In 1996, Nana Kher asked Jeff and me to come to his room, where we had a lovely chat. He was telling us wonderful, beautiful stories. Every once in a while I would realize that I hadn’t been following what he was saying. I thought it was odd, yet, a wonderful feeling. When we left, Jeff said, “I don’t know what that was, but every once in a while I would become aware that I was missing out on some of the things he was saying.” I said, “Well, that’s what happened to me. What in the world was that about?” Of course, we never did find out. Whatever Baba was doing was something powerful, because it was sure one beautiful feeling being with Nana Kher that afternoon. Both Jeff and I felt so wonderful to just be there with him.