SUPERNATURAL ACTS OF GOD-SAI BABA - II

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SUPERNATURAL ACTS OF GOD-SAI BABA

 

Sai Baba a Geologist

 

A noted geologist who heads the Geology Department of a major

University was witness to one of Baba's materializations. Baba picked

up a rough piece of granite to ask the scientist what it contained.

The geologist mentioned some minerals. Baba insisted, " I don't mean

those, but something deeper. " He continued, " Well molecules, atoms,

electrons, protons... " Baba wasn't satisfied, " No, no, no, go deeper

still. " The geologist professed his ignorance.

 

The Baba took the rock, blew on it, and gave it back to the

geologist. The geologist was flabbergasted, for the rock had been

transformed into a statue of Krishna playing the divine flute. Baba

admonished him, " You see, beyond your atoms and all, God was in the

rock, God is sweetness and joy. Break off Krishna's foot and taste

it " .

 

The geologist found no difficulty in breaking the statue and tasting

the foot. It was candy with a sweetness all its own. No wonder Howard

Murphet one of Baba's biographers, has said, " Science gives but the

first word; the last word is known only to the great spiritual

scientists like Sai Baba. "

 

If Baba can transform rock into God... and we have the geologist's

word for it - then why not the human being already charged with the

divine afflatus or divinely imparted knowledge?

 

Apart from his own prodigious spiritual image which encompasses

millions of devotees, Baba uses the 3000 and more Sai spiritual

educational, and social service institutions throughout the world to

spread His message with the objective of transforming the common

people into a race of enlightened Godmen and Godwowen.

 

Spiritual Impressions, Puttaparthi, Mar-Apr. 1997, pag. 52

 

On Sunday, the 13th day of December, 1964, Baba was at Venkatagiri

town. He had reached the place a few days earlier in connection with

a heavy schedule of discourses in the Chittoor and Nellore Districts,

in Andhra Pradesh. But, Baba is not bound by the limitations of space

and time. On that very day, about 8.a.m, " Baba surprisingly appeared

in front of my house " says, U. Ram Mohan Rao, Superintendent of the

Junior Technical School, Manjeri (28 miles south Of Calicut on the

West Coast, in the State of Kerala). As the crow flies, the distance

between Manjeri and Venkatagiri will be more than 600 miles! But,

distance is only a game that Baba plays to keep us, poor mortals,

apart.

 

Mr. Ram Mohan Rao describes Bhagawan's visit thus : " I and my wife

were indoors with our daughter. The maid told us that a Sadhu had

come. We went out to see who it was and we were surprised to see Sri

Sathya Sai Baba! Baba said, Hari Om, Santhi Santhi Santhi; we

prostrated ourselves at His Feet. We led Baba into the office room,

but on the way, He saw our Pooja room where His Photo was hung, along

with several holy pictures. He said He would sit in the pooja room

itself. He told us that He had come to us that day, being very

pleased with the Bhakthi of Sailaja, my daughter. He asked me to send

word to devotees if any were available for Bhajan and Pravachan. " .

He sent word to his neighbours and people collected immediately " ,

says Ramesh Rao, his cousin. " He sang " Nandamukunda Sayinath " , " Om

Bhagavan " , " Jayaram Jayaram, " along with the Bhakthas. After Bhajan,

He talked to me in Tamil, to my wife in Canarese and to the others in

the mixed dialect of Tamil- Malayalam. He blessed us by

the gift of a Sankhamala and Himself placed it on His own

photograph. He told me that my father had decided on a rite to

propitiate the Snake-God (Sarpasamskaram) at Bangalore on 25th

February, Thursday ('My day' He added), but He told me that he need

not perform it, since He had already wiped off the calamity it was

intended to avert and the sacrilege it was designed to atone " .

 

" He took some light refreshment. Then, He told the persons around Him

that all will be anxiously awaiting Him at Kalahasti. So, he took

leave of us and asking, us not to follow Him, went through the gate.

He disappeared in a few seconds. We all felt happy at this unexpected

Darshan and were struck by the 'disappearing miracle', within the

twinkling of an eye " .

