Muddenhalli Interest – Sathya Sai Baba Light Body

Sai Baba - how he looked when I first visited Puttparthi,.

Sai Baba – as he looked when I first visited Puttparthi

Hi Folks,

For those who wish to read the Muddenhalli post, “Speaking of  Sathya Sai Baba at Kodaikanal” published last May, please note this post has been made private for the time being.

Here, instead, is the most beautiful letter from Swami, written many years ago…


The Darshan Letter – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.


A Long, Long Time Ago Letter

It was an afternoon in the summer of 1992, when I was sitting in the Mandir between darshan and bhajans, that the following letter was passed to me by a lady sitting nearby. The letter was so touching that I kept it for years. We have included the letter here on Sai Memories as a reminder of how devotees felt about the Ashram all those years ago.



“Use every little experience as a teaching tool. Put out of your mind any belief in chance or accident and know that everything that happens here, down to the smallest thing, is an outpouring of my limitless love and tailored especially for you. Notice the lines you get, the state of your health and body, the way you feel, wash, eat and look, whom you meet and how you are doing. See if you accept the whole experience with calm equanimity.

Center your attention on me. See the whole atmosphere as a reflection of your inner-being. The Mandir is your heart. I dwell in it. The ashram is your identity and the village your worldly desires.


I am in your heart as You are in Mine


In the village, you are strongly pulled outward and away from me. In the ashram you have more of a chance, but it is still very easy to get distracted. In the mandir (your heart) you can actually see me from time to time, but even there it is easy to be only half present and not realise that I love to give.  By my grace this outer show gives you the means to strengthen the contact to me in your own heart. Make use of the time. Concentrate every iota of your attention on me. Open yourself totally whenver you catch a glimpse of my gown. Be ready to accept and I’ll give, but don’t expect. Think always of those more deserving than you and know that what you receive is an act of grace and love.

Be open and free from fantasy and projection. Just be mine and I’ll be yours. This way you will find happiness and fulfilment.

Remember that I am not only in the Sai Baba form here, though that is central, but hidden embodied in everyone who is here. Can you find me in them or are you distracted by their outer characteristics and habits?   Look deeper – In eyes that love and yearn for me is my darshan also available. Honour and learn from the devoted; there are many examples here. Accept my grace from whatever source it comes.

Be loved and blessed.”

One of the Lockets

Transformation – Spirituality

viola in the wind

viola in the wind

Time to say goodbye to the computer for a while. My visa was late in arriving, I very late in leaving. Here is a dainty little quotation to ponder upon in the meanwhile.  Now to  flowers again, I am sure they could tell a tale or two about the harshness of life. I have watched them grow and bloom through the cold winter season. Watched them battle each new storm, bend in strong winds, and battle with the hard frost and yet even then, they all kept their beautiful smiles.. Well done flowers. :)


“The basic pain of feeling separate and disconnected is fundamental human experience. Yet when we consciously reside in the physical feeling of separation, we come closer to recognizing its insubstantiality. Continually bringing the light of awareness to our viscerally held beliefs, our pretenses, our anxieties, begins to dissolve these self-imposed boundaries, the boundaries that block awareness of the vast reality of being. This is the slow transformative path to freedom.”
Ezra Bayda

Saying Yes to Life (Even the Hard Parts)










Also several abstract art photos:



my garden - spiria? not sure of the spelling of this beautiful flower

my garden – spiria? not sure of the spelling of this beautiful flower

roses in summer - my garden

roses in summer – my garden

“les rêves,” French Kiss – Camera Catches


From the Florist Shop in Quimper

 Photo – French kiss Texture with White flower, merged together and tinted pink.

 “Don’t worry, little dhampir. You might be surrounded by clouds, but you’ll always be like sunshine to me.”  – R. Mead, Shadow Kiss

Originally posted on Camera Catches - Photography:

From the Florist Shop in Quimper  From the Florist Shop in Quimper

Working with flowers is not always easy. It is better to have lots of time and good edit tools. Without these, flowers can be difficult subjects.  While it’s fun to take flower photos, they can be not be relied upon to look as lovely as in real life. Thus, sometimes we need to take our flower photos and make dream pics. from them.  

