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January 22, 2026

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On the Day Sri Ramana Maharshi Attained Samadhi

On the Day Sri Ramana Maharshi Attained Samadhi On April 14, 1950, an extraordinary event took place at Puttaparthi. Maharshi passed away in Thiruvannamalai, Baba went into a trance at around 9 pm. He went into a trance quite suddenly and threatened to fall. We, another devotee Sri Krishna and I, held out our hands to support Him. Baba lay prostrate on our hands when suddenly His body rose up in air from our arms. He was as stiff as a board, and He was murmuring “Maharshi has reached Me.” Later, the sole of His right foot split open and nearly two kilograms of sweet smelling Vibhuti gushed forth. While we collected the Vibhuti, Baba was still levitating. After a while He descended and returned to His normal self. He then informed us that Sri Ramana Maharshi had merged in Him. The news of Sri Ramana Maharshi’s Samadhi appeared in the newspapers the next day. The time mentioned was the same as that of Baba’s trance.’

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How Many Of You Are Following Even One Of My Teachings?

How Many Of You Are Following Even One Of My Teachings? The lines below that you are browsing through, had its debut on the editorial page of our Pune Youth Wing Newsletter, issue dated Apr 2010. At a time when humanity is on the threshold of an epochal beginning wherein one expects Bhagawan’s teachings to come to pass and prevail upon, let’s sit back and introspect “how many of us are following His teachings diligently. Vedahametam Purusham Mahaantam. Adityavarnam Tamasah Parastaat. Tamevam Vidvaan Amrta Iha Bhavati. Naanyah Panthaa Vidyate ‘yanaaya. I know that great, glorious Supreme Being, who is beyond ignorance and darkness and whose splendour is akin to that of the sun. Knowing Him thus in this life itself, one transcends death. There is no other path leading to the attainment of liberation.– Purusa Suktam ( Rig Veda ) The Master walks the Earth making it brighter than any star,The Sun acknowledges this and is not threatened by such a glorious sight,For it knows that this Wondrous Form cloaked in orange robes,Is but the source of its light… He has walked before on Earth through the ages, timeless are His teachings but we have such less time for them. So enamoured are we of our senses that a senseless way of living has become a way of life. We revere and worship Gods and Goddesses, as represented by the deities in temples, offering food, ornaments and obeisances, but ignore the divine in the living temples around us. Often has the Beloved One repeated – “I am in every heart, for that is the temple where I dwell.” Some devotees from New Zealand were blessed with an interview sometime ago and one of the questions Beloved Bhagawan asked them was – “How many of you are following even one of My teachings?” This holds true for each and every one of us who claims to be His devotee. Opportunities are many – at home, at the work place, at darshan, in social gatherings, just about anywhere and everywhere, but are we delivering? What if today was Judgement Day and we faced the Lord as He asks, “This is the life I bestowed you with and here is what you’ve done with it.” Would we be able to look Him in the eye or would we fall at His feet begging His forgiveness, getting ensnared in the cycle once again? He has walked on the planet before but do we remember Him or His words?Did we enjoy such proximity?Did we acknowledge Him as Who He was?Were we fortunate to have a human birth?Will we ever get a chance such as this: where the Master has allowed us to know of His divinity, walks with us, talks to us and is willing to lead us towards our glorious destiny? He gave us Mother Earth – a living, breathing planet. He put us on the top rung of the evolutionary ladder, bequeathing upon us the legacy of love, nurture, compassion and care. And so, we are responsible for Mother Earth and for all creatures that do dwell on her. Every little act of ours has an effect on the Universe. The Cosmos has showered us with abundance and what are we doing with it? There are those that are misguided and blinded by anger, revenge, greed and power, terrorizing citizens globally, imagining that bloodshed would please God, belittling His Fatherhood, forgetting that all are His children. And there are those that are plundering Nature’s bounty with complete disregard for flora and fauna. Then again there are those that are in charge of the nation’s welfare but are immersed in selfish pursuits and increase in personal wealth.Progress takes a back seat. What are we going to be left with? Only pictures of what Planet Earth looked like: the cities, trees, forests along with magnificent creatures of the wild, mountains, glaciers, rivers and oceans? Our children may inherit a bleak future if we do not pause now.One can please God and bring about a stability in the spiritual balance sheet/Akashic records, only by loving and serving Him in all beings around us, not by indulging in selfish hoarding and wanton killings.  This miracle of understanding has to dawn. Our Master awaits us. The time has come.Let us Awake, Arise and Stop not till the goal is reached. Let us incessantly chant : Samastha Loka Sukhino Bhavantu – May all the beings in all the worlds be in peace. Let us Love All, Serve All; Help Ever, Hurt Never…

