Juliet: June 10 — Anointing a few believers with attar of rose in a park

On Monday again I went to the Master at seven–thirty. As I got off the bus at Seventy–Eighth Street and Riverside Drive I saw Him at the centre of a little group standing beside that strip of park that drops low to the river — the part we love to call “His garden”, a forever hallowed spot to us, for there we sometimes walk with Him in the evenings, there He takes His daily exercise, or escapes from the house to rest and pray.

The people who were with Him this morning were Nancy Sholl and Ruth Berkeley, Mr. MacNutt and Mr. Mills, and, as I hurried to join them, I saw that the Master was anointing them from a vial of attar of rose.

Oh the heavenly perfume, the pale, early-morning sunshine and the Master, all in white glistening in it (no one else takes the sunlight as He does: He is like a polished mirror to the sun), the ecstatic, intoxicating love with which He rubbed our foreheads with His strong fingers dripping with that essence of a hundred roses!