‘Face of a Rose’

For three months I have been looking for a way to tell my reader what must be told. In 1971 I ran into a group of black people living in my building on Beacon Hill who were looking at Islam and Christianity, seeking a way to combine them. They were considering killing me until they learned about Meher Baba via another tenant who I took to see a film about his life. Two days later, Shaheb invited me into his apartment down the hall, and said;

“Why didn’t you tell us who you were. We were going to kill you. Meher Baba is the one we have been looking for.”

We ended up taking the Mafia to court. They had come to own our building and wanted all the tenants out. I talked Shaheb and his followers from arming themselves and holding a standoff in a building built in 1779…