Those Of Us Who Experienced Baba’s Love – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.

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Whenever I meditate deeply on Baba, I invariably find myself uplifted into infinitely expansive blissful Love; and daily, in His presence, there is a palpable deepening into the awesome silence of the Self.  Even on rough days – when I’ve cut my neck shaving and I’ve got diarrhea again and I’ve splattered mud on my new white pants and the rickshaw driver’s hit the speed bump at 30 kilometres-per-hour making my head bang on the rickshaw roof and I’ve cursed loudly just before arriving at the ashram – even then, there’s always a dose of bliss and peace from my Baba’s darshan.  I never cease to be amazed – what a Master He is!

Those of us who have experienced Baba’s Love and omniscient guidance, and seen the profound transformations brought about in our lives by His grace, can only bow in gratitude, and do our best to love Him and serve Him and worship Him within all.  For Sai Baba is not a man; for me, He fully embodies the all-pervading God of Love (with a great sense of humor) who awakened me many years ago.  I believe it can even be misleading to call Him “an incarnation of God” – for He is not that afro-crowned body in the orange robe giving darshan, the Guru who took birth in Puttaparthi.  No.  He is the all-pervading Ocean of Consciousness, the Substratum and Creator of all universes!  That ochre-clad body we see before us is but a wave on the shoreless, all-encompassing Sea of Satchidananda, who Sai Baba is.   In His words:

“I am neither Guru nor God.
I am You; You are I; that is the truth.
There is no distinction.
The appearance of differences is the delusion.
You are waves; I am the ocean.

One Last Darshan – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.

Sri Sanjay Sahani, a former Sai student, was earlier the warden of Sri Sathya Sai Boys’ Hostel in Prasanthi Nilayam, and is currently the Principal of the Brindavan Campus of Sri Sathya Sai University in Bangalore. His story follows:

“You must have not only freedom from fear, but freedom from hope and expectation. Trust in My Wisdom. I do not make mistakes. Love My uncertainty, for it is not a mistake. It is My intent and Will. Remember nothing happens without My Will. Be still. Do not ask to understand. Do not want to understand. Relinquish the imperative that demands understanding.”

– Bhagavan Baba, Sanathana Sarathi, August, 1984

One Last Darshan – The Predicament…

“When are your examinations ending?” enquired Bhagavan, not once, twice, but thrice over a span of a couple of weeks. Each time I replied, “Thirtieth May, Swami.”

It was the summer of 1983. We were at that time completing our first year of the five-year integrated programme, launched by the newly born Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning (which was renamed recently to Sri Sathya Sai University ).

The mind refused to explore the purport of the repeated questioning as the heart was immersed in the bliss of sambhasanam (divine conversation).

Swami left Puttaparthi for Brindavan on May 8, and we got busy with the University examinations, which commenced the next day. As the days passed, I felt that it would be highly inappropriate to leave for my native town without seeking Bhagavan’s permission and blessings, especially after He had so lovingly enquired about the date of the last examination. Thus, it happened that on May 30 with a few of my classmates and the grandmother of one of the students, we boarded the bus for Bangalore and checked into a hotel late in the evening.

The next day we reached Brindavan and waited for our beloved Lord in the Kalyan Mandapam. Bhagavan’s residential bungalow had been demolished and ‘Trayee Brindavan’ was under construction. Bhagavan had made Devi Nivas, the house of the Rajmata of Nawanagar (which lies between the ashram and the college), His temporary residence. He would come every day in a car from there; give Darshan to devotees in the Sai Ram shed and then sit with the students and the teachers in the Kalyan Mandapam. As it was vacation time, we appeared to be the only students around and were dreaming of the golden opportunity that awaited us. However, after Darshan Bhagavan moved over to inspect the construction site and thereafter got into the car and returned to Devi Nivas. The disappointment in our group of eight students was palpable for we had railway bookings for that day’s departure and our purpose of visiting Brindavan seemed to have been defeated with this turn of events.

A drowning man is willing to clutch even a straw. One of our teachers suggested that we go to Devi Nivas and try our luck. We rushed there but the gates were closed. Bhagavan was inside and we were outside.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared on the scene. He was one of Bhagavan’s car drivers. We recognized each other and he offered to take inside our letters, if there were any. We handed him all the letters for Bhagavan except one, which was with me. Just before leaving Puttaparthi, a senior brother had come to me and cautioning me that it was an important letter, requested that it be handed over to Bhagavan personally. I enquired with him whether I could deliver it through somebody else, in case I did not get the chance to do so myself. The boy was reluctant and said that in such a case I could return his letter after the vacations.

