SRI SAI SATCHARITA and SATHYAM SIVAM SUNDARAM [8]

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SRI SAI SATCHARITA and SATHYAM SIVAM SUNDARAM

The Life Stories of the Two Avatars of the Age – [8]

SHRI SAI SATCHARITA

The Life of the Divine Avatar Sai Baba of Shirdi

By Hemadpant

CHAPTER VIII

Importance of Human Birth-Sai Baba Begging Food - Bayajabai's Service - Sai

Baba's Dormitory – His Affection for Khushalchand

As hinted in the last Chapter, Hemadpant now explains at length, in his

preliminary remarks, on the importance of human birth; and then proceeds to

relate how Sai Baba begged His food, how Bayajabai served Him, how He slept in

the Masjid with Tatya Kote Patil and Mhalaspathi and how He loved Khushalchand

of Rahata.

IMPORTANCE OF HUMAN BIRTH

In this wonderful universe, God has created billions (84 Lakh according to Hindu

Sasthras calculation) of creatures or beings (including Gods, demigods, insects,

beasts and men) inhabiting heaven, hell, earth, ocean, sky and other

intermediate regions. Of these, those creatures or souls, whose merits

preponderate, go to heaven and live there till they enjoy the fruits of their

actions, and when this is done, they are cast down while those souls, whose

sins or demerits preponderate, go down to hell, and suffer the consequences of

their misdeeds for so long a time as they deserve. When their merits and

demerits balance each other, they are born on earth as human beings, and are

given a chance to work out their salvation. Ultimately when their merits and

demerits both drop down (are got rid

of) completely, they get their deliverance and become free. To put the matter in

a nutshell, souls get their births or transmigrations according to their deeds

and intelligence (development of their minds).

SPECIAL VALUE OF THE HUMAN BODY

As we all know, four things are common to all the creatures, viz. food, sleep,

fear and sexual union. In the case of man, he is endowed with a special

faculty, viz. knowledge, with the help of which he can attain God-vision, which

is impossible in any other birth. It is for these reasons that Gods envy man's

fortune and aspire to be born as men on earth, so as to get their final

deliverance. Some say, that there is nothing worse than the human body, which

is full of filth, mucus, phlegm and dirt, and which is subject to decay,

disease and death. This is no doubt true to a certain extent; but in spite of

these drawbacks and defects, the special value of the human body is - that man

has got the capacity to acquire knowledge: it is only due to the human

knowledge that one can think of the

perishable and transitory nature of the body itself, and of the world and get a

disgust for the sense-enjoyments and can discriminate between the unreal and

the real, and thus attain God-vision. So, if we reject or neglect the body

because it is filthy, we lose the chance of God-vision, and if we fondle it,

and run after sense - enjoyments, because it is precious, we go to hell. The

proper course, therefore, for us to pursue is the following; that the body

should neither be neglected nor fondled, but should be properly cared for, just

as a traveler on horse-back takes care of his pony on the way till he reaches

his destination and returns home. Thus the body should ever be used or engaged

to attain God-vision or self-realization, which is the supreme end of life.

It is said that though God created various sorts of creatures he was not

satisfied, for none of them was able to know and appreciate His work. So he had

to create a special being - Man, and endow him with a special faculty, viz.

Knowledge and when He saw that man was able to appreciate His Leela - marvelous

work and intelligence. He was highly pleased and satisfied. (Vide Bhagawat

11-9-28). So really it is good luck to get a human body, better luck to get

birth in a Brahmin family, and best one, to get an opportunity of having

recourse to Sai Baba's

Feet and surrendering to Him.

MAN'S ENDEAVOR

Realizing how precious the human life is, and knowing that Death is certain and

may snatch us at any time, we should be ever alert to achieve the object of our

life, we should not make the least delay but make every possible haste to gain

our object, just as a widower is most anxious to get himself married to a new

bride, or just as a king leaves no stone unturned to seek his lost son. So with

all earnestness and speed, we should strive to attain our end, i.e.,

self-realization. Casting aside sloth and laziness, warding off drowsiness, we

should day and night meditate on the Self. If we fail to do this, we reduce

ourselves to the level of beasts.

HOW TO PROCEED?

The most effective and speedy way to gain our object is to approach a worthy

Saint or Sage - Sadguru, who has Himself, attained God-vision. What cannot be

achieved by hearing religious lectures and study of religious works is easily

obtained in the company of such worthy souls. Just as the sun alone gives

light, which all the stars put together cannot do, so the Sad-Guru alone

imparts spiritual wisdom which all the sacred books and sermons cannot infuse.

His movements and simple talks give us 'silent' advice. The virtues of

forgiveness, calmness, disinterestedness, charity, benevolence, control of mind

and body, egolessness etc. are observed by the disciples as they are being

practiced in such pure and holy company. This enlightens their minds and lifts

them up spiritually. Sai Baba was

such a Sage or Sad-Guru. Though He acted as a Fakir (mendicant), He was always

engrossed in the Self. He always loved all beings in whom He saw God or

Divinity. By pleasures He was not elated. He was not depressed by misfortunes.

A king and a pauper were the same to Him. He, whose glance would turn a beggar

into a king, used to beg His food from door to door in Shirdi, and let us now

see how He did it.

