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An Incident: No Accident


In the ’80s, Jeff and I lived five miles from the Center. When I’d drive home from working on the Center, I’d always take Baba’s name. I’d say, “Meher Baba, Meher Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba.” One day, suddenly, cars were going every which way. I didn’t know what caused the commotion; it was as though something happened suddenly and it had a ripple effect back to where I was. I didn’t know which way to go, because the cars that were in lane 3 were going into lane 2, and lane 2 into lane 3, and those in the first lane were going into the middle lane. I didn’t know which way to turn the car to miss all the cars that were around me, in front of me, and behind me. I would say it would be maybe as high as nine cars involved. It was going to be quite a mess.

All of a sudden my car went to the right and then kind of shifted back to the left and whirling and twirling around these cars, and then everything was all right and no one got in an accident, there was no sound of metal crashing. How did I miss those cars? What happened? I had a big car in those days. I can remember the steering wheel going first one way and then another way, but it was like unseen hands took over that car’s wheel and drove me through all of that, as if Baba knew which way everyone was going. My mind was blank. I just saw a disaster about to happen. I don’t know how I missed hitting any cars. Honestly, from my perspective, it was impossible to miss hitting any of those other vehicles, absolutely impossible. I always thought, ah, unseen hands, because it sure wasn’t my hands on the wheel turning in the right directions. My hands may have been on the wheel, but I certainly didn’t know which way to turn.

It was so beautiful, I kept saying Baba’s name, Baba, Baba, Baba! as all that was happening. I don’t know how all of us made it, but everybody made it, we all moved some way. I call it a miracle, a miracle that I don’t understand. I would take Baba’s name for years and years and years, when leaving the Center and driving five miles up the road until I would pull into my driveway.

Of course, taking Baba’s name was natural for me to do all those years. It was so hard to leave the Center and come out into the madness of the world, so I’d take Baba’s name, and not feel so much madness as I was driving on Highway 17. Baba was right there, as He always is with all of us. He never leaves us, God is always with us regardless of where we go, what we do, what’s happening, God is always with us and He never leaves us. That is something I can say I have felt many, many times in this lifetime, God’s always, always with us.

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