 

Nor was this all. There are a few more paragraphs in the letter,

which prof. Kasturi quotes : " 24th December, Thursday, was a holiday;

we felt lonely since our Sailaja was away at Mangalore. So we went

out in the afternoon to visit some friends and returned home at 6.30

P.M. We were shocked to see the lights burning within the house. My

wife asked me whether I had forgotten to switch off all the lights. I

first examined the lock of the main door and finding it intact, went

round the house to see whether the other doors were bolted from

within. They were o.k. Then, both of us came to the front door,

opened the lock and walked in. We found everything intact; all the

lights were on. We saw Baba sitting in our Prayer room. We prostrated

ourselves at His feet. He asked us (in Kannada) whether we were

afraid ! We replied that we were very lucky and that we felt very

happy! Baba -said that He had come because we were lonely and

said. 'Let us sing Bhajans. If Sailaja were here, she would

have liked to sing', He said. He sang a few Bhajans. He took food

later, we discussed some general topics together. Then, Baba retired

for the night.

 

Early next morning, Baba had His Bath; He had coffee with us and

then, discoursed on Bhakthi and the Basic Truth of Nature. All of a

sudden, we saw a rosary of Rudraksha beads in His hand; He put it on

my neck with His Blessings, with the direction that I should wear it

during my Sandhya rites. After those rites, I was to place it on

Baba's photograph. We had breakfast together. The Puja room was

decorated specially with garlands and flowers. Bhajan began.

Meanwhile, devotees came to know that Baba had come; so they too

assembled for Bhajan. Baba discoursed on Bhakthi in the Tamil-

Malaylam dialect. He granted every one the coveted interview.

 

At 12 noon, Baba himself waved the Sacred light of Mangalarathi and

distributed Prasadam, to every one present. The quarter kilogram of

dates that I had, sufficed for 100 persons ! We had our lunch with

Baba. He rested for a couple of hours and we had 'tea' at 4-30 P.M.

Then He told us that several devotees were eagerly waiting for Him at

Kalahasti. He blessed us again, when we fell at His Feet. At 5 P.M.,

He went out on the road through the gate and suddenly disappeared.

what a wonderful miracle ! We could not believe our own eyes

 

Source:http://www.srisathyasai.org.in/pages/bhagawan/miracles/One.htm

 

Lame hand

" Naa Cheyi Baaga ayyindi "

 

When I was working, unofficially as sub Editor of Telugu Sanathana

Sarathi, I came across a lady who had an experience - a miracle - to

narrate. However, as per the then practice, such miracles were not to

be mentioned in the Sanathana Sarathi. However, a friend of mine, Sri

Krishna Mohan Raju, who heard of this miracle, investigated the same

personally and wrote an article, published in his monthly magazine -

Sri Vani, in Telugu. Here is the narrative, in brief: -

 

Janapati Lakshmi, a resident of Piduguralla village of Guntur

district of Andhra Pradesh was married at an early age of 12, but due

to some high fever, her left hand became paralyzed, weak and twisted.

Due to this handicap, her husband did not take her at all. God,

however, had bestowed her with a melodi & shy;ous voice and she used to

sing Annamayya Kirtans and Bhajans to eke out her livelihood,

supporting her mother as well. Even to tie her own sari was a

difficult task for her. Because of this handi & shy;cap she was nick

named as " Kunti Lakshmi " or " Lame Lakshmi " in the nearby villages.

 

As per some well-meaning people, they advised her to get the defect

set right in Vellore and she set about collect & shy;ing funds for her

journey and surgery. When this was accomplished, she set about for

the journey, escorted by her music teacher. When they reached

Vijayawada, by bus, all of a sudden, after seeing the bus for

Puttaparthi, she changed her plans and requested her guide and

teacher to travel to Puttaparthi first and then proceed to Vellore

after having Swami's Darshan. Accordingly when they reached

Puttaparthi, at the bus stand it & shy;self, they learnt that Swarni

was at Brindavan. As per advice of some local residents, they went to

Brindavan to have Swami's Darshan. By a stroke of luck (or is it

Swami's Grace!) she was seated in the second row, behind a lady who

was awaiting Swami.s blessings on her birth & shy;day. When Swami came

near the lady, Lakshmi touched the Lotus Feet with her right hand and

then wanted her left hand also to touch the Lotus Feet. With great

trepidation she extended her left hand and touched His Feet and lo

and behold! Her left hand became perfectly all right and straight.

