Frank Baranowski

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The Aura of Sri Sathya Sai Baba

by Dr. Gamini Karunanayake
M.B.B.S. (Cey.) D.I.H. R.C.P. (Lond). R.C.S. (Eng).

Many people believe that all great saints and religious leaders have a large aura or halo around their bodies.

Pictures and drawings of Lord Buddha, Jesus Christ, Prophet Mohamed and Sai Baba clearly highlight this halo or aura.

Most people believed that this so called aura as depicted in the drawings was a myth and that the haloes were highlighted in order to enlighten the people about the greatness of these saints.

Is this halo or aura a reality or Myth ?

It is known that certain people especially those who are developed spiritually are able to see these auras.

In recent times it has been scientifically established that the halo around people is a reality.

An ultra sensitive camera called the ‘Kirilian camera’ originally produced in 1939 in Russia and subsequently re - invented in 1969 by an American called " Kendell Johnson" is able to photograph the haloes around people.

Professor Frank Baranowski; an American scientist attached to the University of Arizona has specialized in Bio - magnetic field radiation photography. He has photographed and interpreted the auras of many people with the ultra sensitive Kirilian camera. He possesses Kirilian photographs showing the energy rays and colours emanating from different people. It has been found that every one of us has an aura surrounding our bodies which extends to about 6 inches from our bodies. In people who are highly developed spiritually like saints and yogis. This aura extends to about 2 feet from their bodies. The colour of the aura varies from white to pink and blue.

The white in the aura indicates energy and the pink and blue indicate that the person is extending love and compassion towards others.

Professor Baranowski explains there are five different shades of auras denoting aesthetic, spiritual, intellectual, physical and moral aspects. These can all be scientifically explained. Professor Baranowski who had studied the auras of the great saints and yogis of India had heard about Sri Sathya Sai Baba. He went to White field in India and studied the aura around Sai Baba with the help of the Kirilian camera.

He was left breathless by the aura and colours emanating from the body of Sai Baba. Large thick bands of white, pink and blue flowed out from Baba’s body. The most amazing thing was that there were thick bands of gold and silver in the aura which he had never seen in any other human being.

These rays of love and energy emanating from Baba were enveloping the massive crowd at Darshan who had come to see him.

These people were absorbing the rays of energy and love given out by Baba. His aura extended to envelope the area in one mass or cloud of pink. It was all energy in the form of love that flowed from him.

It is said that people who go to see "Sai Baba" come back with renewed energy. It is like charging ones battery.

What about the size of the aura?

It was earlier stated that saints and spiritually developed people have an aura extending up to two feet from their bodies. It is also said that Lord Buddha had an aura which enveloped an entire city.

The aura extending from Baghavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba was so huge that its margin could not be defined. The aura extended beyond the horizon.

Professor Baranowski has concluded that Baba is not a human being and that he is a divine personality.

"Sai Baba" in his own words say that we are all God. He knows that he is God, whereas we do not know that we are God, although we have the potential to be God.

Italian Language Post on Frank Baranowski

Amore che cammina su due gambe
http://www.saibabalinks.org
Amore che cammina su due gambe
Testimonianza di un esperto dell'aura


«L'amore и Dio. Dio и amore». (Sri Sathya Sai Baba)

Il professor Frank Baranowski, americano, si и specializzato nella ricerca sulle aure, e lavora nell'universitа dell'Arizona. E' un esperto nel campo biomagnetico e nella fotografia delle radiazioni. Ha fotografato e interpretato le aure di innumerevoli uomini e donne con l'ultrasensitiva camera Kirlian.

Egli ha esaminato le auree di innumerevoli uomini di santa vita e di yogi, in India e altrove. La camera Kirlian и cosм sensibile da registrare l'aura che si estende dal corpo umano al di lа di esso, generalmente non visibile a occhio nudo. Questa camera, che ha preso il nome del suo inventore, venne realizzata in Russia nel 1939, ma tenuta segreta. Nel 1969 un americano, Kendell Johnson, la inventт una seconda volta e oggi la camera Kirlian viene usata in piщ di quaranta paesi. E' molto simile a un apparecchio per raggi X senza una lente, e registra fedelmente i campi e i colori di un'aura.

Il professor Baranowski spiega che alcuni posseggono la capacitа di vedere le aure con i loro occhi, e li addestra a valersi in modo esatto di questo dono. E' in contatto con esperti di scienze fisiche e con ipnotizzatori in relazione a vari studi da lui condotti sulla reincarnazione. Possiede fotografie Kirlian che mostrano i raggi energetici e i colori che emanano dall'uomo. E attraverso tali studi e altri simili sono oggi interpretati fenomeni come la guarigione per fede.

Il professor Baranowski ha letto molti libri su Sri Sathya Sai Baba, fra cui Sai Baba, the Holy Man and the Psychiatrist (Sai Baba, il santo e lo psichiatra) di Samuel Sandweiss. Si и chiesto se una tale personalitа esistesse realmente e se tutto quello che era stato scritto su di lui fosse vero. Poichй stava scrivendo un libro sulla reincarnazione, in base a casi studiati e ad altri fenomeni, si interessт all'affermazione di Sri Sathya Sai Baba di essre la reincarnazione di Shirdi Sai Baba. E non esitт a scrivere a Sri Sathya Sai Baba per chiedergli una prefazione al suo libro. Non conoscendolo personalmente, gli offrм una percentuale sui diritti d'autore. La sua lettera non ebbe risposta.

Il professor Baranowski dice che, nel corso dell'esame clinico di 16.000 persone, ha trovato che quasi il 90% di esse potevano ricordare, sotto ipnosi, esperienze antiche di 300 anni. Durante l'ipnosi esse regredivano in personalitа che avevano nomi diversi e parlavano altre lingue, come il francese del secolo XVII. Tutto questo, a suo giudizio, sembrava avere molta importanza per il problema del Karma e della reincarnazione.

Nel Natale del 1977 il professor Baranowski fu ospite in una casa in cui si cantavano bhajan. Non abituato a questa forma di celebrazione, egli si ritirт nella sua stanza al piano di sopra. Era lм, tranquillamente, al buio, quando fu colpito dall'improvviso accendersi di una candela sul tavolo. La fiamma illuminava una vicina immagine di Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

Non riusciva a capire chi avesse potuto accendere la candela, perchй era solo nella stanza. Non si era udito alcun rumore e nessuno era entrato. Come pteva essere apparsa improvvisamente una fiamma all'estremo della candela? Guardт l'immagine ed essa provocт in lui molte emozioni. Sembrava penetrarlo e fargli cenno. Pe run uomo di scienza tutto ciт era assolutamente inesplicabile.

Il pensiero di Sri Sathya Sai Baba rimase in lui molto dopo l'esperienza della candela. Egli decise di recarsi in India e di visitare Whitefield. La prima volta che vi andт, vide Sri Sathya Sai Baba apparire al balcone, e rimase senza fiato per l'aura e i colori che emanavano da lui. Larghe e spesse strisce bianche e rosse fluivano da lui: bianche, il colore dell'energia, e rosse, il colore dell'amore. E piщ ancora lo stupivano strisce d'oro e d'argento. Non aveva mai visto queste strisce sebbene sapesse che, in teoria, esistevano. Per la prima volta stava osservando una persona con un'aura d'oro brillante, che si muoveva e risplendeva come raggi di sole sull'acqua. Non riusciva a trarre respiro.

Osservт Sri Sathya Sai Baba nel parco di Brindavan per quasi una settimana. «Tanta energia e tanto amore fluivano da lui. Il rosso abbracciava la gente, andava e veniva. L'aura si diffondeva avvolgendo la zona come una massa o nube rossa. Era tutta energia in forma di amore che fluiva da lui. Molta di questa energia viene usata dalla gente: essa emana semplicemente da lui sugli uomini, ed essi la assorbono», disse con enfasi il professor Baranowski.

Ognuno ha un'aura. A volte essa ha un colore dominante. Ma una tale coloritura rossa in strisce larghe e spesse и qualche cosa di assolutamente straordinario. Una persona puт avere questo tipo di aura solo se ama in modo totale, emanando ed esprimendo amore, parlando e vivendo amore.

Sri Sathya Sai Baba ha anche larghe strisce di aura blu, oltre il bianco. Questo и almeno il doppio di quanto appare in una persona comune. E tutte sono circondate di rosso. Sono colori buoni e combinazioni eccellenti. Il professor Baranowski spiega che vi sono cinque differenti sfumature di aura (in sanscrito teja) denotanti gli aspetti estetico, spirituale, intellettuale, fisico e morale. Questi possono essere spiegati scientificamente. Ma l'aura che circonda Sri Sathya Sai Baba va oltre ogni spiegazione.

Il professor Baranowski mi disse che l'aura di Sri Sathya Sai Baba и al suo massimo quando vengono cantati i bhajan. Allora il rosso abbraccia tutta la gente che canta nella stanza e si estende oltre di essa.

«Non posso trovare una spiegazione scientifica per questo fenomeno unico», mi disse. «L'amore che egli genera ci avvolge e penetra in noi. La sua energia и assorbita da moltissimi... sembra infinita come il suo amore. Altrimenti nessun essere comune potrebbe sopravvivere a tanta attivitа, dopo che tanti gli hanno portato via tanta forza».

Il professor Baranowski lo vide parlare con una ragazzina in una fila di folla che aspettava di vederlo. Ella era invalida, in una carrozzella. «L'aura di Sai Baba divenne immensa mentre egli la toccava con delicatezza, e il suo amore (prema) fluм nella fanciulla».

Nel guardare entro gli occhi di Sri Sathya Sai Baba, il professore ebbe un'esperienza indimenticabile. Perchй, egli dice, «Gli occhi di Sai Baba risplendevano anche nell'interno, con il fulgore di un diamante. Ho visto molti occhi bruni, ma nessuno che potesse rifulgere come quelli nell'intimo, e tuttavia essi rifulgevano. Egli и amore. Egli и esattamente quello che dice di essere: una incarnazione di amore».

Sri Sathya Sai Baba creт un anello d'oro, con nove gemme, per il professor Baranowski quando egli meno se lo aspettava. Ed egli rimase sbigottito. «Il fatto avvenne a pochi pollici dai miei occhi, che sono scientificamente addestrati. E' incredibile come, usando energia, egli possa donare dell'oro».

«Io non sono cresciuto con credenze indщ. Sono cattolico, educato nella fede cristiana. E appartengo alla comunitа scientifica. Nel mio paese и difficile accettare qualcuno come Dio, perchй non и scientifico. Quando dico di avere visto il volto della divinitа i cui occhi erano luminosi, metto in giuoco la mia reputazione scientifica e i miei colleghi possono pensare che sia uscito di senno. Ma non vi bado. Perchй, secondo il mio giudizio e la mia esperienza, Sai Baba и, quanto all'aura, esattamente quello che dice di essere e che vorrebbe che tutti noi fossimo. E' puro e semplice amore: un amore che cammina su due gambe. E un tale amore privo di ogni egoismo non и altro che divinitа».