BABA BEGGING FOOD

Blessed are the people of Shirdi, in front of whose houses, Baba stood as a

beggar and called out, "Oh Lassie, give Me a piece of bread" and spread out His

hand to receive the same. In one hand He carried a Tumrel (tin pot) and in the

other a zoli or choupadari, i.e., a rectangular piece of cloth. He daily

visited certain houses and went from door to door. Liquid or semi-liquid things

such as soup, vegetables, milk or buttermilk were received in the tin pot, while

cooked rice, bread, and such solid things were taken in the zoli. Baba's tongue

knew no taste, as He had acquired control over it. So how could He care for the

taste of the different things collected together? Whatever things He got in His

zoli and in the tin pot were mixed together and partaken by Baba to His heart's

content.

Whether particular things were tasty or otherwise was never noticed by Baba as

if His tongue was devoid of the sense of taste altogether. Baba begged till

noon, but His begging was very irregular. Some days He went a few rounds, on

other days up to twelve noon. The food thus collected was thrown in a kundi,

i.e. earthen pot. Dog, cats and crows freely ate from it and Baba never drove

them away. The woman who swept the floor of the Masjid took some 10 or 12

pieces of bread to her house, and nobody prevented her from doing so. How

could, He, who even in dreams never warded off cats and dogs by harsh words and

signs, refuse food to poor helpless people? Blessed indeed is the life of such

a noble person! People in Shirdi took Him in the beginning for a mad Fakir. He

was known in the village by this name. How could one, who lived on alms by

begging a few crumbs of bread, be revered and respected? But this Fakir was

very liberal of heart and hand, disinterested and charitable. Tough He looked

fickle and restless from outside. He was firm and steady inside. His way was

inscrutable. Still even in that small village, there were a few kind and

blessed people who recognized and regarded Him as a Great Soul. One such

instance is given below.

BAYAJABAI'S BRILLIANT SERVICE

Tatya Kote's mother, Bayajabai, used to go to the woods every noon with a basket

on her head containing bread and vegetables. She roamed in the jungles koos

(about 3 miles) after koss, trampling over bushes and shrubs in search of the

mad Fakir, and after hunting Him out, fell at His feet. The Fakir sat calm and

motionless in meditation, while she placed a leaf before Him, spread the

eatables, bread, vegetables etc., thereon and fed Him forcibly. Wonderful was

her faith and service. Every day she roamed at noon in the jungles and forced

Baba to the partake of lunch. Her service, Upasana or Penance, by whatever name

we call it, was never forgotten by Baba till his Maha Samadhi. Remembering fully

what service she rendered, Baba benefited her son magnificently. Both the son

and the mother had great faith in the Fakir, Who was their God. Baba often said

to them that "Fakir (Mendicancy) was the real Lordship as it was everlasting,

and the so-called Lordship (riches) was transient". After some years, Baba left

off going into the woods, began to live in the village and take His food in the

Masjid. From that time Bayajabai's troubles of roaming in the jungles ended.

DORMITORY OF TRIO

Even blessed are the Saints in whose heart Lord Vasudeo dwells, and fortunate,

indeed, are the devotees who get the benefit of the company of such Saints. Two

such fortunate fellows, Tatya Kote Patil and Bhagat Mhalaspathi, equally shared

the company of Sai Baba. Baba also loved them both equally. These three persons

slept in the Masjid with their heads towards the east, west and north and with

their feet touching one another at the Center. Stretching their beds, they lay

on them, chitchatting and gossiping about many things, till late at midnight.

If any one of

them showed any signs of sleep, others would wake him up. For instance, if Tatya

began to snore, Baba at once got up and shook him from side to side and pressed

his head. If it was Mahalasapati, He hugged him close, stroked his legs and

kneaded his back. In this way for full 14 years, Tatya, leaving his parents at

home, slept in the Masjid on account of his love for Baba. How happy and never

to be forgotten were those days! How to measure that love and how to value the

grace of Baba? After the passing away of his father, Tatya took charge of the

household affairs and began to sleep at home.

KHUSHALEHAND OF RAHATA

Baba loved Ganpat Kote Patil of Shirdi. He equally loved Chandrabhanshet Marwadi

of Rahata. After the demise of the Shet, Baba loved his nephew Khushalchand

equally or even perhaps more, and watched his welfare, day and night. Sometimes

in a bullock cart, at other times in a tanga with intimate friends, Baba went to

Rahata. People of that village came out, with band and music, and received Baba

at the Ves or gate of the village and prostrated before Him. Then He was taken

into the village with great pomp and ceremony. Khushalchand took Baba to his

house, seated Him on a comfortable seat and gave Him a good lunch. Then they

talked freely and merrily for some time, after which Baba returned to Shirdi,

giving delight and blessing to all.

Shirdi is midway between and equidistant from Rahata on one side (south) and

Nimgaon on the other (north). Baba never went beyond these places during His

lifetime. He never saw any railway train nor traveled by it. Still, He knew

exactly the timing of arrival and departure of all trains. Devotees who acted

according to Baba's instructions (re: their departure) which were given by him

at the time of taking His leave fared well, while those who disregarded them

suffered many a mishap and accident. More about this and other matters will be

told in the next Chapter.

BOW TO SHRI SAI-- PEACE TO BE ALL

NOTE: An incident, given in the footnote at the end of this Chapter, showing

Baba's love for Khushalchand how He asked one afternoon Kakasaheb Dixit to go

to Rahata and fetch Khushalchand to Him, and at the same time appeared before

Khushalchand in his noon-nap dream asking him to come to Shirdi, is not given

here as it is described in the body of the book (Sai-Charita) later on (Chapter

30).

