Although the moments are rare, no doubt the most wonderful feeling in life is feeling that one is at the exact right place at the exact right time, and doing the exact right thing. There and then, God is as close as God can be to one, and one experiences that feeling of being connected with and in harmony with everything and everyone in the world. It is mysterious that feeling that God is with one, that God has led one to this very moment where one can sense destiny and fate. It remains mysterious but that all one has gone through, although inexplicable at times, was necessary for this moment to be experienced, and all the past experiences are proven worthwhile, and one knows that God has one exactly where one is meant to be. Such moments have come and gone in this work, and such moments will manifest again. These are aspects of Him, manifesting. These moments are most vital to one's relationship with God, with the world, with the meaning of what one does, and one's connection with other beings.

Moments as described urged me to come back to this work. One time in Poona, inwardly I was urged to go to Alandi, the tomb and shrine of Sadguru Dnyaneshawar to bow to his dnyan, divine knowledge of "the Supreme Interpreter of the Gita." I am indebted to Dnyaneshawar.

On another occasion I inwardly reached out to the mast, Mohammed, and wrote his caretaker that this would be the opportune time to reveal how he came to Meher Baba. As my letter was in the mail to India, the mast began narrating to his caretaker fragments of his life.

During a period of turmoil, I unexpectedly was seized by one of the ocean's most violent currents – the Lord's hand held me in His fist and squeezed all life out of me. While I was leaving my body, I saw the original chaos; sea and sky became one in an effulgence, and I beheld what must be Genesis. I can only imagine now how great the God-Realized beings are who have swallowed the ocean.

Later in a state of discouragement over completing this work, the Lord with a smile and in good humor revealed his wish for me in the form of a poem that he wrote many years ago to Ghani Munsiff:

"He swears by everything he holds dear and near
that he will stay here without the summer fear
And not asking for beer
And finish this book or out he'll clear!"

After this book was finished, Mansari sent the following written in 1923. It is a letter from Meher Baba to her uncle Sohrabji Desai sent after Sohrabji's editing completion of the Gujarati Biography of Sadguru Upasni Maharaj, Sakori-na-Sadguru – Protector of the Poor.