Tratto dal libro "Sai Baba. La divinitа vivente" di Shakuntala Balu
Shakuntala Balu, Sai Baba. La divinitа vivente. Milano, Armenia Editore, 1987, pp. 49-52

Anna Marg

Bob S joked as he traveled around India after having Baba's darshan..
sampling the delights of Indian cooking from the snowcapped Himalayas to
the warm seas in the south, from Bombay where hundreds of thousands gather to
send a Ganesha murti into the sea...to the west where Yogananda grew..
that his was the path of food.

Italian Actress

A kind disciplined and beautiful Italian actress went to see Baba. He greeted her, using the name
of the new role she had just gotten in a German movie, a name she had told no one.

Two Sets Of Glasses

The writer used to be the subject of ridicule for wearing 2 sets of
drugstore glasses ... to magnify enough to see print.

Now she wears no glasses, by Baba's grace. May Baba now heal all eyes, all spirits.

Pastel Water Colors... Intense Inks

http://jeannettecaruth.blogspot.com/

Jeannette Caruth, a mystic poet and artist, has penned a book poem to Swami.

Quotes

http://www.vahini.org/downloads
http://www.sathyasai.org
http://www.eaisai.com/baba
http://www.saibabalinks.org
http://saibabasquotes.blogspot.com/

No one but a self realized master can know all the Avatar says.. unless He wills it.

Thoughts On Nonjudging

THOUGHTS ON NONJUDGING



Sai Baba: God looks on sin as a mother looks upon her
baby's first halting attempts to walk

Jillelamudi Mother: The Mother sees no fault in any of her
children

Starseed Transmissions: You do not have enough data
to assign value to any action

Bible: Thou shalt not judge

Sri Yukteswar: The vanished lives of all are filled with many
shames. Therefore do not judge.

Ekagraha: Even to say "I forgive you" is an attack because
it is the perception of another's imperfection

Uri Geller is a Follower of Baba

Uri Geller is a devotee of Baba
http://www.uri-geller.com/baba.htm
http://www.uri-geller.com/baba8.htm
There is an online book he has written about Baba


With Baba in the Hills



Come to me with empty hands. I shall fill them with gifts and grace.

SATYA SAI BABA



One winter in Madras Sai Baba invited my wife and myself to spend the following June with him at his summer retreat at Whitefield, near Bangalore. We were filled with joy at the prospect, but we had learned by then that it is far wiser to have no firm expectations about Baba's future movements. There is such a colossal demand for his presence and time, and it seems that he goes wherever he is most needed; or in other words he does whatever is most relevant to the advancement of his mission. At least that is the interpretation we put on Baba's movements, but the fact is that they follow some law beyond our comprehension. So we told each other that we might, if lucky, be with him for a day or two at Whitefield. As for spending a whole month in his presence well, it was all right to hope, but presumptuous to expect.

Still in that state of mind, we arrived in Bangalore at the beginning of June and stayed the night with a fellow member of the Theosophical Society. He drove us in his car the next morning to Whitefield, which is on rising ground about twelve miles outside the city. On the way he explained that Whitefield had come into being as a British community, but that now there were very few Europeans left. It was, we found, a widely spread-out place, with most of the houses large and in broad, pleasant gardens. Eventually, set in a high brick wall, we found a gate with the name "Brindavanam" above it and a khaki-clad Gurkha on guard. We knew from the name that this was Baba's residence.

Just inside the gate was a cottage from which came a benign, snowy-haired man who proved to be Mr. M. S. Dixit. He installed us in a room of his cottage, which I supposed had been the lodge in former days, and gave us the good news that Sai Baba was in residence. We could see no signs of another house, and I wondered where Baba actually lived.

However, a little later in the morning Mr. Dixit led us across the tree-studded grounds, through wandering tribes of monkeys and up a flight of steps to a higher terrace. Here was a park-like garden of shrubs and covered walks and a good-sized house where we found Sai Baba surrounded by a party of resident guests, with many day visitors from Bangalore.

"Swami", as his devotees mostly address him, welcomed us like a mother who is happy that her children have come home. He offered us the choice of moving into the big house with him, in which case we would have to separate, Iris sleeping dormitory-style with the Women on one side of the house and I in the men's dormitory on the other. Or we could lodge where we were with Mr. Dixit, but have our meals and spend as much time as we wished in the big house. We chose the latter.

That morning we watched a "thread ceremony" in the central hall of Baba's residence. The boy receiving the sacred thread was the son of Mr. Jawa, owner of the Joy Ice-cream factories. The parents, grandmother and other family members, all of whom are Baba devotees, were present for the ceremony and the hall was crammed with spectators. Under Sai Baba's supervision, pundit priests from Prasanti Nilayam carried out the ritual. At the right moment Baba stepped into the centre of the scene, waved his hand in the now well-known manner, and from that occult niche in space which he sometimes calls "the Sai Stores" produced the necessary thread to place around the boy's neck.

After the ceremony came a feast on the broad verandah. We sat cross-legged on the floor in two long rows, eating Indian dishes from plantain-leaf plates while a servant kept the monkeys at bay with a pole. Swami walked around making sure that all his guests were happy. On this festive occasion men and women ate together, but normally at Brindavanam they use the dining room at separate times, Baba eating with the men and sometimes visiting the ladies to talk to them during their meals.

Sai Baba has found that it certainly would not pay him to advertise. Even without the benefits of publicity, crowds tend to impede his movements. So my wife and I felt honoured when he confided to us quietly that he was taking a small party to spend a couple of weeks with him at Horsley Hills, some ninety miles north of Bangalore, and we were overjoyed to learn that we were to be included in the party. All accommodation arrangements had been made by one of his devotees, Mr. T. A. Ramanatha Reddy, the Superintending Engineer of Roads and Buildings in the large area which included Horsley Hills. We should be ready to move, Swami said, in a couple of days' time. We understood that this was confidential information.

As we had expected to be away from headquarters at Adyar for the whole summer in various types of climate, we had a good deal of luggage with us. So we began to plan what to take and what to leave stored at Brindavanam. It was good, we thought, that Swami had given us plenty of warning. If anyone else at Brindavanam knew about the pending move, they said nothing - and we said nothing to anyone.

We prided ourselves on having learned to keep a secret, but we still had an important lesson to learn. Like Yama, the god of death, Baba may sometimes give you a warning but you can never know the exact time when his beckoning finger will be seen. Next morning we were awakened from our slumbers about 6 o'clock by a stern voice saying: "What, aren't you ready? Swami is leaving in five minutes' time."

It was a terrible situation; our things were scattered everywhere. We had neither showered nor dressed nor had a cup of tea, let alone packed. And Baba was waiting to take us away for two weeks. How long would he wait? Would he go without us? We staggered around blindly trying to think and throw things into suitcases.

The stern voice of the devotee at the window agreed to give us a quarter of an hour. But even that still presented an impossibility. When we came out in about half an hour with our cases and valises, we were told that Swami had left. Our hearts sank, but it was not as bad as it seemed; he had gone on ahead in one car, but left another for us. In it we found a few other lucky devotees bound for the hill station, including Mr. Ramanatha Reddy who was to guide us there.

In a forest a few miles along the route we were happy to see Baba's white car waiting beside the road, his red-robed figure and a small group of men standing beside it in the morning sunshine. He teased us a little about taking so long, looked startled at the amount of our luggage, then led the whole party in among the fragrant trees for a picnic breakfast.

After that there was a reshuffle of passengers and I had the privilege of my first journey with the great man himself. Raja Reddy, perhaps Baba's closest disciple at the time, was driving the car, two teenage boys sat in the back with Baba, while Ramanatha Reddy and I were in front with the driver. We rolled on through empty barren country and an occasional village or town with people teeming like ants over sugar. Slate-coloured rocky hills began to outline against the sky. The last town we passed through was Madanapalle, the birthplace of J. Krishnamurti. Just before we climbed the steep Horsley Hills we passed a road sign to Rishi Valley where the well-known school run by Krishnamurti's followers is located.

Right on the crest of the hills, some 4,800 feet above sea level, we came to the white Circuit House, our destination. It is not very large but has the comforts of a first-class hotel, being intended primarily as a guest-house for government ministers and important official visitors. Our host, Mr. Ramanatha Reddy, had been able to secure it for what was to his mind the V.I.P. of all V.I.P.s; Satya Sai Baba, plus whatever party the latter cared to bring along.

Besides the host and myself there were four males in the group: Dr. Sitaramiah, Mr. V. Raja Reddy and two teenagers; and there were half-a-dozen women, including three Indian princesses. Being the only married couple in the party, Iris and I were given a suite to ourselves. This was only two doors from Baba's suite, and opened onto a broad balcony from which there was a wonderful view of the country far below.

The plains were a smoky dun-and-green carpet, with isolated hills like children's blocks scattered carelessly over it, and the scores of water "tanks" shone like broken pieces of mirror fallen on the giant carpet. We were living up in the sky - in more ways than one. Here, we thought, we could at last have Baba to ourselves, just a small group of us. At last the ubiquitous crowds were left behind. We could live on intimate terms with this superhuman being from morning till night. We could see what his life was like and enjoy his wonders to the full.

No matter how early we arose in the crisp mornings we found that Baba was already up, usually sitting writing by his open door; he attends to his large correspondence himself, besides writing regular articles for his ashram magazine, Sanatana Sarati ("The Timeless Charioteer").

Sometime during the morning, after breakfast with us, he would gather all of us into a room for a spiritual discourse. This would often take the form of narratives from the Ramayana, the Mahabbarata, or the Srimad Bhagavata. Interpreting the stories, Baba would reveal in sharp relief the profound wisdom of Bhakti Yoga.

After a walk in the gardens, followed by lunch and a siesta, would come afternoon tea in the lounge. The first difficulty here was to persuade the Indian women to sit on chairs, for they thought it incorrect to be on the same level as their Swami. Indeed some to the very end insisted on sitting at his feet on the carpet, leaving empty chairs. But when Baba had managed to get the majority onto seats, albeit stiffly and ill-at-ease, he would usually launch into some comic theme, making us all laugh. Nevertheless, this always had practical hints and implications on the ethics of right living.

In the late afternoons or evenings the party frequently went for a drive, followed perhaps by a walk, weather permitting. Otherwise there might be another enlightening discourse by Baba. On one occasion we all visited an Indian village, far off the busy highways and beautifully, unbelievably silent. Here at the home of some Baba devotees we were entertained to dinner, while the whole village crowded around in the courtyard to see and be blessed by the avatar.

But within the first few days another element began to disturb the even tenor of our Horsley Hills idyll. Even in this remote spot the crowds began to gather. Somehow the word had spread that Sai Baba was in the area and people came from far and near, by car, by bus or on foot. Before breakfast the first few would appear, and then throughout the whole day a crowd would be standing in the grounds looking up at the balcony, waiting for the blessings of a look and a sign from Sai Baba.

And he never disappointed them. Often he would go out onto the balcony, look on them with loving compassion and raise his hand in a characteristic gesture of upliftment and benediction. Sometimes he would go down and walk among the visitors, talking with them and producing vibhuti or something else to help those who were sick or in trouble. If a crowd of poor people had come a long way on foot, he would give them all money so that they could go home by bus. Every evening he would bring all who were there into the large foyer and front corridor of Circuit House, and lead them and us in beautiful bhajan songs for half an hour or more.

