Dr. Bose’s Death In Swami’s Presence

Swami Sathya Sai Baba

Swami Sathya Sai Baba


Dr. Bose’s death in Swami’s Presence

Brig S.K. Bose and his story how Sathya Sai Baba saved him while a discourse was in session.

Let me share with you one fascinating story of Brigadier S.K. Bose, who after retirement from service as commandant of the college of military engineering Pune dedicated himself wholly to serve Sri Sathya Sai Baba and humanity in general.

Even at the age of 80 years, he remained busy in constructions works of educational interest under Saibaba in the Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning – deemed University. I had good fortune of meeting Dr. Bose on the veranda and he invited me to visit his room.

He gave me his recently published book and I wish to share with you, his story when he died in the presence of Swami during a discourse and how Swami saved him.

One day Sai Baba returned from Brindavan ten days before the commencement of the Navaratri festival. Dr Bose describe that on the morning of Dams day, he got fever continuously but on morning of Dams day, the fever disappeared, and he could feel the strength to go to Poorn Chandra hall to witness the ceremony…

As he was seated on a chair next to the dias on which Purna Ahuti was offered by SaiBaba, casting sacred things and jewels to the fire of the homa, Swami started his divine discourse on Vijay Dasami. Dr Bose his eyes & ears were listening to His discourse. Suddenly Dr Bose felt UN-easy and felt complete lifelessness.

Swami saw this as what happened to him… He stopped his discourse and made several gestures by both hands in the air, as if He were driving away something hovering in the air above him. In my dead body I could see, my body lying there and some thing Hovering in the air. Then I saw huge bird floating over me, some six feet high from my level. The majestic bird was golden brown with a white streak at the neck. It was looking at me kindly and I too looked at this huge bird in the midst of dussera celebration and why he had come???

Suddenly the bird disappeared and I could see what was happening to my life-less life, body removed from the chair (where I had been seated) by two seva dal volunteers who placed the body on the aisle between the front row of chairs and first row of devotees sitting on the floor. Among them was Mr. Richards an American devotee permanently settled at Prashanti Nilayam.

He said he could see Dr. Chari the head of Sai hospital and Dr. Patel an old devotee rushing to the body and examining it meticulously. Meanwhile Swami had switched off the mike on the podium, where he had just begun His divine discourse on Vijaya Dasami.

I Saw Dr. Patel signal to Swami and there was not a trace of life in the body. Swami moved in trice from the stage to the body in the aisle. His right fist was closed. I was not aware of Swami’s actions. I report from what Mr. Richards later told me. The Subtle body which had come out, was what probably Swami held in His right fist and His free left hand He raised the shoulder of the life-less body some 2 feet high and gave a trust at the back of the skull. Then with His right hand inserted the subtle body into it. I at once opened my eyes and beamed, My first reaction…

On this auspicious Vijay Day, Swami standing close to me, I tried to lift my right hand to take padnaskar. Swami said Bose get up. I obeyed and sat with folded hands full of joy. The Swami made another thrust with His right hand on my shoulder charging me with energy (Shakti). He said stand up which immediately did. As He left the aisle for the podium on the stage to continue his Dussera discourse. He said, go up the steps of the stage and sit near the window. Without any aid I crossed the 25 feet of the aisle and climbed 5 large wooden steps to reach the stage. My wife and daughter were on the ladies side and were unaware of this high drama.

Dr Bose concluded he had felt no agony or pain in dying so peacefully on Dussera day 1988. Swami had brought me back to life. After the completion of His discourse. Dr Bose could return home at south Prasanti SA safe and healthy.

However high a bird may soar, it has sooner or later to perch on a tree top, to enjoy quiet. So too a day will come when even the most haughty, the most willful, the most unbelieving , even those who assert that there is no joy or peace in the contemplation of the Highest self, will have to pray “God grant me peace, grant me consolation, strength and joy”.

JAI SAI RAM.

Sathya SaiBaba – Test My Omnipresence

Sri Sathya Sai Baba

Sri Sathya Sai Baba


Sathya SaiBaba – Test My Omnipresence

Once, when my husband was on a tour – he had to tour the whole of Madhya Pradesh – my son became very ill, and had 103-104 degrees fever for 5 days! One doctor came and saw him, and at first he thought that it was malaria, and then he said it was influenza; he couldn’t find the precise cause. So he went on treating, but my son didn’t respond to any medicine!

Then, on the 4th day, he came and told me, “I suspect it could be typhoid.”

My son was maybe 5 or 6 years old, and his fever was not coming down at all! He became delirious! His brain was a muddle. He could not recognize people; he didn’t know what was happening. He would say all sorts of irrelevant things! He didn’t recognize I was his mother; he just looked at me and was running away from the bed and was babbling! I was trying to put him into bed, but he wanted to run! I was worried and wondered what had happened to him!

