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sri sathya sai Amazing Transformation and Divine Miracle

Amazing Transformation and Divine Miracle Through Unity, Purity and Divinity in Melakavatti, Tamil Nadu Ten kilometers away from Ooty, in Tamil Nadu, India, is the village of Melakavatti, which lies on the road between Ooty and Nanjanadu. Surrounding this valley are cloud-capped, mist-laden hills that offer a panoramic view of Nature’s emerald greenery at its best. The slopes of the hills are thickly wooded and the shifting mist seems to play hide and seek upon them. 300 families live in this verdant village. The Sri Sathya Sai Seva Organisations of Nilgiris selected this village for their three-year Seva activities prior to Bhagavan’s 80th Birthday. They could not have realised that it was the Divine Hand that had pointed out this village, since a Leela was to be played out there.  A Paralysed Lady Blighted and Uncared For … In was in January 2003, at the inauguration of the Seva activities in the village, that the members of the Ooty Samithi conducted a Nagarsangeerthan one early morning. After the Nagarsangeerthan they visited each and every house and gave out Swami’s picture, a laddu and vibhuthi as prasad. At the end of a lane they entered an ancient, dilapidated house for handing out prasad. What they saw shook them to the very core of their being. On the damp floor was lying a lady well past her prime on a sacking cloth. Wherever they turned, their eyes met only signs of abject poverty and neglect. Some villagers who had come along with them explained the pitiful condition of that lady.  She was extremely poor and had been orphaned at a very early age. The little plot of land that she inherited was the source of a meager income that kept her body and soul together. Having no near and dear relatives to arrange her marriage, she remained a spinster. When she was 30, suddenly, she lost the use of both arms and legs. The Divine Sai Seva Begins…. The District President and other members of the Organisation, who heard these pathetic details, were deeply touched. That second itself they resolved to adopt her and take care of her. Immediately, a cot, a mattress and blankets were bought and she was transferred from the cold sacking cloth on the floor. They planned that every day one member would bring food and stay with her the entire day and take care of her. That was how the Divine Seva began. The Villagers’ Hearts Awaken… As months rolled by, the collective conscience of the village woke up. They felt ashamed that in the name of Sri Sathya Sai Baba, volunteers were coming from distant Ooty to take care of the elderly, paralysed lady who had always lived in their midst, totally neglected by them.They felt that it was their bounden duty to take care of the lady. Slowly, their minds and hearts changed and kindness and compassion crept into their hearts. As a result, the village panchayat (head committee) was convened. Each one commented appreciating the continuous Seva that had been going on, rain or shine. The Ooty Samithi members had never failed in the Sai Seva they had taken up even though they had to travel 20 kms to and fro from Ooty. The villagers resolved that henceforth they would take over the care of their neighbour whom they had forsaken till then. Thirty people came forward to care for her. All the days of the month were thus covered and the specific date for each family was written on a paper and kept near Bhagavan’s picture in their Pooja room as an offering at the Feet of the Lord Sai. The service continued and the Samithi members continued to associate themselves and assist when need arose. The eagerness to serve spread and soon everyone in the village wanted to do something! The Seva Ideal Spreads… They began to renovate her house, cementing the floor, painting the walls and repairing the roof. It gained a new look and shone because of the love and service gushing from generous hearts. They began cooking her food in the renovated kitchen and thus she was able to eat hot food, a very welcome change for her in Ooty’s cold climate. A healthy competition began between the villagers so that each month lots had to be drawn to assign 30 families for performing Seva to the paralysed lady. All the important activities of the village began to be held in her house only. It had become a symbol of their unity and purity of hearts and the readiness to serve that sprang from that purity. he dark, dismal house had become transformed into a shining center for all activities in Melakavatti. The village that was earlier divided by selfishness, clashes of ego and disinterestedness, came together bound by love of service to the long-neglected lady. Thus, started the link that bound them together into Unity, which spread Purity among them. Can Divinity be far behind? The Lady’s House…the Centre of the Village In September 2004, the Samithis in the Nilgiris District planned to hold bhajans in 80 villages. The turn of Melakavatti came along and all the people in one voice opined that the bhajan should take place in that lady’s house, which had become the focal point of all their activities. Accordingly, a well decorated shamiana (temporary shed) was erected in front of the house and bhajans started in the evening. All the villagers participated with great enthusiasm and devotional fervour. The bhajan singers from Ooty were totally immersed in singing the praise of the Lord who had brought the village together. At that golden moment something momentous, something miraculous, something totally unexpected, began to happen. That 50 year old lady who had no sensation in her hands and legs and had been confined to her bed for the past 20 years, suddenly, without the help of anybody or without anyone being conscious of it, raised herself up to sit on the bed. Slowly, she put her feet down and stood up! She moved her hands as well. She moved towards the

