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Silence on Silence Day
  – Jenny Keating

Burned by Beauty
  – Buck Busfield

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

The Way It Was – Meherabad
  – Ann Conlon

What Does THAT Mean?
  – Ann Conlon

Doing "Baba Work"
  – Ann Conlon

Broken Heads
  – Ann Conlon

Enid
  – Ann Conlon

On Being Ill
  – 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

Remembering Mohammed

There is a very large hole in the scene at Meherabad now. Mohammed the mast has finally finished his journey and gone home to his Beloved Meher Baba.

Mohammed died June 17, 2003, a few days after a stroke. It is thought he was about 95 years old. The news of his death went out around the world very quickly, and I was surprised at my own reaction. My heart sank, even though I know his own joy must be boundless. He waited a long time for that union.

I have such wonderful memories of Mohammed, most of them from the early 1970s when I spent months in India. But I saw him for the first time in 1962 when Baba sent us up to Meherabad and Meherazad after the East West Gathering. Mohammed came out on the veranda and looked, with simple and telling dignity, at a mob of Westerners standing below him and waving offerings of candy at him.

It seemed to me that he wore that dignity like a mantle and it was almost always there, along with incredible charm and yes, humor, although occasionally broken by what appeared to be a bad mood. At those times, you were well advised to give him a wide berth.

Early in the 1970s, a friend and I were patching and painting the Rahuri cabin at Meherabad, and Padri was kind enough to provide us with lunch. One day, I was up on a ladder painting near the roof line when we were called to lunch. We were a bit slow responding and I heard a grunt behind me. I turned to see Mohammed standing on the veranda looking at us, scowling, with his arm outstretched and pointing at Padri's kitchen. I didn't climb down the ladder, I slid down and ran for the kitchen. Padri and the cook were laughing out loud and I looked back to see Mohammed grinning from ear to ear.

Mohammed had varying responses to visitors. Sometimes, he sat quietly on his bed totally ignoring visitors. Sometimes he acknowledged visitors briefly. One time, when a young man approached him, Mohammed indicated he wanted his visitor to hold out his hands, palms up. The visitor did so and Mohammed made him stand there immobile for a long time. I think it was probably the longest period of stillness for that young man in his lifetime.

Everyone must be familiar with the "True Love" poster which uses one of a set of three photos of Baba hugging a young Mohammed. The first photo shows a very morose Mohammed, but in the third photo (the one used on the poster) he is smiling blissfully.

Mohammed had some favorite things, one of them a ball of string he had made from bits and pieces found around the compound. One day, a friend and I were sitting on the edge of the veranda near the main hall where Mohammed lived. He quietly appeared, walked up to my friend and dropped in front of her an orange and his ball of string. Precious gifts, indeed, and something I don't believe he did very often. My friend picked up the string and thanked Mohammed. Then we looked at each other and decided we better eat that orange right away. Mohammed looked rather pleased at the whole exchange.

Mohammed spent nearly all his time since 1936 in Baba's ashram. He was one of the most beloved of what Baba called his "children." I remember vividly the explanation Padri once gave of what life was like for Mohammed. "Can you imagine what it's like for him?" Padri said. "He's standing on the edge of a deep abyss, able to see the brilliant light of the Goal on the other side. But he can't cross that abyss on his own. So he stands there and waits and waits and waits." On June 17, I hope that Meher Baba stretched out his hand and pulled Mohammed across that abyss to the other side.