Then immediately, Sathya Sai Baba‘s thought came in my mind: ‘I told you to test My Omnipresence! Now is the time for you to test! Go and pray to me.’ Not that I heard a Voice or something; it just came into my own mind. I told the maid to somehow manage and look after the child, and I will just go and pray, and return.

So I went to my shrine – it was 9 o’clock – and I talked to Swami:

“Swami, You said to test Your Omnipresence. Today I need Your Omnipresence, because this child is behaving so queerly! I can’t even understand what is happening! I want your help! You must fulfill 3 conditions of mine! One, when I go back now, he should be fast asleep; he shouldn’t be running and saying all sorts of things! Then I will know you are Omnipresent. The 2nd is, when I get up in the morning, and when I check his temperature, it should be normal – exactly 98.4 – I will not even accept a 99! The temperature usually goes up again in the afternoon. So when I will test again in the afternoon, and in the evening, it should be continuously 98.4! He should be absolutely normal in every sense! Then I will believe you have helped him.”

Swami had told us that to contact Him, you have to do japa, chant His Name. He is hridayavaasi, the Indweller and He is listening not just to me, but everybody else too, because He is within everybody. So the message will reach Him.

Then I got up and returned to the bedroom, and I found him fast asleep! Then I asked my maid: “When did he go to sleep?” She said: “Amma, a few minutes after you went, he went off to sleep.” And in the morning too, he got up very normal! None of that babbling was there! He recognized me as he has always been! I took his temperature in the afternoon and evening – it was 98.4! What more did I need?

Apparently at that time, Sathya Sai Baba was in Venkatagiri, with the Maharaja of Venkatagiri and He was talking to them at 9 o’clock. He used to stay with Venkatagiri and Kumara Raja (the King’s son) during the festival of Sri Rama Navami. Maharaja used to take Swami by car to Venkatagiri.

So at that time, when I prayed at 9 o’clock, Swami was talking to Maharaja of Venkatagiri, and He went into a trance! He just fell back and they couldn’t understand what happened!

When Sathya Sai Baba came around, they asked Him: “Swami, what happened?” They had heard about HIS trance but had not witnessed one till then. So they asked Him: “Was it a trance? Did you go anywhere?” Swami confirmed this.

A Muslim Has His Doubts Dispelled

Sri Sathya Sai

Sri Sathya Sai


A Muslim Has His Doubts Dispelled

Prof. Abdul Razaak Banurao Korbu was a reputed teacher of Law whose desire to teach in Bhagawan’s institute as a visiting professor was fulfilled by Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba Himself by handpicking his application form from a heap of applications.

Bhagawan had not spoken to him even one word in the first year of his service at the institute. One evening during darshan, Bhagawan walked straight to him; Korbu touched His feet with tears in his eyes. Bhagawan asked him, “How are you, sir?” “I am alright, Baba! Now…” Before Korbu could complete the sentence, Bhagawan interjected, “I know, I will see you later.” On that Sunday evening, after the darshan rounds, Bhagawan walked up to Korbu in the mandir verandah and asked him, “What is your first name, sir?”

“Abdul Razaak, Swami”

“What is the meaning of Abdul?”

“It means a devotee, Baba”

“What is the meaning of Razaak?”

Korbu could only fumble. Bhagawan Himself said, “Razaak means Allah. What is the meaning of Allah?”

“God, Baba”

“That is not quite correct. Allah means “all high” or “above all”; that is also the meaning of Parameshwar – Param Ishwar. There is no difference. Allah and Parameshwar are one. He has manifested Himself as this vishwa.”

Korbu’s mind went blank with joy. Then, Bhagawan called him into the interview room. Korbu broke down when he was all alone with the Guardian for the first time. Bhagawan established complete rapport with him instantly, saying, “Sit comfortably and do not cry. Why fear when I am here! You are Abdul! – My Abdul, and I am your Razaak; you know it well.”

The very next day during a second Interview, Bhagawan said, “I know that you have faith in Me, but you do not believe in My power to create objects, Isn’t it so?”

Startled at Bhagawan’s revelation, Prof. Korbu instantly understood that this had been a question mark in his mind for almost five years.

“Forgive me, Baba. What You have said is correct” was the Professor’s reply.

“Your lack of faith in My power to materialise is genuine. I like your frankness and love you. It is good that you do not take anything for granted. Now, you can ask Me for anything and I shall give it to you here and now! Take your time, think and ask for anything you desire.”