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SATHYAM SIVAM SUNDARAM - Part I

The Life of the Divine Avatar Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba

By N. Kasturi, M.A., B.L.

The Wave of the Hand

Even as a child, Baba had the miraculous power of getting things from "nowhere".

He surprised His playmates by taking peppermints and sweets from empty bags. In

spite of His requests to keep this a secret, the news spread among the elders,

and when they inquired how He got them, Baba remained silent. Later, when

pressed by His friends, He said that a certain angel obeyed His slightest wish.

This was, of course, to ward off further queries, because the villagers were

satisfied by such an answer. They began to admire Him as a specially blessed

boy, to be watched with care and treated with respect. Even at school Baba

helped many classmates with a piece of rubber or pencil, which He materialized

by a Wave of the Hand. When any of them complained of an illness or pain, Baba

"got" green leaves "from the

Himalayas", as He told the boys, and made them chew them and swallow the juice.

Some elders called it magic and even characterized it as black magic, warning

the children that they should not have anything to do with Sathyanarayana.

It was only after the Announcement that Baba regularly "took" Vibhuthi and began

giving it for a variety of purposes to all who came to Him. Baba has often

spoken of the significance of this Vibhuthi. Since it is materialized out of

nothing and since the Ash is specifically associated with Siva, devotees

reverentially know it as Kailash Vibhuthi, the sacred Ash of Siva who resides

on Mount Kailash. It is named Vibhuthi since it endows one with prosperity;

Bhasma - "ashes" because it burns away all sins; Bhasitam - "brightened"

because it increases one's spiritual splendor; Ksharam - "destruction" since it

removes danger; and Raksha - "protector" for it is an armor against the

machinations of evil spirits. This is how the Vibhuthi is praised in the Brihad

Jabala Upanishad, one of the ancient spiritual texts. Baba says Vibhuthi is also

a constant reminder of the evanescence of the body, which, ultimately, is

reduced in cremation to a potful of ash!

Thousands of devotees and visitors have witnessed the miracle of the Vibhutti.

It is indeed an inexplicable, ultra-scientific wonder! It is produced so

casually, informally, gracefully, quietly, and so naturally that one might well

miss the significance of the blessing. The right palm of Baba's Hand is held

down on a slight angle - a wave or two, scarcely noticeable; the fingers close

to arrest the fall of the Vibhuthi which has already materialized. The wonder

product is handed to the recipient, as a token of Baba's blessings, and applied

to the forehead. At an average rate of a minimum of one pound per day, the

quantity of Vibhuthi thus produced "out of the elements" by His Will must now

have reached the astounding figure of over five

tons!

Every idea has an inherent tendency to manifold itself in physical form. It all

depends on the will, whether it is human or divine. Baba wills; it is done!

The Vibhuthi may also be placed on the tongue, mixed with water and drunk as a

specific against illness. It may be carried as a talisman. A devotee from South

America had written that every night she went to bed with a packet of Vibhuthi

in her palm. Invariably she dreamed that her palms were resting at the feet of

Lord Krishna. It is difficult to enumerate all the curative and alleviatory

purposes to which recipients put the Vibhuthi, which Baba produces, by a Wave

of the Hand.

The Vibhuthi He gives is also of innumerable kinds, suited to the purposes for

which created. Sometimes it is in the shape of a hard cube, or often powder,

fine, grainy or flaky. It may be fragrant or pungent, salty, sweet or

tasteless, white or blackish, or of any of the intermediate shades. Sometimes,

when He waves His Hand, it materializes - container and all! When a person left

for England for higher studies, Baba gave him Vibuthi in a silver container with

the additional blessing, "This will never become exhausted!" His Will,

thousands of miles away; can replenish the Ash in a container by a pre-dated

expression of His desire. When the Vibhuthi is to be taken as a medicine for a

long period, as during pregnancy, Baba asks the person to bring a receptacle,

and by a light tap on the surface, the vessel becomes full of Vibhuthi. When he

gathers his devotees on the sands, as at Chitravathi or the river bed of

Kaivalya at Venkatagiri, or on the beach at Kovalam in Kerala, or Kanyakumari

in Tamil Nadu, or on the river Godavari, He digs into the sand playfully with

His Fingers. A huge cube of Vibhuthi hiding there, He rescues, powders and

distributes to all present. He may take the sand itself in both His Hands and

pour it onto a plate. That which falls on the plate is not sand, but fine

fragrant Vibhuthi.

Baba's entire physical frame seems to be suffused with Vibhuthi. When He is

taken in a procession on Vijayadashami, the tenth day of the light-half of the

month Asvina, and other festival days, thousands have clearly seen fine

Vibhuthi falling from His brow onto His eyelids and cheeks. When He leaves the

body and goes to save His devotees. Vibhuthi often emanates from His face,

mouth, thumbs, toes or forehead. He merely raises His thumb and makes a mark on

one's forehead, and the Vibhuthi is there for all to see.

There have been instances in which devotees have dreamed that Baba came to them

and applied Vibhuthi on their brows, and found on awakening that the Ash was

actually there! Some dreamed that Baba put Vibhuthi on their tongues, and when

they awakened, they found Vibhuthi in their mouths! Baba signifies His Presence

at the residence of His devotees by scattering the tell-tale Vibhuthi on the

floor of the shrine where His picture is kept. When Baba presents a Vision of

Himself to save someone from an impending calamity, He invariably uses Vibhuthi

to effect a cure.

