But Baba's face is the reflection in illusion of the face of God. And I think that is what Baba meant when he said: "I will show Lyn my face as it really is." I believe and in fact I can say I know that I saw the face of God in illusion, as it really is reflected in illusion. He showed me that. That is Baba's face.
I saw Meher Baba just once, and he allowed me to sit with him for an hour and a half. That once-seeing is what is called a glimpse.1 That is what Baba wanted me to have. And all of the paintings I have made of him have come from the fire of that one glimpse. When I went to India it was as a seeker, a pilgrim on his way to find and touch the very source of the river of my Self. It was a literal pilgrimage created for me by Baba. By that pilgrimage I received the gift of his love. This was for me the end of all searching, the pilgrim's goal and the beginning of a pilgrim's progress. I became what is conventionally called a disciple.
At 9:00 A.M. on Tuesday, 5 October 1965, Baba met Dr. Moorty, his wife, Saviti, and their six-month-old baby for nearly an hour. Saviti was taken inside to meet Mehera and the other women. The couple had come to give thanks for the birth of their child after having been childless for almost 20 years of marriage.
When the Moortys had arrived at the Ahmednagar railway station the previous afternoon, they happened to meet the Otts, who were leaving. The Moortys narrated the story of their "miracle" child, and Phyllis and Lyn were happy for them. On Phyllis' visit to Meherazad the previous year, she had spoken to Baba about an abortion she had had. After meeting the Moortys and hearing their story, she wondered whether Baba had diverted the child that was to have been born to her on to Dr. Moorty and his wife in Calcutta. It was a consoling thought. Perhaps the two couples' meeting at the railway station had not been by "chance" after all!
