MY MASTER, AT LAST I'VE FOUND YOU

 
After waiting a few minutes in the living room of Baba's suite, we were told that we could go in to see Baba, who was receiving people in his bedroom. As we entered the room, we saw him sitting on the far side of the bed. This time he looked completely different.

His long, dark hair was hanging down to his shoulders; he wore a long, white Indian sadra and had sandals on his feet. Norina stood nearby, and Chanji was there to read Baba's alphabet board. Baba looked very beautiful, and he greeted us with a smile and motioned for us to sit beside him on the bed.

Bessie Allen sat on Baba's right, and Jeanne sat on the left side of Baba, with me sitting next to her. Such close proximity to Baba was too much for Bessie, and she threw her arms around him and exuberantly exclaimed, "My Master, at last I've found you!"

Meantime, Jeanne started to weep uncontrollably. She became quite distressed about this, thinking that this was spoiling our time with Baba. Baba quickly responded to her dilemma by disengaging Bessie's arms and then reaching over with his right hand and placing it on Jeanne's left wrist. Immediately, Jeanne's tears stopped, as if (as she described later) a water tap had been turned off, and she became calm and poised.

While still holding Jeanne's wrist, Baba looked past her and into my eyes. He went to work right away: I felt that he was looking over my inner consciousness and at the same time planting seeds for future work that I would be doing for him.