Tag: Barbara Cartland

These recollections are from a public programme in Hampstead Town Hall, London. ‘Where’s he catching?’ Shri Mataji asked, while working on a young man who followed a certain cult*, a newcomer. ‘Agnya,’ someone replied. ‘Forgive, forgive the white people,’ She said loudly, then, ‘Ha! Got it.’ At the same programme She was working on an…