Thank you for your intro. Glad to have your voice here. Your coming to the ji sounds a little like mine. 

I was living in West Philadelphia and going to art school in Center City. Sometimes I would hitch a ride to school. I got picked up by some premies and they had a bunch of flyers strewn across the back seat. I picked one up and looked at it. One guy asked me if I knew who that was. I said, "He's the one that says he's God." "Well, no, he is ....." I became captivated by the ji's smile and then the car became very quiet. The guy said softly, "He can see you looking at him." I said yes and it was time for me to get out of the car.

A month or so later I went to see the ji and I was hooked. June 4 1972.

Best,

Karen Kirschbaum