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A golden ring materialized for a devotee

A golden ring materialized for a devotee The Divine Palm of the Lord. Now you see and know where those divine objects like linggam, rings, japamala (rosaries), medicine, books, photos, watches, gold chains etc etc, come through. Right below His Palm. A golden ring was about to be materialized for a devotee… Thanks for viewing.

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A Little Miracle

A Little Miracle A devotee was feeling very troubled by all the horrible rumours that have been circulating in recent months about Sai Baba.  He felt that it was so sad that Divine energies were being denigrated by all the unproved stories being spread by the media.  He was wondering how to reply to them when a friend phoned him and relayed to him the following story.  The friend said that only last week the former vice chancellor of Sai Baba’s college was giving a talk to their Sai Baba group in Connecticut and he had related this story. The vice chancellor said that recently he was sitting on Sai Baba’s veranda in the ashram in Puttaparthi next to a very important Indian politician.  Sai Baba came by and called the politician by name and asked him to come into his private interview room.  The man went inside and came out ten minutes later sobbing.  Then the sobbing turned into deep uncontrolled crying.  Sai Baba came by and said to the man “What’s wrong?”.  Then Sai Baba waved his hand and made some vibhuti (sacred ash) and gave it to the man who took it and ate it.  A short time afterwards when the man had regained his composure he turned to the vice chancellor and said “Because you have witnessed all of this, I will explain it to you.” The politician explained that his wife had been very sick and she had told him that she wanted to go to see Sai Baba for one last look, for the very last time.  However the politician had been very busy and while he was away his wife died.  All this had happened ten days previously and the man was now coming to see Sai Baba after cremating his wife.  When Sai Baba came into the interview room, the man said, Sai Baba had scolded him and had reminded him what a wonderful wife he had had, of how she took care of his every need,  cooked his food,  looked after the house, even to laying out his clothes etc.  But when she had made her one last request to be taken to see Sai Baba, he had been too busy.  Sai Baba then said “I went to her and I comforted her, and now she is with me. Here I will let you see her now.”  At that moment the man’s wife emerged from inside Sai Baba and stood as a live being in front of him, no longer appearing thin and sickly.  She smiled and took his hand and said “Do not be sad, do not grieve for me, I am happy, happy.”  Then the man’s wife merged again inside Sai Baba. I tell you this beautiful story, because it seemed to come as an answer, just when I was thinking how best to answer the question concerning all the bad rumours about Sai Baba that were circulating.  It seemed to me that this was what I would call a synchronous wink from the Lord to help me have an answer to all these questions.  I think the story speaks volumes.

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A dacoit is forgiven and a sadhak’s prayer is answered

A dacoit is forgiven and a sadhak’s prayer is answered Bhagavan was giving his evening darshan when two people, one a Chambal dacoit and another a practicing sadhaka were sitting together for darshan. When Bhagavan came towards them, the dacoit got up and handed over a letter to Baba, who just saw the envelope and threw it back –at the sadhak. Similarly Baba took the sadhak’s letter and threw it at the dacoit. As soon as Baba went into the interview room, the dacoit demanded the sadhaka to give back the letter. Sadhak refused saying “It is Bhagavan Baba’s prasad to me.” Later both started fighting and created chaos. The crowd intervened and convinced the dacoit to stop fighting. One of Baba’s old devotees took both the envelopes and opened them. In the envelope given to the dacoit (which was originally the sadhaka’s letter), there was a Rs.500/– note. The other letter with the sadhaka (originally belonging to the dacoit) contained the same paper on which he had written his letter but it was empty with all previous matter erased. Both sat the next day in darshan lines and Baba came to them and said — BABA to the dacoit: “You had faith in me. You wrote all your sins on that sheet of paper and said if I accepted it, all your sins would be forgiven. The letter you gave me came back to you empty. That shows that I’ve forgiven your sins. Just like the letter is empty to be written a new, start your life afresh.” BABA to the sadhak: “You had my darshan for 7 days. You have exhausted all your money here. In your letter, you asked for money to go back home. What I’ve given you is enough to reach you home and fill your stomach on the way.” Both fell at Baba’s feet and returned home with Baba firmly affixed in their mind.

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shri sathya sai A Child Shall Lead Them

How the faith of little Mayan gave her a new life Howard Murphet and his wife Iris met the Harrison family in 1976 and through them could see the unfolding of ‘a great Australian miracle’. For a detailed account of this incident, over to Howard Murphet: Early in 1976 in Australia my wife and I became acquainted with Pearl Harrison, a retired secretary of the medical faculty of a university in Sydney. At first we thought this seemed to be just a chance meeting, but later we wondered. At that time the manuscript of my book ‘Sai Baba Avatar’, after much rewriting, was ready for the final, publisher’s draft. Pearl, although busy with volunteer welfare work, expressed a desire to type the manuscript. Why she should have this desire she did not understand, but she does now. Anyway, arrangements were made for her to do the typing, and thus she was introduced to the miracles of Sathya Sai Baba. One of her two grand daughters, eight-year-old Mayan Waynberg would, at times, help Pearl by reading aloud the material to be typed. While the grandmother felt sceptical about the miracles, the granddaughter accepted them without question. To the child they seemed quite natural. The typing of the first few chapters had been completed when Mayan, who had lately been looking very pale and had been bruising too easily, was taken to a doctor for a blood test. The doctor was appalled at the results. He phoned Mayan’s mother, Helen Waynberg, and strongly advised that the child should be collected from her school and taken home to rest without delay. He also made immediate arrangements for her to be given a bone-marrow test at the Prince of Wales Hospital in Sydney. At this stage the family became very worried indeed. Pearl told me about it when I called to find out how the typing was progressing. I could see she was afraid, very afraid, that her little granddaughter might have some drastic, killer disease, like leukemia. It proved not to be leukemia, but something equally lethal – aplastic anaemia, in which the bone-marrow fails to produce the vital blood components in sufficient quantity to maintain health and life. Her blood picture at that time showed the haemoglobin count at less than half normality, the white components of the blood about a third the normal level and the platelets way down to one-fifteenth of the normal count. Mayan was put under the care of a specialist who told her mother that the only treatment was the use of certain drugs, one a male hormone named Prednisolone and another, Fluoxymesterone. From both of these, distressing side effects could be expected, such as stunting the child’s growth, causing puffiness and obesity, hair growth on the face while causing baldness on the head. The patient would need to have constant blood and bone marrow tests to monitor her condition. As Mayan had a deep phobia about needles piercing her skin and blood vessels, this was a frightful ordeal for her and everyone else concerned. But the most tragic part of the situation was that, after going through this treatment and suffering its side effects, she would still not be cured. The best that could be expected was a few more years of life, with very limited activity. The drug therapy was not a cure, the elders were told; all it could do was to delay the inevitable for a time. No one could say how long that period would be. In this sad situation Pearl thought about the Sai miracles she had been typing. She writes: “I must admit to complete lack of faith in religion, considering myself a Jewess by tradition but not by observance. I had typed about many miracles that Sai Baba had performed, and had thought how interesting it all sounded intellectually, but had not this dreadful illness occurred to my own granddaughter, I might have let it go at that. Then it was as if my mind suddenly opened with a jerk, and I began to think that perhaps there was something real in all I had typed. Howard and Iris Murphet were most concerned when I told, them about Mayan. They said they would bring some Vibhuti over and Mayan could start taking it immediately.” It has often been said and written that Sai Baba is specially interested in anyone in whom his devotees are interested. So the link was there. Yet, I remembered him saying emphatically that two necessary ingredients of divine healing are faith and surrender. Could we find such ingredients in this Sydney suburban home, where no one seemed to have religious or spiritual interests, and Sai Baba was a remote, almost fictional, figure in a far-off foreign country? Well, we could but try. To Mayan I said earnestly, ‘You must really and truly believe in the power of Sai Baba!’ ‘Oh, but I do’, she replied, and in the way she said it I sensed the simple, child-like faith that Christ had put of first importance. A little later, Grandfather Jack Harrison made me feel that he too may be fertile soil for faith. He said, standing in the garden of their home, ‘I am going to India as soon as I can to thank Sai Baba for curing Mayan.’ He did not say, ‘If he cures her.’ The Sai treatment had hardly begun, yet he seemed to have no doubts about its effectiveness. We may be born with faith, that inner certainty of the omnipotent Supreme, or we may acquire it, but we can never acquire it through reasoning and logic. In fact, the reasoning mind can be a handicap, blocking the birth of the deeper knowledge that men call faith. Grandmother Pearl had her intellectual barriers but a very warm heart. Mother Helen was non-committal. Judging by her talk, she was atheistic but she was willing to try the Vibhuti treatment. We kept assuring the family of the importance of prayer – constant

