1277THE WEST LEARNS TO SING1931
Baba instructed Mr. Audrey to meditate on God for half an hour daily.
On the same subject, Baba once put it succinctly: "All philosophy is meaningless without the actual experience of Godhood."
Harry J. Strutton, editor of the Occult Review magazine, came to meet Baba. Strutton had heard much about Baba through Meredith and had written to Baba in July 1929. Explaining about the role of the intellect and the heart, Baba stated:
There is a vast difference between the intellect and the heart. It would be wonderful if both were used for the highest good, but to have only intellect with a dry heart is of no use. The supremacy of the heart over the intellect is best.
Compared to a [religious] hypocrite, an honest atheist is preferred. Books give only the outer husk; Real Knowledge is not derived from books. Real Knowledge is the guru's gift, but it is not given without paying the price of love. Love has great powers, and love alone is the shortest and easiest path to Self-Realization. Only through love can Realization be attained.
Baba, accompanied by Desmond and Kim, Margaret Craske, Meredith and Kitty, took Rustom, Chanji and Aga Ali to see the musical comedy White Horse Inn at the London Coliseum on Saturday evening, 26 September 1931. An actress named Cordelia DeLeon, 30, was introduced to Baba. "This is the living Christ," she was told. Delia, as she was called, was immediately drawn to Baba and sat by his side. Every day thereafter in London, Delia saw Baba.
Along with her younger brother, Jack, who was a playwright, Delia had started the small experimental Q Theater in London. In an emotionally-stricken state, she had previously gone to East Challacombe in the summer of 1931 — mentally and physically depressed. There she heard of Baba. "You have never seen such a being!" Herbert told her enthusiastically, after he had met Baba.
Meeting Meher Baba changed her life. Delia recalled her first momentous time with the Master:
I sat next to Baba at the London Coliseum, but he took very little notice of me. He looked so radiantly beautiful. I was shy and nervous at first and could not find my bearings. I felt as if someone had taken a hammer and knocked me over the head. I was stunned with the wonder of Baba!
[From just seeing him,] nothing else existed for me. From first sight, I had implicit faith and trust in him. I asked no questions.