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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

Doing "Baba Work"
  – Ann Conlon

Broken Heads
  – Ann Conlon

Enid
  – Ann Conlon

On Being Ill
  – Ann Conlon

Meherjee
  – Ann Conlon

To Each His Own
  – 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

Amartithi
  – Ann Conlon

Dreams
  – 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

His Promise
  – Ann Conlon

"Baba's Group"
  – 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

Is That A Religion Coming?
  – Ann Conlon

Detachment
  – Ann Conlon

A Country of Our Own?
  – Ann Conlon

Manifestation: Did He Or Didn't He?
  – 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 Script was Written Long Ago

The 50th anniversary celebration of Baba's last visit to Meher Center has just come to a close. It has been a remarkable and loving time at Baba's Center, filled with special events and precious memories of the Beloved. For me personally, it's been a particularly meaningful period of remembrance and reflection because it was in '58 when I first met Baba here with my family.

I am asked from time to time how can I remember so much when I was just a child of six. And I reply that perhaps, if Baba had been an ordinary man, my memories would have dulled by now. But, because Baba is the very Source of Love, I've come to feel that my meeting was an experience of that love, an awakening of what is most lasting and real in life. And, because this experience is always happening in the eternal now, the experience continues. Really speaking, through our efforts to try to remember Him and please Him I believe that, by His grace, anyone can meet with Baba at any given moment.

When I recall that time, I think about how natural it was being around Baba, how natural it was to trust Him completely. But, as I grew older, it became increasingly challenging for me to leave everything to Baba, to trust that everything that happens is truly for the best -- to trust Him as a child.

In the mysterious corners of my inner life, where His voice somehow comes through, I feel Baba asking me to let go of thinking that I am in control. On one level, it sounds easy. But on the so-called "real life" level, this effort to let go is antithetical to the values of the world we live in -- a world that tells us we can determine the outcome of anything we do if we just put our mind to it. By 'letting go', I don't mean we shouldn't care about how we do things in our lives, or not pay attention to the results. Baba addresses this apparent contradiction when He talks about a special quality of inner action, when He says: "Do your best and leave the rest to Me." This inner action, of course, is surrenderance.

But in trying to surrender one's life to Baba, the mind itself becomes the problem. It worries, it anticipates, obsesses, wants credit and so on; in short, the mind attaches itself to anything it desires. I have to remind myself to do as Baba says: "Let the heart lead the mind."

Having a background in improvisational theater, I tend to think in theater metaphors. It seems to me the way Baba has designed this Divine Game is that He has us improvising every moment to a script that's already been written. . .by Him. Or as Baba said: "The film was taken long ago, now you watch." And Mani would add: "We just have to remember our lines." That's the part we have to play - make the effort to remember our lines - trusting that Baba wrote the plot long ago. Herein lies the great Divine Paradox: we have to do our best in ways that would please Him, but always keep in the back of our minds that Baba is in control of it all.

Clearly, to place everything in Baba's Hands, takes complete surrender to His Will, trusting that every experience is designed to bring us closer to Him. For me, surrender often takes a huge leap of faith. Sometimes, I feel like that person who's afraid to get in the lion's cage Baba speaks of, much less allow myself to be devoured by Him.

In '58, Kitty asked Baba about my parents' divorce. Baba gestured, "They were meant to separate." But Baba," Kitty asked, "don't the children need a father?" Baba replied, "What do you mean, Kitty? I am their Father." I know that Baba wants me to trust Him now in the same way I relied on Him when I was young -- wholeheartedly and without hesitation. Sometimes, my day is made up of small surrenders and, at times, big ones. But, as I wake up in the morning and take His Name, I also say: "Baba, help me to play my part well today." How blessed we are to be able to entrust our hearts and minds to our Beloved, who is both Mother and Father in us all.