Interspersing all these daily activities were the miracles of physical phenomena, several each day. Here are some of the more outstanding ones.



One afternoon soon after our arrival we all went for a drive and, leaving the cars, strolled about on a rocky knoll of the hills. Baba several times picked up a piece of broken rock, played with it awhile, and then threw it away. Finally, just as we were returning, he kept a piece about the size of a man's closed fist and carried it back to Circuit House.

Arriving there, he took us into one of the suites and sat on the carpet while we sat in a semi-circle around him. He began to talk conversationally on everyday topics, occasionally throwing the piece of rock a couple of feet in the air and letting it fall on the floor. Presently he tossed it over to me, asking:

"Can you eat that?"

I examined the rock closely. It was hard granite, streaky and rather lightish in colour. I admitted its inedibility and bowled it back to him - he was not more than two yards away from me.

He took the stone and, still chatting casually, threw it in the air again, while a dozen pairs of eyes watched expectantly. I felt that something strange was going to happen and never let the stone out of my sight. Now as it lay on the carpet I could see a slight change in its appearance. Although of exactly the same size and shape, and still streaky, it was a little lighter in colour than before.

Swami rolled it back to me across the carpet. "Can you eat it now?" he asked. To my amazement and joy it was no longer rock but sugar candy. Baba broke it into pieces, giving us each a portion to eat. It was sweet and delicious as candy should be. Is this an illusion, I wondered, are we all hypnotised? So I put a piece in my pocket. I still have it and it's still sugar candy.

I thought of the popular song about 'The Big Rock Candy Mountains' and jokingly said to him, "I wish you would turn the whole mountain into candy or chocolate." Baba seemed to take this seriously or maybe as a kind of challenge. Anyway he replied solemnly that it would not be right to interfere too much with Nature's housekeeping.

Then it occurred to me that my joke was rather superficial. If willpower, or whatever power it is, can transmute a small piece of igneous rock into an entirely different substance, why not a large piece? And why not into any substance? Gold, for instance? So how very important it is that a man who understands and can employ the occult laws of Nature, must be above Nature: must be beyond normal human desires for such things as power and material gain. Otherwise what might happen?

Writing on this them in the last quarter of the nineteenth century when a good deal of "physical phenomena" came before the public eye, A.P. Sinnett said1: "It is enough to say that these powers are such as cannot but be dangerous to society generally, and provocative of all manner of crimes which would utterly defy detection, if possessed by persons capable of regarding them as anything else but a profoundly sacred trust." He goes on to say that such powers in the hands of people willing to use them for merely selfish and unscrupulous ends are productive of disaster - as it is said to have been for the Atlanteans.

Today in our world men of exoteric science have learned the secret and hold the power of disintegrating matter into atomic energy, and this stands as a constant threat to the very existence of humanity on this earth. They have also learned to transmute base metal to gold though the process is too expensive to be economically and socially disruptive. A safeguarding law of occultism is that spiritual and moral advancement should keep pace with the growth of the intellect and the acquisition of the knowledge of Nature's deeper secrets. When this law is broken a dangerous situation must inevitably arise.



One sparkling morning I was walking with Swami and the two teenage youths in the gardens of Circuit House. Baba was wearing an ochre-coloured robe which fell like a smooth cylinder from shoulders to ground. As Iris had ironed some, of his robes a couple of days earlier, I knew for certain that they contained neither pockets nor places where anything could be concealed. His sleeves were straight and loose, without cuffs. He carried nothing in his hands.

One of the young men was returning to Bombay next day and wanted to take photos of Swami, so the latter posed for several pictures. Occasionally, as we strolled and talked, he paused to pick a berry or a bud from one of the shrubs. This he would examine with the concentration and thoughtfulness of a botanist: then after a while he would throw it away as if it were not quite suitable to some purpose he had in mind. Finally he picked a small bud from a bush, examined it, seemed satisfied and handed it to me, saying: "Keep that."

Soon afterwards we went back up the steps to the front entrance. Baba did not go to his own suite but walked straight into ours. He sat on an armchair while the young men, my wife and I gathered around him on the carpet.

Swami asked for the bud that he had given me. I handed it to him, and he held it in his fingers for a while, discussing it.

"What flower is it?" he asked.

We confessed our ignorance. He suggested that it might be a button rose and we agreed.

Then looking at me he asked: "What do you want it to become?"

I was at a loss to know what to say, so I replied: "Anything you like, Swami."



He held it in the palm of his right hand, closed his fist, and blew into it. Then he asked me to stretch out my hand. I gasped, and my wife gave a squeal of delight as from the theurgic hand that held the flower bud there fell into my open palm a glittering diamond of brilliant cut. In size it matched the bud, which had completely vanished.

Baba graciously presented me with this beautiful and amazing product of transmutation magic. I still have it.



We were on the floor around Baba expecting a morning discourse, perhaps one of those wonderful stories from Indian mythology which lead the mind to the deeper truths of life. However, before talking, he showed us a green leaf and wrote on it with his fingernail. Then he handed the leaf to me, but I could make nothing of the writing, which he said was a mantram in Sanskrit.

Next he asked for a book, and one of the ladies who occupied the suite passed him her Telegu grammar. Placing the leaf between the pages, he shut the book and tapped its cover several times. Now he opened it and took out the leaf. The writing was still on it, but instead of being green and fresh as it had been a moment before it was brown and so dry that it easily crumbled into dust.

Baba tossed the book on the carpet nearby and, after talking for a while, left the room. Well, I thought, on the face of it this miracle would not stand up to the sceptic; the brown leaf could have been somehow "planted" in the book earlier. So I picked up the volume and searched its pages for the missing green leaf, but could find nothing. Why am I doubting, I asked myself, when I have seen him do so many things equally incredible and inexplicable? Sai Baba had somehow blasted this leaf, as another One who stood above Nature had blasted a tree two thousand years ago. It was as if, for the leaf, many months of summer had been telescoped into that one magical moment when Baba tapped the book.



On the subtle planes of being, interpenetrating our physical plane of existence, there may well be classes of entities for whom our physical space would be actually non-existent: our "here" and "there" would be all one to them. The ancient wisdom teaches that there are such beings. It also teaches that a physical object can be disintegrated into a subtler substance, or "energy-system", which can be moved by some agency at near light speed, and reintegrated to form the original object. This is the general principle behind the phenomenon known as an apport; that is, so far as it is understood.

At Horsley Hills Sai Baba produced a particularly striking example of such telekinesis. One evening a party of us were sitting on the carpet in his suite; Ramanatha Reddy, the doctor, the young men, Iris and myself were there. Swami asked me the year of my birth, and when I told him, he said that he would get for me from America a coin minted there in that same year.

He began to circle his down-turned hand in the air in front of us, making perhaps half a dozen small circles, saying the while: "It's coming now . . . . coming . . . . here it is!"

Then he closed his hand and held it before me, smiling as if enjoying my eager expectancy. When the coin dropped from his hand to mine, I noted first that it was heavy and golden. On closer examination I found, to my delight, that it was a genuine milled American ten-dollar coin, with the year of my birth stamped beneath a profile head of the Statue of Liberty.

"Born the same year as you," Swami smiled.

What would the sceptics say about this, I wondered. Would they suggest that Baba carried around with him a stock of coins so that he would have one to match my year of birth. Such old American coins, now long out of circulation, would not be easy for him to obtain in India through normal channels.

I have no doubt whatever that this was one of Baba's many genuine apports. While he circled his hand before us, some agency under his will had dematerialised this gold coin at some place somewhere, carried it at space-annihilating velocity, and re-materialised it in Sai Baba's hand.

From where did it come? Who knows? Baba would never say; perhaps from some old hoard, hidden, lost, forgotten long ago, and now belonging to no one alive.



Although I had come to know through first-hand experience that Sai Baba was certainly not an impostor and that his miracles were genuine, I could not help thinking that the use of sand as a medium for production was something which gave fuel to the sceptic. Admittedly several of his followers had told me that in fact everything he had produced from sand he had also produced at other times without it - that is, from the air.

Even so, an objective psychical researcher, hearing the stories of the sand wonders, is bound to raise the queries: are the objects previously "planted" in the sand? Or does Baba by some lightning sleight-of-hand slip them in just before he digs them out? In fact, for anyone who had neither seen the miracles for themselves nor felt the spiritually elevating presence of Sai Baba, I suspected that "sand productions" must leave a bigger question mark in the mind than "other productions".

But this was because such events had not hitherto been fully and thoroughly reported to me by a careful observer. At a later period I had my own close observations of the sand miracles confirmed by several of India's leading scientists - but that is jumping ahead of the story.

The first point I want to make clear about my Horsley Hills experience of Baba's "sand productions" is that on the journey from Circuit House to the place of the miracles I sat in the front of the car with Sai Baba and Raja Reddy, who was driving. Baba carried nothing in his hands, and he was wearing his usual robe; none of the objects later produced could have been concealed on his person.

A few miles from Circuit House the car, and several other vehicles following it, stopped by the roadside. We all got out and went to a patch of sand some fifty yards away which had been seen from the road on an earlier journey.

Baba asked the young men in the party to make him a sand platform, so they scraped and pushed the sand with their hands to build a flat stage about, a foot high and four feet square. Baba sat cross-legged in the middle of this and the party clustered in a semi-circle around him. I was in the front row of the spectators, right at the edge of the sand platform. The thought, passed through my mind that if any object had previously been buried here, near where Baba was sittting, he would have to dig down more than a foot through the newly-piled sand to reach it.

He began as usual with a spiritual discourse which, apparently, always has the effect of harmonising and purifying the psychic atmosphere around. Maybe this is a necessary preparation for the miracles. Then with his forefinger he made a drawing on the surface of the sand just in front of him, and asked me what it was. From where I sat it looked rather like a human figure, and I told him so.

Laughing, and with the expression of a happy child playing on a beach, he scooped up the sand to form a little mound above the drawing, about six inches high. Still with an air of happy expectation he put his fingers lightly into the top of the mound, perhaps an inch down, and drew out, head first, a silvery shining figure, like the drawing he had made. It was a statue of the god Vishnu, about four inches in height. He held it up for everyone to see, then put it to one side, smoothed out the mound before him to make a flat surface again, and began once more to discuss spiritual topics.

Soon he made another drawing in the sand on the same spot as before. Again he scooped sand over it, making a mound - a wider flat-topped one this time. Again with a happy chuckle he felt with his finger-tips into the top of the mound and scraped a little sand away; less than an inch down was a photograph. He pulled it out, shook the yellow grains away, and held it up for us to see. It was a glossy black-and-white print, about ten inches by eight.

He passed it around for some of us to look at closely, and later I examined it at leasure back at our quarters. It was a photograph of the Hindu gods and avatars, standing in two rows to form a forward-pointing arrowhead, with Lord Krishna in the foreground at the tip. Heads of Satya Sai Baba and Shirdi Baba could be seen as small inserts on the body of Krishna. This print, I felt, was not produced in any earthly studio. Baba later gave it to Mr. and Mrs. T. A. Ramanatha Reddy, our hosts. It stood with the unearthed statue of Vishnu for some days on a side table in the dining room at Circuit House.

