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CCCs
  – Billy Goodrum

Amartithi
  – Bruce Felknor

"You'll find Me in the garden"
  – Jenny Keating

'Heart Tires of Its Gaudy Dress' – Francis Brabazon
  – Buck Busfield

HOLLYWOOD
  – Billy Goodrum

Trust and Intimacy
  – Jenny Keating

Living with Baba
  – Bruce Felknor

When Words Fail . . . Just Use More Words
  – Buck Busfield

Suffering and Service
  – Juniper Lesnik

SPOILER ALERT
  – Billy Goodrum

The charm of His ways. . .
  – Jenny Keating

The Importance of Being Furnished
  – Bruce Felknor

It's Been Fun
  – Steve Klein

Let’s Talk about Love
  – Juniper Lesnik

Cannes
  – Billy Goodrum

In the world but not of it . . .
  – Jenny Keating

Give Me Your Imperfections
  – Wendy Connor

Children of the One God
  – Bruce Felknor

As the Poet Says
  – Steve Klein

Happy Endings
  – Jenny Keating

Thoughts on Furniture
  – Billy Goodrum

Going Home
  – Juniper Lesnik

A Tale of Two Connections
  – Bruce Felknor

The Flowering Seed
  – Wendy Connor

Baby Steps
  – Steve Klein

Patience
  – Jenny Keating

Hold On!
  – Juniper Lesnik

Waiting for the New Humanity
  – Billy Goodrum

Remembering
  – Bruce Felknor

The Beloved's Beloved
  – Wendy Connor

Compare and Contrast
  – Steve Klein

It's in the struggle . . .
  – Jenny Keating

Time
  – Juniper Lesnik

The Tipping Point
  – Billy Goodrum

Learning Poise
  – Bruce Felknor

When "Good Enough" Isn't
  – Steve Klein

Conflict and Joy
  – Jenny Keating

Sleepless in San Jose
  – Juniper Lesnik

Vacation Incarnation
  – Steve Klein

Nerve Endings of the Soul
  – Jenny Keating

"Let the World Wait"
  – Wendy Connor

Religion vs Spirituality
  – Steve Klein

The Bigger Challenge
  – Wendy Connor

Que Sera Sera
  – Steve Klein

To Be Honest
  – Juniper Lesnik

Praise and Blame
  – Steve Klein

Being Right
  – Steve Klein

To Love God is To Love Our Fellow Beings
  – Juniper Lesnik

God is Alive in the World
  – Wendy Connor

Determined to Be His
  – Steve Klein

The Stuff We're Made Of
  – Juniper Lesnik

"I Will Always Be With You": Memories of the East West Gathering
  – Wendy Connor