Some time later the warden of Brindavan boys’ hostel came out in his car and we met him at the gate. We explained to him our predicament and he suggested that we write to Bhagavan a letter, which he would then take inside after a few minutes on his return. Thus, we sat and wrote this joint letter to our Lord:

Dearest Lord,

We are your children from Puttaparthi, enroute to our native towns. We pray for your Darshan and blessings before our departure.


All eight of us signed the above letter. Within a few minutes the warden returned and took the letter inside. A few anxious moments passed. Then we saw someone waving to us from the portico of the building. The gates of heaven opened. We threw our chappals nearby and rushed in. As we were climbing the steps of the portico, the door opened and out walked Bhagavan with His charming smile.

“If you need Me, you deserve Me!”  He said.

Oh, the bliss of that moment! From the depths of despair we were transported to the heights of ecstasy. Bhagavan had already retired and for the sake of just a handful of students had come out once again. Even at that moment we did not fail to recognize the fortune that was ours. My hands were trembling when I held out my senior brother’s letter. “Haath me dene ko bola naa. Haath me dene ko bola” (He asked you to give this to Me in My hands only, isn’t it?), observed Bhagavan knowingly. My hair stood on end and a delightful current of thrill passed through my entire frame hearing His words. We were face to face with our God, the Omniscient Lord, the Eternal witness of the entire Cosmic play, but the very next moment we got deluded again. Bhagavan lovingly enquired about our native towns and we foolishly began to inform the All Knowing One. His awesome Omniscience was subsumed in the sweetness of His intimacy.

He distributed vibhuti prasadam to all of us. A student prayed for prasadam for parents and we had a second round of prasadam distribution. Another boy informed Swami that his grandmother was also accompanying us. “Take her in a helicopter.” Bhagavan’s response again revealed His Omniscience for she had been grumbling the previous evening about all the difficulties we had in securing hotel accommodation for the night.

As Bhagavan turned to go inside, one of the boys, (who had to leave by 1.00 p.m. that afternoon) shouted, unable to contain his joy, “Sairam, Swami.” “Sairam”, responded Bhagavan and blessed us with His ‘abhaya hasta’. We were in raptures over His unexpected greeting and with it He sealed for all of us a cherished memory of a lifetime.

The poet William Blake once said,

To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.

The Vedas describe the Lord as ‘Kalateetaya namah’ (The one who transcends time – the timeless being). Truly, in the presence of Bhagavan time stood still and what in reality must have been just a few minutes seemed like eternity.

We had no qualification whatsoever to recommend our case – neither wealth nor social status. We were literally nobody. All that we knew was that we were hungry for Him, hungry for His love. “If you need Me, you deserve Me”, declares Bhagavan. “Love My uncertainty.” We were being initiated into the ABC of His spiritual vocabulary.

Unpredictable, But Sure, is His Grace!

Years rolled by and I was nearing completion of my final year M. Com. The door of our classroom at the Institute in Puttaparthi opened into the corridor of the first floor and was always locked. Thus, entry to our classroom was possible only through the adjacent classroom. One morning as our class was going on, suddenly the door opened and there stood Bhagavan. It was very unusual and it had never happened before. Even when He had come earlier to the college, He would visit only the science labs, but not the commerce classrooms. That day He had brought several sadhus (saints), who were organizing the Sadhu Sammelan at Puttaparthi. They happened to have a commerce background and so the Lord decided to show them the commerce department.

We all stood up in awe and delight as Swami greeted our professor. The Vice-Chancellor, Mr. S. N. Saraf, who followed Bhagavan into the class noticed one of my classmates and told Bhagavan – “Swami, this boy spoke in the prayer hall today on Swami Vivekananda.”

“How did he speak?” queried Bhagavan. “Very well”, replied the Vice-chancellor.

Bhagavan beckoned the student and asked him to take padanamaskar. Then, blessing all of us, He left. Later my classmate told me, “You have spoken many times in the presence of Bhagavan, and I never got that opportunity. The only time I gave a speech, was in the college. But Swami came all the way to our classroom to give me padanamaskar.” When, where, how and on whom the Lord showers His grace nobody can predict. We have to love His uncertainty and be ever ready to receive His Grace.

A Divine Lesson

It was 30 December, 1997, the day of the Sri Sathya Sai Unity Cup match, the first-ever international cricket match at Puttaparthi between India XI and International XI. The students and the staff of the university had their task cut out as our Institute was hosting the match with the Prime Minister of India, Mr. I. K. Gujral, as the chief guest. There was excitement in the air, but we were busy with the background preparations. I was allotted the duty of transporting food preparations to different destinations from the three canteens in the ashram.

