The East-West Gathering: Some personal accounts – John Haynes and Wendy Haynes


John Haynes was returning to New York early with Don Stevens and some of the ballet dancers. During the gathering, he had been wondering how Baba could love each of them as individuals. It seemed incredible, when so many thousands loved Baba, that he knew each of their souls and they were not just one of the masses. John decided to test Baba. He wanted some kind of sign, some proof, some confirmation that he counted in Baba’s heart.

As the crowd was pressing toward the exits, Baba was leaning over listening to Eruch. John was near the door. In the middle of this throng of humanity pushing its way out of the pandal, wanting to see whether Baba would say goodbye to him, John raised his hand and waved it back and forth. Just then the crowd separated momentarily and Baba turned, smiled and gestured his sign of perfection. He had been turned the other way just seconds before. John burst into tears because Baba had given him exactly what he wanted., p4883
Nov, 1962; East-West Gathering, Guruprasad

On another occasion, Baba asked Wendy [11 years old], “Who do you love more, Mommy or Baba?” Wendy started to say “Mom …” but caught herself and quickly said, “Oh, you Baba!” Baba laughed and gestured, “Your love for your mother pleases me. Always keep cheerful in my love.”

When she came forward for her last embrace, Wendy Haynes recounted:

When my turn came, I came within a foot of Baba, and suddenly I looked down or Baba looked up and our eyes met. Everything stopped. Everything in the room disappeared. I felt like I had disappeared. I was no longer there but I felt such love coming from Baba, such oneness as if there was a circle of love flowing between us, but I had no consciousness of myself. I felt as if I were drowning in Baba’s eyes. I thought I was actually falling backwards and at that instant the experience stopped. Baba looked at me and his eyes twinkled as if to say: “How about that?” Then I went forward to get my embrace.

Whenever I was with Baba, I felt that time had stopped. There was no sense of beginning or end. It seemed like forever., p4887
Nov, 1962; East-West Gathering, Guruprasad

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