No One Knows Me! – A Devotees Story From Long Ago.

Sathya Sai Baba in the early days. Under the old Banyan Tree in Whitefield.


A brilliant Indian student by the name of Vemu Mukunda had taken science courses at universities in India. Then he left his motherland to conduct post graduate research in Scotland. He took a job in England working in the field of nuclear science. Although outwardly he seemed to have successfully established himself in his chosen field, yet he was not happy. He had left his family, friends, and culture behind and now found himself living in an environment where the advancements in technology were considered the highest goal and his only social life consisted of attending endless rounds of cocktail parties. He felt his life was empty and without purpose and this feeling came to a crisis point when his brother and sister both died back in India. Furthermore the negative use of nuclear science to build weapons of mass destruction weighed on his conscience and made him question his choice of career. He began to sink into a state of chronic depression which was only briefly relieved by the release he felt when he made music on the Indian stringed Veena that he had played since childhood.


It was during that period of black despair that a series of strange incidents occurred to bring a new influence into his life. By coincidence, a mutual friend in London had a veena at home that was badly damaged and when he heard of Vemu’s skill with the instrument he invited him to his home to see if he might be able to repair the instrument. Vemu went to the home along with some friends and indeed found the instrument so badly damaged that he was completely unable to get any pleasant sounds out of it at all. However he agreed to take the instrument back to his home and see if he could repair it.

On the way home, the friends who had brought him wanted to stop at a house where they knew the residents were conducting Sai Baba bhajan sessions (sacred singing). Though Vemu had no special interest in doing so, since he was riding with them he went along with the plan.

When they arrived at the house and went in, he saw a picture of Sathya Sai Baba on the wall and immediately had the thought: “Oh, no not him”. His parents had been followers of Shirdi Sai Baba and they felt that Sathya Sai Baba, who claimed to be the reincarnation of Shirdi Sai Baba, was an imposter and so Vemu had also taken on this attitude. Shirdi Sai Baba left his body in 1918 and many of his original followers were unwilling to believe that he had taken on the Sathya Sai form eight years later (Sathya Sai was born in 1926) even though Shirdi Sai Baba had told his followers just before his death that he would take birth again eight years hence.

Vemu had no interest in the bhajans and so he sat behind the other singers and took no part in the singing. However during a lull in the bhajans the hostess put a veena in his hands and asked him to play something. In an abstracted mood he began to strum the instrument and presently a tune came into his head and he began to play. The others very much enjoyed his playing and when the song ended they asked him to play another song. He agreed, playing the first tune that came to mind. At the end of the second song, he suddenly realized that the two songs he had just played had been composed by two different Indian Saints but the titles of the songs had the same meaning in the respective languages of the composers: “No One is Equal to You”.

Now Vemu looked down at the veena he had been playing and realized that it was the badly damaged one he had been taking home to repair. But mysteriously, every note he had played on it had been completely harmonious. Now he tried to play it consciously and not a single harmonious note would come out of it. He began to feel as if something miraculous had occurred and he felt the hair on his head standing on end.

He thought to himself: “Sai Baba! What power. Is he a black magician?”

After this incident Vemu began to get invitations to play professionally. He accepted whenever it fit into his schedule and strangely, wherever he played he would run into someone who would talk about Sathya Sai Baba. At home his friends in London kept pressing him to attend Sai Baba bhajan sessions. He began to feel that he was being pursued by Sai Baba!

Vemu had been schooled on the principles of science and so his confidence was more on the field of matter than that of the spirit. He felt that the realm of spirit was only a way by which some people escaped from harsh reality. And yet some part of him wanted to proceed into the spiritual realm while the other part wanted nothing to do with it. His mental torment increased and he felt himself being torn in two different directions. He continued to resist the spiritual impulse and yet, the world of physics and materialism had lost its charm for him.

Finally in a state of complete desperation he sat down and addressed a letter to Sathya Sai Baba at his residence at Prasanthi Nilayam. Although he had heard that Sai Baba does not answer directly by writing back, it was said that he would provide the answer in some more direct form. He poured out his heart’s dilemma asking Sai Baba if he should continue in his chosen profession of nuclear engineering, quit and become a full time musician, or renounce the world and become a religious devotee (Sannyasi).