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The Smile on Moulmein Road

The Smile on Moulmein Road Singapore’s skyline glittered like a field of stars as Meera stepped out of her CBD [Central Business District] office, exhausted from another day of deadlines. She wasn’t opposed to faith; she simply found no time for it. Life was busy enough. She hailed a taxi. The driver was an elderly Chinese man with a storyteller’s calm voice. As they drove toward Mandalay Road, the city noise softened. The taxi slowed on Moulmein Road, where three places stood like guardians of different prayers: The lanterns of the Chinese temple flickered like tiny hearts between the two larger sanctuaries. The driver pointed to it. “Long ago, an old lady cleaned that temple,” he began. “Very simple woman. Lived with her daughter. Woke before sunrise to sweep every corner. People walked past like she was invisible. But she was always smiling.” Meera raised an eyebrow. “What made her so happy?” “Every morning,” he said, lowering his tone, “someone greeted her kindly. A man in orange robes, with big hair and a glowing smile.” Meera leaned forward. “Someone from the Chinese temple?” The driver smiled mysteriously.“No. He came from next door—the Indian Mandir. She didn’t know his name. But he always said the same words: ‘Work is worship. Clean well. Every act is prayer.’ He gave her fruits every day. Such love in his voice! It made her broom feel like a sacred tool.” The rain began to drizzle, temple lights gleaming like halos through the wet glass. The driver continued:“The lady once told me, ‘He makes me feel I’m serving God by sweeping the floor. He treats me as equal to anyone who prays. He always says, ‘Love All… Serve All.’” One day she suddenly fell sick. On her final night, she held her daughter’s hand and whispered just one request: ‘Tell the smiling man I cleaned well. I served with love.” After her passing, her daughter searched for him. She walked through the church courtyard… then stepped into the Sathya Sai Mandir, heart trembling. She looked up at the wall. And there He was. The same hair, like a cloud of blessing.The same robe, orange like a sunrise.The same gentle, divine smile. It was Sai Baba. The man known by millions, who preached Love All, Serve All… had quietly visited a temple sweeper in Singapore simply to honor her sincerity. He recognized her service as prayer—even when no one else did. Meera sat still. Not converted. Not suddenly devout. But awakened to a truth she had forgotten: 🌼 Dignity is the highest worship.🌼 Service is greater than ritual.🌼 Love makes every task divine. The taxi stopped on Mandalay Road. Behind her, the Chinese temple glowed softly, the church bell chimed, and the Mandir lights seemed to shimmer in the mist—like the echo of a blessing that once said: Love All. Serve All.Work is Worship. ~ Meera, Indi

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Believing Is Seeing…

Believing Is Seeing… Seeing is believing’ – I always believed in this statement right till early 1999. Then came the day – 14-Jan-1999, when I realized that ‘Believing Is Seeing’ …especially in the Divine realm (and seeing isn’t believing) writes Sri Nitin Acharya sharing one of the profound lessons he learnt at His Divine Lotus Feet, on this very day. On 11-Jan -1999, The Sports Meet events took place as usual except an apparently small ‘glitch’ (if we could call it so) right in the beginning around 7 in the morning. While entering the stadium, Swami was standing in a silver chariot, waving both His hands, blessing all the devotees assembled in the ladies side of the gallery. Quite unexpectedly, the chariot came to a halt with a small jerk. Swami (seemingly) ‘lost’ His balance and landed on the seat softly. Seat was well cushioned with no sharp carvings or anything that would hurt the physical frame of Bhagawan.We were all alert and in a fraction of a second, Swami was ‘assisted’ to stand once again and the chariot started ‘rolling’ behind the Brass Band towards the Shanti Vedika , the stage from which Swami would watch the sporting event. All campuses made their offerings and presentations as usual. After all the presentations, Swami got up, went down to the ground (morning as well as in the evening) blessing the children with group photo sessions. After the ground event, Mandir darshan and other activities too took place as usual. On Makara Sankranthi, i.e. On 14-Jan-1999, during His Divine discourse Bhagawan described the whole incident. A boy was destined to fall and break his backbone but Swami took this on Himself. He underwent the pain and agony which the boy was destined to undergo for the rest of his life. Now, let me tell you how I perceived the whole event…during and after… On 11-Jan-1999, I believed in what I saw. As I mentioned earlier, it was just a small episode worth to be ignored. It was similar to our experience when we get up from our seat to take the wallet out for a ticket and driver applies brakes and we land on our seat… a momentary embarrassment and then the joyful journey continues. So, everyone who assembled there, including those who were next to the chariot, ignored the same and got engrossed in watching the Sports Meet. So, I did not initially believe in the way swami described the whole episode in His discourse. For, neither me nor anyone else saw even a single drop of blood on 11th morning. Then came the lesson from none other than Swami Himself! Swami called Sro Narasimhamurthy garu, then wardern – Brindavan campus) inside the interview room. I was about to close the door, Swami called me too inside. Bhagawan had already scanned my thoughts and feelings. Warden became emotional and expressed his pain after knowing the pain and agony which Swami went through for the sake of a student or for that matter the entire humanity in general. This is just one among many such events in the past in the life of Swami. Then Swami looked at me…pulled His sleeves and to our sheer astonishment we saw cuts and gashes deep into the skin and blood clots all over. I was aghast. Swami said“ This is just a small fraction; there are wounds, bruises and bandages all over My body. My back-bone was in pieces on that day. It would have been fatal for that boy. So, I saved him.“ What I was seeing was totally unexpected and against my old beliefs. It sent a chill down my spine. His methods are mind-blowing, beyond our human perceptions, cannot be comprehended by five senses of action and perception. I understood that we have to believe in whatever Swami says. “I am Sathya…whatever I speak Is Truth.. Truth which either happened in the past or would happen certainly in future.“ Swami is Trinetradhari.. He sees the past, the present and the future with His three eyes. Swami was the Savior for that boy on that day of 11-Jan-1999. The boy played just a symbolic role. It was a Divine Drama to save the entire humanity. Journey of Life has just four steps to climb… 1) Self-confidence, 2) Self-satisfaction, 3) Self-sacrifice and 4) Self-realization. We struggle, toggle and spend our entire life on either of the first two steps. We are like frog in a well that jumps up a step and then slips down, whereas God in Human form descends down from the highest state and lives the Life of ‘Self-Sacrifice” for the sake of His creation. God in Human form is like a Swan or a Dove, a harbinger of Purity and Peace, Love and effulgence, Union and Transformation. “Why Fear when I am here“… “My Life is My message” – Baba. II Samastha Lokah Sukhino Bhavantu II

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Walk towards ME and Leave maya behind!

Walk towards ME and Leave maya behind! The Hyderabad Youth, a bunch of dedicated youth from Hyderabad, has been famous in Sai circles for its absolute dedication and devotion to Bhagawan… When it comes to Seva, the group would often forget all personal issues, plunging wholeheartedly into action…  Over the years, especially in the late nineties and early twenties (1990-2000), the group had been immensely blessed with  many precious interviews, Face To Face With Divinity…wherein they learnt greater lessons, directly from The Lord… Sri Gopi Pidatala, one of the co-founders of the group, recounts some such precious lessons learnt at His Holy Feet… Youth in India and across the world are getting carried away under the influence of certain culture which is not true and real to their own cultural heritage.  Values of the yesteryears which have been so closely safeguarded from generations are getting shattered with the new age technology… youngsters are getting entangled in actions which are not real but ‘Maya’ induced. India, known for its rich and ancient spiritual heritage, is also one of the countries which is facing this challenge despite its rich ancient cultural heritage! It is at this point that our Divine Lord Sai has provided succor to all of us with His ‘Upadesa’ – Divine words for over 85 years and the Hyderabad Youth group in particular has been one of those large groups in the world which has had the unique and very great fortune of being under His guidance right from the early 1980’s. In the following few paragraphs, I shall be sharing a few of such divine thoughts for the welfare of youth across the world. This thought is to share and care the Love of our Divine Mother Sai, especially for the young adults: During one of the group interviews, one of the boys asked the Lord with a lot of concern, Swami, we are all in delusion (maya).  How do we come out of this delusion? Swami, the all-knowing one smiled! With a surprised face He asked “Where?  Where is maya? There is no maya! He went on to explain with a lot of concern. Swami said For example; let us consider that you are walking in the opposite direction of the Sun, you see a shadow in front of you, Right? Consider yourself walking towards the Sun, the shadow is behind you and you don’t see the shadow. Correct?  We all nodded in agreement. In a similar manner, maya is seen when you walk towards worldly things.  Instead, walk towards Godly things. Dear Youths, walk towards God…then maya will be left behind you like the shadow you see. Understand?  This is a great example from the Almighty Lord to make us understand as to how we can stay away from maya (delusion) and lead a life of values and seva and get nearer to God. On an another occasion, as we were all seated at the Divine Lotus Feet  of our Mother Sai in that small beautiful, most sought out room in Prasanthi Mandir– the interview room,  Swami said with a lot of concern and love , “My dear children, from today, all of you need to develop Love in your hearts.” With a twinkle in the Lord’s eye and a bewitching mischievous smile, Swami continued “This  Love, I Am talking about is not that Love which you have, think… all the time and see in the cinemas… that is mad love! All that love that is shown in the cinemas is contraction Love!  What I Am speaking is Expansion Love”. Immediately, one of the boys with audacity asked the Lord, “Swami, what is the difference between the two”? Swami in all His love explained in this manner.  “When you talk of something of ‘mine’, it is selfish! The Love that comes with Selfishness is called Contraction Love! This Love does not expand and is limited and has a boundary. Whereas we talk of thine (third person) … the feeling that all that exists is of the Almighty, the love that emanates from such a Divine feeling is Expansion Love which has no limitation and no boundary!” I am sure that you all now understand what Bhagawan was trying to hint to all of us … the love that He gives has no limitations, no boundaries, beyond caste , creed, region, religion and colour… Pure Love ! Does it not recall a bhajan that Swami so melodiously sings … Life is My form …Truth is My breath …bliss is My food …  These  thoughts give us an absolute clarity to each one of us to expand our Love in Thy Mission? Come, let’s do our bit in expanding this phenomenon of Love across boundaries! Swami was once narrating us the story of Meera Bai, great devotee of Lord Sri Krishna. He mentioned that all devotees of His aspire to get close to him in terms of physical proximity. “All of you desire to be very close to Me in physical terms – you feel that a few centimeters away is also a great distance! Right?” He asked. We all nodded our heads. He went on to say with that divine enchanting smile on His face, “Frankly, to tell you the truth, I do not know what physical distance means !I Am beyond physical distance! God is beyond physical distances. One should learn to pray that God within their own hearts.”  Swami with great love went on to explain, “ Let Me tell you, my dear children,  God is not in a temple outside. Your body is His temple. He resides in your heart”.  To further substantiate His divine message, Swami said ,  “When the Rana of Chittoor   (Rajasthan) did not allow Meera Bai into the temple, Meera Bai immediately realised this concept and practised this form of devotion. She declared for her own self that her heart is a temple where Lord Krishna resides and it is at this point of time, she rendered the famous and popular bhajan:”  “Chalo

