CYNTHIA ADAMS’ STORY

CYNTHIA ADAMS' STORY

John A. Grant

Stan Adams had been assigned the duty of driving Baba to the O'Brien home where he would stay for the duration of his Melbourne visit. After Meher Baba and the Mandali were settled comfortably in Stan's car, Baba would not permit them to leave the airport. No, they must wait. They waited and waited, for what appeared to be one or two minutes and then Baba suddenly indicated that they now should drive off. Stand did not realize the reason for this delay until years later when his daughter Cynthia related to him an incident that had happened to her and her brother at the airport.

Cynthia Adams said: "I had been standing inside the airport lounge watching Meher Baba as he greeted different Baba followers such as Ena Lemmon, who was embraced by him. My mother was standing close to Baba and there were many other adults clustered around him. We children were standing on the outside perimeter of the people encircling Baba. I thought yearningly, how wonderful it would be if I too could embrace Baba in welcome, but I knew there was absolutely no hope of that as I was just a 12 year old child and was too far away to be noticed by Baba.

"Little did I know of Meher Baba then!

"When Baba and the Mandali left the airport lounge, we Adams children knew that we would have a very long wait at the airport as my father was to drive Baba to the O'Brien house first and then return to the airport for my mother and ourselves. My younger brother Colin and I decided to go outside to watch the aeroplanes. We very carefully left by a different door from that which Baba had exited, and found ourselves in a maze of corridors. We followed the main one, believing that it would take us outside to the landing area.

"By this time we knew that obedience to Baba's orders was of paramount importance and we were doing our utmost not to disobey him. You can imagine our horror when we finally turned the last corridor, opened the outside exit door, and raced down the path expecting to see aeroplanes arriving and taking off, only to be confronted by the sight of Meher Baba a few yards away, sitting in the front of my father's car, with my father beside him and the Mandali in the back.

"Baba smiled and waved to us, his eyes twinkling in merriment. No one else in the car appeared to have seen us, so my brother Colin turned around and raced back into the airport. I stood my ground and waved back to Baba, deciding that as I had already committed the height of disobedience, I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Then I too ran back after Colin. Years later I realized that Baba had 'heard' my inner yearning to greet him and this was his wonderful and compassionate response."

Meanwhile in the car no one else had noticed the children or Baba waving to them, but as soon as he had waved to them the car was allowed to proceed on its journey.