The Revolt of the Earth

I followed him up a narrow staircase thronged with disciples, then onto a landing, and then into this ... absolutely silent - one could almost say solidly silent - room draped in white linen. Two people were sitting inside. Somewhat mechanically, I stepped forward and folded my hands in the Indian fashion, as I had been told to do. There He was - a mass of immobile power. His face was suffused in blue light (I thought it was neon lights). He looked at me. That look felt so vast, oh, vaster than all the sands of Egypt, softer than all the seas! And everything seemed to be engulfed in ... something unknown. It lasted three seconds. Then Mother, seated to his right, tilted her neck and chin toward me and gave me a broad, radiant smile as if to say, "Ah!" I was completely dumbfounded. p47