Joyously she cried out in Telugu " Naa Cheyi Baaga ayyindi " meaning,

my hand has become alright. Swami smiled and graciously went off but

other ladies nearby asked her to keep quiet, as she was shedding

tears of joy and repeating the sentence - my hand has become alright.

This was on 12th April 1990- after paralysis of seventeen years.

 

Thereafter, abandoning her plan to visit Vellore, she returned to

Puttaparthi. narrated her experience to a few here and returned to

her village. All people of the Piduguralla village who came to know

of the miracle were exhilarated and happy to note that " Kunti

Lakshmi " or " Lame Lakshmi " had her hand perfectly restored. In one

voice, they proclaimed that only God could do such miracles and Sai

Baba was God. This episode is a thing of joy to (heists and a puzzle

to atheists and rationalists but to the people of that village Sai

Baba is God.

sourced: SAI SPANDAN - Journal of SSSIHMS Prasanthi Gram - Third Issue

 

Resurrection of Walter Cowan

John Hislop writes in his book " My Baba and I "

 

Walter died in his room at the Connemara Hotel in Madras. He and his

wife, Elsie, had arrived there on December 23, 1971 to see Baba, who

himself was in Madras to preside at an All-India Conference of Sai

Organizations.

 

Early on the morning of December 25, a rumour quickly spread that an

elderly American had died of a heart attack. My wife, Victoria and I

immediately thought of Walter. We went to the hotel and found Elsie

there. Walter had fallen to the floor in the very early morning

hours. Elsie had called Mrs. Ratanlal whose room was just down the

corridor. The two women managed to lift Walter to the bed, and he

passed away in Elsie's arms a few minutes later. An ambulance was

called, the body was taken to a hospital, pronounced dead upon

arrival, placed in an empty, storage room, and covered with a sheet

to await daylight and decisions about the funeral.

 

Elsie and Mrs. Ratanlal had already been to see Baba when we arrived.

He had told them he would visit the hospital at 10 a.m. The two

ladies were ready and waiting to join Baba at the appointed hour.

They did go to the hospital, but Baba had arrived earlier and had

already departed. To the joy of the ladies, but also to their total

amazement, they found Walter alive and being attended to. Nobody

sawBaba with Walter, nor has Baba chosen to say how or why Walter was

resurrected, but on returning to the devotee family who were his

hosts, Baba told the people there that he had brought Walter back to

life.

 

Walter's own story throws some light on what happened, and later on,

I was a party to a fascinating episode; for Walter's life continued

to be in danger and, in fact, Baba told me that Walter died three

times and had to be returned to life three times.

 

Walter described his experience. He said he realized that he had died

and that he had remained with the body, in the ambulance, looking at

it with interest. Then Baba came and together they went to a place,

which seemed to be at a great height. There they entered a conference

room where people were seated around a table. There was a presiding

chairman who had a kind face and who spoke in a kindly way. He called

for Walter's records and these were read aloud. The records were in

different languages and Walter did not understand what was said until

after some time when Baba started to translate. Walter was surprised

to hear that he had occupied a lofty status in various times and

cultures and had always been dedicated to the welfare of the people.

At length, Baba addressed the person presiding and asked that Walter

be given over to Baba's care, for Baba had work for Walter to do.

Then, when Baba and he departed the room, Walter felt himself

descending towards a place where his body

was, but felt great reluctance. In terms of direct experience, he

had realized that he was not the body, and he had no wish to be

subject again to anxieties and miseries.

 

After hearing Walter, I asked Baba if Walter was just imagining the

incidents. Baba replied that it was not imagination. The events were

real. They had occurred in Walter's mind and Baba himself had guided

the thoughts. I then asked if everyone had a similar experience at

death. Baba answered that some people had similar experiences and

some did not. Several years later, I brought up the question again.

Baba answered that the corpse was common to all, but beyond that

there was no common experience.

