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Ordinary Life
– Juniper Downs
Baba Loved Us Too
– Wendy Connor
Feeling His Love
– Steve Klein
He is both Father and Mother
– Juniper Downs
A Leap of Faith
– Wendy Connor
Becoming His
– Steve Klein
Don't Worry, Be Happy
– Juniper Downs
A Life Worth Living
– Wendy Connor
Love The One You're With
– Steve Klein
What a Mighty Beloved our Beloved is
– Wendy Connor
To thine own self be true?
– Steve Klein
The Sweets of His Love
– Wendy Connor
Sickness and Health
– Juniper Downs
Giving Advice
– Steve Klein
"Garlic-Faced"
– Wendy Connor
To Love and Be Loved
– Juniper Downs
Talking About The Truth
– Steve Klein
The Script was Written Long Ago
– Wendy Connor
Excuse Me, Which Way to God?
– Steve Klein
Letting Go
– Juniper Downs
The Mosquitoes are Bad Today
– Wendy Connor
What If A Teaching Moment Never Comes?
– Steve Klein
Beads On One String
– Juniper Downs
Youth Sahavas '07
– Wendy Connor
Stop, You're Both Right!
– Steve Klein
God, Please Give me a Job
– Juniper Downs
"It Just Passes More Quickly"
– Wendy Connor
Multiple Meher Babas
– Steve Klein
The Treasure Within
– Wendy Connor
Winking Back
– Juniper Downs
Holding On, But Losing One's Grip
– Steve Klein
1969
– Ann Conlon
Obedience
– Ann Conlon
Meher Center – The Way It Was
– Ann Conlon
Armageddon, Anyone?
– Ann Conlon
What Does Baba Want Me to Do?
– Ann Conlon
Baba's 'Things'
– Ann Conlon
The Way It Was – Meherabad
– Ann Conlon
What Does THAT Mean?
– Ann Conlon
Doing "Baba Work"
– Ann Conlon
Broken Heads
– Ann Conlon
On Being Ill
– Ann Conlon
Enid
– Ann Conlon
To Each His Own
– Ann Conlon
Meherjee
– Ann Conlon
Youth Sahavas
– Ann Conlon
Kitty
– Ann Conlon
The Lonely Path
– Ann Conlon
Isn't He Enough?
– Ann Conlon
Goher
– Ann Conlon
He Said What?
– Ann Conlon
Seeking Suffering
– Ann Conlon
Taking a Dare
– Ann Conlon
Dreams
– Ann Conlon
Amartithi
– Ann Conlon
Margaret
– Ann Conlon
"The Disciple"
– Ann Conlon
I Wonder ...
– Ann Conlon
Backbiting, etc.
– Ann Conlon
Rites, Rituals and Ceremonies
– Ann Conlon
Hearing His Name
– Ann Conlon
"Baba's Group"
– Ann Conlon
His Promise
– Ann Conlon
Then and Now
– Ann Conlon
Middlemen Revisited
– Ann Conlon
Padri
– Ann Conlon
Gateway Days
– Ann Conlon
The New Life
– Ann Conlon
Books, Books and More Books
– Ann Conlon
His "Last Warning"
– Ann Conlon
Elizabeth Patterson
– Ann Conlon
Detachment
– Ann Conlon
Is That A Religion Coming?
– Ann Conlon
Manifestation: Did He Or Didn't He?
– Ann Conlon
A Country of Our Own?
– Ann Conlon
Remembering Mohammed
– Ann Conlon
Advice (Sort-Of) for Newcomers
– Ann Conlon
You're a Baba Lover If...
– Ann Conlon
Real Happiness
– Ann Conlon
Baba Lover, Baba Follower or Both?
– Ann Conlon
Meherazad – The Way It Was
– Ann Conlon
The Strongest Memories
– Ann Conlon
Enid
All of Meher Baba's early Western followers were independent souls, but Enid Corfe was without a doubt one of the most individual and independent of the lot.
Of English birth, she met Meher Baba early on, in the 1930s. She was at Nasik in 1937, she met him at Portofino and various other rendezvous. But the independence sometimes shocked her fellow Baba-followers. Once when Baba sent word for her to come to him in France, she sent back word tha she couldn't come because she had a date. It of course shocked her peers but I have no idea what Baba thought of it.
But she told me another story which has stuck with me and which I have found deeply moving. Enid was incarcerated in an Italian concentration camp for several years during World War II. Young and beautiful she drew the unwanted attentions of the camp commandant. One night he came to her room and demanded that she say "I love you." Enid turned to look at a picture of Meher Baba on a beside table and said, "I love you." Frustrated by her quick and clever response, the commandant gave up his pursuit and left her alone.
Enid lived for many years in the USA, in New Jersey, so I saw her on occasion, many times at the home of Fred and Ella Winterfeldt. We got to know each other a bit and when she retired and started traveling around the county in an RV, a friend and I who owned wooded property in the Berkshires of Massachusetts invited her to use the property anytime she liked and gave her a key to the gate. She did use it and once turned up when we were their for a weekend. I always enjoyed Enid's company.
Eventually, Enid moved back to England. I saw her the last time at the dedication of Pete Townshend's Oceanic., She was sitting in the front row at the opening program and I know she didn't recognize me as she was going blind. I leaned over to her and said "Enid, it's Ann Conlon" She jumped up from her chair and hugged me. In the next few days, we made a visit to the Tate Gallery together and spent one afternoon drinking gin in her hotel room and talking about Baba.
Eccentric as she was, I'm sure Enid loved Meher Baba deeply and I'm just as sure that He knew that And after all, that's what's important.