One night I was sleeping on a hill in the mountains around Verona in Italy. I lay under a big tree that was in a clearing surrounded by trees. It was summer and the sky was pure and filled with stars.

At that time I was with sister M. She did neither have a sense of smell nor a proper sense of taste. She therefore had more of the other senses: touch, sight and sound. And she could sing the most wonderful and intense kiirtana.

That night I dreamt that I was somewhere in space. Baba was sitting in front of a large audience and I was standing just beside Him. 

But somehow at that moment I was not so much interested in Baba. I saw Him giving the Varabhaya Mudra, but I felt indifferent to it. 

What captured my attention was the audience in front of which Baba was sitting. I could not distinguish properly what it was but I could see figures or bodies of light. 

Surely, Baba must have been bestowing His blessings on luminous bodies.