Once during a Dasara Festival a certain visitor from Telengana received an

urgent telegram from home, informing him that his father-in-law had had a

stroke and that his condition had created anxiety. Baba asked him not to worry.

A similar wire came the next day, and Baba agreed to his going alone, leaving

his wife to watch the festivities even though she was the daughter of the

stricken man and the most needed at his bedside. When the son-in-law left, He

gave him Vibhuthi to apply to the father-in-law's forehead. He had materialized

it by a Wave of the Hand. About eight o'clock

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trains by which the son-in-law was proceeding to the sickbed. Quite suddenly He

sat up and said, "You have all gone wrong. The train won't take him fast enough.

He will not reach the place before 9:00 p.m. Oh! "What a pity!" Then with a wink

of the eye, He "left" the body and was "gone." He was "away" for about half an

hour. When He "returned," He was so happy that He had applied the Vibhuthi

Himself to the sick man in Telangana. "Did you use the same Vibhuthi that the

son-in-law was carrying with him?" He was asked. "Yes, you will know that when

he returns," He said. "Ask him, and he will say that the packet was empty when

he went to the sick man." And so it was. On

return, he related the story of his discomfiture; how he was blamed for being

careless; how they rubbed their fingers over the folded paper in order to

collect at least the tracings of the holy Vibhuthi; and how they failed in that

desperate endeavor!

Baba sometimes performs Consecration or ceremonial bath for the silver figure of

His "previous body" which is kept at the temple. A small wooden pot,

artistically carved and painted, is filled with Vibhuthi for this purpose.

Holding it overturned above the image, Baba puts His Hand into the vessel in

order to ensure an even flow of Sacred Ash. By contact with His Hand, the flow

of Vibhuthi continues long after the quantity originally produced is exhausted.

Twirl after twirl brings down fresh showers of Vibhuthi from the receptacle

until the image is emerged in the fragrant powder, and the Ash mounts to

unexpected heights. Finally Baba puts the wooden pot away, out of sheer

physical exhaustion, so to say!

Regarding the Sacred Ash, another type of incident often occurs, although it is

not exactly an illustration of the Wave of the Hand. Whenever a sincere devotee

passes away, Baba gives His Darshan at the last moment and enables the person to

enjoy eternal peace. On such occasions, symbolic of death, destruction, and the

end of the temporary and the evanescent, there issues Vibhuthi from the mouth

of the person Baba blesses. On Saturday, November 15, 1958, at 5:20 in the

afternoon, Baba was reading from a letter to those around Him. Suddenly, with a

shout meaning, "Yes," He fell to the floor and was practically lifeless. Ten

minutes later He moved a little and coughed three times, but they were not

coughs; they were three puffs, which emanated from His Mouth, bringing out

quantities of Vibhuthi to a distance of more than a foot and a half! Five

minutes later, Baba got up, and without any sign of exhaustion or confusion,

resumed the previous conversation. He was asked to reveal where He had been,

and replied, "I have been to the city of Dehra Dun. The

mother of Krishna, the doctor, who comes here frequently, passed away at 5:30

p.m. Krishna was there at the bedside. She had placed her fingers on her pulse

and announced to all, 'This is my last breath.' They are singing songs of God

in that room. She had a peaceful death. I gave her Darshan at her last

moment."

On Monday, when the postman came to Prashanthi Nilayam, he had with him a letter

from Krishna to Baba. Krishna wrote, "My mother drew her last breath on Saturday

at 5:30 p.m. We were chanting during her last hours, which was her wish. She was

remembering you constantly!" What a miracle this! Baba anticipated the moment of

death, answered the prayers of a panting

soul, described at the Nilayam 1500 miles away the happenings in the Dehra Dun

room within minutes; even the emanation of Vibuthi, symbolic of the destruction

of the evanescent material of the physical body when the soul is freed from

bondage!

The Vibuthi is but the continuation in this incarnation of the Udi or Ash, which

Sai Baba of Shirdi gave as His boon to those who went to Him. Sai Baba of Shirdi

used to take the ash from the hearth fed perpetually with fuel, so that He could

have live cinders for the Udi, says Sathya Sai Baba.

Baba materializes whatever He wills by a Wave of His Hand. He says that what He

produces is already in "Sai Stores," and that His "workmen" are so quick, they

manufacture in the fraction of a moment even the most complicated artistry He

thinks of and deliver it into His Hand!

Once Baba materialized a gold medal to be given to an accomplished violinist

whose recital was just concluding. Baba showed the medal to those around Him.

Even as they were admiring its size, beauty and shine, He said, "Oh, the name

has to be inscribed," and He closed His Palm. Opening it immediately, He showed

the medal to all. They were amazed at the miracle. The inscription, "Presented

by Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba to Vidwan T. Chowdia," was deeply engraved

thereon in English, complete with the day and the date. Showing the medal to

us, Baba said, "See how quick are my workmen!"

Baba blesses artists who perform at the Nilayam during festivals and other

occasions with gifts such as rings, necklaces, medals, and brooches. With the

Wave of His Hand, there is a special appropriateness in the gifts. Nadaswaram

Vidwan, a piper, was given a ring with an inset picture of Siva. It was found

that his ancestors for many generations had been temple musicians, that his

family had been given certain lands in perpetuity in return for their services,

and that the form of the Lord worshiped in that temple was Siva. The Siva on the

ring was a replica of the icon in his Village!

