Prabhupada sits in an armchair in the half light, and there is, yes, a bluish aura around him—around us. Time is suspended in the gloaming, as Prabhupada gives us transcendental vision and takes us with him into the spiritual world…We sit silently for many minutes as the sun winks out—a quick glance at my watch says 9:15—and full dark descends on the room. Prabhupada holds us in a magic spell, and I sense this is a historic moment. Prabhupada has zapped us, convincing George beyond all doubt now. When he finally speaks, George clears his throat then says in husky voice, “I want to buy you an ashram, like this place. I will get my estate agents to start looking tomorrow.”