friend and acquaintance of Malcolm Schloss and it was at his house that we were to stay during the Hollywood visit. I was not drawn to either of them, but I was to Celeste Domola, a most charming and intelligent woman, very sympathetic. Having collected our mountain of luggage, we