Nothing seemed to go right for me that day. From the disappearance of vehicle drivers, to the advancing of the lunch break by one hour, to the traffic jam on the road and the resulting confusion – many things went awry that day, upsetting all my plans. After a bizarre sequence of events, when all the guests had left, I was seated in the mandir portico that evening, dejected and utterly disappointed with myself that I had failed the trust Bhagavan had reposed on us with regard to the day’s arrangements. I had done my best against all odds, at times even beyond my known capacities and against my own temperament. Yet it was not enough.

Bhagavan came amidst us and told the warden, “I am very happy with the work of the boys and the teachers.” Then He walked upto the place where the teachers were seated and pointing to a couple of teachers enquired, “Who all worked today?” “We all worked together Swami,” chorused all the teachers and Swami was pleased with our answer. Instantly, my spirits were lifted and the dejection and disappointment that clouded my mind vanished as if in a dream. On deeper reflection I realized that Sai had willed the day’s events to be so. What He appreciated and applauded was the sincere, determined and devoted effort put in by each one of us. While the world enjoyed a cricket match, we were learning our own spiritual lessons of devotion and surrender.

Happiness Lies in Trusting His Wisdom!

Bhagavan’s birthday festival in 1989 was fast approaching. Bhagavan had permitted me to leave for Delhi after the birthday celebrations to attend to some personal work and return in fifteen days. On November 24, I sought His guidance regarding my departure. He instructed me to leave the next day. After the bhajans, I went to a devotee who had reserved my ticket for that day as requested by me earlier. I apologized to Him and explained the new development. The devotee said that there was nothing to worry and that He would cancel the ticket. It did seem odd to abandon a confirmed railway ticket from Puttaparthi after the birthday and to travel unreserved. But if it was the Lord’s plan, then that was it.

I reached Dharmavaram railway station on November 25 night to board the Karnataka Express to Delhi. As the train steamed into the station, I found the train strangely half empty. It was the time Mr. V. P. Singh got elected as the Prime Minister of India. Being election day, most people were in their respective native places and very few were traveling. I boarded one of the compartments and sat on an empty seat. No ticket collector came that night. Perhaps, they were also relaxing with the train being almost empty. I had a blissful sleep that night and the next day I got my ticket reserved. Literally, I could choose my seat as it were. I was mentally thanking Bhagavan for the comfortable journey in spite of traveling on an unreserved ticket.

As I reached Delhi another revelation occurred. My sister, who was an artist, was putting up a painting exhibition. For some reason the date of the exhibition was postponed to the very day of my return journey. Had Bhagavan not delayed my departure from Puttaparthi, I would have left one day earlier as per Bhagavan’s direction to return in fifteen days and missed my sister’s exhibition. This would have disappointed her immensely. As it happened, due to lack of time I left our residence for the exhibition and from there proceeded straight to the railway station to embark on the return journey. When we live with Bhagavan, the frightening levels of uncertainty that surrounds Him may at times unnerve us, but if we learn to trust His Wisdom and love His uncertainty, He takes meticulous care of everything.

As we look at our chaotic world today, we may believe that God has a plan but it has gone hopelessly awry. The Divine mystery is revealed little by little, step by step. It is like an action packed thriller movie where the suspense is dispelled only after you sit through the entire movie.

We are fortunate to be contemporaries of the living and loving Swami. It is our duty to rally around Him and join hands with Him in His glorious mission.

The play is His; the role is His gift; the lines are written by Him; He directs; He decides the dress and the decor, the gesture and the tone, the entrance and the exit.

We have to act the role well and receive His applause when the curtain falls. We have to earn by our efficiency and enthusiasm to play higher and higher roles – that is the meaning and purpose of life.

– Courtesy: “Hridaya Brindavan 2005

– By Sri Sanjay Sahani

The Shirdi Sai Photo – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.

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Love in thought is truth.
Love in action is right conduct.
Love is understanding, is peace.
Love in feeling is non-violence.
Love is a bridge over the sea of change.
Do not build a house on it.

-Sathya Sai Baba

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Where there is Faith, there is Love;
Where there is Love, there is Peace;
Where there is Peace, there is Truth;
Where there is Truth, there is God;
Where there is God, there is Bliss.

-Sathya Sai Baba

A Silent Lesson from long ago.

Teachings are given in many different ways by Sai Baba. He often  ‘disguises’ his teaching lessons by changing his personal form,  from beloved Sai in an orange robe. to a  physical form we do not know! I have had this happen to me on 4-5 occassions. The ‘other’ ‘forms’ of Sai, are often strange or outlandish characters that one would not normally know or speak to. These characters appear to know everything about us. I find these experiences to be the most delightful of all the teachings that Sai gives to his devotees.

– Sathya Sai Memories

My Dutch friend and I were sitting together one morning in the old darshan area,   the time –  between darshan and bhajans. We both had our purses. They were allowed back then.

I  remember the experience clearly because it was a few days before my flight home. I had been clearing out my room in the ashram, given away my entire collection of Swami photos and posters. I had one more photo in my purse and a packet of vibuthi that I decided should go to my friend. Although I loved being with Swami, I did not see him as my guru, nor did I want to keep photos or vibuthi or any form of attachment to him.

My friend was reluctant to take the vibuthi and the photograph but as I insisted, she took them and put them away into her purse.

Bhajans began and the old mandir- darhsan area, filled with an enormous crowd of ladies.  At the end of the bhajans, Swami came out and blessed everyone, then if I remember correctly, he returned to his upstairs room in the temple. As soon as the signal was given for us to rise and leave the darshan area, the ladies rose altogether and scrambled to leave by the main entrance. The  horrendous rush caused chaos  up to and outside on the pathway. I had difficulty passing through without bumping into everyone…..

Once outside of the main gate, a little old lady dressed in white approached. She tugged at my arm, and when I tried to loosen myself, she grabbed my hand, placing a small photograph of Shirdi Sai Baba into my palm.

“You keep this,” she said.

I turned to her and motioned that I did not want a photograph. She looked at me in a pained way but  she  insisted I keep it. I remember her closing my fingers around the little photograph with much love. She gave me a beatific smile and disappeared back into the crowd.

I stood for a moment or two examining the photograph. When I turned it over, there was an interesting message on the other side.

“Look at me whole-heartedly and I, in turn, look at you similarly. Sitting in this Masjid, I speak the truth nothing but the truth. No Sadhanas, nor proficiency in the six Shastras are necessary. Have faith and confidence in your Guru. Believe fully, that Guru is the sole Actor and Doer. Blessed is he who knows the greatness of his Guru and thinks him to Be Hari. (God).”

What a surprise to read such a  message and what shocked me more was the photo of Shirdi Sai now in my hand. The lady seemed to know how I felt and by giving me the photo, she’d indicated my lack of faith in Swami. This had to be clearly the case, for the message on the backside of the photo also seemed to be telling me as much. It  most likely was an  indirect message from Swami himself.

Some years later I found the very same message in the Shri Sai Satcharita on page 98. The message is incorporated in the story of one, Mrs. Radhabai Deshamukh, who visited Shirdi to be with  that earlier Sai Baba. She wanted Shirdi Sai to give her a mantra but he would not – and Shirdi Sai tells her during a long discussion how he himself, was not given a mantra only the unabated love of his guru.

Sathya Sai, My Story – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.


My Story

“Sai Baba to a devotee in 2009 – “In two years there will be no more foreigners here.” Most of my friends living in Puttaparthi have left. It is the end of an era. The whole point of being with the guru is to grow in wisdom. Once you have had the physical presence for so long, it is time to go away and put into practice what you have learnt. Remember always, the journey, is from oneself to oneself. It is not a point of who is the best, the closest or the most popular among us. These habits belong to the world, not to people wishing to advance on the spiritual path.  Sai should not be  thought of as a personality, but a spiritual mirror. The guru is first and foremost a Mirror into our hearts.


What does a guru do?

“The very first lesson devotees learn from a guru is to catch his hint. A guru always hints. Later on when the devotee is well on his way, the hint will be felt even stronger and comes to be known as the ‘divine hint.’ To some people the guru will use words to aid the devotee to learn. Sometimes, even orders are given, because orders are  easy to understand. The devotee needs always to understand the hint,  for if the hint is lost so also  is the opportunity of learning.

The grace of God cannot be seized; it descends. The actions of the Guru are nothing in themselves; they are only for the good of the devotees. We are loved by the guru and then we feel love for the guru in return. The love is created.  To say ‘I love you’ is easy, but to realise it is difficult. Here is the hidden the mystery of the issue: God Realisation, or Truth.

The guru who has planted the love in the heart of a devotee will always look after him/her, as the gardener looks after a plant; he does not want it to die. The guru devotee relationship is ‘a journey of the soul’…..  Devotee and guru have links with each other from the past. From other dimension too, from where they come.  Returning together although, we might not recognise this link at first, the Guru always knows his devotees. Time and Space does not exist for him. Devotees  come back many times  to be with the guru. Sometimes the training can be rough, for others it is according to their temperament. Some are trained according to the will of the guru. Each of us are at different places of understanding. We are trained accordingly.”


Thirty years have passed since I first heard about Sathya Sai Baba. I can still remember vividly the Sunday afternoon in a bookshop in Georgetown, Washington, D.C. when, out of the blue a young man came up to me and said, “That’s rubbish!” He then pointed to the book I was looking at and grinned. I asked why was it rubbish. He did not explain, he only asked me to follow him to the next book aisle where there were books on Indian philosophy   and various other subjects to do with India. He pointed out a book with an orange cover. “That’s the book for you.” he said then took the book out from the bookcase and placed it into my hand. I glanced at the book without much ado. The little man on the front cover grabbed my attention. His afro hairdo did not exactly turn me on. I was not into Indian gurus at that time. In fact, I knew little about India and absolutely nothing about Indian traditions or religion. I declined the book. The young man, who interested me more than the book because he was so good looking, began a short conversation. I cannot remember just what about, but in the end he decided he would buy the book for me. “”Oh I don’t want it!” I said with a sigh. It wasn’t a book I would read. He insisted. We went to the counter of the bookshop and he paid for the book and gave it to me. Before he left, he wrote an address inside the book cover where bhajans were held in the state Maryland. I lived in Virginia and knew there was no way I would ever make it all the way around the beltway to Bethesda, Maryland to learn more about the guru. The book was put away in my bookcase and never read. It would be years later before I was to meet, again by chance, another person, who would introduce me to Sai Baba with more positive results. I did not visit India until 1990, years after the first introduction to him through the book incident in the Yes bookshop, in Washington, D.C.

The years with Sai Baba passed by quickly. I visited every year and sometimes twice a year, until recently. Those early years, now a distant memory, were full of sweetness and surprise. We were free to roam the ashram at will. Darshans were regular and always at the same time. Sai never kept us waiting. A front line was not too hard a task in those days and we all saw plenty of him. Playful, mischievous and caring, he reflected back to us our own strengths and weaknesses like a mirror. I also noticed, at times, he appeared shy – yet, he always hid his grins from us, when we made him laugh unexpectedly. He was often formal, warm to many, cool to others, harsh with the undisciplined. We always knew our place when at darshan. He was never to be underestimated.  I have known Sai Baba, although not personally, most of my life and have survived many an ordeal in his ashram. Would I do it all again? I cannot say yes or no.  There was so much joy but also Sai is a harsh teacher, there were also many tears. Oftentimes, I felt left out or let down or have become doubtful. A terminal case of doubts always exist in devotees/followers until they have overcome the business of ‘overcoming the form.’  I suppose I’ve obtained another sort of wealth,  one not of this world. Only time will tell. I shall miss Sai Baba and his darshans. They  are fading  away, like summer flowers as the fall sets in…..

Man learns through experience, and the spiritual path is full of different kinds of experiences. He will meet many difficulties and obstacles, and they are the very experiences he needs to encourage and complete the cleansing process.

-Sai Baba


Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it.

-Sai Baba


Kodai-Krishna, Tales From Discourses – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.


Govinda Meaning

“I worship Govinda, the Primeval Lord, the First Progenitor Who is tending the cows, yielding all desires, in abodes built with spiritual gems, surrounded by millions of purpose-trees, always served with great reverence and affection by hundreds of thousands of Lakshmis or Gopis.”

Small Gems from
Swami’s Kodaikanal Discourses

In 1997, Swami gave discourses everyday in Kodaikanal. To make them more interesting to us, he often included small parables to get the meaning across. I wrote down  several of those stories to be use in our magazine InnerViews. Now they will do equally well for Sai Memories.

Four Wives and Four Ways

A rich man had four wives. The first wife was highly spiritual. The second wife was sick. The third wife read many good books. The fourth was a modern wife; she enjoyed fashionable sarees and jewelery.

The rich man went to America on business. There he was delayed. He wrote to his wives to explain, and asked each of them to send a fax and tell him what they wanted him to bring home.

The fourth wife, the modern woman, wanted the husband to bring her the latest fashionable sarees and jewellry. The third wife wanted books full of information and biographies of noble people. The second wife said, “Bring the latest medicines.” The first wife said, “I don’t want anything. It is enough that you return safely.”

The husband returned. He gave the latest sarees and jewels to the fourth wife. All books he gave to the third wife. To the second wife he presented the latest medicines, and then he stayed with the first wife. The three other wives were angry, and asked, “Why do you stay there? Why don’t you stay with us?”

It is difficult to live with one wife, and beyond measure with two wives. Three wives were responsible for Rama being sent into exile. Four wives are unbearable! All three wives started to fight with him.

Then he said, “I gave you what you wanted. You wanted the jewels and sarees; you wanted good books, and you wanted medicines, but first wife wanted me, and I am staying with her.”

God is the same. He acts in a similar way. If someone prays to God, “Oh God, I want wealth and comfort.” God may grant them. If some others pray to God for wisdom, certainly God will teach them wisdom. God also has constructed the Super Specialty Hospital for those who fall sick.

But to those who pray, “Oh God, I want you!” He will be very close to that one. These are the four ways of approaching God.

– Sai Baba

The Best Visa

Whatever you want, God will grant it. But your desires are not important; God is important. If you have God, you will have everything. Real wealth is God; real health is God. You should make every effort to pray for God, because you are from God. You should go back to God. So many have assembled here. Where do you come from?

You belong to different countries all over the world, and now you are here. Though in a blissful state, you have to go back the moment the money is spent, or when the visa expires, you must then return. It is not possible to stay here always.

However, God is not a temporary visit, you should have a permanent visa. It is God’s grace that you can acquire love, love, love! When once you have love, you will have a permanent visa.

There is love in each one of you. Develop that love and share it with others. You can also experience it from others. Love is not one way traffic, it is two ways _ give and take. We don’t need to go anywhere, if we have love.

Many foolish, foolish, foolish people go everywhere seeking that Swami and this Swami.

You need not go anywhere. God is in your heart. Have full faith in God. Do not change your faith. Do not change your concentration, follow one path, have belief in one God; that is the spirit of love.

– Sai Baba

Two Brothers

Excerpt from discourses given in Kodaikanal on the 25th April, 1997

“Once there were two brothers living together. One was a miser and the other was an even greater miser. They were so miserable that they didn’t enjoy anything in life. They heard from a nearby village that an elderly person had died the evening before, and the elder brother decided to visit the village to pay his respects.

To save money, he walked rather than take the local bus. He got up early the next day, lit the lamp and went on his journey. When the younger brother saw the lit lamp he extinguished it with his hands to save oil. Alone in the dark a scorpion stung him, and he suffered greatly.

A half an hour later there was a knock on the door. When he went to open it he saw his brother had returned. I’ve returned to ask you whether or not the lamp was put out,’ said the elder brother. The younger brother still in great pain said, ‘Brother, what have you done? By going and returning, the soles of your shoes have worn out.’

One who has greed and miserliness will have no happiness. Sacrifice is most important. There is no higher quality than sacrifice; with sacrifice one can attain everything.”

– Sai Baba

The Highest

Excerpt from a discourse given in Kodaikanal on the 2nd May, 1997

“People have come here from many distant countries and spent a lot of money. Why? They have come here, due to Divine Love. Without love they could not have come this far and also undergo so many discomforts.

Love is within everyone. Think of everyone as a temple of love. Have love for society, not the illusory love of 1 + 1 + 1. (My, myself and I). Love all the world. At least when you come here try to expand your love.

The world is a mansion where all men belong to rooms called countries, such as India, Japan and America.

Each nation is a room with a different name. But all people are the same Atman. Understand the intimate relationship between the house and the family. Man can achieve anything with unity, but he must make an effort.

“Look to the highest.”

– Sai Baba

Rose Coloured Glasses

Excerpt from a discourse given in Kodaikanal on the 1st May, 1997

“An optimist and a pessimist were both looking at the water in a tumbler. The optimist said that the tumbler was half full and the pessimist said that it was half empty. The optimist is full of happiness. The pessimist uses a parachute, but the optimist uses an aeroplane. But sometimes the parachute is correct. Pessimism and optimism both depend on the attitude.Hopelessness is due to faulty vision. The optimist and pessimist can walk down the same street, the optimist looks up and sees the stars, whereas the pessimist looks down and sees a hole. Both are walking on the same road but there is a difference in the vision or attitude.

Change your vision to think that everything is God. Know the difference between spectacles and vision. With our natural eyes we see colours. When we use the spectacles of love, the entire world is full of love. Everything becomes love. Spectacles cover the eyes but do not obstruct vision. See the proper colour, the whole. God is full of love. Wear the glasses of love.”

Darshan seating!

