this unfolding. As time passes I believe that this Darshan in which the Master is not physically present, will be seen as the foundation of Baba's ultimate manifestation. This recent Darshan has become for me an affirmation of my original Darshan.

This Darshan from which we have returned was truly the wedding feast prepared for us in the tenderness of His love. And when we came we all asked ourselves, where has the lovely bridegroom gone? And our hearts sang back, "He has gone everywhere in order to truly be where He really is and always was, to be where He continually told us He is." Baba says, "I am everywhere and in everything and I am also beyond everywhere and beyond everything." Now we must strive to see our Beloved Baba as He really is, which is to bear witness in the temple of our hearts to the True Face of Almighty God.

As I looked around me on the Air India flight and saw one hundred and fifty-six faces, beaming Eastward, I knew that we were at last on our homeward way, winging to a land where Love took birth and where Love had walked and worked and suffered and sacrificed Himself for the sake of Himself as the One Self in all. Seeing this band of travelers seated three abreast on the right and three abreast on the left, I saw that we were a most unusual assortment of people. Here we were drawn from every phase of contemporary life, thought, and tradition, with nothing in common but one thing, one thing having the intensity to wipe away all differences engrained in the skins of our separate selves; that thing is Love for Baba.

One might think that when God comes in the form of a man to assert His creative wish above and beyond His Infinite will that He might collect His faithful servants from the offices of religion forged to keep alive the name of God, or perhaps from the philosophers, thinkers, and wise theologians; or from the inspired, the dedicated ones who give their lives for the general and gradual improvement of humanity. But He does not seem to collect His people from any of these ranks, for the Avatar hunts out and gathers His precious ones, those who would willingly lay down their lives at His feet; and leaves the lofty ones alone to go on doing God's work. But the lowly ones, the meek, the aimless, the poor in spirit He gathers to His chest. These were the ones who were now speeding across the world to keep an appointment with God.

When I met Meher Baba in 1965, He said to the mandali, "Lyn is very fortunate because he does not see so much of illusion with his eyes," and that this would help me to draw closer to ultimately experiencing that which is not of illusion but which is Real and unfading. All experiences in illusion are but impressions of the mind; or simply as we say: seeing is believing.

Once before I had flown across three oceans to scale the garden wall of Meher Baba's seclusion and be seated at the feet of my Beloved. That time we had gone alone, Phyllis and I, risking everything for a moment of His tenderness. Now it was different; we were not mysterious travelers headed for a secret rendezvous, for every other passenger was our intimate brother or sister whose aim and goal was identical with ours—to be with the Beloved. But how will I tell you about this sahavas in India, when throughout our visit my physical eyesight became exceptionally weak and diminished to the point that I became virtually sightless?

When I was introduced to Baba's closest woman disciple, (the one whom Baba said He loved more than anyone in the world) and as I stood before her, she remained totally invisible to my eyes as if she were not there at all. People told me that I met her; that is how I know. It is as Baba wanted, for I am told that Phyllis' face is much like the face of this beloved disciple whom I could not see. Yet Phyllis' face I know so well and see best of all faces.

Baba says, "I will not heal the blind but I will make people blind to illusion and see God." So while I was in India, my eyesight was so poor that I could only see shadows and lights going to and fro. Now that I have returned home, I see quite well again, but in India I could see neither faces, nor places; neither visions nor dreams, but I could see clearly all the while within my heart that God exists