Flowers can make wonderful abstracts pics. To get it right takes skill, I am still working on that. Here are a few bouquet pics. that I have played with this week.  I’ve used textures such as  “French Kiss” on a few photos, others have been created with different edits that I like to use. ~      Eve

Quimper flowers Quimper flowers

“Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and…

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The Arrow Parable From The Buddha – Myth and Legend


Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant with the weak and wrong. Sometime in your life, you will have been all of these.”  – Gautama Buddha


“Imagine a man that has been pierced by an arrow well soaked in poison, and his relatives and friends go at once to fetch a physician or a surgeon. Imagine now that this man says:

“I will not have this arrow pulled out until I know the name of the man who shot it, and the name of his family, and whether he is tall or short or of medium height; until I know whether he is black or dark or yellow; until I know his village or town. I will not have the arrow pulled out until I know about the bow that shot it, whether it was a long bow or a cross bow.

I will not have this arrow pulled out until I know about the bow-string, and the arrow, and the feathers of the arrow, whether they are feathers of a vulture, or kite or peacock.

I will not have the arrow pulled out until I know whether the tendon which binds it is of ox, or deer, or monkey.

I will not have this arrow pulled out until I know whether it is an arrow, or the edge of a knife, or a splinter, or the tooth of a calf, or the head of a javelin.”

Well, that man would die, but he would die without having found out all these things.

In the same way, any one who would say: ‘I will not follow the holy life of Buddha until he tells me whether the world is eternal or not; whether the life and the body are two things, or one thing; whether the one who has reached the Goal is beyond death or not; whether he is both beyond death and not beyond death; whether he is neither beyond death nor is not beyond death.”

Well, that man would die, but he would die without Buddha having told these things.

Because I am one who says: Whether the world is eternal or not, there is birth, and death, and suffering, and woe, and lamentation, and despair. And what I do teach is the means that lead to the destruction of these things.

Remember therefore that what I have said, I have said; and that what I have not said, I have not said. And why have I not given an answer to these questions? Because these questions are not profitable, they are not a principle of the holy life, they lead not to peace, to supreme wisdom, to Nirvana.”

– Majjhima Nikaya

Beautiful Reflections Sathya Sai – More Sathya Sai Memories

Folks, I plan on being away for a couple of months in India. I am going back to visit Sai Baba’s Ashram. I  need a break and some release from the bitter cold, lack lustre days of winter. Also some time away from a computer and blogging. I hope to return with some new travel stories and, of course, photos. Here is one of my favourite memories from many years ago while on a visit to Whitefield, in Bangalore. I don’t visit Whitefield anymore because the Bangalore traffic is too congested nowadays to make the trip. I miss the enchantment of Whitefield, and of course the  darshans in Sai Ramesh Hall. Luckily, people have created beautiful you tubes, like the one above to savor our memories forever.

Sorry for mistakes in this post, I have had quite a few computer glitches this morning.

“Blessed Sweets” – I remember the day well, like yesterday!

It was during one summer in the early 1990’s at Brindavan that I noticed Swami was blessing more than the usual number of silver sweet platters.

One particularly happy afternoon I watched with interest two ladies seated on the aisle holding their bright silver platters high while waiting for his attention. Swami came to darshan walking from side to side in his usual fashion but eventually stopped in front of the ladies then blessed their platters, which contained not only toffees but also photos, vibuthi and lockets. I sat thinking to myself, I wish I too, had a silver platter to hold high for such a blessing.

Before darshan the following morning, I plucked up enough courage to buy a silver platter, a huge bag of sweets (Mango Melodies), and three packets of little golden lockets, each one with a small picture of Swami with his hand held in the ’Abhaya Mudra – ( the ‘WHY FEAR, I AM HERE’ blessing ) and one yellow rose. I wasn’t quite sure how to prepare my platter nor did I know where to place the lockets. After some thought I placed them under the toffees and then placed the rose on top. Ah, it looked pretty, I felt sure that Swami would bless my offering.

But Swami did not bless the dish on my first attempt and by the second day I lost confidence and gave the dish to an Australian colleague to offer but Swami would not bless the sweets. On the third attempt I was happy to be seated on the carpet’s edge of block two where Swami always walked. He stopped, looked, and blessed the sweets forcefully. I’d felt him taking a large swipe of the contents into his hand then he threw them, showering what seemed like a good portion of devotees. I could hear loud whoops of joy as the sweets were thrown. Puzzled, I wondered why.