Other objects produced from the sand in the same manner went to various people in the audience. There were, for example, a jappamala (rosary) for Mr. Niak, the Collector of Kolar District, and a pendant which was given to a revenue officer.

But there was one supreme production from that sand patch of which we all had a share. Baba did his outline sketch, which I could see from where I sat was a little container of some kind. Then, in the usual way, he scraped the top sand with his open hands to make a tiny hill above the drawing. Pausing a moment with a delighted smile, he felt into the crown of the hill and took out a silver-coloured container. This was of circular shape with a neck and a screw-top. At a guess its spherical bowl would be perhaps two and a half inches in diameter.

Sai Baba unscrewed the lid and a wonderful perfume pervaded the air. Putting the container to one side, he went through the same process again of drawing and mound-building. This time the product was a golden spoon like a small teaspoon. With this he stirred the contents of the bowl and, standing up, began to give some to each of his spectators.

Like the others I opened my mouth while he poured a spoonful onto my tongue. The word that came into my mind was "ambrosial"; it seemed nothing less than the food of the gods; it suggested a mixture of the essences of the most heavenly fruits, the divine archetypes of the loveliest fruits of earth. The taste is quite indescribable; it has to be experienced.

The devotees call this glorious nectar amrita, which has much the same meaning as ambrosia - the food of the immortals. Several devotees, including some westerners like Nirmalananda and Gabriela, had told me about seeing it produced on rare occasions from the sand, and all tried in vain to describe its exquisite taste and aroma. Others, including Dr. Sitaramiah, had witnessed Baba produce amrita by squeezing his own hand, and in other ways. But no one at this time had seen manifestation of amrita for about three years, and I was very grateful that Baba had given my wife and myself this personal experience of a thrilling, deeply-moving miracle. It was witnessed on this occasion at Horsley Hills by about forty-five men and more than a dozen women. Baba went around giving some to all, except to the women who were staying at Circuit House. There was enough amrita for everyone to have a spoonful each and the bowl was still not empty.

Baba handed it to me to carry back to our quarters. I felt very honoured and held it carefully in my hand as we drove up the sharp bends to the crest of the hill. Sand still clung to the designs carved on the silvery metal, which, I way told was the sacred alloy panchaloha. On the balcony of Circuit House I handed the container back to Baba and he straight away walked around giving some to each of the ladies who had not yet tasted the "food of the gods".

I sometimes wondered afterwards what had happened to the little bowl but about a year later a Bombay devotee told me he had visited Baba at Horsley Hills a day or two after the event and been presented with the panchaloha container. It still held some amrita which he and his family enjoyed, and the miracle bowl now occupies a place of honour in his home.

So here are the answers to the two points raised by my inner psychical researcher. First, the objects could not have been previously hidden in the sand patch ready for Baba to take out because they came from the top of a mound, made before our eyes, on the top of a foot-thick sand stage, also built while we watched. Secondly, even if Baba could have carried the objects to the sand patch that night without my seeing them, an utter impossibility, he could not by the most expert legerdemain have slipped such articles as a glittering idol, a large photograph, a bulky jappamala and a shining bowl of nectar into the sand under our noses without our being aware of the fact. If he could, he is superior to the most expert conjuror and should be making fame and fortune on the stage as an entertainer.

Quite apart from the miraculous production of such objects there is the strange mystery of the amrita itself - its ambrosial out-of-this-world quality, its power (shown on various occasions) to increase in quantity to meet the needs of whatever numbers happen to be present. What, I wondered, was its actual significance? I determined to ask Sai Baba about this at the first opportunity.

Notes

1Esoteric Buddhism, by A.P. Sinnett (now out of print)

I And My Father Are One

Swami gave the writer a dream in which she was standing half way down
a Christian church in Charlottesville in an aisle. He walked down the aisle from
the back of the church, took hold of her hand, said to her "I and my Father
are One" (repeating Jesus' statement). Then He walked on to the altar.
There were many meanings in this dream koan .. one of which was she should see
no separation between Jesus and the Avatar... a second became apparent to her
when she found the beautiful book by Al Drucker about Baba. It is called
"I And My Father Are One" and is available online at http://www.atmapress.com

In purity has fallen into the Sanskrit character Om.... the snow of Mt. Kailash

OM IN THE SNOW

In purity has fallen into the Sanskrit character Om.... the snow of Mt. Kailash.

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Breaking Addiction's Chains

My friend and I prayed to Swami for her loved ones and mine...
in one case I prayed for the breaking of nicotine chains
.... and found out that my friend had shortly after the prayer
gone to an acupuncturist and had not had a desire for
a cigarette in the 24 hours since

In another case, Baba instantaneously removed the strongly
marketed desire for nicotine.

In a third case, He took away the desire slowly.

Held Up By Water

BABA'S THREE QUESTIONS...
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An old merchant from Kuppam arrived late one evening by car with his
family. As soon as Baba saw him, He asked, "How deep is the well?" I
thought the inquiry was about a well he was digging in his field, but
his son told me a very thrilling story.

V.R was suffering from acute stomach pain for over ten days and the
doctor in attendance left him one dark January night about 10PM.
Every one went to bed and all was quiet. An hour later, it was
noticed that V.R was not in his bed! Minutes passed, he did not
return. A feeble voice was heard from the distance, "Amma! Amma!".
The sons ran helter skelter and discovered that the voice emanated
from the well! It was 50 yards away from the house, 10 feet across ,
with water 25 feet deep, an irrigation well , with a wall all around,
slabs criss - crossing the depth, with a pumping set worked by an
electrically operated engine. The old man had fallen into it!

It was pitch dark, but, with the help of a torch it was found that
the old man was most miraculously standing erect close to the wall
with no apparent foothold, more than half his body immersed in the
water. He was praying aloud to Sathya Sai, his only succour.
Shuddering and shivering, one of the sons got down the well and tied
a rope round the waist of the old man; others went about frantically
calling for help, but they could collect only two timid individuals.
Then, as luck would have it, or rather as Baba willed, the Sub-
inspector of Police (whoever could have expected him of all people to
pass that way?) butted in to find out the reason for their commotion.
He helped in the rescue, by letting down a sofa for the old man and
slowly lifting him up.

The doctor, who was called in, was stunned because there was not a
single scratch or cut on the body; the patient was perfectly normal
and unconcerned and was reciting Baba's Name. He looked as if he had
just returned from a bath in the Chithravathi! How could he have
stood erect, clinging to the side of the well, with 25feet of water
beneath him? That was the wonder, the wonder of all who could not
grasp that the escape was Providential, nay, Sathyasaidential, to be
more exact.

A family came from Nellore and stood facing the portico of the
Prasanthi Nilayam. Baba appeared before long and He asked
them, "Where is the dog that took your son up the Hill?" I thought
the question referred to some pet dog which was faithful and
intelligent and I asked them whether my surmise was correct. No; it
was not. It seems his son left the house one night with out notice, a
week previously. Since he was not in the best of health, either
physically or mentally, the parents were naturally very worried; they
telegraphed to Baba; they searched all likely and unlikely places. In
the morning, someone came and gave them a clue…. he might have gone
to Tirupathi. So, they hastened to that place and drove up the Hill
and arrived at the Temple, to discover the boy there! He had climbed
the steps in spite of his ill health, because, as he said a lovely
little dog had inspired him and guided his steps. Its seems that dog
appeared suddenly from nowhere just after the first few steps; it
would climb seven or eight steps and sit looking affectionately
towards the boy, encouraging him to do likewise, urging him on, and
intimating to him that it was all so easy. Without knowing how, the
boy had followed the dog, talking to it and inspired by it, never
doubting its intentions or its authenticity as guide. A few yards
from the Gopuram of Sri Venkatachalapathi Temple, the dog melted
away. That was the story the son related to the astounded parents on
the Hill and at Puttaparthi to me, when I asked him about the dog,
that was mentioned by Baba, as soon as they came.

An officer who had to tour uninhabited tracts and jungles for at
least a few months every year as part of his official duties came to
Puttaparthi; he was looking up the verandah on the first floor of the
Nilayam, to get a glimpse of Baba. Presently, Baba appeared and
recognising him, asked, "Did you get the lorry I sent?" I thought the
man was a businessman who had dispatched a lorry to Puttaparthi and
was expecting it back. But the man had a different story to tell!

He said that the question revealed to him that the arrival of a
lorry, along a god forsaken jungle road to pick him up from his sick
bed and convey him to the nearest doctor, 40 miles away, was the act
of Baba and the saving of his life by that doctor's timely
ministration was a Satyasaidential act of mercy. It seems he had
developed a septic wound while in camp and that he had fallen into
delirium on account of the fever. It was raining terribly and thunder
roared overhead. He prayed to all the Gods he knew, including Baba,
but, found no ray of hope, for he was on the very center of no man's
land. Then, suddenly, he heard the noise of a passing lorry. Yes. The
driver had lost his way and was nosing his way about the jungle
tracks. His servants ran after it shouted desperately, and caught it,
by the side of a deep nullah, where it had perforce to stop. That
lorry saved his life.

And, now, he knew that Baba had sent it!

(ARTICLE WRITTEN BY LATE PROF.KASTURI, SANATHANA SARATHI APRIL 1961
ISSUE)

Four Stories Of The Divinity Of Matter

Ekagraha: "Do not ask the insane ego what is the reality of what
you see as a rock. See the rock as God... and it will
glow... it will answer your questions.. it will heal you.."

RUBY LINGAM FROM THE AMARNATH CAVE


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Ruby Lingam, from the Amarnath Cave
He repeats what Shirdi Sai Baba said so often: “I give them what they want, so they will want what I have to give!” ...


A couple of years ago Baba gave me a special gift, in a highly unusual way; I think you’ll agree the story lends weight to my assertion of Baba’s divinity. A man named Rouf (pronounced “Roof”), who owns one of the shops near Baba's ashram, saw me on the street one day and told me he'd had a “Baba dream” about me, and that he had something to give me. I was a bit put off, but several weeks later finally paid him a visit, and as we sipped sweet tea in his shop, he told me his story:

"Last summer I went on a pilgrimage to some holy places up North. Hardwar, Rishikesh, Kashmir, and then the Amarnath Cave, in Himalayas. It's closed eight months a year from snow, no way to get in. And in this cave, you've heard of it? There's this naturally formed Lingam, a huge one, made of ice. [A Lingam is an elliptical symbol of the Supreme Being, used in the worship of Lord Shiva.] Shiva and Parvati actually lived in this cave - it's one of the holiest shrines in India. So I'm sitting outside this cave - and suddenly these two white birds... What are they called? Doves. Two doves flew out of the cave. And as they flew over my head, one of them dropped something in my lap. And in that moment, I heard, 'This is for Ram Das.'"

"Wait,” I said incredulously. “You heard that inside, from God? Or from the bird?"

"Yes, yes," he replied, with the affirmative Indian head wobble. "The bird."

Rouf reached down and unwrapped a small package, and then held up the precious object: a radiant red Lingam. "Ruby!" he said. "A ruby Lingam."

"A Prema Lingam!” I replied, awed at the beautiful cosmic egg God had given. (Prema means ‘Divine Love’.)

