I never felt so accepted in my entire life. I felt completely uninhibited. I knew that Baba knew me more than I could ever know myself and, in some incredible, uncanny way that I could not understand, he was really my real Self.
Ursula's first impressions of Baba were:
The thing I noticed most as Baba began gesturing and Eruch interpreting was that he was very small. Baba was not a big man at all. The chair almost came around him. He was very pale. His complexion did not look healthy, it was almost grayish. He looked tired and old. Somehow I was surprised at that.
But as Baba started talking, he began to look different. He did not look so tired, so old or so ill. His eyes were extremely powerful, like no eyes I had ever seen. They were so beautiful, so loving, so warm and yet so strong; they seemed to take care of all the rest of the apparent physical weaknesses. Baba's eyes darted around the room, never resting on anything longer than one or two seconds. His hands rested on the armrest of the chair, fingers moving in circular motion. Fascinating! Baba's feet and hands were also very beautiful, like those of a young woman.
Baba asked, "How did you sleep?"
"Fine, fine," they said, though they had not slept a wink.
Baba looked at Mik and asked, "Are you well? You look so thin."
Mik replied, "Yes, I am well. This is my normal weight."
"You should eat more chapatis," Baba advised, patting his hands together as if making chapatis.
They told Baba they were vegetarians.
Mik wore a beard and Baba's sign for him was a tug on the chin, referring to him as Ho Chi Minh (the current communist President of North Vietnam). Baba's sign for Ursula was the letter U formed with his thumb and forefinger.
Baba asked if they had children. They answered "No."
Then Baba asked, "Do you want children?"
Mik said, "No."
Uschi replied, "Maybe later."
Baba asked, "Who am I to please? Mik, if you love Uschi you are to tell me to please her. And Uschi, if you love Mik you are to tell me to please him."
Mik answered something to the effect that he, Baba, should only please himself.
Then Baba looked very serious. Quiet descended on the room, which seemed to shrink.
He asked, "Have you stopped taking drugs?"