After Swami had passed by, I glanced at my platter for the 3 packets of lockets but only one remained. Apparently Swami had thrown two packets of lockets with the toffees! No wonder there had been such loud whoops of joy from devotees in block two.

A few days later I learned that the lockets had been thrown without their clear wrappers. In fact they had been dispersed individually with no trace of the wrapper anywhere. One of the lockets had fallen to a lady with cancer and two others had gone to another lady with a serious illness! What I do know is the lockets made a lot of people very happy.


Here’s a link to an interesting talk given in July last year in Puttaparthi Ashram.

Sathya Sai baba as I remember him

 Sathya Sai Baba – photo and  a few of my favourite quotes.

“Do not be misled by what you see around you, or be influenced by what you see. You live in a world which is a playground of illusion, full of false paths, false values and false ideals. But you are not part of that world.”

  ~ Sathya Sai Baba

When a person asserts that he is low and mean and that he knows but little, he becomes low and mean and his knowledge shrinks.We become what we believe we are. We are children of Almighty God, endowed with Supreme, Power, Glory and Wisdom.We are children of Immortality.When we dwell in this thought, how can we ever be low and ignorant?

- Sathya Sai Baba

“In Wine, There’s Truth.” – Philosophy

The restaurant in Chartres - outside of Paris.

The restaurant in Chartres – outside of Paris

Living as I do in France, in the land of fine wines, I felt a post on the subject was past due. Oddly enough, I don’t drink wine often. I should!  The supermarkets are full of the stuff. Good wine too! There are few places you can visit in France where fine wines are not sold, even in the Pâtisserie, there are some for sale. Perhaps it’s due to its availability that I have become blaise in relishing the delights of fabulous wines! So, here’s to good wine. ( I’m off to the supermarket for a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon ). Bye!

“There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don’t think all ecstasies are the same!” ~ Rumi”

A poet once said, “The whole universe is in a glass of wine.” We will probably never know in what sense he meant that, for poets do not write to be understood. But it is true that if we look at a glass of wine closely enough we see the entire universe. There are the things of physics: the twisting liquid which evaporates, depending on the wind and weather, the reflections in the glass, and our imagination adds the atoms. The glass is a distillation of the Earth’s rocks, and in it’s composition we see the secrets of the universe’s age, and the evolution of stars.

What strange arrays of chemicals are in the wine? How did they come to be? There are the ferments, the enzymes, the substrates, and the products. ~ There, in wine, is found the great generalization: all life is fermentation. Nobody can discover the chemistry of wine without discovering, as did Louis Pasteur, the cause of much disease. How vivid is a claret, pressing its existence into the consciousness that watches it! If our small minds, for some convenience, divide this glass of wine, this universe, into parts — physics, biology, geology, astronomy, psychology, and so on — remember that nature does not know it! So let us put it all back together, not forgetting ultimately what it is for. Let it give us one more final pleasure: drink it and forget it all! ~

Richard Feynman,

volume I; lecture 3,

“The Relation of Physics to Other Sciences”; section 3-7,

“How did it get that way?”; p. 3-10

my wine cooler, the window box on the kitchen window.

my wine cooler, the window box on the kitchen window.

Here’s a great song from George Harrison. Now take your best claret, open, pour. ~  Santé