"Yes." Rouf held it up to the light and smiled. "But the problem was," he continued, "I didn't know who is this Ram Das. I had forgot your name. So I prayed for two weeks, every day, "Baba, who is this Lingam for? Who is this Ram Das?" Finally, one night Baba came in my dream. He showed me you, and said, 'This is Ram Das. Give it to him.'"

Rouf handed me the Lingam, which fit beautifully in the palm of my hand. I was speechless - what a bizarre story! Like something out of Tolkein, except the "Lord of the Rings" who had sent this was the supreme Lord of Love, incarnate in human form! What an amazing leela - what a gift!

I held the sacred object to my chest for a while, drawing in its energy, and then said, "You know, Rouf, there's another interesting aspect to this. In the book I'm working on, there's a ladder of concepts you can climb to reach the Truth. Once you climb it, you then step off the ladder onto the Roof - the Supreme Reality, where no mind exists, where no concepts can ever reach. So in my book, the word 'Roof' is equated with the Supreme Being. And this gift has come to me from the 'Rouf'!”

God bless Rouf for passing the Lingam on to me, without the slightest hint of request for payment of any kind. May he ever live up to his high name!

Clearly, Sai Baba stops at nothing to express His love for His devotees... Is it not obvious, He is an incarnation of God?

His True Mission

In understanding Baba's miracles, it's important to remember His own words on the subject: He says that in comparison with His true mission, His miracles are “like a mosquito on an elephant’s back.” He repeats what Shirdi Sai Baba said so often: “I give them what they want, so they will want what I have to give!” He says He has come not to manifest rings or bless us with promotions and healings - the purpose for His incarnation is to usher in a new age of Divine Peace on Earth, and establish divine qualities in our hearts:



“This Sai has come in order to achieve the supreme task of uniting the entire mankind as one family through the bond of brotherhood, of affirming and illumining the Atmic Reality of each being in order to reveal the Divine, which is the basis on which the entire Cosmos rests. This Sai has come to instruct all to recognize the common Divine Heritage that binds man to man, so that man can rid himself of the animal and rise into the Divine, which is his goal. This Sai has come to show that Love - Prema - is the easiest way to reach the Divine.”

Baba’s Own Words

And what does Baba Himself say?

“The totality of Divine Energy has come unto humanity as Sathya Sai. This is a human form in which every Divine Entity, every Divine Principle, that is to say all the names and forms ascribed by man to God are manifest.” He says He is the Father who sent Jesus - but then adds that we are also God, but have forgotten.
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LIVING STONES

The Divinity Of Rocks
God in a rock
If God can be in a rock... then why not in man?

A noted geologist who heads the Geology Department of a major University was witness to one of Baba's materializations. Baba picked up a rough piece of granite to ask the scientist what it contained. The geologist mentioned some minerals. Baba insisted, "I don't mean those, but something deeper." He continued, "Well molecules, atoms, electrons, protons..." Baba wasn't satisfied, "No, no, no, go deeper still." The geologist professed his ignorance.

The Baba took the rock, blew on it, and gave it back to the geologist. The geologist was flabbergasted, for the rock had been transformed into a statue of Krishna playing the divine flute. Baba admonished him, "You see, beyond your atoms and all, God was in the rock, God is sweetness and joy. Break off Krishna's foot and taste it".

The geologist found no difficulty in breaking the statue and tasting the foot. It was candy with a sweetness all its own. No wonder Howard Murphet one of Baba's biographers, has said, "Science gives but the first word; the last word is known only to the great spiritual scientists like Sai Baba."

If Baba can transform rock into God... and we have the geologist's word for it - then why not the human being already charged with the divine afflatus or divinely imparted knowledge?

Apart from his own prodigious spiritual image which encompasses millions of devotees, Baba uses the 3000 and more Sai spiritual educational, and social service institutions throughout the world to spread His message with the objective of transforming the common people into a race of enlightened Godmen and Godwowen.

From: Spiritual Impressions, Puttaparthi, Mar-Apr. 1997, pag. 52
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WEEPING SARIS


Weeping Saris: The Consciousness Of Matter
Baba speaking about tears in cloth:

I asked that about a hundred saris be brought, so that I could select some for distribution to the women workers at Anantapur who are helping build the Sathya Sai College there! I selected 96 and asked them to return 4 to the shop. I kept the 4 aside and the 96 were placed in my room. Later when I passed the table on which the four discarded saris were kept (Hislop was standing by the side of that table) it was noticed that the cardboard box which contained the four saris was dripping tears! The saris were weeping that they could not get appreciation from me and were declared unfit. Yes! They had shed tears. You may ask whether this is ever possible. I answer, there is nothing in this world which has no heart, which is incapable of feeling joy and grief! Only you must have the eye to see, the ear to listen, the heart to respond!

Lord Mahavira, founder of the Jain religion: Kill not. Cause no pain.
Oath of Hippocrates: (Hippocratic oath taken by all physicians): First do no harm.
From a science journal: The fact that metal has memory is indicated by its tendency even after perfectly reflattened.. to bend in the direction it was previously bent.
From the movie "The Education of Little Tree" with Australian actor James Cromwell: One should be able to feel the earth through his moccasins. (This is not an endorsement of leather.. but an affirmation of Native American sensitivity to all living beings.)
Sai Baba of Shirdi: Never harm a snake or a scorpion. He will only harm you if ordered to do so by God. If so ordered there is nothing you can do about it. (Nevertheless Swami protect us all from attacks by snakes and scorpions.) -Sai Baba-






DEVOTED CAR

Professor N Kasturi, who had once repeatedly ridiculed Baba in the pages of the Indian version of the British
Punch magazine, and who was a management employee of All India Radio, became a follower
... his heart made aware of Baba's unfathomable kindness.

Once he was following Baba in a car caravan... one after another, parts began to fall off Kasturi's car.
When they arrived in the village, he took it to a mechanic who said "It is physically impossible for this car
to have arrived." Later he said to Baba "Did you do this miracle... because we are good devotees? Baba replied
jokingly: "Not you.. but the car... the car is a great devotee!"

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Temple Resurrections
Temple Resurrections



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Dynamos of Grace



Baba visited the foremost Saivite Shrine of India, Varanasi and the foremost Vaishnava shrine, Badrinath in 1961 in order to infuse spiritual power in those dynamos of Grace. At Varanasi, He created a unique jewel to be placed on the idol of Visweswara declaring that it has the mystic might to charge that symbol of the Lord with Divine potency. At Badrinath, He drew from under the present Narayana image, a Nethra-linga which was brought from Mount Kailasa, and ceremonially installed there, by no less a person than Sankaracharya about twelve hundred years ago! This Nethralinga when it emerged at the call of Baba, created a chapter in history; a Linga as the basis of the celebrated Vaishnava shrine was a welcome reminder of the basic harmony of Saivites and Vaishnavites.

Tradition has it that the present Narayana idol at Badrinath was thrown by alien hands into the Alakananda River and that after long and strenuous asceticism, Sankaracharya was rewarded with the revelation that it was sunk in the Narada Kund of that river. Sankaracharya recovered it and installed it at its present site.

Therefore, when Baba announced that the Nethralinga was the original nucleus which had to be "energised" by Him with suitable rites and ceremonial ablutions with the sacred waters of Gangotri, golden Bilva leaves and Thumme flowers, which Baba miraculously procured all this on the spot, even the Trustees of the Badrinath temple were pleasantly surprised!

Baba spoke of the Linga as being one of the Five Lingas which Sankaracharya brought from Kailasa and installed in India, and so, the wonder grew; earnestness to know more of this divine mission of Sankara was aroused in many. Those who know Him accepted the accuracy of this exalted origin of the Linga which they were privileged to see for some precious minutes on that never-to-be-forgotten day.Thursday, Aug 11, 2005 - 10:30am (PDT) Edit | Delete | 0 Comments
Ekagraha, Amrita Fountain
Ekagraha


Thoughts Of Ekagraha, a pen name for a devotee of Baba



"Even to say 'I forgive you' is an attack
for to think there is something to forgive
is to have the perception
that all is not perfection."

"Do not ask the insane ego what is the reality of what
you see as a rock. See the rock as God... and it will
glow... it will answer your questions.. it will heal you.."

"A first ray soul will feel like a fish out of water at
a second ray ashram."

"One technique in Buddhist monasteries is that the neophyte
fasts for a week.. and begins to hallucinate... then he
is reminded that nothing he is hallucinating is real."

"You are sleeping on the lap of God dreaming that you are
in hell. All you need do is awaken."

"If you say that God is the Doer and you are not,
you create a schism of God and notGod."

"One puts a plank on the ground and walks across it.
Another hesitates to walk across the same plank set
between 2 skyscrapers. What is the difference? Fear."

"Activists sometimes project their turbulence onto others."

"You belong to Baba: the planets have no hold over you."

"You are one with God. Therefore you are the Doer, the Dreamer.

Before some are able to act with Godpower on the physical plane, they
act on the astral."

"Do not be like those who use the equation E =MC squared
without understanding it."

"When one feels bad about himself
he reverses his magnet and repels people.
The opposite is also true."

"Repression only causes re-emergence later. Witness thoughts
as passing clouds. Detach rather than repress."

"Her motto was 'boycott everything'."

"Forced ahimsa (nonviolence) is violence."

"As long as you see suffering, you give it power."

"God has given you the power to make sin real. (or to melt away sin)

"Baba teaches not only that we we are not our bodies, feelings or
minds, but that we should go beyond identification even with
our souls to realization of our Godhood."


"Masters come not to preach but to awaken."

"I am the way means seeing Christ in all. Do not create a schism by
seeing the nonChrist."

"Do not stone Christ with literal truth."

It is said that the mind is the slayer of the real.

(Ekagraha is Sanskrit for 1 pointedness) (eka: one graha force)





---------
AMRITA FOUNTAIN

I'm a medical doctor of about 20 years experience in this field. Now
I'm in private practice. I'm born in year 1955. The background: I
came to know about Sathya Sai Baba of Puttaparthi, India about 3
years ago, and ever since it I got stuck to Him as it was beyond my
explanation his miracles.

The incident: Now I don't write about second experiences. I write
first hand experiences, that's what I've myself observed. I pray Sai
Baba. One day I noticed liquid coming out the picture of Sai Baba
from outside the glass. It was pouring out from the site of his
blessing palm, but only little in quantity. It dripped down slowly.
My wife is also medical doctor. I've 2 daughters, one 7 years, one 9
years. There's no foul play. The question is: How can this liquid
issue forth from the picture of Sai Baba, from the glass outside? In
fact the neighbouring Lord Ganesha picture was 'sweating' similar
amrith also from all over the glass. How do you explain this? This's
the question. Since you expound the unexplainable, please explain
this phenomena.

Dr Madhini Bhanu Theja,theja@mail.tm.net.my




Thursday, Aug 11, 2005 - 10:25am (PDT) Edit | Delete | 0 Comments
Master of Nature
Master of Nature
http://www.srisathyasai.org.in/page...cles/Nature.htm

Master of Nature


It was on a cloudy June evening that Baba was addressing an open air
meeting at Mercara. The sky was overcast and gloomy rumblings of
approaching rain could be heard, not far away. In fact, the rain
poured on the hills on the horizon, stepped nearer and nearer, and
came as far as Mahadevpet, half a mile away. Baba spoke quietly and
calmly, holding the audience spell-bound, for over an hour and a
half; at the end, He said, " Now, you can go home, for in about ten
minutes you will get the rain that ought to have drenched you by
now. " And, wonder of wonders, the rains came, as announced, ten
minutes later, to the very second !

