Once upon a time in February of 2025 a sister was finishing her postgraduate studies in London. As her stay neared its end, she reflected on how much she would miss the weekly meditation, kiirtan, and good company.
When she returned to Brazil, only a few were attending DC. One evening a stranger arrived late. Though he had missed the beginning, he joined the collective meditation. After the meditation, the man asked, “Where is He?” Pointing at Baba’s picture. This sister gently replied, “Baba has already passed away.”
The man was astonished and replied, “Is this a joke? When is He coming back? Won’t He give a talk?”The group smiled and explained again that Baba was no longer physically present.
The man laughed and said, “You must be joking! He was at the door downstairs. He called me by my name, welcomed me, sang the mantras with us, danced during kiirtan, and after we sat for meditation, he left. When is he coming back? Will he be here next week?”
The group was speechless. A wave of joy and deep emotion filled their hearts as they realized that Baba was truly with them, continuing to guide and inspire.
-shared by Dada Danaviira