[Bábá touched a Margi meditating in front of him, and told him to look at the forehead of a Margi from Nepal who had recently arrived in Ranchi. He told him to look at his trikut́i (the mid-point between the eyebrows, the seat of the mind).] Do you see any light there?

[Margi: “Yes, Bábá.”]

What colour is it?

[Margi: “It is off-white, Bábá.”]

[According to how Bábá touched the Margi or removed his hand, the colour perceived by the Margi changed. Bábá touched again:] And now?

[Margi: “Brilliant white, Bábá.”]

You all have potential, everything is in you. [Bábá called a young man to stand up, and said to the same Margi:] Now see his trikut́i; what colour is it?

[Margi: “Bluish light, Bábá.”]

Yes, his mind is confused and indecisive. [Bábá called another Margi to stand up:] What colour is the light?

[Margi: “I see red lights with blue lights moving up and down.”]

This is the colour of his fear complex. He is afraid to come to me – for a reason between him and me alone. [To that boy:] Come here, my son. [Bábá caressed the boy and touched the boy’s forehead.] I am now removing his fear complex. [To the Margi:] What colour do you see now? Is red and blue light still there?

[Margi: “No, Bábá – there is only white light.”]