The Chitravathi River at Puttaparthi is subject to sudden floods, for
it rises in the Nandi Hills and heavy rains in that region in Mysore
State will bring down the waters many feet deep all along the miles.
The Prasanthi Nilayam was built on an eminence away from the village
to avoid these periodical floods which in some years invade the old
Mandir, entering the prayer Shed, the kitchens and all the
surrounding area. On many such occasions , Baba has stood on the edge
of the water and said, "Ganga ! It is enough, go back." and the
waters have not risen more. Some years ago, during Navarathri, when
the (Narayana Seva) feeding of the Poor was on, it rained all round
the Nilayam, but not a drop fell in the precincts where people were
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Texas Physician
Texas Physician
Dr. (Mrs.) Meenakshi Chintapalli
3722, Hunters Point, San Antonio
Texas - 78230, USA
mkchintapalli@yahoo.com
http://www.vedamu.org
http://www.saibabalinks.org

Dr. (Mrs.) Meenakshi Chintapalli is a practising Physician in Texas, USA. Her husband Dr. Kedarnath is a practising Radiologist there. Both of them and their two daughters happen to be devotees of Bhagavan. They visit Prasanthi Nilayam very frequently for Darshan of Bhagavan. Dr. Meenakshi records a couple of instances of her experience of the Divinity of Bhagavan, in her own words.

Swami had given me many reveries, many dreams and many personal experiences in medical seva and personal life as well. Many a time I had very rough waters that shook my boat in the deep sea of life with tidal waves. If not for these experiences, I would have lost my health and mind both. Although the sea has tidal waves and rough water shocks, the anchor is the dearest and most lovable and loving Bhagawan who is the very breath of my life.

My husband Dr. Kedarnath had to have 4 bad discs removed as an emergency surgery on March 15, 1995. He underwent surgery for over 5 hours. We never knew, on the day of the surgery, if he would ever walk properly!

Swami sent Vibhuti packets, many of them, 2 days after Shivaraatri. Those packets finally reached us in the USA 21 days after surgery.

I had a dream in the same period. My husband and I entered a dark cave. Suddenly I saw a flood of light, which made my eyes flicker, as the light could not let me open my eyes. I still persevered in opening and peering into that intense light, that made me look at Swami in the Ananta Padma Nabha position and lot of vibhuti was falling. I made a comment to my husband 'why is Vibhuti on Vishnu?'

My husband said I was imagining things, as he could not see anything in that light. I held my hand and a heap of vibhuti filled my hands and became a 'Vibhuti Pandu'. It was so heavy that I passed it on to my husband. Next, a feminine hand, very fair and wearing a bracelet with Lotus flowers stretched in front of me, filled with kumkum. I held my hand and it was filled with kumkum. I gave that also to my husband.

Then lots of nectar, honey, food, rice all filled up my hands and they were so heavy and soaked that I did not know what to do. The dream ended.

After this dream, Swami's vibhuti for my husband reached us. The whole dream is so vivid and I can see the scenes in my eyes today. Was it a dream or a memory of this Atma?

Our family, our two daughters, my husband and I, planned a visit for India on the 29th of December 2002. My husband had started with back pain on the 26th. It got worse on the 30th when we reached Frankfurt. We had plans to visit Agra, Jaipur, etc after reaching New Delhi. Though we could visit Agra, we cancelled our visit to other places and went straight to Hyderabad to my parents' house, in view of the continuing problem of my husband.

We celebrated the New Year at Hyderabad with the extended family. My husband had a cup of coffee in the morning on January 1. By 6:30 a.m., he could not get up from the sofa where he was seated, owing to severe back pain. He developed numbness and weakness of his right leg. It was a neuro-surgical emergency.

Through a friend we went and saw a neurologist and had my husband admitted to the Hospital. I sent my heartbroken children to be with Swami than worry over their dad's health in Hyderabad. I brought my husband home on the 6th evening, and took off to Prasanthi Nilayam entrusting my husband to a relative to take care of him. At that time, he was in the wheel chair even to go the bathroom. He was very weak. He wanted to go back to the USA some how. He cancelled his engagements in India. I had pleaded for his permission to go and see Swami and lay the problem at his feet. I had no courage to go through the surgery again, nor did he!

I missed the morning Darshan on the 7th. Swami came straight to me in the afternoon of that Golden Day, the 7th of January 2003. He chided me for sending kids alone. He asked me if my husband was still in Hyderabad (Swami knows everything). He asked me what our plans were. I explained that I wanted to stay for Vaikuntha Ekaadasi, Pongal and then go to Bombay for the meetings. The ill health and misfortune had changed the plans. I reiterated to Swami that I was there to seek Bhagavan's guidance as to my husband's health, and see if we could avoid surgery.

Swami stood there for 15-20 minutes listening to me devotee. He created vibhuti for both the children, seated with me, who had tears pouring down their cheeks, and reassured them not to worry about their father, and that he was taking care.

On the 8th of January Swami came to me and asked me how we were doing and what our plans were, still testing my devotion and surrender. I explained again that my husband was planning to leave for the USA via Bombay on the 9th evening, after we went back to Hyderabad on the 9th morning. Swami said 'manchidi' (good).

I was in a shock!! I was hoping that Swami would tell me not to worry, that surgery was not needed, or to bring him here, or something like that. I was disheartened, dejected. I was close to losing my mind. I did not know what to say, but I pulled my courage and asked Swami, 'Swami, is that all? So, we should go back to the USA via Bombay, Swami?' Then Swami made a comment, 'If not from Bombay, do you go to the USA from Prasanthi Nilayam?' Some people laughed, and I felt that I had asked a stupid question, when the Divinity was standing there and talking to his devotee. I kept quiet and felt very depressed and disappointed. Swami moved on.

All of a sudden, a few minutes later, a thought crossed my mind that Swami was asking me if I would like to leave for the USA from Prasanthi Nilayam? I checked that with a very ardent devotee of Swami, seated near me. She also felt the same. I ran to the room, with sobs that were loud and uncontrollable, and penned very few lines on a small sticky note. I wrote 'Swami, you are the Doctor of Doctors. We are nobody in front of your creation. If so, why do you not decide for me about my fate? Why cannot you tell me what to do? Why will you not take my life into your fold? I am scared and I am depressed!! Please take care of our lives - Anyatha Sharanam Naasti, Tvameva Sharanam Mama!'

I returned with the note, and requested to be seated alongside the carpet, as Swami exited on the female doctors' side after the Bhajan.

If Swami wills, nobody resists! Swami saw me intensely, as I could not hide anything from Bhagavan. He looked at me as though that I should not have cried that much as I have Him as my very life-breath protecting me (Nenu neeku vundagaa, nuvvu anta edavaala?). As Swami looked at me, I waved the note in my hand. He tried to ignore it, but accepted it looking into my eyes. I felt relieved.

During the evening Darshan, Swami came to me and stood for about 20 minutes, and planned for getting my husband to Prasanthi Nilayam by the 9th morning. Bhagawan said, 'If you can make arrangements to get him here, I will send the car and take care of him. Don't worry, he will not need surgery and he will walk before he goes'.

Swami took care of all the arrangements for my husband's arrival. He personally instructed every person in the Ashram how to take care of him. He made personal arrangements for his special seating for Darshan. He made arrangements for us to stay at that time in the Shanti Bhavan. The food arrangements were so made that my husband could dine in the room. I should keep him company, and both of us were served in the room. He sent his car and Mr. Anil Kumar to pick my husband from the Railway Station, and He gave His car for our use till the day we left.

He pulled my husband out of the wheel chair on the 10th morning by rubbing his back. He personally went and blessed him on the 11th in spite of the busy Sports-meet day. He materialized capsules for his back pain, and also gave him a bracelet and a vibhuti container filled with healing vibhuti.

Every single day, Swami came and talked to both of us, cheered us and gave vibhuti many times. He talked to our daughters on the 12th, when they were leaving, materialized vibhuti for them and blessed them to come again, and study well. He gave us interviews on the 10th, the 15th and the 18th, when He talked to us only on spirituality.

We were able to leave Prasanthi Nilayam on the 19th with Swami's grace and blessings. True to Bhagavan's word, my husband was made to walk on his own before we left.

In one of the interviews, I requested Swami to use this body (me) in His mission. I asked, 'how can I, even in any lifetime, show gratitude for the love that Swami is showering on us?' He looked at me lovingly and said 'Amma! I want you both to be happy and I do not expect anything'.

I said to Swami, in another context, 'Swami Prema, Premanu Premato Preminchinapudu, Atmalu anusandhaana magunu' (When love loves the lovable or the beloved for the sake of love, souls commune). Swami said 'yes, I always say For Love, With Love, In Love, To Love'.

Well, my husband had MRI on the 2nd of January in INDIA, on the 17th of February in the USA. The Orthopedic surgeon wanted to do a minor, limited version of discectomy as it had herniated, and was very close to causing accord compression. My husband and I said no, as Swami advised against surgery. This surgeon had seen the miraculous recovery of my husband in 1995, and has known about Baba. He said that he would observe over the next 3 weeks. My husband recovered much more. We did another MRI on 09-09-2003. Lo and behold, there was no evidence of any disc anywhere. My husband has since been able to sit on the floor and carry on his duties as usual, as a result of the Divine intervention.

-- Dr. (Mrs) Meenakshi Chintapalli

(As sent through email to info@vedamu.org on 20.09.2004.)

Temple Resurrections

http://www.srisathyasai.org.in/pages/bhagawan/miracles/Grace.htm


Dynamos of Grace

Baba visited the foremost Saivite Shrine of India, Varanasi and the foremost Vaishnava shrine, Badrinath in 1961 in order to infuse spiritual power in those dynamos of Grace. At Varanasi, He created a unique jewel to be placed on the idol of Visweswara declaring that it has the mystic might to charge that symbol of the Lord with Divine potency. At Badrinath, He drew from under the present Narayana image, a Nethra-linga which was brought from Mount Kailasa, and ceremonially installed there, by no less a person than Sankaracharya about twelve hundred years ago! This Nethralinga when it emerged at the call of Baba, created a chapter in history; a Linga as the basis of the celebrated Vaishnava shrine was a welcome reminder of the basic harmony of Saivites and Vaishnavites.
Tradition has it that the present Narayana idol at Badrinath was thrown by alien hands into the Alakananda River and that after long and strenuous asceticism, Sankaracharya was rewarded with the revelation that it was sunk in the Narada Kund of that river. Sankaracharya recovered it and installed it at its present site.
Therefore, when Baba announced that the Nethralinga was the original nucleus which had to be "energised" by Him with suitable rites and ceremonial ablutions with the sacred waters of Gangotri, golden Bilva leaves and Thumme flowers, which Baba miraculously procured all this on the spot, even the Trustees of the Badrinath temple were pleasantly surprised!
Baba spoke of the Linga as being one of the Five Lingas which Sankaracharya brought from Kailasa and installed in India, and so, the wonder grew; earnestness to know more of this divine mission of Sankara was aroused in many. Those who know Him accepted the accuracy of this exalted origin of the Linga which they were privileged to see for some precious minutes on that never-to-be-forgotten day.