After thinking for a while, knowing that there were very few Muslims among His devotees, he decided to ask Him, ‘Baba, please give me such an object which embodies in it the entire universe and also any symbol of my religion marked on it!’

Baba smiled sweetly and said, “Abdul, do you think you have placed an impossible request before Me?” “Look at My palm. Do you see anything there? There is nothing either in it or behind it. You can verify it for yourself.” He turned His palm upside down; the sleeve of His robe was above the elbow. Professor who dared not touch His hand; but, Bhagawan caught his palm forcefully and moved it around His palm and hand. After that, He said, “Abdul, keep on looking at the centre of My palm for some time.”

As he gaped at His palm, within a few seconds, the skin in the centre of the palm opened out and he could see a round large object coming out of it. Soon the skin became normal as before and there was a shining ring, which dropped on the floor.

It had a crescent moon and star engraved in gold. Not understanding anything, the Professor pleaded Bhagawan to explain…

Bhagawan laughed and said. “You are only born as a Muslim, but you do not know anything about Islam!” Bhagawan further explained, “I have made this gold ring in ashtakonas (octogon) embedded in navarathnas (nine precious gems); both of them represent the universe. In the middle of the Navarathnas I have put the Islamic symbol of the crescent and the star in emeralds, which are green in colour. The green stones also stand for your religion. Now, I will put this ring on the fourth finger of your left hand since your right hand finger is disfigured.”

Surprised, he looked at the disfigured fingers of his right hand. Bhagawan slipped the heavy shining ring on his finger; it was a perfect fit. Only after coming out of the mandir, the professor came to know from an American Muslim devotee, who had a look at the ring, that the word ‘Allah’ was inscribed in Arabic language, at the centre of the green emerald stone!

Unusual Ring Materialized By Sathya Sai Baba

Unusual Ring Materialized By Sathya Sai Baba


(Compiled from Sathyam Sivam Sundaram Vol. 5)

Reference

How Sathya Sai Baba Would Cause Vibhuti To Flow From An Empty Vessel

Sathya Sai Baba Preparing For Vibuthi Abhishekam

Sathya Sai Baba Preparing For Vibuthi Abhishekam


How Sathya Sai Baba Would Cause Vibhuti To Flow From An Empty Vessel

‘Vibhuti Abhishekam’, the worship of the silver idol of Shirdi Sai Baba with Vibhuti was one of the events associated with the Shivaratri festival. This abhishekam used to be performed by Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba Himself. Howard Murphet, who witnessed this astounding spectacle during the Shivaratri celebrations in February 1966 describes it in his book, “Sai Baba – The Man of Miracles”:

On the stage is a large silver statue of Sai Baba of Shirdi in His characteristic sitting posture. Mr. Kasturi takes up a small wooden urn, about a foot in height, and filled with Vibhuti. This he holds above the head of the silver statue, and lets the ash pour over the figure until the urn is empty. He shakes it well to make sure that the last grains have fallen out, then continues to hold it above the statue with its open top downwards.

Now Sai Baba thrusts His arm as far as the elbow into the vessel and makes a churning motion with His arm, as women did when making butter in the old days. Immediately the ash begins to flow again from the vessel and continues to do so in a copious stream until He takes His arm out. Then, the flow of ash stops.

Next He puts His other arm in and twirls that around. The ash streams out over the statue again. This process goes on, Baba using alternate arms, ash pouring from the empty vessel while His hand is in it, and stopping as soon as He takes it out. Finally Shirdi Sai is buried in a great mound of ash – much more than the vessel could possibly have held.

Now the urn is placed on the floor: the miraculous, ceremonial ash bath is over. There is a joyous, elevated atmosphere all around; Mr. Kasturi’s face is more radiant than ever, Baba’s movements and manner are the acme of unselfconscious grace. It’s all wonderful, yet having watched Him pull handfuls of ash out of the empty air I am not so greatly surprised to see Him stir it in large quantities from an empty pot.

Reference: “Sai Baba: Man of Miracles” by Mr. Howard Murphet. Page: 42-43 (Paperback Edition). Published by Macmillan India Ltd, 1972.

How Sathya Sai Baba Extended The Life Of Sri Seshagiri Rao

Sri Sathya Sai

Sri Sathya Sai


How Sathya Sai Baba Extended The Life Of Sri Seshagiri Rao

Prof. N Kasturi in “Sathyam Shivam Sundaram” narrates this thrilling experience of Sri Seshagiri Rao, who served as the priest at the Mandir in Prasanthi Nilayam:

Seshagiri Rao, who tended the shrine at the Old Mandir and later at the Nilayam for full 14 years had been injured by a fall and was in the throes of death. He was declaring aloud with his last breath the amazing Truth (enshrined in the Isavasya Upanishad) which no one except sages recall at the moment of mortal crisis: “This body composed of the five elements is disintegrating into its components; I am being liberated!” I stood by admiring and envying the old man. “What great good fortune, to pass into the beyond with these words on one’s lips!” I told myself.