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He at the Helm

He at the Helm It was exactly one year ago that the sequence of events became even remotely perceivable. Swami Paramahamsa Mukta­nanda of Ganeshpuri was scheduled to arrive in Hawaii on the return portion of his American tour. With the multitude of hotel accommodations available and the innumerable homes that abound the slopes of Honolulu, it was a little surprising when Baba Muktananda accepted the invitation to stay in the `shell’ of our new home, still very much under construction! The invitation had been extended signifi­cantly, seemingly on impulse, partially based on Irene’s steadfast devotion to Baba Muktananda as her Guru (even though she had never met him) and partly on my reluc­tance to have anyone, including the illustri­ous personage of a Holy Man, to intrude into my life and the small flat we were then renting. All doubts and hesitations associated with meeting a `realized being’ for the first time welled up. How should I act? Will he see through me? The expectation of his arrival was fraught with discomfort. But from the instant of his arrival, Swami warm­ed our hearts. With affectionate smiles and embraces, he melted away the walls of resistance. With his discourses he removed doubts, and with firm mandates he instilled discipline. The darshans [sight of a holy man] he held and the shakti[power] of his presence permeated the at­mosphere with prema [love] and shanti [peace]. Physically, it has changed the `outcome’ of the house itself! Aspects of finish­—design were obviated and the building took on an air of simplicity and informality quite unintended initially. More importantly, the visit initiated a change in our lives, which at that moment we could little comprehend. In quick sequence, other Swamis travelling through Hawaii further graced the home with bhajans and discourses. Swami Satchi­dananda of the Integral Yoga Society accep­ted an invitation, again seemingly offered on impulse, and added his grace and his lessons to the house. The `net’ was closing in on us; but we had yet to understand its basic implications! Then Indra Devi, beloved Mataji, on a brief stop‑over from India to Tecate (Mexico), delivered to a small gathering at the “Church of the Cross‑Roads” a testament in words and a film of her love for her Bhagavan, Sri Sathya Sai Baba. We had decided to attend the lecture simply because the name `Sai Baba’ denoted yet another Guru. The culmination of that evening left us with a sense of amazement at what we had seen and heard, but with a knowledge that this Baba was something quite different from all that we had previously encountered or read about. This was an Avatar [incarnation]; of this we were sure! The following day Mataji arrived at the house quite unexpected, and with more words of reverence for Sai Baba, she related the leelas [Divine plays] of Baba and the supreme love he bore toward his devotees. Books followed Mataji; we were inundated with tapes of bhajans recorded at Prasanthi Nilayam, and more printed material. The waves of Sai Baba rolled over us and washed us until it was all that we could to contain within us the need to travel to India; but this was yet to be. Numerous attempts were made, all meet­ing with obstructions. Some seven months later, all conditions jelled—visas, passports, finance—and we journeyed via Australia to India! Though all this took place, it must be said that the impetus of Baba’s calling us and all that had transpired during the past year remained vague in our minds… We arrived in Madras, and after a three-­hour lay‑over boarded a DC‑3 for Bangalore, arriving at 10’00 in the evening. The next morning, a call was placed to our only contact in India, Mr. K. Bhirumal, a devo­tee of Baba. He recommended that we journey immediately to Whitefield. Another taxi and then the pure delight of watch­ing Baba grace the rows of `royal poincianas’, lined thick with devotees. Upon reminiscing on our impressions later, we were struck with the feeling of complete familiarity that Baba imparts to even those seeing him for the first time! The figure, replete with silken dress, the gentle smile, and of course, the halo of hair were exactly as we had known it would be. We handed over a letter that Mataji had given us, somewhat awkwardly and in full awe. Baba commented, “Mexico! Indra Devi!” and passed on. Word came soon after, that we were to follow Him! Baba had blessed us with an interview; the total time that had elapsed since our arrival in India was 18 hours! The little Interview Room was crowded, and Baba launched into a general discourse with specific comments directed toward some, but seemingly applicable to all. Then… the Individual Session, in which he quickly cut into the secret depths of one’s own being, the problems of health, the previous meetings (!) where he had contact­ed (!) Irene via a dream, and the specifics of that dream and another (!), the difficul­ties of individual sadhana, the particular desire of each of us and our internal turmoil. Vibhuti, sacred ash, was manifested. All this… quickly, naturally, and spontane­ously delivered and conferred with a love and understanding that rendered new meaning to those old words. Here was a Confidante, Guide, Doctor, Friend, Father, Mother, and GOD all rolled into ONE! Here was the culmination of those past events within this lifetime and all the previous ones, Manifest, All Knowing, before us! It would be naive to say that either one of us can, even in a small measure, understand the Divine nature of Baba’s Calling, much less understand Baba Himself. It is readily perceptible, however, that the culmination of events leading to our arrival in Putta­parthi is in reality a point of conscious embarkation, (in essence, a New Birth), knowing that Baba is at the helm. Ours, of course, is hardly a unique story. There were no spectacular occurrences; there were no manifest leelas. Yet, all this is all His leela. Each one called to Prasanthi Nilayam comes on a wave of `seeming circumstance’. Names, times, places, and events vary from person to person; but the story remains ever the same—the directional moment toward Baba is