As he boarded a flight to Paris for a Veena concert, he wondered how and in what form he might receive a response to his letter but nothing unusual happened on the trip. On his return to London, he began to feel an inexplicable urge to visit the same home where he had played the damaged veena during the bhajan session. This was curious to him since he didn’t even want to go there the first time. He ignored the urge for a while but finally gave in. Approaching the house, he noticed the “Om Sai” written on the front of the house. The owner of the house, Mrs Sitabai, greeted him at the door and told him she was very glad he had come because she had something for him. They went to the shrine room and she handed him a photograph telling him an unknown visitor had attended the last bhajan session and had asked that the picture be given to Vemu as soon as possible. He looked at the photograph and saw that it was a picture of Sathya Sai Baba playing the veena!

He was immediately overcome with emotion and surrendered to Sai Baba by prostrating before the large photo of him on the wall. Tears of emotion ran down his cheeks. He knew now that he had his answer. He soon quit his job and became a full time musician. His reputation as a skilled veena musician spread and he began to get calls from all over Europe, including as far away as Russia. He felt that somehow his sudden success was due in part to the guiding hand of Sathya Sai Baba and he began to feel that he wanted to return to India and visit him. At about this time his mother and father were also asking him to return to India to see them and so he began to think seriously about making the trip home. But at the back of his mind was a fear that all the events were just coincidences and the result of his own imagination and that Sai Baba might refuse to see him. It would be a great disappointment to him if Sai Baba ignored him.

He decided to write to a friend and have him ask if he should come to visit Sai Baba. Soon afterwards he had a vivid dream in which Sai Baba came to him and rubbed his sacred ash (vibhutti) on his left shoulder beneath his shirt and said to him: “Come to India”. When he awoke the dream seemed very real but he still felt that it might have been created out of his wish to go to India to see the great teacher. After several days of struggle he made up his mind to go so he canceled all his performance reservations and took a plane to India.

When he arrived at Swami’s (i.e. Sai Baba’s) residence he took his place on the grounds at the end of a line of men. One of the devotees told him that he had arrived just in time for Darshan, in which Sai Baba circulates among his devotees giving sight of a holy person. Vemu sat quietly enjoying the feeling of peace that emanated from the place and waited patiently. Soon there was a stir at the other end of the lines and he caught sight of the orange colored robe of Sai Baba as he circulated slowly, gracefully among the devotees, stopping briefly to talk to some, to create vibhutti for some lucky ones, or to take letters from others. As Sai Baba got closer, Vemu felt his excitement and anxiety increase. As he saw the robe and delicate feet approach him he could not bear to look directly into his face, encircled with a halo of hair and so he cast his glance downward onto the ground. His heart was in his mouth and his body became rigid as he noticed the feet approach ever closer. Vemu had written a letter to give to Sai Baba but he had completely lost his wits and did not even think to hand it to him. He felt Baba take the letter from his hand and then he raised him up and he heard him say in a quiet voice: “Go inside and wait”.

Vemu went inside and when at last he faced Sai Baba alone in the interview room, Sai Baba created vibhutti for him and rubbed it on his left shoulder under his shirt just as he had done in the dream. Then Sai Baba began to discuss the obstacles in his life showing complete familiarity with his career struggle, his desire to play the veena, his depression, and other details of his daily life. As the talk ended, Baba circled his hand and produced out of air a five faced rudraksha bead in a gold setting at the end of a gold chain. He gave it to Vemu to wear constantly and told him that he would have great success both in his new career and in his spiritual progress. He then invited Vemu to play the veena at a musical concert to be held at the Sathya Sai College in Brindavan.

When the time of the concert came, Vemu brought along his eighty year old father who had been a close devotee of Shirdi Sai Baba. His father told the son he would just sit outside on the outer grounds and wait. But when Sai Baba learned the father was present he immediately called him inside and in Vemu’s words: “For a whole hour Swami talked to my father like a loving mother to her child. After that my father was a changed man.” Now the entire family, Vemu’s father, mother, brother and all the other members of the family are followers of Sathya Sai Baba.

From a story that appears in its original form in Sai Baba, Avatar by Howard Murphet. Birth Day Publishing. San Diego, CA.

This book contains a whole collection of devotee’s stories as well as the personal experiences of the author with Sai Baba.

My Visit To Chartres – Sacred Geometry

link to the Sacred Geometry of Chartres Cathedral…. Amazing link… – the construction of the stained glass windows


Chartres Cathedral at Night
The North Port. The sculpture narrates the history of humanity from creation to the coming of Christ. This is continued in The South Porth
the Blue Window

The most amazing fact about the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Chartres is that it unites contradictions at one and the same space. Ancient pagan sanctuary with traces of labyrinthine maps to worship the solar cycle similar to Stonehenge transformed into one of the gems of Christian cathedral culture, it is the incarnation of the Sacred, par excellence, whatever the form. Located in the Loire Valley, Chartres Cathedral has been a Christian religious and architectural icon since the eleventh century. This Gothic cathedral has survived wars, revolutions and even fire. Towering church spires, stained multi-coloured glass and the labyrinth will be offered to visitors’ admiration.

The linguistic difference between mazes and labyrinths can be discussed. Most people consider them to be synonyms, but unlike mazes, labyrinths have a single path, no dead ends, and one way in and out. In many world’s religions it symbolizes the journey of the spiritual seeker, the path one must walk in order to grow towards clarity and wisdom.

I spent two days in the splendor of this amazing cathedral, trying to capture with my camera what is simply not possible to capture. Chartres is more about light and vibration than the beauty of its architecture. The Cathedral is huge, its grand pillars and stained glass windows, leaves one in such awe that taking photos is a chore anyway. Chartes is undergoing restoration and cleaning, therefore it is quite impossible to see the entire structure as some areas are hidden from view. The Cathedral is located in the middle of the charming town of Chartres, which in itself is of significant historic value. There is also a school of Sacred Geometry in Chartres, and I have been told that the Cathedral is of special interest to Keith Crithlow, who created some of the sacred geometry designs for the SS Hospital in Puttaparthi. 

Journey To Kodaikanal – Sathya Sai Memories

The Journey

Despite the twelve hours, hot and bumpy taxi trip, the death-defying 24 hairpin bends along the overhanging cliff road,  winding our way through the Palani Mountains at speed , visiting seedy hotels with cold, brown water, the ill-flavoured food;  the Kodaikanal travel experience was rather exciting.

The mountains and the hairpin bends –

After hours of sitting in the back of a taxi in 100 degrees plus temperatures, we began the steady mountain climb at precisely 6.30 p.m. The enormous trees threw long shadows across the road, hinting at the impending dusk.

On each turn, a variety of hand painted slogans appeared on adjacent boulders, “Jesus Loves You” or “Jesus Saves” – a loud declaration that Kodaikanal was pretty much a place of Christian worship. Now and again, we would see ‘Sai Ram’ or ‘Om Sai Ram’ –  a welcoming gesture to Baba who would take this route later, on his way to his Kodaikanal Ashram home.

Each hairpin turn became more terrifying than the one before. I held tightly on to my seat as my heart flipped over and over. We drove on slowly. Gradually, as I watched, the sun dropped below the horizon, leaving behind a night sky of soft golden hues tinged with pale iridescent pinks that soon faded into a velvety darkness, obscuring the valleys far below.

Our drive became more relaxed, the trees closed in around us, and a red glow could be seen in the distance. A forest fire was threatening to burn out of control; luckily, it started to rain and the menacing red glow became a ghostly shimmer – soon left behind.

The mountain road narrowed and was no longer just a road, but a dark tunnel of huge trees now bathed in soft moonlight. How different the mountains looked, compared with a few hours earlier, when brilliant sunshine had provided us with clear and often petrifying views of the mountain terrain. We drove on, up and up, until at last, houses began to appear.

Swami during a stay in Kodai

Out of the darkness, a barrier appeared. Our taxi driver got out of the car and wearily walked over to the guards to ask questions. I opened the car window to sniff the air; it was cool, earthly and the wet leaves from the trees made it sweet.

A young man boarded the taxi. “I will direct you to your hotel,” he muttered in broken English. We had finally made it to ‘rustic’ Kodaikanal.

Our chief concern now was to find our hotel. The young guide directed our driver to the location, but expressed disappointment at our choice, and we soon knew why.

We simply took one look at the pre-booked hotel, which happened to be situated in the centre of town, surrounded by small taverns and other eating establishments, and decided to cancel the room.

Instead, we chose the Paradise Inn which, at the time, had a choice of rooms. The manager took us to room 501 – a room slightly apart from the others. “This is a very quiet,” he said cheerfully, as he walked over to switch on the T.V. Suddenly from the ceiling came a thunderous sound. “People rushing?” I asked. “No rats!” replied the manager. “They won’t hurt you” he said with a tongue in cheek attitude. We took the room for the night, I stayed awake all night long just in case ‘our friends’ returned. They did. We left at dawn for a room on a lower floor.