Suddenly, Sathya Sai Baba appeared in the room, as someone had informed Him of the approaching demise of His trusted servitor. Baba chided Seshagiri Rao in firm tones. He said, “How dare you start on this journey, without taking a ticket from Me? Come down; do the task allotted to you. I order you to come to the Prayer Hall this noon and carry on with Arathi, as usual.” We stood aghast at this ‘unkindness’, but who are we to pit our judgement against the All-knowing One? Seshagiri Rao obeyed the order; he attended Bhajan and went through the allotted schedule of work.

Six months later, he fell ill, seriously ill and was admitted to the Sathya Sai Hospital; his condition worsened. His mental faculties began to fail, he lost all disgust for dirt and it saddened everyone that a faithful servant of God should suffer so. His brother came from Bangalore and prayed to Sathya Sai Baba that he may be allowed to take him to the Victoria Hospital where he could be given personal attention by his son and his nephews, who were employed there.

But, Baba said, “Do not worry at his present plight. I am allowing him to work out the suffering he has to undergo. After this, he has the chance to die peacefully and quite happily. Otherwise, I could have despatched him months ago, when he had a fall.” And, it happened so.

A month passed. Seshagiri Rao recovered quite mysteriously. The sun shone around him in his apartment. He spent six weeks of bliss, doing his chores. Then he started to decline and took to his bed. His son was by his side, tending him lovingly.

One evening, SaiBaba went into Seshagiri Rao’s room. I had the privilege of going with Him. He asked me to bring a cup of hot milk. Spoon by spoon, He fed him the entire cup, calling on him by name and telling him that it was his Baba that was feeding him! Then, He rose and moved; turning back at the door, He looked at him and said, “Now you can go!” And, Seshagiri Rao obeyed, within an hour! Baba knew when he had to come down and when he had to “go”. We can only watch and pray, only stand agape at the wonder and the meaningful “waywardness” of the wind of Grace.

Reference: “Sathyam Shivam Sundaram”, Vol-II by Prof. N. Kasturi. Page: 224-225. (Chapter: ‘Signs and Wonders’). Published by Sri Sathya Sai Books and Publications Trust, Prasanthi Nilayam.

How Sathya Sai Baba Suffered For A Devotee’s Sake

How Sathya Sai Baba Suffered For A Devotee’s Sake

In the December of 1970, Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba travelled to Panaji, the capital city of Goa stopping enroute in the town of Dharwar in Karnataka. In Panaji, a strange and mysterious turn of events took place, which afforded His devotees another glimpse into His Divine nature. In fact, just prior to this incident, Prof. N. Kasturi, Bhagawan’s biographer, was to start for Sri Lanka, as Swami had blessed him earlier to address the Sai Centres there. But, all of a sudden, Bhagawan commanded him to cancel his visit and accompany Him to Goa instead.

For what happened next, over to Prof. Kasturi:

Sathya Sai Baba

Sathya Sai Baba


At noon the next day, I accompanied Baba on a circuitous journey to Goa. The three cars moved towards Jog Falls. As usual, while leaving Brindavan, devotees lined up on both sides of the road, anxious to get a glimpse of Baba and to see the Hand waving to them.

It was a Fiat 1500 in which Baba, Mr. N.D.M. Appah, Chairman, Mysore State Electricity Board, and myself were traveling. The road was stony and rough, so the drive was full of jerks and bumps – this caused Baba to reprimand the driver for not being circumspect enough. “You do not know how much pain I get in the abdomen when it bumps,” He said. We wondered why Baba who withstood worse roads better, was insisting on slow driving that day….

When the cars reached Goa, it was night. The stars came forth; they came with us, every yard of the road, keeping pace. When the border of Goa was reached, the Lt. Governor of Goa, Sri Nakul Sen, received Baba and let us into a rest house, where china gleamed in the shelves by the wall and geraniums glistened on the window sills. We had coffee; from then on Baba sat in the state car, with the head of the state.

Hurrying around the rambling roads, towards Panaji (the capital of Goa), the cars finally arrived at Raj Nivas, the Palace of the Governors-General of the “Portuguese Possessions in India and the Far East” for many centuries, but now, the official residence of the Lt. Governor. The time was 9.15 p.m. We had motored 385 miles, since morning, over good and bad roads, but Baba as fresh as a lily when He hastened up the red-carpeted flight of steps to the flower-decked apartments, set aside for His stay. Very soon, