My spiritual master, Avatar Meher Baba, dropped His body on January 31, 1969. Every year on this date, thousands gather at Baba's Tomb-Shrine (also known as the Samadhi) on Meherabad Hill in India for a celebration—not just to remember Baba, but to experience His presence and His love. The Amartithi (meaning "eternal date") festivities climax with fifteen minutes of silence outside the Samadhi, beginning at 12:15 in the afternoon, the exact time Avatar Meher Baba shed his physical form.
The one time I attended Amartithi, in January of 1990, I was lucky enough to spend those fifteen minutes just outside the Tomb, sitting on the ground with my head pressed against the cool stone. The power of that silence, of Meher Baba within that silence, was so profound, so sacred and magical, that words could never capture it. It bypassed the mind and ran straight to the deeps of the soul.
It runs there still.