 

The day after Walter returned to life was one of high interest for

me. Sri Appa and I accompanied Baba to the home of a devotee. From

there we went to a meeting of lady members of the Nigara Sai Samiti

where Baba was to give awards and speak. Sri Appa and I were sitting

on the platform, just a few feet from Baba, and were able to observe

him closely. He made the awards and gave a spiritual discourse, all

without any break or any moment of hesitation. From that meeting, we

were to go to the home of a devotee for lunch. As soon as we got in

the car, Baba turned to us and said, " While I was talking in the

meeting, Mrs. Cowan called me. I at once went to the hospital and did

what was necessary. Mr. Cowan's health had taken a bad turn for the

worse. "

 

So, even while busy on the speaker's platform, Baba had gone to the

hospital, and had done what was necessary. But, to the eyes of Sri

Appa and myself, Baba had continued in action and speech on the

platform for the whole time without any break or hesitation

whatsoever. How does one explain this mystery?

 

When we arrived at the devotee's house for lunch, Baba turned to us

and said, " You will not be able to join me for lunch. Take this

vibhuti to the hospital, give Mr. Cowan some in his mouth and rub the

rest on his forehead and chest. If you will walk to the corner there,

you will find Mrs. Hislop in a taxi. She will take you to the

hospital. "

 

Now the fact was, that my wife had been following in a car. How ever,

she had taken great pains to stay out of sight, but her effort was to

no avail for, as usual, Baba knew everything. When we reached the

hospital with the vibhuti, Mrs. Cowan said, " Walter took a very bad

turn just a little while ago. I thought he was dead, and I was

terrified. I at once called Baba in a loud voice. Now, Walter seems a

little improved. When I called Baba I felt his presence at once. " At

the hospital, Elsie experienced exactly what Baba had told Sri Appa

and myself in the car.

 

Other instances of Baba's powers of resurrection are known to other

devotees. The Raja of Ventagiri told me of his experience when, some

twenty or so years ago, he witnessed Baba's resurrection of a man

dead some six days in whom body decomposition was taking its normal

course. About these mysteries, one can make no comment; they are

outside the customary human experience.

 

The Glimpse He Granted

 

It was a bright sunny morning. We had all just settled on the portico

for Swami's Darshan. The rustle of His robe and the sweet fragrance

announced His Divine Presence. To my delight I was called for an

interview with my parents.

 

I was a most badly behaved boy indulging in 'Modern' behavioral

attitudes. I would like to admit that the entire family believed in

Swami, except me. When we came to Prasanthi Nilayam in 1980, my

brother got admission in the Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher

Learning and we got Swami's grace for the first time. Swami poured

his love on us. Even then, my natural instincts turned lovingly

towards the enchanting Person but my weaknesses and worldly habits

turned me away from Him. I lacked the moral fibre to transform

myself. I was scared that He would reveal my nefarious doings. In

fact, I loved and dreaded Swami's Interview. In fact I wanted to get

away from Puttaparthi and I wanted to avoid joining Swami's School.

But Swami's infinite mercy and grace did not throw me into the jaws

of the world.

 

I went inside with bated breath and beating heart. As usual groups of

devotees were taken in by Bhagavan, into the inner interview room. I

was relieved when our turn was over and Swami moved to distribute

Vibhuti packets. Suddenly He halted. The expression on His

countenance changed from motherly Love to fatherly sternness. He

beckoned me back into the inner interview room, alone!

 

My hands would not stop shaking and my heartbeat raced beyond the

range of my E.C.G. scale. He was already seated and commanded me to

sit at His Feet. I sweated profusely. Then He asked me a

question, " Tell me! Do you believe in Swami or not? " (By now it had

become a choice between wanting to believe in Swami or not). He then

gave me an undeniable and incredible proof of His omnipresence, of

which even my own mother did not know. He told me how, utilizing my

pocket money, I had gone to a Hindi movie, instead of attending

school. He even told me the name of the film I had gone to, the name

of the friend with whom I had gone, a Sarabjit Singh and even the

amount of money I spent on 'Samosas' during the interval, which was

incidentally Rs. 10/?. This revelation jolted me into the realization

of my aimless derogatory living and opened new vistas of a happy,

joyful life, in which I have made and am making sincere efforts to

transform myself.

 

—B. Dutt, II B.Sc.(1987), Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning

http://www.radiosai.org/Journals/Vol_02/11June01/05

 

 

 

" The Cave of Vasishta "

 

The twenty-sixth of July, 1957, was full of pleasant memories for the

devotees and the residents of Sivanand ashram, for Baba boarded a bus

and proceeded along the bank of the Ganges to a palace of the Rani of

Garhwal for a quiet morning.