From a discourse given in Kodaikanal on the 3rd of May,1997

“The darshan queues now resemble a bus queue. Everyone is thinking only of him or herself. There is no thought for others. When the time for the bus is due the queue pushes and tramples over others to get to the best available seats. No one stops to consider others, their welfare. All rush without a care for anyone else!

This is not right, THERE IS A SEAT FOR EVERYONE. No one should take all the best seats at the expense of others!

( Swami gave a direct look to those in the bhajan hall ) I tell you, there is a seat available for everyone of you – no need to worry.”

– Sai Baba

Fire is hidden in wood and God in Man – Baba

The best and only religion in the world is the religion of love. The good-hearted man who professes no religion is the truly religious man. All are pilgrims on the road; some going very fast, some going slower, that is all. The goal is the same for you all though the roads may be very different and many in number.

–  Sai Baba

Sai Baba’s Parable – Kodaikanal,1997 – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.

old photo of darshan in Kodaikanal during 1997

Sai Baba from a Kodaikanal Discourse, 1997

In 1997, Swami gave discourses everyday in Kodaikanal. To make them more interesting to us, he often included small parables to get the meaning across. I wrote several down. Here is one that I found fascinating.

Four Wives and Four Ways

A rich man had four wives. The first wife was highly spiritual. The second wife was sick. The third wife read many good books. The fourth was a modern wife; she enjoyed fashionable sarees and jewellry.

The rich man went to America on business. There he was delayed. He wrote to his wives to explain, and asked each of them to send a fax and tell him what they wanted him to bring home.

The fourth wife, the modern woman, wanted the husband to bring her the latest fashionable sarees and jewellry. The third wife wanted books full of information and biographies of noble people. The second wife said, “Bring the latest medicines.” The first wife said, “I don’t want anything. It is enough that you return safely.”

The husband returned. He gave the latest sarees and jewels to the fourth wife. All books he gave to the third wife. To the second wife he presented the latest medicines, and then he stayed with the first wife. The three other wives were angry, and asked, “Why do you stay there? Why don’t you stay with us?”

It is difficult to live with one wife, and beyond measure with two wives. Three wives were responsible for Rama being sent into exile. Four wives are unbearable! All three wives started to fight with him.

Then he said, “I gave you what you wanted. You wanted the jewels and sarees; you wanted good books, and you wanted medicines, but first wife wanted me, and I am staying with her.”

God is the same. He acts in a similar way. If someone prays to God, “Oh God, I want wealth and comfort.” God may grant them. If some others pray to God for wisdom, certainly God will teach them wisdom. God also has constructed the Super Specialty Hospital for those who fall sick.

But to those who pray, “Oh God, I want you!” He will be very close to that one. These are the four ways of approaching God.

– Sai Baba

“A Moment In Time” You Tube – My Heart Goes On Sathya Sai Memories Cont.


This you tube forms part of my memories of Swami at the time I visited Prasanthi Nilayam during the early 1990’s. I remember so clearly the beauty and serenity of the old palm trees; the monkeys who threw coconuts at us as we sat waiting for Baba to appear from his temple home. I remember the zig -zag pathways leading to little grottos of peace within the ashram. The steep stone steps that  led us to the meditation tree where people sat for hours just gazing over the Chittravarthi river. In those days there was only a small village called Puttaparthi, the original and almost stone age, and as Swami had known it as a child…….

The old mandir was still there. A shattered building with its primitive quarters. Although ancient it had a wonderful feel. The peace just perminated  the inside hall and one thought that at any moment Swami would walk in. There were  many interesting old photos and pictures hanging on  the walls.  All dusty and faded with age. I wish they had kept the old mandir, sadly they knocked it down to build a new one……….

Love this quotation from Sai Baba

Love as humbleness is Greatness.

Love As Kindness is Sweet.

Love as thought is Truth.

Love as action is Righteous Conduct.

Love as feeling is Peace.

Love as understanding is Non-violence.

Love is selflessness.

Selfishness is Lovelessness.

Love gives and forgives.

Selfishness gets and forgets.

Guru Poornima, 1997 – Sathya Sai Memories Cont.

The Prayer

Loka Samasta Sukino Bhavantu

Loka Samasta Sukino Bhavantu

Loka Samasta Sukino Bhavantu


Shan’ti Shan’ti Shan’ti

The Story

Guru Poornima – 20th July 1997


This is an incident which took place in a Sai centre in Muscat, Sultanate of Oman. Sai Sadan celebrated the Guru Pournami festival in a grand manner in the evening of 20th July ‘97. In order to imbue the occasion with greater spiritual vibrations, the Sri Sathya Sai Sathyanarayana Vrata katha parayana, i.e., the reading of our beloved Lord Sai’s life story, was conducted, in addition to the normal bhajans. The “parayana” and bhajan went on, with more than the usual fervour by the devotees.