Room 401, directly below, and graded ’super-deluxe’ was ample, comfortable and clean. The down side – brown water coming from elaborate plumbing, and one broken window covered with cardboard, the outside of which displayed the fearsome face of a devil. I was not amused.

Swami’s Arrival

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Swami came by car the very next day. The ashram staff, newly assembled, told us he would arrive by four p.m. at the latest. We decided to wait at the Ashram. My husband went inside and sat in the men’s section, under the green canopy. I stayed outside – standing.

Swami finally arrived at six o’clock but I wasn’t disappointed by the long wait for, as his car turned to enter the ashram drive, a very happy Swami leaned forward and gave a spontaneous wave. I waved back with both hands.

The next morning, we arrived early and anxious for darshan. The waiting area turned out to be in the main road! Traffic grudgingly gave way to pedestrians, while tooting horns offended our ears, and petrol fumes choked us. Newly arrived vendors, soon to be entrepreneurs, offered us solace in Masala tea. But as we sipped, other vendors bombarded us with incense sticks, Swami photos, cassettes, bread, biscuits, cakes, jewellery etc. And to top it all, ‘our line’ drew `unlucky’ token number 13.

Meanwhile, the seva dal had problems positioning the ladies and by the time we reached the seating area, Swami had already given darshan. Wearily, I concluded Kodaikanal was `full of surprises’ – not all pleasant.

As the days went by, things rapidly improved. We received close morning darshans under fair and cloudless skies. The sun shone warmly on us, and Swami, much like the sun himself, was radiant, smiling and relaxed, (and definitely in a holiday mood). He took time to bless our photos, pendants, take letters, give padnamaskar – even luckier devotees managed to hold his hand.

Both the Tamil Nadu and subsequent Kerala New Year celebrations were held under a canopy of brilliant blue sky. A smiling Swami sat serenely on his jasmine bedecked balcony, while cords of delightful music entertained us. On one occasion, Swami rewarded the singer with a beautiful gold bracelet that he materialised with a wave of his hand. The singer returned to finish her programme. Sincere feelings of gratitude overwhelmed me, as I sat listening to the moving performance. I felt a sincere gratefulness for days such as these: a `heavenly break’ from the mundane chores of life.

Unfortunately, the afternoons held less promise for most devotees. The clouds gathered daily around 1:00 p.m. and torrential rain followed. The discourses, as usual, were held in the small hall but, with the introduction of V.I.P. lines, few `general lines’ could attend. We sat outside under the canopy, hoping for just a glimpse of Swami.

One morning, this family received a blessing for our magazine, INNERVIEWS,  followed by an unexpected “Very happy” from Swami. We were overjoyed. Swami also blessed my golden cross and chain. (I had waited for years for the blessing.) After Swami blessed my cross, I immediately placed it around my neck again; the cross surged with vibrating energy. A friend, who has a ring from Swami, remarked that she had not felt such energy when she had the ring  materialized. “Maybe darshan blessings are more potent”, I thought, with a chuckle.

swam in slippers at Kodaikanal

Swami in slippers -cute!

An Unexpected Morning

My fondest memory of the trip has to be darshan, April 27th. My husband had left for home.

It was a dream day, clear, balmy, and from the roadside the Kodaikanal lake looked more enchanting than usual. Our line drew token number one and the seva dal promptly moved us to the entrance.

Mentally, I thanked Swami for the line. “At last,” I thought,“I can be truly near him this morning.” The seva dal took us straight in and gave us really good seats. We waited calmly for Swami to appear.

He entered the lady’s side facing the V.I.P.’s then suddenly swapped his position and stood in front of us – for a moment there was complete silence. I asked to touch his foot (padnamaskar), but the ladies seated beside me, reached for his feet first. I felt disappointed as he withdrew from us. ‘Obviously no feet touching today,’ I thought to myself as he strolled further down the line of ladies. But there is a twist to the story, and `the ending’ appears at the bottom of the page. *

After darshan, a surprise announcement from the staff, requested us to remain seated for Swami’s blessed prasad. Within minutes the college students appeared with large silver containers full of sweet rice and curd. A little later the seva dal distributed the delicious food on silver paper plates. We ate slowly, enjoying the unexpected meal.

