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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

Armageddon, Anyone?
  – Ann Conlon

Meher Center – The Way It Was
  – 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

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

A Tale of Two Connections

I came to Baba in the year 1979, just after the so-called “Jonestown Massacre”, which had provided an exclamation point for those who were concerned about “religious” cults. Many people, including myself, were wary about the subject and the just plain bizarre groups and activities that were often the subject of public discourse at that time.

I was traveling in Europe post-college graduation in the autumn and had planned to start a Master’s program at the University of Chicago in January, 1980. My personal experience of coming to Baba was exquisite – ineffably beautiful and all-encompassing. My Baba contact had told me about Meher Baba Oceanic, Pete Townshend’s place in Twickenham near London, and I made my way there in December, fortunate that it was still open and that I could stay there. After a week or so, I decided to extend my stay, postponing entrance to the university. I was a bit concerned about communicating that to my folks, not to mention telling them about Baba.

This was pre-internet and international phone calls were rather expensive in those days.  My medium of choice was letters and postcards, which I sent home, stating as tactfully as I could what my “plans” were . . . and telling my parents about Baba; that he was God in human form – Jesus come again. My parents were very level-headed people and, while whatever I said in that letter was quite earnest and sincere, I can only imagine the great concern and worry my statements must have aroused in them.

By January of 1980, I had found my way to the Meher Spiritual Center in Myrtle Beach, my Baba honeymoon in full swing. One day I was hanging out at the Original Kitchen when Dennis McCabe came in and we started talking.

“Where are you from?”  asked Dennis.
“Chicago,” I said.
“I’m from Chicago. Where in Chicago?”
“Actually, I’m from Deerfield,” I said.
“I’m from Deerfield,” says Dennis.

It was a good ice-breaker for me, since I’m shy meeting people for the first time. Dennis mentioned that his mother, Peggy, worked at the Deerfield Public Library. I said, “my mom is a volunteer at the Library. I wonder if they know each other?”

Dennis became my most frequent Baba contact in Chicago after that. As he is now at Meher Center, he was then the film master of the Chicago Group, and once a month was film night. On those nights, I would go to Dennis’ apartment, have dinner, then the two of us would drive downtown for films.

Some time later, I don’t remember when exactly, I learned the following story. One day, my mother and Peggy McCabe were having lunch together. They had been good friends for many years, it turns-out. My mom says, “Peggy, I’ve got a story to tell you,” and proceeds to tell her about me, having learned that I had become involved with Meher Baba. She was worried and anxious that followers of Baba were a cult,and she was concerned about her son. Peggy allowed my mother to pour her heart out and then said, “Well, Edith, now I have a story to tell you!”

And she proceeded to assuage my mother’s concern, telling her, among other things, that Dennis was not a weirdo and that his association with Baba had not ruined his life. It was a great relief to my mother and I know it changed her feelings and thoughts about Baba.

Dennis and I did a reckoning and came to the conclusion that our mothers were having lunch at the same time Dennis and I were first becoming acquainted at the Original Kitchen. So typical of Baba, not only to have such care for all involved, but to have already worked-out the answer to my mom’s concerns before she could even express them.

My parents did not become Baba lovers, however, they kept a beautiful postcard of Baba on their refrigerator for 20 years. They became comfortable with my connection with Baba, similarly for many of my Baba friends they met – and, of course, my spouse! A few years ago when my dad passed-away, Jeanne and I brought my mom the news. The three of us  went to dad’s room for good-byes and we all recited the Lord’s Prayer – something which mom and dad had been doing each night when they parted company. I told mom that Jeanne and I were going to say the Master’s Prayer, in case she didn’t want to stay for that. But she did stay.

Afterward she said, “That’s the most beautiful prayer I've ever heard” and she asked for a written copy.