When nearing the conclusion of the bhajan (at about 8.50 p.m.) the Centre Chairman, Mr. Rai, looked around casually behind him at the congregation, in order to decide on who should have the privilege of taking the Mangala Aarathi on this auspicious occasion. He was gladdened to see Mr. Gul Gandhi sitting right at the back, in line with the aisle, leaning on the rear wall. Mr. Gandhi is easily recognizable, not only by his big frame, but also for his big heart and great humility, being an inspiration to many a Sai devotee in Muscat. Rai felt that he should take the Aarathi that day. However, within a few seconds he received a hand written note from his wife, requesting that she would like to have the honour. Mr. Rai then remembered that the next day was her birthday and he did not have the heart to refuse her this request. He mentally apologised to Swami and to Mr. Gandhi for having to change his mind and let the lady perform the Aarathi. Subsequently, before conclusion of the prayers he went to the kitchen to check on the Prasad, and again passed Mr. Gandhi sitting at the rear.

The prayers were concluded, devotees (who numbered about 80 when only about 35 – 40 were expected to attend) had their prasad (lovingly prepared and served by the Shakti Wing ladies) and dispersed by around 10.00 p.m.

Rai was about to retire for the night, when around 10.30 the doorbell rang and whom does he find but Mr. Gandhi at the doorstep, who wanted to know where the Guru Pournami festivities had taken place that evening! Rai swallowed his surprise and named the other center (about 15 k.m. away in Ruwi) where also the prayers were held, assuming Mr. Gandhi was asking for this information. Mr. Gandhi again asked him, “Where was it held in this area, was it in the Ghala center?”. Rai replied that it was very much here and invited him in. To further confound Rai, Mr. Gandhi then asked him if he could have vibhuti prasad. This, of course, puzzled Rai, since he had seen Mr. Gandhi at the prayer. He asked him to go ahead and take it from the altar whilst asking him whether he had not taken it earlier during the prayer. Rai was absolutely stunned when Mr. Gandhi apologized to him saying that he was on the evening shift at the airport and was unable to leave till around 9.45 pm, though he had made prior arrangements with a colleague in order to be able to leave early enough to attend the bhajan. He said he had reached home a few minutes earlier, but he felt (heard) Swami urging him to go to the bhajan centre (even though it was quite late) and partake the prasad there.

Meanwhile, Rai’s elderly mother, who does not follow English, had very kindly placed whatever prasad that was left in a plate and offered it to Mr. Gandhi who was reluctant to impose on them at that late hour. However, Rai convinced him that this prasad seemed to have been meant for him as nobody else would have it earlier. When Rai explained the details to Mr. Gandhi and even showed him the spot where he saw him sitting during the prayers, all that Mr. Gandhi could do after partaking the food, was to go straight to the altar and prostrate in front of Swami’s portrait. Meanwhile, Rai noticed that Mr. Gandhi was in his official clothes (Aviation Staff uniform) whereas he had seen him in white clothes earlier.

The next day in office, Rai was finding it hard to keep his mind on the job. He was convinced that he had seen Mr. Gandhi during the bhajans, but nobody else, including his wife, mother and other devotees he spoke to had seen him there. (This was also reconfirmed with at least 10 persons who had been present) While he was wracking his brains on this, his close friend and colleague Sanil, who had also been at the bhajan, dropped in. Rai asked him whether he had seen Mr. Gandhi at the prayer. To his astonishment and great relief, Sanil confirmed it, including the same spot where Rai had seen Mr. Gandhi sitting. He also added that he not only saw Mr. Gandhi but also spoke to him and shook his hands, before they left the prayer hall together. He did not remember seeing him after that instance.

Was it Mr. Gandhi or was it Lord Sai in his form who attended the prayers?

No one, who knows him, can ever doubt the integrity of Mr. Gandhi, or of Mr. Rai and Mr. Sanil. Furthermore, it was confirmed with the Duty Officer of Oman Aviation, Mr. Purushottam Rao, that Mr. Gandhi had indeed left his workplace that evening around 9.45 p.m.

It was none other than our Beloved Lord Sai, who blessed and graced the Sai center’s devotees with his Divine Presence, though invisible to all except the two blessed gentlemen and also in the form of another “blessed” devotee.

Why did he choose that form?

Nobody except Swami Himself can answer that question. We can only say, ‘it was one more of His leelas’.

-sent to us from Muscat. 1997