Baba replied, "Don't you love your eye more than your fingernail?"
Phyllis, remembering when she had an enamel paint chip deep into the quick of her nail, said, "Sometimes my fingernail has been very important to me."
Baba said, "If you get something in your eye, you will go to any length to get it out, but if something is the matter with your fingernail, you just clip it out."
Lifting his left buttock slightly and pointing to it with his left forefinger, Baba remarked, "Don't you love what you put into your mouth more than what you defecate?"
He repeated, "Soon the whole world will come to Baba."
Being new and unfamiliar with Baba's ways, Phyllis was uncomfortable with this; she felt that somehow Baba was "bragging."
Baba then emphatically gestured to her, "Don't be a hypocrite! Say what you think!"
Phyllis answered, "There is nothing I can do about it. It is up to you, Baba, to make pure what is impure, and unhypocritical what is hypocritical."
Since seeing him last, Phyllis had read God Speaks three times as instructed. Although Jewish, she had also begun doing a meditation of looking into a picture of Jesus' eyes and her own reflected in them, while saying " Anal Haq [I am God]." She told Baba, "At home in the United States, I look in a mirror and say, 'I am God, I am God ...' But that is not true. And yet, here with you, looking in your eyes, Baba, I can truthfully say 'I am God.' "
She felt puzzled and asked, "Baba, I know that you are God, but what am I? ... Consciousness?"
"Yes," Baba gestured.
"But where is my consciousness? Is it in my head, my feet, my solar plexus? Where?" Then she felt Baba losing patience with her and quickly grasped that the answer was that her consciousness was everywhere the lower self was not. She said, "Baba, don't say anything, I understand."
Baba circled his face and pointed to Phyllis, and she understood him to say, "I like your face," even though she herself had never considered herself to be attractive.
Baba asked her, "Do you know why you get to see me so often?" Before she could speak, he answered himself, "Because you want to understand me."
Phyllis Ott had four children. The youngest girl, Leslie, was just three years old. Leslie had asked her mother to tell Baba, "I need him so." On hearing this, Baba appeared thoughtful.