My first conscious meeting with Babaji was in 1980. I was in bed, asleep, when I suddenly awoke, feeling as though there was someone in the room with me—my first thought was that someone had broken into the house and had come into my bedroom,but neither of my two dogs was making any fuss.

Babaji

My reaction was to lie very still, not moving, until I could figure what was happening. So I lay there, on my chest, my eyes barely open, and I had this feeling that someone was passing his or her hands all over my body, just above my body, making passes with his or her hands up and down the length of my body. I could see and feel the energy moving in my body. After some time this stopped and I sat up in bed. In the room with me was this bright golden white "figure"—I use the term loosely—surrounded by a golden white aura. It wasn't someone I recognized, but I had the very distinct impression that the figure was waiting long enough for me to definitely focus on it—for me to make sure I was fully awake and not dreaming—and I had the distinct impression that even though I didn't recognize the figure, at least by name, that I'd know who it was shortly. When I'd absorbed all that, the figure vanished.

The next day I went down to a local store to do some shopping. They had a small book section that I always browsed when I shopped there. The previous weekend I'd seen a small, black-covered book with a very intense person sitting cross-legged on the cover—it wasn't someone I recognized so I didn't pay much more attention to it. When I went into the book section this next weekend, the day after the figure appeared in my bedroom, here was this same small black book facing outward on the shelf so that the cover was in plain view, with this intense person on the cover looking at me—and I knew immediately that he and the being in my room the previous night were one and the same—and he turned out to be Babaji. And that was the beginning of my conscious relationship with Babaji.

I frequently feel as though Babaji is "inside" my body, or super-imposed on it—I'll bend down to pet my cat and it feels as though Babaji is bending down with me, "inside" me. Or I'll be taking a shower, and be washing my chest, when I feel as though I'm washing Babaji's chest. Or I'll be sitting in meditation and suddenly feel him literally come into my body from across the room (I make sure to pay close attention when that happens, because it usually means I'm going to learn something!) Sometimes I'll sense him in the room, around me, and I'll know enough to sit still and pay attention.