Ekagraha

Thoughts Of Ekagraha, a pen name for a devotee of Baba



"Even to say 'I forgive you' is an attack
for to think there is something to forgive
is to have the perception
that all is not perfection."

"Do not ask the insane ego what is the reality of what
you see as a rock. See the rock as God... and it will
glow... it will answer your questions.. it will heal you.."

"A first ray soul will feel like a fish out of water at
a second ray ashram."

"One technique in Buddhist monasteries is that the neophyte
fasts for a week.. and begins to hallucinate... then he
is reminded that nothing he is hallucinating is real."

"You are sleeping on the lap of God dreaming that you are
in hell. All you need do is awaken."

"If you say that God is the Doer and you are not,
you create a schism of God and notGod."

"One puts a plank on the ground and walks across it.
Another hesitates to walk across the same plank set
between 2 skyscrapers. What is the difference? Fear."

"Activists sometimes project their turbulence onto others."

"You belong to Baba: the planets have no hold over you."

"You are one with God. Therefore you are the Doer, the Dreamer.

Before some are able to act with Godpower on the physical plane, they act on the astral."

"Do not be like those who use the equation E =MC squared
without understanding it."

"When one feels bad about himself
he reverses his magnet and repels people.
The opposite is also true."

"Repression only causes re-emergence later. Witness thoughts
as passing clouds. Detach rather than repress."

"Her motto was 'boycott everything'."

"Forced ahimsa (nonviolence) is violence."

"As long as you see suffering, you give it power."

"God has given you the power to make sin real. (or to melt away sin)

"Baba teaches not only that we we are not our bodies, feelings or minds, but that we should go beyond identification even with
our souls to realization of our Godhood."


"Masters come not to preach but to awaken."

"I am the way means seeing Christ in all. Do not create a schism by seeing the nonChrist."

"Do not stone Christ with literal truth."

It is said that the mind is the slayer of the real.

(Ekagraha is Sanskrit for 1 pointedness) (eka: one graha force)

Master of Nature

http://www.srisathyasai.org.in/page...cles/Nature.htm
http://www.saibabalinks.org

Master of Nature


It was on a cloudy June evening that Baba was addressing an open air
meeting at Mercara. The sky was overcast and gloomy rumblings of
approaching rain could be heard, not far away. In fact, the rain
poured on the hills on the horizon, stepped nearer and nearer, and
came as far as Mahadevpet, half a mile away. Baba spoke quietly and
calmly, holding the audience spell-bound, for over an hour and a
half; at the end, He said, " Now, you can go home, for in about ten
minutes you will get the rain that ought to have drenched you by
now. " And, wonder of wonders, the rains came, as announced, ten
minutes later, to the very second !

The Chitravathi River at Puttaparthi is subject to sudden floods, for
it rises in the Nandi Hills and heavy rains in that region in Mysore
State will bring down the waters many feet deep all along the miles.
The Prasanthi Nilayam was built on an eminence away from the village
to avoid these periodical floods which in some years invade the old
Mandir, entering the prayer Shed, the kitchens and all the
surrounding area. On many such occasions , Baba has stood on the edge
of the water and said, "Ganga ! It is enough, go back." and the
waters have not risen more. Some years ago, during Navarathri, when
the (Narayana Seva) feeding of the Poor was on, it rained all round
the Nilayam, but not a drop fell in the precincts where people were
being fed.

Texas Physician and Amrita Physician

Dr. (Mrs.) Meenakshi Chintapalli
3722, Hunters Point, San Antonio
Texas - 78230, USA
mkchintapalli@yahoo.com
http://www.vedamu.org
http://www.saibabalinks.org

Dr. (Mrs.) Meenakshi Chintapalli is a practising Physician in Texas, USA. Her husband Dr. Kedarnath is a practising Radiologist there. Both of them and their two daughters happen to be devotees of Bhagavan. They visit Prasanthi Nilayam very frequently for Darshan of Bhagavan. Dr. Meenakshi records a couple of instances of her experience of the Divinity of Bhagavan, in her own words.

Swami had given me many reveries, many dreams and many personal experiences in medical seva and personal life as well. Many a time I had very rough waters that shook my boat in the deep sea of life with tidal waves. If not for these experiences, I would have lost my health and mind both. Although the sea has tidal waves and rough water shocks, the anchor is the dearest and most lovable and loving Bhagawan who is the very breath of my life.

My husband Dr. Kedarnath had to have 4 bad discs removed as an emergency surgery on March 15, 1995. He underwent surgery for over 5 hours. We never knew, on the day of the surgery, if he would ever walk properly!

Swami sent Vibhuti packets, many of them, 2 days after Shivaraatri. Those packets finally reached us in the USA 21 days after surgery.

I had a dream in the same period. My husband and I entered a dark cave. Suddenly I saw a flood of light, which made my eyes flicker, as the light could not let me open my eyes. I still persevered in opening and peering into that intense light, that made me look at Swami in the Ananta Padma Nabha position and lot of vibhuti was falling. I made a comment to my husband 'why is Vibhuti on Vishnu?'

My husband said I was imagining things, as he could not see anything in that light. I held my hand and a heap of vibhuti filled my hands and became a 'Vibhuti Pandu'. It was so heavy that I passed it on to my husband. Next, a feminine hand, very fair and wearing a bracelet with Lotus flowers stretched in front of me, filled with kumkum. I held my hand and it was filled with kumkum. I gave that also to my husband.

Then lots of nectar, honey, food, rice all filled up my hands and they were so heavy and soaked that I did not know what to do. The dream ended.

After this dream, Swami's vibhuti for my husband reached us. The whole dream is so vivid and I can see the scenes in my eyes today. Was it a dream or a memory of this Atma?

Our family, our two daughters, my husband and I, planned a visit for India on the 29th of December 2002. My husband had started with back pain on the 26th. It got worse on the 30th when we reached Frankfurt. We had plans to visit Agra, Jaipur, etc after reaching New Delhi. Though we could visit Agra, we cancelled our visit to other places and went straight to Hyderabad to my parents' house, in view of the continuing problem of my husband.

We celebrated the New Year at Hyderabad with the extended family. My husband had a cup of coffee in the morning on January 1. By 6:30 a.m., he could not get up from the sofa where he was seated, owing to severe back pain. He developed numbness and weakness of his right leg. It was a neuro-surgical emergency.

Through a friend we went and saw a neurologist and had my husband admitted to the Hospital. I sent my heartbroken children to be with Swami than worry over their dad's health in Hyderabad. I brought my husband home on the 6th evening, and took off to Prasanthi Nilayam entrusting my husband to a relative to take care of him. At that time, he was in the wheel chair even to go the bathroom. He was very weak. He wanted to go back to the USA some how. He cancelled his engagements in India. I had pleaded for his permission to go and see Swami and lay the problem at his feet. I had no courage to go through the surgery again, nor did he!

I missed the morning Darshan on the 7th. Swami came straight to me in the afternoon of that Golden Day, the 7th of January 2003. He chided me for sending kids alone. He asked me if my husband was still in Hyderabad (Swami knows everything). He asked me what our plans were. I explained that I wanted to stay for Vaikuntha Ekaadasi, Pongal and then go to Bombay for the meetings. The ill health and misfortune had changed the plans. I reiterated to Swami that I was there to seek Bhagavan's guidance as to my husband's health, and see if we could avoid surgery.

Swami stood there for 15-20 minutes listening to me devotee. He created vibhuti for both the children, seated with me, who had tears pouring down their cheeks, and reassured them not to worry about their father, and that he was taking care.

On the 8th of January Swami came to me and asked me how we were doing and what our plans were, still testing my devotion and surrender. I explained again that my husband was planning to leave for the USA via Bombay on the 9th evening, after we went back to Hyderabad on the 9th morning. Swami said 'manchidi' (good).

I was in a shock!! I was hoping that Swami would tell me not to worry, that surgery was not needed, or to bring him here, or something like that. I was disheartened, dejected. I was close to losing my mind. I did not know what to say, but I pulled my courage and asked Swami, 'Swami, is that all? So, we should go back to the USA via Bombay, Swami?' Then Swami made a comment, 'If not from Bombay, do you go to the USA from Prasanthi Nilayam?' Some people laughed, and I felt that I had asked a stupid question, when the Divinity was standing there and talking to his devotee. I kept quiet and felt very depressed and disappointed. Swami moved on.

All of a sudden, a few minutes later, a thought crossed my mind that Swami was asking me if I would like to leave for the USA from Prasanthi Nilayam? I checked that with a very ardent devotee of Swami, seated near me. She also felt the same. I ran to the room, with sobs that were loud and uncontrollable, and penned very few lines on a small sticky note. I wrote 'Swami, you are the Doctor of Doctors. We are nobody in front of your creation. If so, why do you not decide for me about my fate? Why cannot you tell me what to do? Why will you not take my life into your fold? I am scared and I am depressed!! Please take care of our lives - Anyatha Sharanam Naasti, Tvameva Sharanam Mama!'

I returned with the note, and requested to be seated alongside the carpet, as Swami exited on the female doctors' side after the Bhajan.

If Swami wills, nobody resists! Swami saw me intensely, as I could not hide anything from Bhagavan. He looked at me as though that I should not have cried that much as I have Him as my very life-breath protecting me (Nenu neeku vundagaa, nuvvu anta edavaala?). As Swami looked at me, I waved the note in my hand. He tried to ignore it, but accepted it looking into my eyes. I felt relieved.

During the evening Darshan, Swami came to me and stood for about 20 minutes, and planned for getting my husband to Prasanthi Nilayam by the 9th morning. Bhagawan said, 'If you can make arrangements to get him here, I will send the car and take care of him. Don't worry, he will not need surgery and he will walk before he goes'.

Swami took care of all the arrangements for my husband's arrival. He personally instructed every person in the Ashram how to take care of him. He made personal arrangements for his special seating for Darshan. He made arrangements for us to stay at that time in the Shanti Bhavan. The food arrangements were so made that my husband could dine in the room. I should keep him company, and both of us were served in the room. He sent his car and Mr. Anil Kumar to pick my husband from the Railway Station, and He gave His car for our use till the day we left.

He pulled my husband out of the wheel chair on the 10th morning by rubbing his back. He personally went and blessed him on the 11th in spite of the busy Sports-meet day. He materialized capsules for his back pain, and also gave him a bracelet and a vibhuti container filled with healing vibhuti.

Every single day, Swami came and talked to both of us, cheered us and gave vibhuti many times. He talked to our daughters on the 12th, when they were leaving, materialized vibhuti for them and blessed them to come again, and study well. He gave us interviews on the 10th, the 15th and the 18th, when He talked to us only on spirituality.

We were able to leave Prasanthi Nilayam on the 19th with Swami's grace and blessings. True to Bhagavan's word, my husband was made to walk on his own before we left.

