I Tear Up My Flying Saucer Mags ~
" Falling in love with Meher Baba doesn't happen by choice. You go out looking, but not necessarily for someone like Baba. You go looking for something that will help you achieve a state that society has brainwashed into you as being sacred, freedom.
Baba sees you knocking at the door of his basement center in the once-sooty air of Victoria where the steam trains used to play, and pulls you in by your ears. When you first hear about Baba, and your heart warms to him, he shows you an aspect of himself that floors you, astounds you.
"I've found it!" I scream. I tear up the flying saucer magazines I've been taking to bed. "This is absolutely IT! Baba is the one." It's like being reunited with the use of your legs after living in a wheelchair. Or, as another example, is like getting your wheels out of a repair shop after a crash or breakdown months back, and being able to ride from here to there without having to hitch or suffer the bad vibes of public transportation officialdom.
It makes you happy. You feel your troubles are over. People often have celebration parties when they find out about Baba; they didn't realize how long they had been looking until they found what it was they were after. There are a lot of parties. It's the ultimate excuse.
Your troubles are not over, however, and the exhilaration you felt when Baba revealed his Infinite Majesty to you is deflated like a tire with a blowout, explosively, as Baba, beginning and initiating, takes you through your first real taste of loneliness.
Longing, pleading, desperate and even more dependent on ego than before, you attempt to work out how it all came about. You didn't meet Baba, didn't even read much of his teaching. What you read was simple, not astounding. It seemed so right though.
Who was it that said, DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY? Could I ever forget?
-- Pete Towneshead (an English guitarist, singer and composer, of the 'Who' group) - "In Love With Meher Baba," ROLLING STONE, November 26, 1970.
-- Photo: cover of Rolling Stone magazine, 1970.