The literature about Meher Baba is full of such meetings, and very often people would feel this sense of "coming home" so strongly that they would begin to cry. A friend of mine who met Meher Baba in 1956 told me this personal account. Her name was Johanna McLean, and she had lived a difficult life and had built up a tough exterior, although I could plainly see she had a heart of gold. I met her by unlikely chance while I was volunteering in a nursing home in Fort Myers, Florida, where she was living with cancer and waiting to pass on so she could help people from the other side. She had been a spiritualist and had been drawn to attend Meher Baba meetings led by people who had this same background. When she made arrangements to meet Meher Baba for the first time at the "sahavas" at the Center built for him at Myrtle Beach, she had heard that people often cried when they first met Baba. She, however, being tough, was determined not to let this happen to her, and she vowed not to cry when she met him.

What happened was that not only did she cry, but she began sobbing and couldn't stop for two hours. Someone in attendance tried to comfort her, which was only annoying to her as these were cleansing tears, not tears of sadness. I never asked her to describe her feelings in detail (she wasn't the type of person you'd ask such a thing), so I'll leave the story in its sparse authenticity as it was told to me. What she felt can be gathered from the multitude of other examples which exist in the literature on Meher Baba.
--Stephen Sakellarios

I never met Meher Baba, but I had the good fortune to hear Jim play this song to a small group at the Meher Spiritual Center with Kitty Davy, one of Baba's earliest Western disciples, in attendance. It was one of my deepest experiences of Meher Baba's immediate presence. I can say from experience that his having dropped his physical body in 1969 is absolutely no barrier to having his "darshan," i.e. the experience described above.