Like so many of us through the years, Agnes Baron’s first meeting with God happened in the Lagoon Cabin. She had devoted six years to founding and caring for Meher Mount, a center for Baba in California. Finally, in early April of 1952, she was... Read more

Talk to Baba lovers who first came to the Center in the 1970’s, and they’ll tell you about Kitty. She was a constant presence—zipping around cheerfully in her golf cart, attending evening programs, or, most frequently, sitting in her office while an endless stream of... Read more

August 19 of this year marked the twenty-fourth death anniversary of Mani Irani, Meher Baba’s sister and disciple. As I set upon a journey to write something about her passing, I was bereft of words because if there was anyone whose death couldn’t define her,... Read more

If you’ve ever been to the Administrative Office of the Center at Dilruba (the house where Elizabeth Patterson and Kitty Davy lived and met all visitors) you couldn’t have missed Jane Mossman’s effervescent and inviting presence. And if you have not been to the Center,... Read more

As she approached the end of a rare interview on January 31, 1977, Elizabeth Patterson remarked, “I don’t know if I have time to tell, but there’s a very beautiful story.” It was a story about a yellow chair, a big, beautiful, high-backed Italian chair... Read more

Parinaz Mubaraki is Baba’s. There is no doubt about it when you first see her. And then when you speak to her, she emanates purity, firm faith and determination to be His. It is only afterwards that you notice that she is visually impaired. I... Read more

In 1991, shortly after the first Youth Sahavas, Kitty Davy called Buz Connor. “You have no idea how wonderful it is,” she told him. “You have to come for it next year.” Kitty was 99 at the time, but she had been invited to the... Read more

Baba’s sister Mani once shared that Elizabeth’s nickname among the Eastern women Mandali was ‘Yes Baba dear.’ This was because whatever Baba asked of her, she instantly replied, “Yes Baba dear.” Elizabeth was the founder of the Meher Center along with Norina Matchabelli, charged with... Read more

This time, in reading over the accounts of Meher Baba’s accident in 1952, I noticed the kindness. It was there from those first excruciating moments when, on the morning of May 24, 1952, Stanley J. Moucka, living along Route 64 near Prague, Oklahoma, heard a... Read more

“April is the cruelest month”* at the Center. It turns barren, thoughtful, deep silent nights into a musical soiree of magical creatures waking from the depths of the forest. Leaves and flowers spurt out from desire and memory hums songs in nature’s praise. Spring drops... Read more