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A book on Him

A book on Him Smt. Nagamani Purnaiya has written a book in Telugu (later also translated into and printed in English), entitled, ‘Divine Leelas of Bhagwan Sathya Sai Baba‘. In the foreword to the book she says, “I have availed myself of every opportunity of witnessing His divine powers.” The book describes more than 140 miracles, of which she says “more than 115 were witnessed by me with abundant joy.” Nagamani Amma was the wife of Sri Purnaiya, the chief commercial superintendent, southern railways, and the miracles she records were revealed at what is called the ‘old’ Mandir (temple) in the village, in the first few years after Swami’s announcement. When the present Mandir called Prasanthi Mandir was inaugurated in 1950, the Mandir at the village became old! The miracles described relate to cures effected by the administration of Vibhuti created by Swami, and of raging floods subdued at His command. Baba revealed to her, “It is because of your faith and trust in Me that your bus could cross the river in spite of the surging floods.” Swami created Tulsi (basil leaf) garlands, rings and pendants for personal wear. He also performed surgical operations. “One day I saw Swami throwing something like a banana peel over the wall,” narrates Nagamani Amma. “Then He came towards me and asked for water to wash His hands which were red with blood. ‘You had prayed to me to cure that man, so I operated upon him,’ He said. That night I could not sleep due to my anxiety for the man, since he was operated upon without cocaine and in full consciousness. I was very troubled by the thought of the pain he must be suffering in the adjacent room, and so I stayed wide awake. At daybreak Swami called me and asked me to give the patient some surgical cotton. ‘Go and give the cotton at once‘ He commanded. When I went in, after hesitating at the door for a while, I found the patient eating a plate-ful of idlies and chutney. Swami stood behind me. ‘This is not an operation by a doctor,’ He chuckled. ‘I have done it; so there is no pain caused, no rest required and no special diet prescribed. He can eat whatever he wants.’ I was shown a long mark on the stomach but could discover no stitches. Swami said, ‘The Vibhuti I created and applied on his brow acted as an anaesthetic. I created a Trisul (trident) and a knife for the operation. After I had finished, I smeared Vibhuti, and it was all over.’ “On another day, four men came to Prasanthi Nilayam with the intention of testing Swami,” continues Nagamani Purnaiya. “When they reached Bukkapatnam, three miles away, they exchanged the wrist watches they wore, deciding among themselves to find out whether Baba would discover what they had done. ‘If He is God, He should know,’ they thought. Swami called them and said, ‘I know why you have come and what you were talking on the way. One is wearing the watch of the other. I know that you have come to test Me, but this is a place for devotees. You can go back to where you have come from.’”

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