Master", and so forth. And poor Jeanne, this is what she wanted to do, but she couldn't. In her frustration she began to weep, and it became a regular torrent which she couldn't stop. She thought, “This is a terrible situation, here I am with Baba, the most precious moment of my life, and I'm spoiling it with these tears". Of course Baba, who is instantly conscious of everyone's thoughts and feelings, immediately disengaged himself from this other lady and simply placed one of his hands on Jeanne's wrist. It was like turning off a faucet. Jeanne became very calm, serene and happy, now able to fully appreciate the few moments we were there with Baba. Following that, Baba looked past her and into my eyes. He looked so deeply, it seemed as though he were moving things aside, so that he could see back and back, and I knew that he saw me through and through. The wonderful thing about Baba is that no matter what you are, what you have been, what you have not been, he loves you, steadfastly, eternally.

He said, "I have always been helping you". He realized that we did not come with intellectual questions. We came only to love him and to surrender to him. He was happy with our attitude and we were supremely happy to be with him. We had no appointment to be with him the day after, but Baba made an appointment for us.

On the following day after our first interview with Baba, a semi-public reception was held in Greenwich Village at the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. G. Phelps Stokes. Several hundred people came to see Baba. The library was used as a waiting room, and Baba was seated in a little room off the library balcony. Each time a person would go in to see Baba the door would, of course, be opened and many of those sitting out in the library could see Baba. We went in when our turn came and received a beautiful embrace from Baba. This time, in addition to his indescribable love, I felt some inkling of his power. Unlike the others who after their contact with Baba, quietly left, we, who were so greedy for his love discovered some seats in the back end of the library which weren't being used, so we sat there for about two hours. Every time that door was opened we saw Baba and his radiant, beautiful love. Believe me, by the time the individual contacts with Baba were concluded, we were literally intoxicated with his Love, we were swimming in it. Baba came out of the little room after the others had left, and as he walked down the stairs he smiled lovingly at us. He apparently didn't mind our staying there so long and absorbing so much of him.

This is the way it was and has been to this day, that we wouldn't miss a single chance to be near him, to catch a glimpse of him, a loving glance from his eyes. Every motion of his, every gesture of his hand, every nod of his head, every movement is like a wave of love, pure beautiful love.

The following day we went to see Baba at the hotel again. This time he was sitting on a sofa in the living room. There were four of us. On that afternoon we