Half Full or Half Empty?
  – Steve Klein

Love The One You're With
  – Steve Klein

Ordinary Life
  – Juniper Lesnik

Baba Loved Us Too
  – Wendy Connor

Feeling His Love
  – Steve Klein

He is both Father and Mother
  – Juniper Lesnik

A Leap of Faith
  – Wendy Connor

Becoming His
  – Steve Klein

Don't Worry, Be Happy
  – Juniper Lesnik

A Life Worth Living
  – Wendy Connor

Love The One You're With
  – Steve Klein

What a Mighty Beloved our Beloved is
  – Wendy Connor

To thine own self be true?
  – Steve Klein

The Sweets of His Love
  – Wendy Connor

Sickness and Health
  – Juniper Lesnik

Giving Advice
  – Steve Klein

"Garlic-Faced"
  – Wendy Connor

To Love and Be Loved
  – Juniper Lesnik

Talking About The Truth
  – Steve Klein

The Script was Written Long Ago
  – Wendy Connor

Excuse Me, Which Way to God?
  – Steve Klein

Letting Go
  – Juniper Lesnik

The Mosquitoes are Bad Today
  – Wendy Connor

What If A Teaching Moment Never Comes?
  – Steve Klein

Beads On One String
  – Juniper Lesnik

Youth Sahavas '07
  – Wendy Connor

Stop, You're Both Right!
  – Steve Klein

God, Please Give me a Job
  – Juniper Lesnik

"It Just Passes More Quickly"
  – Wendy Connor

Multiple Meher Babas
  – Steve Klein

Winking Back
  – Juniper Lesnik

The Treasure Within
  – Wendy Connor

Holding On, But Losing One's Grip
  – Steve Klein

1969
  – Ann Conlon

Obedience
  – Ann Conlon

Meher Center – The Way It Was
  – Ann Conlon

Armageddon, Anyone?
  – Ann Conlon

What Does Baba Want Me to Do?
  – Ann Conlon

Baba's 'Things'
  – Ann Conlon

What Does THAT Mean?
  – Ann Conlon

The Way It Was – Meherabad
  – Ann Conlon

Broken Heads
  – Ann Conlon

Doing "Baba Work"
  – Ann Conlon

On Being Ill
  – Ann Conlon

Enid
  – Ann Conlon

To Each His Own
  – Ann Conlon

Meherjee
  – Ann Conlon

Youth Sahavas
  – Ann Conlon

Kitty
  – Ann Conlon

The Lonely Path
  – Ann Conlon

Isn't He Enough?
  – Ann Conlon

He Said What?
  – Ann Conlon

Goher
  – Ann Conlon

Taking a Dare
  – Ann Conlon

Seeking Suffering
  – Ann Conlon

Dreams
  – Ann Conlon

Amartithi
  – Ann Conlon

Margaret
  – Ann Conlon

"The Disciple"
  – Ann Conlon

I Wonder ...
  – Ann Conlon

Backbiting, etc.
  – Ann Conlon

Hearing His Name
  – Ann Conlon

Rites, Rituals and Ceremonies
  – Ann Conlon

"Baba's Group"
  – Ann Conlon

His Promise
  – Ann Conlon

Then and Now
  – Ann Conlon

Middlemen Revisited
  – Ann Conlon

Padri
  – Ann Conlon

Gateway Days
  – Ann Conlon

The New Life
  – Ann Conlon

Books, Books and More Books
  – Ann Conlon

Elizabeth Patterson
  – Ann Conlon

His "Last Warning"
  – Ann Conlon

Detachment
  – Ann Conlon

Is That A Religion Coming?
  – Ann Conlon

Manifestation: Did He Or Didn't He?
  – Ann Conlon

A Country of Our Own?
  – Ann Conlon

Remembering Mohammed
  – Ann Conlon

Advice (Sort-Of) for Newcomers
  – Ann Conlon

You're a Baba Lover If...
  – Ann Conlon

Real Happiness
  – Ann Conlon

Baba Lover, Baba Follower or Both?
  – Ann Conlon

Meherazad – The Way It Was
  – Ann Conlon

The Strongest Memories
  – Ann Conlon

All (Baba) Things Considered

Children of the One God

I grew-up in Armonk, New York – a small town about 45 minutes north of New York City, adjacent to Greenwich, Connecticut. In the 1950’s (well before I.B.M. established its world headquarters there), Armonk was chock-full of émigrés from New York City, all of whom were seeking a more livable existence, removed from the urban hub-bub, but close enough to commute to the city for work. My parents were two such people.

Along with many others, they became deeply involved in civic activities ranging from the overhaul and expansion of the school system to actively participating in a thriving community theater. Many of these activities were public in nature and, as such, required either publicity or public notice.

At that time, the most widely distributed newspaper serving the area was the Patent Trader, which had an office in Mt. Kisco, NY. My parents would frequently go there in order to submit press releases related to these activities, and I would go with them. I was a child then, but I have vivid memories of these trips and of my parents’ animated interactions with the person at the newspaper who handled these press releases. And that person was none other than Ann Conlon, the wonderful, original All (Baba) Things Considered columnist.

So frequent were the meetings that hers was a household name in our family. It is especially wonderful for me to remember these contacts because it was during these years that Ann made her first trip to India to meet Meher Baba.

About 20 years later, I came to Baba during a trip to Europe, which concluded with my first visit to Meher Center in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, in January 1980. Ann was working at the Gateway; she was of immediate stature to me, with a deep smoky voice and was not what you would call a shrinking violet. I was on a Baba “high” at the time, experiencing one amazing coincidence after another and Ann seemed familiar to me . . . but in a vague sort of way.

However, I was struck with wonder when she asked me, “Are you Bruce Felknor’s son, from Armonk?” and then recollected that, when I was a small boy I would visit her office in New York with my parents. She remembered me and especially wanted to know how my parents were doing. They had had a mutual fondness and I remember that Ann made a remark that characterized my dad very well. She gave me a hearty “Jai Baba!” and a great hug.

This made me feel that Baba had mapped it out years before and that it was a matter of destiny -- that he had done the work enabling us all to be linked with him forever and to each other. (Baba spoke about this in a Circular Letter issued on October 8, 1954 [see: http://www.theawakenermagazine.org/avol21/av21n02/av21n02p01.htm] which was prompted by the heartrending outcry of his lovers over Baba’s statements about his impending physical demise. [see: The Final Declaration http://www.ambppct.org/messages.php#final])

In the circular, he said:

There is no reason at all for any of you to worry. Baba was, Baba is, and Baba will also be eternally existent. Severance of external relations does not mean the termination of internal links. It was only for establishing the internal connection that external contacts had been maintained till now. The time has now come for being bound in the chain of internal connections. Hence, external contact is no longer necessary. It is possible to establish the internal link by obeying Baba's orders. I give you all My blessings for strengthening these internal links.

I am always with you and I am not away from you. I was, am, and will also be eternally with you and it is for promoting this realization that I have severed external contact. This will enable all persons to realize Truth by being bound to each other with internal links.

Oh My lovers! I love you all. It is only because of My love for My creation that I have descended on earth. Let not your hearts be torn asunder by My declarations concerning the dropping of My body. On the contrary, accept My Divine Will cheerfully. You can never escape from Me. Even if you try to escape from Me, it is not possible to get rid of Me. Therefore, have courage and be brave.

The fulfillment of his words – his work – has become the essence of our lives with him.

A few years later, in 1983, I was in India at the same time as Ann. It was a long-ish visit – about six weeks; In those days, that was plenty of time to enter fully into the experience of “western stuff deprivation” – and we had both long since run out of American cigarettes. Now, there’s nothing wrong with the occasional Gold Flake or Charminar (Indian cigarette brands), followed by a Thumbs Up! cola, but if you’re accustomed to a fine blend of Virginia tobaccos and that syrupy pride of the South, Coca-Cola, you don’t like to make a regular habit of them.

Ann and I then traveled from India together aboard a British Airways 747. In 1983 it was still slightly startling to board the 747 in Bombay, which in its way was heralding one’s imminent reunion with the fully modern age. Our first stop was in Dubai, UAE, where the airport was a brand-new, sparkling jewel in the middle of the desert. We wasted no time entering the terminal and finding a café, where we each purchased a pack of American-made Marlboro cigarettes and a Coca-Cola and raised our glasses in toast to our beloved Meher Baba.

We savored the moment; and these mundane enjoyments were suffused with the shared experience of being connected to Baba and each other, children of the one God.