catch another glimpse of him, and at the same time Baba turned around and looked directly at her. She quickly looked away, not wanting him to think she was staring at him. Within a couple of seconds, though, she couldn't resist turning again, only to discover that as she turned Baba also turned again to look at her. This happened three times, Baba smiled and nodded to her each time. By then Jeanne began to realize how easily Baba knew her appraising thoughts and how readily he responded to her need. This was a rather startling discovery, and Jeanne thought, "Baba must really be something." Also, the impact of his love was beginning to reach way down into her being and uncover what was already latent there.

We had this contact and we were content. We had no expectation of seeing Baba again on that day, but we thought we would just sit there, and enjoy this wonderful feeling, we were on cloud nine anyway. So we sat there for several hours. After a while, we were joined by a little old lady. She had no appointment with Baba either, but she had hopes of seeing him and she had baked him a cake. Later, we found out from Elizabeth Patterson, who was with Baba in his room upstairs, that as the in terviews of the day were proceeding as scheduled, in the middle of the afternoon, Baba suddenly held up his hand and indicated, "No more in terviews." Then Baba held up his hand with three fingers extended, and motioning in the direction of the lower part of the hotel, said, "There are three people sitting in the lobby. Go down and bring them up here." So, Elizabeth went down to the lobby, looked around and saw us sitting there. "Oh, it is you three people. Well, Baba wants to see you right away", she said. We were overjoyed with the prospect of seeing Baba again and more intimately than the first time. We hurried to the elevator and up to Baba's suite.

This time, Baba was in the bedroom sitting on the far side of the bed. He wore an Indian sadra, a white dress-like Indian garment. His hair was beautiful, brownish wavy hair way down to his shoulders, and he had a flourishing mustache. I must say that one never uses the term 'beautiful' when describing a man, but this is the only term I can think of. His sheer physical beauty - I can't limit it to physical beauty - because of his spiritual radiation, his radiance, is a part of his beauty. It was something awe-inspiring. Jeanne said, later on, that she didn't see anyone else in the room although there were other people there. All she saw was Baba. In fact, I had to tell her that there were others in the room. She never realized it. This is how attractive Baba was, how magnetic, how beautiful. We came in and sat near him. The little old lady on Baba's right, Jeanne on his left, and I to the left of Jeanne. It wasn't long before this little old lady was really expressing her feelings for Baba, throwing her arms around him, exclaiming, "At last I've found you, my