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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

The Flowering Seed

From knowing so many people over the years, each of whom has come to love and follow Meher Baba, it appears that He contacts each of us at just the perfect moment and in just the perfect way for our individual journey to Him.  And this contact is uniquely Baba’s:  He says, “I have come to sow the seed of love in your hearts.”  When I was a child of six, I met Beloved Meher Baba for the first time.  He was so familiar and loving, not at all the stranger I thought I was going to meet.  It was as natural as breathing to run into His arms and from that first moment all I wanted was to stay as close to Him as possible.  I know now, that with His first embrace, Baba planted the seed of His love in my heart.  I would say that this meeting would mark the beginning of my journey on His path of love.

As I grew older, I began to discover that Meher Baba was far more than I could have possibly realized as a child.  While not truly understanding, I gradually came to realize that He was not limited to that beautiful cloak we called Meher Baba.  But, for much of my life, my inner relationship to Baba was an unconscious one.  In other words, my relationship with the God-Man began as an outer one – one that was focused solely on His beautiful form.  And my conscious inner journey did not begin until after Baba dropped the body. 

Baba gave me many experiences that, in retrospect, feel key to my inner growth but, at the time, I just didn’t recognize them for what they really were.  I’d like to share one experience, in particular, that left a profound impression and proved to be key to my growing awareness of Baba’s presence within me.  It was an experience that began in 1962, at the East-West Gathering in India when I was eleven years old.  Baba had planned every detail of the trip–including the dates for travel, choosing volunteers to take care of us during our stay, the places He wished for us to visit in Pune, how long we would stay, as well as the daily schedules of meetings with Him.  He had also instructed all of us to visit Meherabad and Meherazad – once the official Darshan program ended – while He remained behind at Guruprasad.

The experience that is burned in my memory is of my first visit to Baba’s tomb.  Baba told us to go there first before doing anything else.  When it came my turn to enter, I remember crossing the threshold and peering down the steps into the empty crypt.   It was dank and cold and I was immediately overwhelmed with sadness.  I kept picturing Baba back at Guruprasad, smiling and radiant with love.  It was such a contrast to the joy I had experienced in His loving presence the past week.  It was unfathomable to me that His body would one day be brought to rest in this place.

Fast forward to 1969, after Baba dropped His body and it came time for the Great Darshan, which Baba had said He would give reclining.  Again, Baba had planned every detail of our trip and, as before, instructed us to visit His tomb.  Remembering my experience in ’62, I was feeling nervous and unhappy, not wanting to go at all.  But an extraordinary thing happened.  This time, the instant I crossed the threshold, I was overcome with joy and tremendous waves of love came washing over me – Baba’s presence was so strong – I heard Him say inwardly, “You see, Wendy, I haven’t left – I haven’t gone anywhere.  I am always with you.”

That reminds me of an experience Elizabeth Patterson had when Baba dropped His body in January, 1969.  She awoke on the morning of January 31st with the conscious thought: “I know my redeemer liveth.”  This experience of hers had a deep impact on me at the time.  I feel that Baba was revealing in her heart the message that He lives eternally – within each one of us.  He took on this lovely form to visit us and to plant the seeds of His love – so that we would come to find Him internally – not only as our closest companion, but as our true Self.

Now, looking back, I realize that through every experience, Baba was continually watering His seed of love for the time when I would have to journey inward to find Him where He was all along – within my heart.