Please share your personal experience with a "Living Master" or Enlightened one

Sunny D, this is the best approach to anything about which our knowlwdge is limited and I appreciate(do not mean that it means anything to you or to anybody else)your approach very much and think it is the most reasonable one

I'd say ... it's possible, but why pick the big names? It is this sort of thing that makes something look more like a contrived marketing scheme than something real.

Speaking generally: never heard of "SriM"

He also meets his Guru who had been in the Himalyas at Hotel Taj dressed as a top executive.I was nothing less than flabbergasted reading his AB.He had worked with JK and he has so much knowledge in Indian philosophy. But his visions! I do not know what to say or think of it.Nick, if you want to know about him search the net and you can get a lot of details.
http://satsang-foundation.org/.There are details of his works and activities.It is worth searching this site.

I believe Meher Baba was the Avatar of the age. He dropped his body in 1969. His home was in Meherbad India. I was to young to meet him in person but I have certainly found him in my heart.I would like to tell you of a person who did meet Him an told her experiance.Her name is Swami Sivananda Radha . Her Master was Swami Sivananda.
While in a gift shop near Pune a lady asked her if she would like to meet someone very special and she said yes, her story follows.
Meher Baba was sitting in a chair and was receiving a long line of visitors.He was dressed in a white robe.He was sitting in a chair and people would come up and bow down to him or would kneel down and touch their head to his feet. He would then seize them by their shoulders, pulling thim up to him, he would then give them a warm embrace.
He would then hold the person at arms length and look in to his or her eyes with an expression of love that put me through a whole range of emotions.First there was surprise, then admiration, then a feeling of sharing in the happiness of the one he welcomed.After several hours that same warmth remained,that expression of love which communicated instanly, bringing tears to poor and wealthy, young and old alike.There were very beautiful women who had saris with real gold threads woven into them which must have cost a fortune,but there were also men and women whose clotes were tattered, with bugs running up and down the folds of their garments.
Meher Baba never changed in the outpouring of his love. An old toothless, tattered man would get just as much of his deep loving exprssion as a beautiful young woman .
Then he motioned me to come to him.I also bowed in reverence to him. I could do no less after having witnessed such a miraculous manifestaion of love that I can only regard as being of a divine nature. He then pulled me up and I looked into those dephtless pools of love that were his eyes. The empact was so great that the rest of days events were blotted out and all I could think of was him. "The Beloved"