Once, in the distant time 'before Daud', there was the younger incarnation of Umacharan.

Umacharan had hear of the Baba from friends, so when he chanced upon the poster announcing the Baba was to come to America, he decided to make a long pilgrimage to see him. And during that journey, as God would have it, he spent the night as guest of people who knew some secrets of the Way.

Even thusly prepared, Umacharan was greratly astonished when, the instant his eyes first saw the Baba, he beheld the shimmering blue secret mark (on the forehead between the eyes) that confirmed the Perfection of Mastery. After a few seconds, the irridescence faded, revealing under it the normal red-painted hindu third eye, and leaving Umacharan certain of what he seen, yet slightly confused. As if to answer any doubt, the Baba, walking past Umacharan, reached out and touched him on the arm.

That evening as he meditated, Umacharan experienced powerful, spontaneous 'kriyas' for the first time, a sure sign that his sleeping kundalini had been awakened by the Grace of the Baba's touch. Thus, he embarked as a new-born being, upon a long, unending journey, which rightly began as a simple teaching of doubt and faith.