(Aug. 1952) Baba met people in the mornings and afternoons in room 46 of the Charing Cross Hotel. Besides his old British lovers, almost two hundred new seekers came into his contact, including Douglas and Mollie Eve and Fred Marks.
One woman’s reaction perhaps typifies all who met him:
At four o’clock we were ushered into the anteroom full of people who were waiting to see Baba or who had just met him. We did not have to wait, but were ushered in immediately. I went first, and my companion behind me. I entered the door and looked, and there was Baba in white, resting on the divan with many people around him. The minute I saw him, I received a shock, as if I had stepped on a live wire. It seemed to flash through every nerve in my body. There was no time to stop and ponder, as we had to move forward.
As soon as Baba saw us, he smiled such a heavenly smile. It is indescribable. All I can say is, no one ever looked at me with such love or smiled at me like that. He turned his head slightly to the side as if unable to contain his joy. Why should he have been so delighted to see us. Why me? These questions go round and round in your head for a long time after you meet him, as they are still doing in mine. This love that pours out is tangible, like a wave, but, unlike a wave, it pulls you like a magnet. Baba is all love, tangible love, and love beyond my poor brain to fathom. These moments are like eternities. Moments with Baba are all too short, but so many emotions and thoughts are crowded into them they extend into infinity.
We were told that Baba does not speak, but uses an alphabet board. I was under the impression that we would be allowed to walk in and past him quickly, as one would be allowed to look at the crown jewels, so I was totally unprepared to take the hand he extended to us, and I was wearing gloves! Baba dictated on his board, “I know them, but they do not know me.” (How true that was, when I look back now!) And then he said something else about our love for God and his love for God, and what we would do. But, by then, my head was swimming and I did not comprehend very much.
What a turmoil I was in. In the presence of Baba’s love, all inadequacies stand out like sore thumbs. In the presence of ordinary persons, one does not like to feel inadequate. But with Baba, it is different. No matter how foolish and awkward you seem to be, you love even that because you are with Baba. One must experience it to know it. Baba understands; Baba loves. That is all that matters.
Lord Meher, Original Publication, Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 11, pp. 3885 – 3886.