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When Beauty Was Being…

When Beauty Was Being… Here is an attempt to describe the Beauty of The Lord Who Walks The Earth in Prasanthi, captured from an eventful day’s memory, 27th day of the first month of 1974, a day when Bhagawan granted interviews for almost six hours, exuding pristine freshness and joy, utterly untouched by strain or tedium. Writing about the Beauty of His Being, R. Ganapathi asks what was it that elevated the beauty that evening, above the holy beauty of sea and mountain of sun and moon, and placed it along with the consumingly Divine Beauty of the entrancing Idol of Kamakshi at Kanchi, or of the Nataraj at Chidambaram, or Balaji at Tirupati? The experience was unique. It appositely happened at Prasanthi Nilayam, where the extra ordinary, is ordinary the supernatural, natural. It was around 7 O’ Clock, on the evening of January 27, 1974. It must have been an exhausting, exasperating day for Swami, if only He were not Swami. That morning, He started granting audience around 9:30, and the interviews lasted until 12:20 P.M. Since the Bhajan at the Nilayam is rounded off by Swami whenever He is physically present there, we had an unusual spell of 80 minutes long Bhajan before He came to the Hall and ended the session. I wondered at His marvellous freshness, when He came out after granting interviews for nearly three long hours. And, I knew, in the `interviews’, it is He Who does all the talking and that too, in a strained muffled voice so that others do not hear. Moreover He knows the minds of each and every one of the interviewed, and the majority of those minds are sure to reveal an abundance of black spots, or, only a few bright spots in a black circle. An atmosphere which is bound to depress most of us! What happened in the evening was even more astonishing. He began the interviews as early as 3 45. Again, it was a marathon session, extending to near 7 O’ Clock. Thus, on that particular day, He had talked for nearly six hours, with people suffering from physical and mental maladies. It was not only talking; He gave them the balm of His benediction. What astounding energy! Enters Swami into the Bhajan Hall, vivacious as the Ganga, and lithely ascends the dais to sit with a hop on the silver chair. O, What a sight! There sits Nishkama Karma, in pristine freshness and joy, utterly untouched by strain or tedium …Five hundred throats sing in unison: “Sundara Rupa, Sri Sai Deva”: (Lord Sai, of Charming Form)…. I feel the thrill all through me. `Sundara Rupa!’ Yes. How beautiful! How very beautiful! Breathtaking beauty; Breath-giving Beauty! The breath of the ‘I’ is suspended and the breath gets near the Breath of Life itself. How am I to describe that experience of being face to Face with Beauty? There was, it must be stated, the Face to be looked at and a face looking at It. But, the notion of separateness was very thin. Shedding their smallness, my eyes were slaking their thirst avidly at the Sundara Rupa before them. They were wide and unwinking, and experiencing the immenseness of His Beauty. My eyes did not allow my ears to listen any further to the Bhajan. As we came out of the Hall, I told my friends, “It does not matter if He does not grant me the interview this time. It does not matter even if He leaves Prasanthi Nilayam, this moment. I am filled up.” And, believe it or not, when we woke upon the morn, to hear that Swami had left Parthi! ….It made no change; the indelible impress and the irrepressible aroma of the Superb Darshan were pulsating in my core. Even now, four months later, that Darshan continues to baffle analysis and beggar description. The trailing cadences of the actual experience are still sweetly resonant, within. O, It was Beauty, sui generic. It was the Beauty of Beauty, itself. I must say that I have been blessed to drown my heart in the flood of Beauty many a time before January 27, 1974, when I looked at the setting sun, or the billows of the sea, or a mountain cliff or a moon lit scene. I have seen the beauty of Peace on the face of Anandamayi. I have seen the beauty of Purity on the face of the Sage of Kanchi. Speaking of the physical beauty of the human form, I have seen many, but, what was it that elevated the beauty that evening, above the holy beauty of sea and mountain of sun and moon, and placed it along with the consumingly Divine Beauty of, say, the entrancing Idol of Kamakshi at Kanchi, or of the Nataraj at Chidambaram, or Balaji at Tirupati? The Beauty was identical with Truth and Goodness. It proved Keats right: “Beauty is Truth; Truth, Beauty.” And Sappho too, who wrote, “What is beautiful is Good.” Our own seers experienced the coalescence of this Trinity of Truth, Beauty and Goodness, when they proclaimed that God is Sathyam, Sivam, Sundaram. It is not the beauty of God; but, Beauty that is God. So, it is identical with Being, with the Self. I am ever grateful that Swami did the supreme miracle that evening, of maintaining a thin line of separateness between the seen Face and the seeing face, so that I could taste the nectar to my fill. It is now clear to me, why the Shakti (the Potency) of Brahman is named Tripura Sundari; I now understand, why God is called Pranava, ‘Pra’ is that which is most primeval; `nava’ is that which is newest. Pranava means that Time cannot exhaust or extinguish Its freshness. In the words of Tagore, It is chira nutana; eternally new. How I wish that the Rishi of the Saundarya Marga (the Path of Beauty), Tagore had the Darshan on the evening of 27 January, so that we