George Harrison singing  “Our love is forever” –


Is God Real? – Faith

There are people of different religions; each of them has faith. How do I treat the faith of somebody else?  This question has been high-lighted by the recent awful events here in France, and shows no signs of being solved. So what is faith? When I wish to speak about faith what is it I want to speak about? What is faith, is it an emotion? If so, what sort of emotion? Is it a state of mind? Or is is just a matter-of-fact “Here I am and I believe in something.” In through the Looking-glass,” The Red Queen says to Alice, “Why , sometimes, I’ve believed in six impossible things before breakfast.” So is faith this – believing in impossible things? When the early Latin writers wrote about Jews, they spoke about the “superstition” of Judaism. Is the faith of somebody else  a superstition? Is God real?  People make some choices about belief. If I believe in god: Believing in God is not just a simple statement without any obligation. It has all kinds of unpleasant ramifications – even to how I see my own life and my own experiences. Now some people will say that they are believers – and you find this in every religion,  because it doesn’t cost them anything. For them to say “yes” and “no” is quite equal. The point is, in what do I believe? -Or what do you believe? Your comments are welcome. thanks eve
~ taken from a few notes on faith: ~ Adin Steinsaltz
Here is an excerpt from Hazrat Inayat Khan – The Purpose of Life ( This could read ‘The Purpose of faith’.)
A man may say, “We are here to gain honor.” In this case someone has to be humbled in order to give him the honor he seeks; but he in his turn may have to be humbled by a still more ardent seeker of honor.We may think that being loved is all-important, but we should know that the beauty in ourselves which makes another love us is transient. Furthermore the beauty we possess may pale in comparison with the beauty of another. When we seek the love of another we are not only dependent upon their love, but are ourselves devoid of love. If we think that it is desirable to love someone who deserves our love, we are mistaken, for we are always liable to be disappointed in the object of our love, who may perhaps never prove to be our ideal. One is led to suppose and believe that virtue is the only thing that matters in life, but it will be found that the greater number of sufferers from moral hallucination are to be met with among the self-righteous.
Then the only purpose of our life here on earth, if there be any, is the successful attainment of life’s demands. It may seem strange at first sight that all which life demands should be allowable and worth-while attaining; but on a closer study of life we see that the demands of our external self are the only ones we know, and we are ignorant of the demands of the true self, our inner life.
For instance, we know that we want good food and nice clothes, comfort of living and every convenience for moving about; honor, possessions, and all necessary means for the satisfaction of our vanity, all of which for the moment appear to us as our life’s only demands; but neither they nor their joy remain with us constantly. We then come to think that what we had was but a little and that perhaps more would satisfy us, and still more would suffice our need; but this is not so. Even if the whole universe were within our grasp it would be impossible fully to satisfy our life’s demands. This shows that our true life has quite different demands from those with which we are familiar. It does not want the joy experienced by this individual self only; it desires joy from all around. It does not wish for a momentary peace, but for one that is everlasting. It does not desire to love a beloved held in the arms of mortality. It needs a beloved to be always before it. It does not want to be loved only for today and perhaps not tomorrow. It wishes to float in the ocean of love. It is therefore that the Sufi seeks God as his love, lover and beloved, his treasure, his possession, his honor, his joy, his peace; and this attainment in its perfection alone fulfills all demands of life both here and hereafter.
Then again it may be said, there is a purpose above each purpose, and there is again a purpose under each purpose; and yet beyond and beneath all purposes there is no purpose. The creation is, because it is. Life is a journey from one pole to another, and the perfection of the conscious life is the final destiny of the imperfect life. In other words, every aspect of life in this world of variety gradually evolves from imperfection to perfection; and if life’s evolution were not so in its nature, there would be no difference between life and death, for life on the surface is nothing but the phenomena of contrast. This, then, is another way of expressing what is the purpose of life.

Beauty Redeemed- Inspirational Quotations

Hellebores from my garden

Hellebores from my garden



Being overwhelmed by the news and the continuing ordeal of the Charlie Hebdo events, I took off to the garden to take photos. I hope another post on the delights of the camera is not over doing it.

Often, during the winter, photography is not an option. The sun is hidden behind dark, low clouds, all looks grey and listless. At least they do here. There is little hope, with such weather, to take even a decent outside photo. It’s only when the sun suddenly and unexpectedly peaks through the clouds, perhaps at lunchtime some days, when I can venture into the garden to see what’s growing. There is one beautiful flower that somehow thrives in the darkest winter months – that is the Hellebore. The flowers of the Helleborus are almost a threat to the darkness of winter, for they are one of the most beautiful of all flowers. I have several Hellebores in the garden, from darkest purple to creamy pink. Here are some photos of the creamy pink one. I don’t even think the camera can do them justice, still I try. Here’s a few from today.

Youtube, at the bottom of this post, is quite special, a time lapse nature clip with amazing photos of butterflies, bees and hummingbirds. What can be better than to watch such beauty on a cold winter’s day. :)

Camera Lumix LX7 – macro flowers, edited in Topaz Clarity, and Ribbit, although not too much editing on classic flowers.


A Favourite Quote

With our faith invested in the lies, we no longer see the truth. The lies blind our faith, the power of our creation.  ~ Don M. Ruiz




We Are All Connected – You Tube
(Beautiful, breath-taking time lapse photography)