"I shall give you a Ganesha figurine; take it home and worship it," He told a

visitor. It was an image of Ganesha, the God who removes obstacles, in the

standing posture. "You have this form of Ganesha in your shrine room, is it

not?" Baba asked as He handed it to him. The man answered, "Yes, it is".

It is not proper for the recipients to weigh or evaluate the gifts. for they are

not of the earth at all. Once a musician who received a necklace studded with

precious stones started on his way home to discuss its value and decide its

worth. It was lost mysteriously; it simply was not around his neck! Chastened

by the experience, he returned immediately to Prashanthi Nilayam. Chiding him

gently, Baba "took" before his eyes the self-same necklace and presented it

again to him.

Things that Baba gives can never be lost. A devotee, while returning to

Hyderabad from Puttaparthy, discovered her luggage had been stolen at night,

somewhere near Mahbubnagar. She reported this to the railway police. Two days

later she was called upon to identify her belongings, for the thief had been

apprehended and the luggage recovered. Imagine her surprise when she found

every article intact except the rosary Baba had materialized and given her! She

sent a message to Baba by wire. Baba replied that the rosary had come to His

possession, because it could not be stolen!

Who can describe her joy at getting the same rosary a second time from Baba's Hands!

A devotee, C. N. Padma, writes, "It was twelve years ago. One evening Baba took

all those who were at the old temple to the sands of the river. After the

chanting He called me, and while consoling me about my personal problems, He

materialized a rosary and handed it to me. He had already given me one, and I

kept it at my home in a silver box. When He gave me another, I was alarmed that

my situation may have worsened, since He felt I needed additional protection. So

I asked Him, 'Why, Baba, why a second rosary for me?' He said, 'This is the one

I gave you last! You left it at home in that silver box; it was 'stolen'

yesterday. Here, keep this safe!' It was true. When I went home, I found the

house broken into and the Silver box gone."

There was the incident of Srimati Sakamma's diamond ring. Some years ago she had

hurried to Puttaparthy for the Dasara Festival. In the confusion of packing, she

misplaced a seven-stone diamond ring. Discovering its absence too late for any

search to be made, she informed Baba about it. Baba simply made fun of the

whole affair, cracked a joke or two, and heartily laughed at her loss. Months

later Baba was visiting her coffee-seed-curing factory. Sitting in the kitchen

of a small house behind it, and while sipping coffee, He said, "Oh, Sakamma,

you want that diamond ring, don't you? Well, here it is!" With those words, He

patted the wall, and lo, the ring was there in that Hand! That Hand is

certainly Divine!

Sometimes that Hand is dipped in water, and the water becomes gasoline on which

a car can be driven for miles. Once while motoring to Bangalore, the gasoline

tank became empty near Chicballapur. Baba sent one of the men in the party to a

water tank by the side of the road. He returned with mere H2O! Baba dipped His

Finger into the can and stirred it a bit. The contents were emptied into the

gas tank. The car was driven merrily along mile after mile, the engine not

recognizing any difference at all. On another occasion when the diesel oil

supply ran short for the

dynamo which produced electric power for illumination during festivals, and when

it was too late to send anyone for diesel oil twenty miles away, He dipped His

Hand in water, and diesel oil was there!

Another miracle of the same nature was performed at Horsley Hills where a few

devotees spent several wondrous days in His august company. Every morning Baba

went into the jungle to a flat-topped boulder upon which He sat and discoursed.

One day, as He walked there, He picked up a piece of rock of a peculiar

geological formation; it looked more like a closely packed bundle of dry

macaroni. He had the stone in front of Him while discoursing. When He

concluded, He said, "I shall sweeten your tongues a bit." He took the stone in

His Hand. Amazingly, it had become a lump of sugar-candy, a closely packed

bundle of dry macaroni-like sugar-candy. It was as if His Will had transformed

every molecule of that stone into a molecule of sugar. No one has ever seen

sugar crystallizing in long thread-like bits! But

this was not chemistry! This was Divine Alchemistry!!

Srimati Sakamma once broke her eyeglasses at Puttaparthy and was having great

difficulty. Baba materialized a pair of the same prescription for her.

It was Sri Krishna's birthday festival, a day which is considered specially

auspicious. Baba was with devotees at Madras who were making elaborate

preparations. The hall was decorated and invitations were sent to nearby

friends. Baba came and sat on a special seat, temporarily erected at one end of

the hall, near the shrine during the worship. Just before the close, He stood

up, and everyone rose with Him. He lifted both Hands above His Head. The throng

of devotees was expectantly watching His Hands, for they had not seen Him in

that pose during a festival. It

appeared rather strange, but before they had time to wonder, He was holding in

His Hands a huge glass bowl beautifully designed with birds spreading their

wings. Baba placed the heavy bowl near the shrine on the platform. "Special

sweets from Brindavan, the birthplace of Krishna," He announced. In that bowl

were forty-three different varieties of sweets!

One day Baba crossed the Chitravathi River in two jeeps filled with devotees and

drove into the reserve forest. When the jeep failed to climb the road, Baba

walked with the party for about six miles along the upper reaches of the river.