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Baba As I Saw Him

Baba As I Saw Him Swami said, “You are Mine and I Am yours. You belong to this place. You are not from the U.K. You are from Me. God is not working for you, He is working with you.” He then said, “die the mind!” and with a wave of His hand, materialised a diamond watch for me. As He put it on my wrist, He said, “Every time you see this watch, remember, I Am the Time Master.” Read on as Ajit Popat reminisces precious, priceless moments with His Lord! …from Sanathana Sarathi, June 2013. If you wish to see Me, come to Me.” This was the divine call I received in a dream one fine morning in August 1983. I could not resist the call and made my way, for the first time, to Prasanthi Nilayam the very next day. Love at First Sight That first Darshan, I fell in love with Him. I came, I saw and was conquered by Him. I have lost count of the number of visits I have made to this divine place in the last 30 years. I went whenever I felt the divine pull which was so loving and yet so insistent. Each time I returned, the experience was unique and intimate. I stayed in Puttaparthi for three days on that occasion and before returning to London, I had the privilege of meeting Prof. Kasturi at his residence. I still remember what he said to me that day: “Swami is the Master of time. Remember this, throughout your life.” I have remembered those words and I have continued to come to the Lotus Feet whenever He willed. I love Him. I have no other way of expressing my feelings for Him. I cannot put it more simply or plainly. I love Him with all my heart. Become Like Me In December 1989, a young Englishman decided to take a group of U.K. devotees to Prasanthi Nilayam. I joined the group with my wife and daughter. Christmas at Prasanthi Nilayam, then as is now, was colourful, exciting and full of divine joy. During darshan on the morning of 21st December, Swami said the magic word ‘go’ which we all had been longing to hear. This was the indication for us to go into the interview room. Inside the room, He encouraged us to ask spiritual questions. I could not resist, and asked, “You are always in supreme bliss. You have no concept of pain. How then can You experience my pain?” He simply smiled and asked, “Do you really want Me to experience your pain?” I responded, “yes!” “Then become like Me, pure and selfless. Oil will not mix with water; water will mix with water,” He said. You are Mine; I Am yours In December 1990, He willed that I should come to the Lotus Feet as the leader of a U.K. group. After the Christmas celebrations, He lovingly called us for a group interview. During the interview, He looked into my eyes very intently and said, “Do My work.” I said, “I will.” That’s it. I found a new meaning to my life. I got the first real job of my life, and all these years later, I am still doing it. No retirement for me! I was over the moon with my new-found love and new job. Swami said, “You are Mine and I Am yours. You belong to this place. You are not from the U.K. You are from Me. God is not working for you, He is working with you.” He then said, “die the mind!” and with a wave of His hand, materialised a diamond watch for me. As He put it on my wrist, He said, “Every time you see this watch, remember, I Am the time master.” Another time, He materialised for me a ring with two heart-shaped diamonds, saying, “Our relationship is Heart to heart. That’s the Truth.” The divine romance continues to this day. Very lovingly, He made me realise that working with and for God is not easy and yet it is so simple. Become selfless, and serving God is the easiest thing in the world. First Charter Flight – 70th Birthday of Bhagawan In 1994, in a group interview, I prayed for permission to bring the first charter flight of devotees from the U.K. for His 70th Birthday. He simply smiled and said, “You come. I will bring them.” In those days, there were no mobile telephones and no internet and I had no idea where to start to organise the charter flight. “I will bring them.” That is what He had said and that is what He did. He took complete charge as events manager and travel agent (!). He blessed various devotees in the U.K. in dreams, asking them to come. He ensured the flight was full and that all arrangements were taken care of. He granted permission for the flight to land at Sri Sathya Sai Airport. Our Beloved Bhagawan arranged everything for the group in the midst of all that was happening, with all the VVIPS and hundreds of thousands devotees around. He allowed us to sing Bhajans in the Mandir, and on His Birthday, He cut the birthday cake we had brought from the U.K. On 24th November, He blessed the group with Padanamaskar. On the day of our departure, He asked, “Are you happy?” I said, “Yes, Swami, very happy!” Later, He explained the inner meaning of the word ‘happy’. “H – be holy; A – be aware; P – be patient; P – be peaceful; Y – be a yogi. Then you will be always happy. I Am your mother, always ready to teach you.” The divine adventure of charter flights still continues. The last one was in October 2011. Every trip helps me learn new lessons. As long as you live, you learn, and as long as you learn, you live. Ceiling on Desires Once He asked me to shut