Swami stood on the balcony watching over us as we ate, I remember how young He looked that morning. He seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, every once in a while, he smiled and waved to us. We waved back with our sticky fingers. He later jokingly asked some of the ladies if they would like second helpings. What an enchanting morning and most unexpected. That’s how it is in Kodaikanal.

The Dream

On my arrival home in May, my husband revealed a dream he had had of Swami near the end of April at the time I had asked Swami for padnamaskar. The ‘dream experience’ here below, is in his own words :

“In the dream, I was working in an office complex. The corridor outside my office leads to a `T’ junction. If you turn left at the `T’ junction, Swami’s office is the first office on the right.

I had just left my office and reached the `T’ junction when Swami came out of his office bearing a number of letters and correspondence in his right hand. His left hand was empty. He asked me something in a language I didn’t understand, but to which I replied, `Yes, Swamiji’. Swami then repeated the question in English when he concluded I had not understood. Again, I responded, `Yes, Swamiji’ and with this response, Swami turned to go.

By this time I had assumed a yoga-like kneeling posture and could feel the cold partition wall against my left shoulder. In that split second, it seemed like a golden opportunity to offer a request of my own: `Swamiji, padnamaskar?’ I asked.

At this request, Swami took his left hand to raise the hem of his orange gown and uttered the word `Take!’. Now I was on the horns of a dilemma – two feet – which to choose? I made my choice and …”

* and my husband kissed Swami’s left foot… (Note that my husband had no idea I had asked Swami for padnamaskar on the morning of the 27th April. )

Transmission Through dreams –

Doing some research, we found this explanation in one of our books. ‘When the guru appears in dreams, it is real. When he talks or gives a message, it is real. If the guru or ishta keeps his hand on the head in the dream, then it’s a blessing. This is real and not symbolic.’

‘If, in dreams, one feels the touch of the guru or the ishta on the body, it is the transmission of spiritual power. It is real.’

‘Physical communication is often limited because the guru is governed by time and space, but in dreams the guru is free to give personal help and guidance and it is real.’

‘The guru gives spiritual transmission through dreams, through heart-to-heart communication, through inner guidance and intuition. The secret is to develop your ability to understand your own intuitive nature.

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We were there in 2003, but sadly I was ill so did not stay. Swami had not been well either at the time, and darshans were not the same. Kodaikanal had been my favourite retreat and where my fondest memories remain.

Kodaikanal Experiences From The 1990’s – Sathya Sai Memories

Many times Sai Baba has said that He knows all about us, our weaknesses and strengths, our past, present and future. And with this all knowing knowledge He can help us improve ourselves if we are willing to let Him. He can guide us through difficult times, protect us, even save our lives if our karma is that way. He can transform us and make us wiser human beings too, but it takes time and we need to listen carefully to His every word.

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Sai’s instructions are often subtle. He may be talking to someone else and say something that, if we are alert, allows us to see our own situation in a new light. In other words He uses hints rather than direct commands.

One morning in 1999, in Kodaikanal, Sai strolled along the line of ladies seated in the patient area, taking letters and blessing photos but suddenly stopped in front of an elderly lady seated near me and asked her sweetly,

“Are you leaving?”

With a puzzled look, the lady answered “Oh no Swami.”

He looked happy and said, “good girl, you stay.”

The lady next to me turned and whispered in my ear,

“It’s you that wants to leave, I remember you said so before darshan. I bet He means you.” She chuckled in a knowing way.

She was absolutely right about my wanting to leave. I had remarked to several people before darshan that I felt unwell and perhaps I’d better leave earlier than planned.

Now what to do? I had heard Sai’s instruction to the lady and heard her puzzled reply. Obviously she had no intention of leaving now or any time soon. Could Sai have meant me? I really didn’t know. But His short conversation with the lady had given me much to think about.

Back In the quiet of my hotel room, I sat and thought about the trip. It had been a tough one. My husband had suffered a serious accident a few months before and the trauma of it had left me exhausted and stressed. In fact, I had cancelled my planned trip to India in early March due to my husband’s poor health and my own exhaustion.

Then a few nights later, I had a vivid dream of Sai welcoming me in a warm way, and offering me vibuthi. On waking I decided the dream was a ‘hint’ to go ahead and re-book my trip. Later on that morning I did so, and left on Easter Sunday for Whitefield.