At last they came to a beautiful area, right in the midst of the forest. There

were steep rocky banks on three

sides, a large flat slab of rock to sit upon, and the river gurgled merrily

along. All partook of the food they brought and drank tea prepared by some

enterprising young men. Baba "made" a big piece of sugar-candy to sweeten their

mouths. Then He waved His Hand, and all present opened their eyes wide to a

miracle. He manifested a packet of photographs of Himself and proceeded to give

one to each. There were exactly sixteen photos and sixteen men! Occasionally He

has manifested larger packets for larger parties, and always the numbers agree!

 

Another incident that illustrates the divine in Baba happened at Cape Comorin in

1958. Sitting on the beach with a small group of devotees, Baba asked a person

who had earlier in the day purchased and perused a book on the pilgrim center,

what the book said about the local temple. He related the story of a diamond

which once upon a time adomed the nose-stud of the Goddess in the temple. The

diamond shone so brightly that pirates could see it from the sea! He described

the pirates' greed and how they carried off the diamond during a raid. Baba

asked, "Do you want to see it? It is just a matter

of minutes and I can send it back before its absence is noticed." He patted the

sand in front of Him - there appeared a huge diamond in His Hand! It was shown

to everyone present, then just disappeared from the Hand to which it had come!

Every miracle of His is done so unostentatiously, with a smile of surprise

lighting up His Face as the object materializes.

A devotee had a rupee note which he had kept because it contained the autograph

of a friend. One day, through sheer carelessness, he mixed it up with his other

rupees and inadvertently spent it in Bangalore. The discovery of his loss made

him morose. A week later, when Baba learned about this, He said, "Don't worry;

it has not reached Bombay.

I can see where it lies. I shall get it for you." The Hand waved; the rupee

note, the same one, was handed over to the young man at Puttaparthy.

Baba bas materialized copies of the Gita and given them to devotees. When He

made a copy for an old nearsighted devotee, He said, "See, it is printed

specially for your sake in big bold letters," and it was! Giving a visitor, a

professor who was a doctor of science, a copy of the Gita "from the sands," He

said, "You do not know the Devanagari script, and so it is in Telugu. Take it."

He has given for daily worship emblems of Siva and images of Lord Krishna, also

images of other forms of God worshipped in Hindu homes. He also produces

crucifixes and plates with mystic markings, all iconologically and artistically

perfect, and all made by a Wave of the Hand!

He gives photographs of Himself - alone or with Sai Baba of Shirdi - or of the

chosen Deity of devotees. Some of these photographs are very unique. There was

once materialized a photograph of Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa with four Sai

Baba of Shirdi pictures on a square in the region of his heart and Sri Sathya

Sai Baba in the center of that form! Once Baba gave a devotee a pair of silver

sandals which materialized miraculously on His Feet.

Baba takes delight in recommending to inquirers that they chant the Name and

meditate on the Form of the Lord which most appeals to them. He has come not to

supplant or destroy but to implement and fulfill.

One evening on the river sands a visitor was wearing a badge bearing a

representation of a saintly couple, Kusuma and Haranath. Baba gave a short

account of their lives and said they spread the message of holy chanting. Even

as He was speaking, He "took" from the sands a lovely silver icon, Kusuma and

Haranath, standing on a coiled serpent under its spread hood! There was a dot

of actual saffron on the brow of Kusuma. On another occasion He gave a devotee

who worshiped Him as Siva, a large colored shell with the word Siva-sayi carved

on it! Baba also expresses His love and wisdom by encouraging everyone to march

bravely along the path he has chosen for himself.

Sandalwood images, silver icons, silver sandals, ivory figures, idols in the

sacred alloy of five metals, emblems of Siva in blood-red stone, green or blue

topaz or sapphire have all been created and given. He has also given gem-set

rings and lockets of different varieties as the need or mood of the moment

dictates. Very often when he sees a devotee wearing a gem-set ring, he laughs

at him for bearing the burden of a stone without asking for wages! Taking such

a ring in His Hand, He strokes it with His Palm. The gem vanishes, and left in

its place is a portrait of Sai Baba of Shirdi, Sri Sathya Sai Baba, or both. Or

it may be Sri Rama, Sri Krishna, or any of the other Forms of God.

At Venkatagiri there is a sheet of postage stamps, which underwent this

miraculous transformation many years ago. Seeing the sheet with the earthly

emperor, Baba said in fun, "Why do you have a set of such things?" Even as He

was making the remark, His Hand gently passed over the paper, and as He lifted

it, every figure miraculously changed; the illustration and the price vanished;

the picture of Baba was imprinted on every stamp, and the inscription was "Sri

Sathya Sai." If He gets the idea of initiating an aspirant with a sacred

mantra, He just rolls a piece of paper, handy at the moment, into a sharp

pointed needle-like instrument. In a second it is transformed into silver or

ivory, with the added decoration of the image of the Deity invoked by the

mantra. He proceeds to write on the

tongue of the aspirant the mystic syllables and then presents the instrument to

the person to be kept as a reminder of the Grace of the Guru!

His Hands have another miraculous power, to increase and multiply whatever He

wants by mere contact. For instance, Baba multiplies food when the quantity is

insufficient for the people present. He wills; He contacts; the vessel becomes

full. One such scene was on Vijayadashami Day in 1950, which is the last day of

Dasara. From the town of Anantapur several devotees had brought with them two

baskets of freshly plucked Tulsi leaves. They were sitting around the baskets,

making long thick garlands with the leaves. Baba passed that way when their

work was almost

finished and the containers almost empty. He asked the group, half in fun and

half in earnest, "Exhausted? Are you game for another two baskets of Tulsi?"