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We Had The Vision!!!

We Had The Vision!!! At the age of 14, as a student at the Uravakonda High School, young Sathya was a Divine Child for many and invariably Thursdays would wear special colours with the Little Divine turned up showing what He calls His visiting cards. Along with other devotees, one family, that of Sri Manchiraju Thammiraju, Little Sathya’s teacher at the Uravakonda High School, was immensely blessed by the ‘Little Divine’! As a boy of fourteen, when Baba was still at the Uravakonda High School, every Thursday evening, between about 4 pm and 8 pm, He became Shirdi Sai Baba and gave Darshan to hundreds of devotees and answered their prayers. I was a teacher in the High School then and I too took advantage of those Thurs­days. “My Student” Sathya used to take even then as He does now, Vibhuti        by a wave of ‘His’ hand! My 22 year old daughter had died sometime previously and my wife was in great distress. Sathya used to come to my residence and give her long discourses on the problem of Life and Death, and, thanks to His wise ministration, she became normal soon, His words full of Prema pacified the agitations of her mind, and restored her devotion to the Lord. On the second Thursday that she offered worship He gave her “The Vibhuti” and said, “Ammayi! I appreciate your Bhakti; I Am pleased; next week, come, I shall give you a gift.” That day, He asked her to rise from His Feet when she prostrated. He said, “Ammayi! I Am giving you a piece of the gerua I wore when  I entered Samadhi at Shirdi for the last time” and closing ‘His’ Palm for an instant, He opened it to show us a piece of cloth, 4 inches square. “Take this and do Puja to My Name; come next week, I shall give you something more.” He said and sent us away, in great joy, for, while we took leave, He added: “Be happy henceforth for, I shall carry all your burdens for you.” The next Thursday, we both went to Him and did namaskar. That day He closed His Palm and when He opened It, there had materialised a quantity of akshatha or rice grains. “Tie this in the cloth given last week and worship it.  You will get mental quiet,” He blessed. You will not have any cause for grief; I Am conferring on you full Bhakti.” The 5th Thursday, too, another miracle hap­pened. He told my wife, “Ammayi! Keep a Peetha in your house, in the Puja Room, and I shall be giving you Darshan there itself,” and       He made us do it immediately. We have all read how Krishna with His Brother Balarama went to the house of Arjuna and granted darshan to him and his consort and also showered blessings on them. This Sathya Sai too, who is the same Krishna and the same Shirdi Sai came to the house of this poor bhakta and blessed us with a vision of His Mahima; we can never forget the ex­quisite thrill of that experience. He came on two consecutive days, the Krishna Janmashtami and the Rohini Day. The wonderful experiences of those days have been described by my wife in a poem published over her name Kamesvaramma in the “Sai Sudha” of April 1944 printed by the All India Sai Samaj, Madras. I have also put them in verse and included it in the “Sainatha Sathakam” I published as a separate book in 1944. He came and sat on the Peetha in the Puja room and asked us to come in and sit by His side; He then asked us whether we did not desire to see the various leelas of His preceding Incarnations. When we welcomed the idea enthusiastically, He agreed to show them to us and all the family collected around. He ordered us to watch Him and, (Would you believe it? You may not, until you yourself experience the same or similar miracles of Baba) we were thrilled by the Form of Narayana on the Ocean of Milk, reclining on the Vatapathra. We heard only word after word, announcing the next Form. The forms changed from one surprise to another in quick succession. We were given enough time to imbibe the beauty and splendour of each form and to be struck by the instantaneous power of Baba’s san­kalpa! And where was Baba, our Sathya, all the time? He became Gajendra raising his trunk to greet Vishnu on the horizon, Krishna the cowherd boy leaning on a tree and playing the flute, Gopala on the awe-inspir­ing Kalinga serpent, Radha-Krishna, Lakshmi-Nara­yana, Parvati-Parameswara and Saraswati-Brahma too; then , we saw Him as Sita-Rama and lo! we heard the name Sathyabhama and saw Her; we were blessed by a vision at Baba’s invisible call, of Mohini, the form that Vishnu once assumed, of Prahlada yearning for Narayana, and immediately thereafter, of Narasimha killing Hiranyakasipu, also of Vamana, Parasurama, and Buddha too; Baba showed us the killing of Sisupala, Saindhava, and of the Rakshasas, there was the scene of the Lord bringing the parijatha Flowers; the picture then changed to one of Pandu­ranga and then Narada and his ecstatic praise of the Lord; the next one was of Navanithachora, the Balakrishna stealing butter; and after that, the killing of Abhimanyu by the wicked Kaurava chiefs and, last, there was the magnificent Murthi of Shirdi Baba Himself! How can we ever forget those shining Forms, so full of vitality and life, that glowed before our eyes on those two sacred days? II Samastha Lokah Sukhino Bhavantu II

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How Free Is She…? How Free Are We…?