In one of the interviews, I requested Swami to use this body (me) in His mission. I asked, 'how can I, even in any lifetime, show gratitude for the love that Swami is showering on us?' He looked at me lovingly and said 'Amma! I want you both to be happy and I do not expect anything'.

I said to Swami, in another context, 'Swami Prema, Premanu Premato Preminchinapudu, Atmalu anusandhaana magunu' (When love loves the lovable or the beloved for the sake of love, souls commune). Swami said 'yes, I always say For Love, With Love, In Love, To Love'.

Well, my husband had MRI on the 2nd of January in INDIA, on the 17th of February in the USA. The Orthopedic surgeon wanted to do a minor, limited version of discectomy as it had herniated, and was very close to causing accord compression. My husband and I said no, as Swami advised against surgery. This surgeon had seen the miraculous recovery of my husband in 1995, and has known about Baba. He said that he would observe over the next 3 weeks. My husband recovered much more. We did another MRI on 09-09-2003. Lo and behold, there was no evidence of any disc anywhere. My husband has since been able to sit on the floor and carry on his duties as usual, as a result of the Divine intervention.

-- Dr. (Mrs) Meenakshi Chintapalli

(As sent through email to info@vedamu.org on 20.09.2004.)


---------
AMRITA FOUNTAIN

I'm a medical doctor of about 20 years experience in this field. Now I'm in private practice. I'm born in year 1955. The background: I came to know about Sathya Sai Baba of Puttaparthi, India about 3 years ago, and ever since it I got stuck to Him as it was beyond my explanation his miracles.

The incident: Now I don't write about second experiences. I write first hand experiences, that's what I've myself observed. I pray Sai Baba. One day I noticed liquid coming out the picture of Sai Baba from outside the glass. It was pouring out from the site of his blessing palm, but only little in quantity. It dripped down slowly. My wife is also medical doctor. I've 2 daughters, one 7 years, one 9 years. There's no foul play. The question is: How can this liquid issue forth from the picture of Sai Baba, from the glass outside? In fact the neighbouring Lord Ganesha picture was 'sweating' similar amrith also from all over the glass. How do you explain this? This's the question. Since you expound the unexplainable, please explain this phenomena.

Dr Madhini Bhanu Theja,theja@mail.tm.net.my

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Spain
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Mr. Niresh Daryanani (45), a businessman from Spain, narrates a few of his experiences of the Divinity of Bhagavan in his own words.

'OM SAI RAM
I first heard of Sri Sathya Sai Baba when I was about 12 years old. During that time, Swami came to Bombay. My uncle's wife went and had His Darshan. Then Swami materialized a small silver Ganesh idol and gave it to her. She was very excited, told us all about it and showed us the idol.

At an early age, I was initiated into Kriya Yoga. Having my own Guru, I did not evince much interest in Swami. My elder brother, Mr. Ashok had been a devotee of Swami for quite some time. About 16 or 17 years back, when we were in Venezuela, three or four Trinidadian ladies came to meet my brother. They brought some photographs, which they had taken during the Birthday Celebrations of Swami. When my brother saw them, he called me to see the photographs. In one of the photographs, Swami was seen as Lord Sri Ramachandra (head only) while the rest of His body including the robe was of Swami. In the second one, the head was that of Lord Sri Krishna while the body including the robe was that of Swami. In the third, the head was that of Lord Siva. In those days, technology was not developed to such an extent so as to manipulate the photographs. When I saw them, I began to think seriously of Swami.

It so happened that all people from my wife's side have been devotees of Swami. For sometime there was some reluctance on my part to visit Prasanthi Nilayam. Being in Kriya Yoga, I used to think that, when God is within me, why I should go to Prasanthi Nilayam to visit a living Guru. What could that Guru have to offer me, which I could not realize through self-realization as taught in Yoga.

Gradually, Bhagavan, out of His boundless love, began to draw me nearer. In 1988, I went to Brindavan to have Darshan of Swami, but by that time the Bhajan was over and Swami retired into Trayi.

In 1999, when we were in Spain, a lady customer of mine, about 63 years of age, broke down and wept as her brother was seriously ill and might not last beyond 3 to 6 months. That was in August.

She started, by asking me, 'you are from India, and can you not help me?'

When I asked her how I could help her, she told me that her unmarried elder brother, almost 69 years old, was very ill; and he needed help. I was not aware of the type of his illness.

Initially I told her I was sorry and was unaware of any help from India

On her persistence, I recollected about Dear Swami, and told her, 'yes, I know of a saint who lives in India who may be able to help'.

I agreed to send her 2-3 small booklets of Swami's sayings in Spanish, which I sent her in the next few days. She informed me that her brother wasn't a believer and would not read, to which I told her that even if she read the booklets it would be helpful. She agreed

One month and a half later, in September 1999, on my next visit, she told me weeping that she was losing her brother who deteriorated further, and might not last more than a month or so.

'Please take this,' I told her as I handed her a packet of Swami's vibhuti, 'you can put a little on his forehead, a little in his mouth and apply some on the affected part of his body. It is absolutely harmless. Kindly repeat Om Sai Ram which is the way you can connect to Dear Swami, and then, in Spanish, tell Him your problem and pray for His help'.

Her brother was one of the 30-member group of patients suffering from terminal cancer. He had to undergo dialysis once in 15 days for which he needed to travel by air to a specialized hospital away from their town. This had been going on for about 2 years. In each session he was being given between 9-12 bags of fresh blood during an entire day, allowing the removal of the impure blood in his body

I could go to visit their store again only in February 2000. The lady was not there but her daughter was there. I started the business discussion straight away so as to save their time as well as mine.

'Don't you want to know how my uncle is?' she asked me.

I clean forgot about him and was about to ask, 'why? What is the matter with him?' Then I recollected.

'His was the only case in the entire group which showed improvement. The malignant patch was shrinking in his case. Doctors were surprised. What was it that made the difference? Was it any change in diet, or use of other systems of healing or exercise? They wanted to know.

'He needs to come for dialysis only for 8 times more, that means, for only 4 months more, after which the successive follow-up could be done in your own town', they said.

Her mother did not disclose to the Doctors that her brother had been receiving Swami's vibhuti lest they should mistake it for some occult practice.

On one of my successive visits to her store almost a year after Swamis Vibhuti had been given, she took me aside and told me

'In his group, there were 30 terminal patients being treated every fortnight; and 29 did not make it. He is the lone survivor. The improvement has been striking and sustained since I started using the vibhuti you gave me. But I lost my nephew who was one of the 30 in this group. I didn't have the courage to disclose to my own family what I was doing for my brother so as not to be ridiculed. Now I lost my nephew of 45 years of age. This is something that I will have to live with till my last day.'

I thanked Swami for the miraculous cure He had effected for a non-curable ailment. That was the first time I had given vibhuti to anyone.

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One day one of my customers, a middle-aged lady named Angela, told me that her son had contracted a peculiar eye problem. He was hardly 3 years old. Unless he was operated upon, his eyeball, which had a crack, might fall out which would be irreversible. She was skeptical about the diagnosis and consulted two other experts who, too, confirmed the need for surgery indicating exactly the same diagnosis to the affected eye.

The date for surgery was fixed on a Wednesday while she met me on the preceding Friday. My elder brother, also a staunch Baba devotee, was present. Suddenly, words came out of my mouth, which, I was aware, I did not utter: 'I think it's time we talk to her about Baba'. We told her about Bhagavan.

'I am a non-believer', she told us frankly, 'but I think I wouldn't lose anything if I try the vibhuti you are talking about'.

We returned to our place the next day and drove back the 75 km route to her place and handed over Swami's vibhuti. Later, we received a call from her on Wednesday (the day on which the surgery was scheduled) afternoon.

'How is your son?' I asked, 'hope the operation was successful'

'No operation', she told me in a jubilant voice, 'the surgeon came to me from the operation theatre in his sterilized clothes of the operation theatre and asked 'who is Angela?'

'It's me', I answered, and demanded, 'what have you done to my son?'

'Why did you bring him to me?' he asked me, 'there is nothing wrong with his eyes'.

When she insisted that his eye had a problem and, to confirm this, showed him the medical reports of the other specialists she had visited. He was dumbfounded. He claimed that as he had been instructed to perform this delicate surgery to cure the ailment (non-existent), he had even invited other eye specialists in the hospital to explain the diagnosis in reports and the patient's actual condition.

On Angela's insistence that he should go and check both eyes once again, he went in and returned saying, 'now both his eyes are normal except that, in one, there is a light cataract'. He said, obviously puzzled and perplexed, 'he is under anesthesia. You can take him home soon after he regains consciousnesses'. It is, indeed, incredible how Swami cured of the boy's eye problem sans surgery.

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Usually December is a busy month for us, as sales during the festival season would soar high. But I had to leave for Bombay to attend on my father-in-law who had a heart attack and a spinal problem from which he was recovering. So, my wife and I came down to Bombay leaving the burden of the business to my elder brother. My father's house is about a km and a half from that of my father-in-law.

Though my father-in-law recovered from his cardiac problem, progress from his back injury was much slower. He had been advised bed rest as Doctors felt surgery was of little use and relatively risky at his advanced age.

On December 24, 1999, I took my children on a sightseeing drive on the Christmas Eve. While we were at Hotel Taj, each of my young children aged 5 and 9 complained to me of earache and the elder of stomachache, too, all in the first few minutes of our at least two hour program to visit all the main well lit-up sights of Bombay for the millennium celebrations.

They both complained to me. 'Papa, can we go home, please can we go home', they said.

'Ok, if you are both feeling unwell, better we all go back', I said reluctantly, knowing that they would never again get to see the city so well lit as for the millennium celebrations

Ten minutes in the taxi on our return, both children miraculously got better, and their pains vanished. It was too late to turn back, and we all continued towards home. Surprisingly, the moment we turned back, my children's uneasiness disappeared.

At about 12 midnight that night, the maidservant of my father knocked frantically on my door, and wanted me to rush to my father's house. He was on the toilet seat in the lavatory and was not getting up. My father normally used to live in Bombay with his eldest son and his family, and they had all left the same night a few hours ago for the U.S. and he was all alone at home with the servants.

Immediately, I called one of my Doctor-friends who was in a Christmas party, and got my father to the Hospital where he was treated for heart attack. He could get medical attention immediately and survived.

God knows what would have happened had I been in Spain. On the pretext of my father-in-law's illness, Swami brought me to India. Because of his fall and continued bed rest, I had to extend my stay. As my children complained of uneasiness, I had to cut short my Christmas-eve sight seeing of Bombay. They became all right the moment I turned our taxi homeward as if their illness was a pretext posed by Bhagavan to bring me home just to be handy when my father had a heart attack. Thus, Swami made sure that I would be available near my father when he had the heart attack so that I could rush him to the Hospital in time. Above all, Swami wanted to demonstrate to me how He would fix it all when, finally, He meant to extend my father's life.'

The main lesson that I have learnt this day is that when Swami tells us ¨leave it all to me', it is so true. He takes care of it all. We must only trust in him.'

- Mr. Niresh Daryanani.

(As narrated to Mr. B. Parvatala Rao at Prasanthi Nilayam on 13.08.2004 and confirmed on email on 03.09.2004.)