They jumped at the idea. He bent down and placed His Hands within each basket.

When He stood erect, the baskets were miraculously filled to overflowing with

fresh green Tulsi leaves!

It becomes clear why Baba Himself serves sweets and other items on occasions

when thousands visit and are fed at Prashanthi Nilayam. He gives food

plentifully, and there is always an abundance. Plenty is the hallmark of that

Hand.

While on processions, Baba, seated on the flower-bedecked palanquin, takes in

His Hand the petals of flowers from the garlands offered Him and throws them

over the heads of the devotees. What falls on the ground below? Peppermints,

one time; coins, another time; portraits of Sai Baba of Shirdi or Sathya Sai

Baba, or of both, another time. One cannot predict what or when! Such is the

mystery of that Hand. A number of devotees still possess the articles they

collected on November twenty-third, 1950, during the procession from the

Old Temple to Prashanthi Nilayam, inaugurated that day. These articles remain

unsullied and bright for generations, since they are as substantial as other

material objects.

The monk Amritananda related that he was suffering from chronic asthma; an

illness, which Baba diagnosed, was caused and aggravated by incorrect practice

of Hatha Yoga. During the months he remained at Puttaparthy, the drugs Baba

gave him kept away the spasms and the Swami was practically freed from the

dread affliction. Referring to these drugs, the Swami said, "The first two days

He gave me Ash which He 'took' by a Wave of the Hand. 0n the third day there

came into His Hand a golden-colored heavy powder, which He put into my mouth.

Then He turned to the four quarters, and with each Wave of the Hand, He

'manifested' quantities of a copper-colored powder, which He applied to my back

and chest. Afterwards He 'took' Ash and poured it into my hand, asking me to

swallow a little when the spasm

occurred. Another day He 'took' tender, soft, hairy roots of a plant and asked

me to chew and swallow them.

On another day He gave me a midget version of banana, which I had never seen

before in India, Ceylon, Malaya

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'took' a handful of leaves, which He squeezed. He collected the juice in a

vessel He materialized, then commanded me to drink it.

"Another time He waved His Hand, and I saw a bundle of greenish leaves. He

passed them to me with a twinkle in His eyes and asked me to eat all of them. I

was shocked to find that the underneath of the leaves had small sharp thorns.

When I looked at Him imploringly, thinking, 'do you really want me to eat all

this, thorns included?' He melted a little and stretched out His Hand, saying,

'Give them back to me.' I placed the leaves in His Hand; He gave them again to

me. There was not a single thorn! Not even a vestage or indication that the

plant was of such species. Gleefully, I ate it all. A few days later He called

me into His room, and when He waved His Hand, a sizeable quantity of green

leaves again appeared. 'A very good specific,' He said, 'coming straight from

the Himalayas.' Keeping half of them, He placed the other half in my hand,

saying, 'Come on! Chew and swallow.' They were terribly bitter, and I had to

draw on all my ascetic strength to perform the task allotted me. Oh, how I

prayed in my heart that He would stop with that and not force me to eat the

horrible half portion He had kept in reserve! But He showed no kindness and

gave me the balance of the leaves, commanding, 'Finish this also.' Reinforcing

myself with all my courage, I placed in my mouth the second installment. Could

one believe - by longer contact with His Divine Hand the second half had become

inexpressibly sweet, sweeter than sugar cane or honey! He laughed at my joy and

relief, and I came to know that the ways of the Lord are truly inscrutable."

This genuine report is from an aged

renunciate, who was long with Ramana Maharshi and who was learned in Veda and Vedanta.

Whenever Baba elects to give patients a medicine or curative drug, He waves His

Hand and procures pills, powders, and bottles of mixtures, ointments, syrups,

oils, or fruits. Sometimes out of sheer fun, He might throw a fruit toward one,

and when the happy recipient actually catches the gift, another species of fruit

might arrive in his hand! He might make a gesture of throwing without anything

seemingly in His Hand. The person to whom the throw is directed must be wary,

for a fruit is on its way! When someone was seized with a sneezing bout, He

called him to His side and "took" some sweets, which He gave him to swallow.

When another was suffering from fever for quite a long time, Baba, nearing the

bedside, waved His Hand and "took" something, which He deliberately placed in

the hand of the patient who

sat up reverentially to receive it. It was a big bumble bee which flew away, along with the fever!

When a devotee asked for permission to leave Puttaparthy early so that he might

attend convocation to receive a diploma, Baba said, "I shall give it to you now

here!" and waved His Hand. A miniature diploma, exactly reproducing all the

details of the actual one awaiting him at Madras, was in His Hand!

A Mysore devotee had arranged for family worship of Baba at Puttaparthy on the

day of the festival of Gowri in 1961. He searched the village and also

Bukkapatnam for all the auspicious articles the worship required. He was able

to secure everything except black beads. Baba came for the worship, and the

overjoyed couple was immersed in the worship of His Feet. They did not notice a

large black ant running over the heap of flowers around His Feet. He saw it,

lifted it up gently, and held it between His Fingers. "What, are you offering

worship with ants instead of

flowers?" He asked in fun. He handed the ant to the mistress of the family; she

held out her palm to receive it, but what she received was not a black ant.

Instead, through His Grace, from that Hand were given two black beads!

