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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

CCCs

My wife, Pamela, who I consider to be much more spiritual than me, recently mentioned that she was going to be on the lookout for CCCs. Clueless, I asked her what a “CCC” was. She explained that it was an expression Bal Natu had used to describe coincidences. Baba coincidences. Because the word coincidence has three Cs in it. Little things or big things that happened by chance, although I’m under the impression that Bal didn’t consider any of these CCCs to be trivial and found meaning and amusement in even the smallest incidents of synchronicity connected to Baba. Sometimes, too, it was “See, See, See” when Bal might be pointing out one of these amusing incidences.

A couple of days later I received an e-mail from a lawyer that was attempting to track down heirs to an estate and asked if Pamela Wolfe was my wife. I answered in the affirmative and he said he would be sending a check by registered mail. It wasn’t much, he warned, because the deceased had spread his money among hundreds of people. This prompted us to do a little research on this mysterious side of Pamela’s family, where we discovered, among other things, that her great, great, great-grandfather designed and built the Brooklyn Bridge and that she is a fairly recent (1919!) descendant of a European royal family. I began addressing her as “your majesty.” But this isn’t the CCC.

Around this time, Pamela started going through boxes of old journals. She’s always been a prolific writer. She has a lot of them from all stages of her life. Going through them she realized she wanted to have a different relationship with her writing, so she made a lunch date with her writing friend, Annie Fahy Lawn, to discuss it. Before she left to go to lunch, another friend, unaware of Pamela’s search for a new relationship with her writing, called out of the blue to tell her about a memoir writing workshop that she was going to take and was wondering if Pamela was interested.

I’ll digress here. We recently marveled how this particular friend, who is not a Baba lover, has had so many Baba contacts in her life. When she was in grad school in Seattle she knew John and Barbara Connor. In Asheville her daughter took piano lessons from Cathy Riley. We met through our kids’ school. Everywhere she goes she has Baba friends. She lives close by and has an uncanny knack for dropping in whenever our house is full of Baba lovers. Her life is filled with CCCs and she doesn’t even know it.

But back to the story. This friend called about the Memoir Workshop. Pamela went to lunch and she and Annie thought it was a great opportunity. She returned home and the inheritance check came in the mail for almost the exact amount ($535) of the workshop. I was out of town and she called, explained the sequence of events and said “all this happened on Amartithi, it feels like a CCC.” I agreed that I thought Bal Natu would put his CCC stamp of approval on this unfolding of events, with one more layer being that mysteriously learning you descended from royalty-in-decline is great material for a memoir.

I had a CCC a few weeks later. I went to Los Angeles for a quick 3-day trip for some meetings and booked an Airbnb. When you are searching on Airbnb they don’t give you the exact location but instead draw a circle on a map of the area that the Airbnb is in. The photos looked good and the location was near my meetings so I clicked and booked without looking too long or hard at it.

When I arrived in LA I looked at the address I was going to. Detroit Street. I remembered that Baba had payed a visit to an apartment on Detroit Street in 1956 but that the building had since been demolished and rebuilt. Still, I was excited that I was going to be staying on a street that Baba had visited. If you’ve read my previous articles you know I’m fascinated by the places Baba visited in the west and particularly in Los Angeles.

After settling in, I walked the half a block up the street to have a look at the spot Baba visited and to see what manner of postmodern monstrosity had been built on it. I had gotten the impression that it had been torn down and rebuilt when I did a Google Earth search on it a couple of years ago and it showed a relatively new building at that address, but as I approached, I realized it was old. Old enough to be the one. I Googled the real estate records and discovered it was built in 1954 and was the building Baba visited in 1956. 1401 N. Detroit St., Apt #1. The front apartment.

Baba visited that apartment at the invitation of Dante Leo Cardella. In Lord Meher, Baba’s visit is well documented. Here is an excerpt: “While he was there, Baba embraced Dante, and then, one by one, each person came to Baba, bearing a flower for him. To some, Baba handed rose petals to eat as prasad. Later, Baba commented, ‘Over half the group (of 50) loves me.’ Baba went through the apartment, sanctifying it before saying goodbye.”

I was extremely happy to learn that this building is still standing. I had, because of a Google Maps glitch, come to think the original building had been demolished, but Baba gave me a “See, See, See” and showed me that it was still there. A good thing since I maintain a list of the places Baba visited in LA and I occasionally get requests for it. So I got a “See, See, See’” and I also had a CCC by randomly booking an Airbnb that was half a block away from this apartment that Baba sanctified.

Now, if only THAT apartment was available as an Airbnb.

Published March, 2017