 

On the way back Baba stopped the bus at a place where a thin little

iron post carried a half-distinct nameplate reading " The Cave of

Vasishta " (Guru of Rama). He descended the rather precipitous incline

to the river bank as if he had been there often before, and as if he

were aware of a prearranged engagement with the occupant of the cave.

The Ganges curves widely near the cave, and so the scenery was doubly

attractive. The cave bears a hallowed name; it has been sanctified by

the austerities performed therein by many great recluses and monks in

the past. Swami Purushotamananda, a disciple of Swami Brahamananda of

the Ramakrishna order, had been initiated into monastic life by

Mahapurushji, another direct disciple of Sri Ramakrishna. The Swami

had been in the cave for thirty years. he welcomed Baba as if

expecting him. He was more than seventy years old and had spent the

major part of his life in asceticism of a most rigorous kind and in

the study of the scriptures. His face had the

genuine glow of spiritual joy and the slightest mention of the glory

of the Godhead sent him into samadhi, the depths of inner bliss. When

a young man of twenty-seven, Brahamanandaji had read his palm at

Kanyakumari and predicted that he would go into a cave for continuous

meditation.

 

Baba repeated the visit the next evening in spite of a thunderous sky

and the grumbling of those who accompanied him, but both ceased by

his grace. Baba sang a number of songs while at the cave. Hearing

that the Swami had been suffering from chronic stomach-ache for many

years, Baba " took " some candy from nowhere and gave it to him with

instructions about diet.

 

More mysterious and significant was the Vision that he gave to Swami

Purushotamananda that evening. As early as 1918, the Swami had

written to his Master, " All is false and I cannot rest satisfied

until and unless I come face to face with Truth! " After sending

everyone outside the cave, Baba and the sage went into the inner

room. Sri Subbaramiah, President of the Divine Life Society at

Venkatagiri, describes what he was able to see from outside the

cave: " Even now that picture is imprinted in my memory. I was

standing near the entrance to the cave. I could see what was

happening through a chink in the door. Baba placed his head on the

lap of Swami Purushotamananda and lay himself down. Suddenly his

entire body was bathed in divine brilliance. His head and face

appeared to me to have increased very much in size. Rays of splendor

emanated from his face. I was overwhelmed with a strange inexplicable

joy. " When later asked to divulge the nature of the vision, Baba

informed us that it was

a vision of the darshan of Padmanabha as installed, since childhood,

in his heart. " It was Jyothirpadmanabha " . He said Jyothi meaning

Light.

 

After a minute or two, Baba rose and sitting by the side of the

septuagenarian, called him by name and slowly brought him into the

consciousness of space and time. Baba sang a song on Rama, composed

by Thyagaraja and when he concluded, he waved his hand and

materialised from the air a rosary of sparkling sphatika beads for

Purushotamananda.

 

Five years later when the Swami left his body behind and merged in

that Truth, Baba announced his departure to me at Puttaparthi

(thousands of miles away). It was a few minutes after the emergence

of the Lingam from Baba's stomach where it grew for days. It was

Mahashivarathri; Baba told me that Swami's body will be buried with

the Sphatika Rosary on the chest. (It was!)

 

The incidents at Vasishtha cave were literally mind-blowing. When we

were allowed in, we hung on every word that Baba uttered and gathered

every signal of adoration that emanated from the aged monk - the

rising eye-brow, the twinkling eye, the smothered gasp, the folded

palm, the smile that shone atop the beard. Baba told him of his early

trials at the cave, of his struggles to light a fire and of his

amazement, one morning, to find a package of match boxes hiding in a

corner. Baba confirmed " I placed it there for you " . The monk sat up

at this surprising revelation. The attendant monks explained that for

many years they were using fire-stones to get the spark which they

would nourish, feed and foster into flame. They too were aghast at

the discovery, that Baba was aware of their Guru, of his travails and

his needs. " He knows all: He is all " they exclaimed. Man has no means

to identify what cannot be accounted for, explained or measured. He

can only sit silent, dumbfounded in deep

dismay.

 

Source: N. Kasturi-Sathyam, Shivam, Sundaram

 

With Sai love from

Swamy mahadevan