Another astounding example of the divinity of that Hand occurred one evening

when Baba casually approached a half-open window in His room. He noticed an

electric table lamp on the sill. No one was aware of His intentions. Those

present saw Baba wave His Hand. When they rushed near to see what was

emanating, He showed them His Palm in which rested a color film portrait of

Himself! Evidently, He willed for something transparent to be a part of the

lampshade. He held it up to the light. Some remarked that the background of the

picture could have been a little more prominent; some said that the hair was a

little awry; one remarked that the face was not freshly shaven! He silenced all

such comments by declaring, "My dear fellows, you don't see, it is my photo,

just as I am now, with this dress, this

background, this half-open window, this door, this door curtain, this switch."

As they watched, the wonder grew! It was as if in the millionth of a second,

someone had come with a camera, focused it, and snapped a color film

photograph, developed, washed and dried it, and delivered it into the Hands of

Baba!

One evening at Prashanthi Nilayam, while talking about the kinship between man

and other animals, and about the various theories of the origin of man, Baba

said that the human animal is more related to tree dwelling apes than to the

ground dwelling varieties. He spoke of a tailless, hairless, tree dwelling

Simian. When an interested listener, a professor of anthropology, could not

quite grasp the type, Baba waved His Hand, and there was a small model of the

Simian to which He had referred. The miniature, a work of art and scientific

accuracy, is with Him now.

At Thippegondanahalli, the lake near Bangalore, some devotees had enjoyed a

quiet morning with Baba. After a long discussion on the doctrine of rebirth and

the nature of the soul, Baba materialized a small silver screw-top vessel full

of amrita and distributed it to the group. He then gave the container to a man

and his wife who were shortly leaving for England. When He noticed the

disappointment of the couple at receiving only an empty vessel, He took it from

them, and without even the Wave of the Hand, gave it back. It was full of the

precious nectar!

Afterwards the party went to the reservoir, which supplies water to Bangalore.

While the engineer was describing the history of the project and pointing out

the two rivers, which joined at the spot and the pinnacle of the temple, which

had been sunk in the lake created by the dam, Baba stood listening at the

water's edge. Suddenly He dipped His Hand in the water and then held up His

Palm containing some of it. To everyone's surprise, Baba's Palm held a lingam,

shining in the sun, with sandal paste and Bilva leaf on it, as if He had taken

it from a shrine where worship was

being offered it! He turned to a member of the group: "Take this and worship it

every day. You worship Siva, do you not?" Indeed the man was a member of the

sect, which worshiped the form of Siva as represented in the temple at the

confluence of the rivers.

When Baba blesses His devotees and agrees to their arranging the marriage of

their children at Prashanthi Nilayam in His immediate presence, He sometimes

creates a golden disc and gives it to the bridegroom to be auspiciously tied

around the neck of the fortunate bride. A Wave of the Hand, and the disc strung

on a saffron-colored string is there in a moment. Sometimes when the

ear-piercing ceremony is performed, Baba even materializes a sharp pointed bent

gold wire with which the ear lobe is pierced and which serves as an earring for

the child. It is impossible to enumerate all the capabilities of the Wave of

that Hand!

When Baba decides to resort to surgery to cure an illness or defect, He waves

His Hand, and the instruments needed are there in His Palm.

Another incident shows how the Wave of the Hand can transmit this miraculous

Divine Power - to another person's hand. It happened some years ago when Baba

was in His teens. With a large number of devotees He had gone across the river

to a garden near Saheb Tank. Food was prepared and eaten. The party was

returning to the village as darkness was fast falling on the riverbanks.

Suddenly, while they were passing a bush, Baba ahead of the others, something

streaked across the sands and coiled itself around Baba's right foot! "A snake,

a snake!" arose the cry. A cobra bit Baba's right toe, uncoiled itself in an

instant, and fled like an arrow along the sands. Baba said, "Let it go," but

those who were angry at the cobra pursued it, desiring to kill it. Baba

shouted, "Go," in a commanding tone, and the snake

sped into the darkness and was seen no more. Meanwhile the effects of the bite

were becoming apparent. Baba appeared faint and fell to the ground. Some men

ran to the village to inform Pedda Venkapa Raju. Another, who knew the address

of a magician residing a mile away, ran to get his help. Baba made some

gestures to one of the two devotees trying to render first aid, to wave his

hand. The devotee did so, and felt a thrust inside his palm. There emerged a

talisman. Baba signaled to him to apply it, together with the froth from His

Lips, to the wound. He did as ordered. Within a matter of seconds a "well" Baba

got up, to the intense relief of every one, and began to talk as though nothing

had happened to break the bliss of that happy day.

Just then, the parents and others came running with a huge armory of drugs,

magic rites, roots, pieces of gramophone records, bottles of specifics sold in

village fairs, and last but not least, the celebrated magician who lived a mile

away. Baba jokingly greeted them all.

Baba later explained He could have "taken" the talisman, but since He never uses

for His own benefit anything He materializes out of His own Hand, He had to

convey His Grace to another hand.

It has been said about Sai Baba of Shirdi, "While the devotees took leave, Baba

gave Ash as Prasad, besmeared some of it on the foreheads of the devotees, and

placed His boon-conferring Hand on their heads." Sri Sathya Sai Baba also does

this. His Hands confer the boons the devotees deserve, and have the healing

touch to wipe out disease, ward off evil, and rewrite destiny!

CONTINUED…

With Sai love from Sai brother M. Palaniswamy

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