Later on in Kodaikanal, I developed severe stomach problems due to the weather and this only added to my stress. Luckily, the patient’s darshan line is on the ramp which afforded us close darshan of Sai every day. Even so, my stomach problems grew steadily worse and thoughts about returning home were constantly on my mind but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

The weather worsened in Kodaikanal and we were often out in the rain. On the afternoon of the 5th May, while we were lining up for afternoon bhajans, the heavens opened and there was a torrential down-pour. The lines of ladies waiting outside suddenly surged forward and scrambled for the hall and I found myself swept along with them. After a lot of pushing, the gush of ladies were allowed inside the hall. Being a patient, I was offered a chair and with a large sigh of relief, I sat down. My clothes were drenched and clung uncomfortably to my back and my little silk shawl was so sodden I had to threw it away. I felt uncomfortable and  began to make plans to leave again.

By the time Sai came for bhajans I  had ‘dried out,’ but the storm continued to rage outside. Thunder clapped and lightning flashed and we shuddered and shivered as the rain came in through the door. Sai, of course, sensing our mood stayed a long time blessings us all the time.

The storm continue unabated through the bhajan and worsened just as we were leaving the hall. I was about to leave myself, when a stranger approached me and said,

“Don’t leave without Swami’s permission.” Her face was serious, her penetrating eyes  full of concern.

“Do you mean the hall?” I replied, unable to analyse her meaning.

“Don’t leave.” She said and again she emphasised, “Stay with Swami.”

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Astonished by her knowledge of my thoughts, I stood puzzled. How could she have possibly known of my leaving plans? I didn’t know her and only vaguely remember seeing her in the darshan line.

She continued,

“Tomorrow is Easwaramma day and several years ago, Swami gave us saris and He may do so again. ” She said enthusiastically. “I’m sure you would like a sari from Swami.”

“Yes,” I nodded, “a sari would be a splendid gift.”

Then I turned and ran out of the hall and into the rain with her words still ringing in my ears. Had Sai indirectly, given me another message? His way of telling me to stay – perhaps?

Easwaramma day dawned dull and chilly. I joined the darshan line and sat down with the other ladies on the muddy sidewalk. Cold wind penetrated our wool shawls and we shivered and groaned with the cold. Not only was it chilly and damp it was also very crowded as local people had come for the festival

When the ashram gates opened, the seva dal seated the patients along the red carpet. We had no idea of what Sai would do that morning but our hearts lightened at being given such splendid seats. To add to our good fortune a pale morning sun suddenly emerged from behind the grey clouds.

Sai came out around eight a.m, he. walked slowly along the red carpet on the ramp, while giving each lady a precious sari. He smiled, joked and teased us, love just flowed from Him and warmed our hearts. After all the ladies had received saris, He returned to stroll up and down several times while prasad was being distributed. As He moved slowly among us there were several opportunities to touch his feet. A heavenly morning filled with love, but one I almost missed.

Sai only gives instructions to help us. If we want to make the most of our time with Him, then we need to follow his commands, not only the obvious ones but the subtle ones too. And if we truly believe in Him, that He is a being who has transcended individual consciousness and merged with the Supreme, then we would be foolish to ignore His instructions, however mundane they may sound at the time.


p.s. The sari I received was pink with orange flowers. I never wore it. At that time I did not wear saris. The sari was packed away in my suitcase and stored in the loft of our house. Sadly, when looking for it a few years later, it had disappeared altogether. We searched high and low for the sari but it had disappeared and was never to be found. The truth is that I would never have worn the sari anyway. Sai knew this at the time. Perhaps he decided to take it back…… It was the only time the gift of a sari had come my way. There was never another…………

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from the story:

Then a few nights later, I had a vivid dream of Sai welcoming me in a warm way, and offering me vibuthi. On waking I decided the dream was a ‘hint’ to go ahead and re-book my trip. Later on that morning I did so, and left on Easter Sunday for Whitefield.”

While at Kodaikanal, I had  not bought a packet of vibuthi for Swami to bless. I thought to myself,  if he wants me to have some, he will create it himself. He did not do so. Instead, a Danish friend, Ann Katherine, urged me to buy a packet of vibuthi but I forgot to do so. Towards the end of my visit, Ann Katherine, decided she would buy me a packet of vibuthi instead. She gave it to me one morning and ordered me to, “take it to darshan.” I did so. Swami blessed the yellow packet of  vibuthi with a gentle touch. 🙂