asleep. It was Baba's help. We didn't know what happened or who hit us, until we became conscious again in the hospital. We found out gradually that my brother-in-law had passed away, also the lady and her two children. That is strange, because the two children were in the back seat at the beginning; later she asked that they move to the front seat, so they were all in the front. Nobody could not have believed that anybody could have died in that car, because it was in such excellent shape. I still don't know why or how this happened. The strange part is that nothing happened to my sister and me, who did say Baba's name.

Saying Baba's name is a habit for me. Wherever I want to go, I first remember Baba's name within myself, then I call his name out and thank God no misfortune has befallen me yet. He has really helped me in my life, and I believe in him. I believe in him to such an extent that I can say he is God.

There are a few more points. The period when my husband, the doctor, used to hypnotize people, was a very difficult period for me, because he had gotten into hypnotism as a habit. He was almost like an addict, who for example, smokes cigarettes. He was in the habit of saying "I want to hypnotize you," to whoever he would see: friends or relatives. He would start to hypnotize them, and he would ask them questions and things.

I was very unhappy for him, because sometimes in the middle of the night he would get up screaming. Then, he would say things or he would stare into the corner. He was not in his normal or natural state, I saw that he was in a very bad state. I was very unhappy, because of his unhappiness, until Baba sent him that telegram.

In that telegram, at the bottom, Baba had written to me that I should not worry, and that all of my troubles were at an end. It didn't take long before I saw that all these things, the business of hypnotism and all, went away. Before Baba's telegram, it was such that every Thursday night the doctor would invite some people to the house. They all knew that the doctor had this session, and they would hypnotize other people, or they would contact souls, by using table tapping. My husband had become addicted to this. He was in sad shape. Worst of all was when he would get up in the middle of the night in that weird and odd state. After I received that telegram, then everybody stopped coming to our house, naturally, the doctor also stopped hypnotizing people; all of a sudden, all of this was finished.

Another incident: For two or three years, the doctor had a terrible ache. His leg hurt terribly, from top to bottom. Well, he himself was a doctor, but the more he would take cures, the less he was helped. He went to Teheran and Shiraz. and showed it to specialists there. No matter whom he tried, he didn't get any results. We had to wrap and massage his leg everyday. He would tie a rope to the ceiling, and he would say that gave him some comfort. I continuously had to massage his leg. Whatever people suggested, we did. We saw that the doctors weren't able to do anything; none of the things they had suggested were effective.

Finally, I thought I might write a letter to Ali-Akbar to ask him what he thought was to be done, because the doctor was in pain, and the rest of us were also in pain, because of his pain. I wrote and asked him, if it were possible, to mention the problem to Baba so that he might help us in some way. I also wrote that, if he didn't see fit to do anything, well, that would be all right too. In answer, Ali-Akbar wrote to us that we shouldn't worry, it would be all right.

After a few days, one night the doctor dreamt of Baba, that Baba was very compassionate towards him. The next time he dreamt of Baba, he got up, and his leg was completely well. It is strange that his leg was cured all of a sudden, and it didn't hurt him anymore. That is all. Thank you. JAI BABA!