How Free Is She…? How Free Are We…? Sixty-six years into Independence, that is round the corner, is Mother India ‘free’ now? …and her loving children? Can we not hear the silent sobbing of this noblest, most ideal Mother whose bosom is full Eternal Wisdom meant for entire mankind. Every citizen in this country should ask this question unto himself/herself, introspecting, to wipe her tears restoring her pristine glory. A short ‘fantasy’ story from Sri Jullie Chaudhuri.  It was pretty late at night, yet I felt like going for a walk, to be by myself, and feel the cool breeze caressing my thoughts. I set out at an even pace, choosing a lane that would give me the seclusion I sought. The fragrance of wild flowers gently wafted up to envelope me. Something brushed passed me and as it raced ahead I realized it was my four legged, tail wagging friend, who had chosen to adopt everyone in that area as his very own. We walked on…it was all so still…a light drizzle every now and then, interspersed with a delightful  view of the moon, aglow with a silver light. From a distance I could see a silhouette of a tall and statuesque lady. Though her shoulders seemed to droop somewhat, she seemed to be listlessly wandering around. As I came up close to her, I could see her face contorted with an expression of great pain. I asked her if I could help her in some way. She straightened up, flung her head back and laughed aloud…a bitter laugh. “Yes, my dear, you can certainly help. I could do with a lot of help. You can help me by helping yourself. When you clean up your own act you help me.” Even in the dark, I could make out her regal bearing and noble features. She seemed middle aged and though her countenance was pale, her face radiated aristocratic beauty and softness. “Mother, why are you out alone? Why do you appear to be forsaken? Are you lost? Where are your children? Do you remember a number that I can call?” My words of concern were greeted with tears… and laughter that had its origin in deep sorrow. She was silent and self-absorbed. After a while, she sank to the ground on her knees and joined her palms in prayer. Even as I watched, she crumbled to the ground, tears streaming from her tired eyes. I sat beside her, lifting and cradling her in my arms. “Oh, Mother…what torments you so…? Tell me your woes…” “Dear child, you ask me if I remember a number to call…I have a number of children, I remember them all, but they all seemed to have forgotten their Mother; you ask me why am I alone and forsaken and whether I am lost…? Isn’t that your question? Well, my child, though I am surrounded by all my children all the time, I remain lost and forgotten, for they choose to forsake me. I have looked after them all, with all that I have got. Right through the passage of time I nursed and nurtured them in the course of eons gone by. The ones who had love and reverence, who valued me, who gave up their lives to free me have left me in the hands of those who ignore me, who have no time for me, who are just interested in how much they can make, how wealthy they can get, through material take, take and take. It is their callous disregard that makes me break. They scheme and fight, the ‘freedom at midnight’ is dust ridden and out of sight. Is anyone free? Is anyone independent? What can you gain by ignoring the Mother’s pain? The internal threat looms larger than external threats, individually and collectively. You are free when you follow Sathya, Dharma, Shanti, Prema, and Ahimsa. Real freedom lies in shedding disharmony and embracing harmony; in overcoming disunity with unity; dishonesty with honesty; violence of any kind with non-violence; and insatiable greed and selfish pursuits with purity of intent, selflessness and love. When death knocks there is nothing that you can take with you. My eyes have gone dim searching for at least some of my children who display these qualities. Have they all vanished out of sight? Did something happen that they are now extinct? Is there anyone who cares at all, who can take charge with integrity, who can wipe my tears and make my heart smile?” I made her a promise that night, even as I realized that I held a weeping Mother India in my arms; a vow that I intend to keep, to be vigilant how I tread all day and even as I sleep I will give her all I have, even as she has given me. She is one of the Mothers to be worshipped, along with the others, as per the Beloved One’s decree – Mother Earth, Mother Nature, Motherland, Mother Cow, Veda Mata, Mother who gives birth to the body and the Divine Mother. The life breath of the ones,Who got us independence,Should not be in vain…And with every breath,I must ask myself ,How does freedom reign?Am I free personally,From any kind of violent thought, word and deed?Could be anger,Could be greed,Have I myself truly freed?I must give my Mother her due,Every tiny drop does count,So may I ask you,To join me too,Together we can wipe her tears and restore,The reverence, love and glory,She once knew…Mera Bharat Mahaan…Maa Tujhe Salaam… II Samastha Lokah Sukhino Bhavantu II

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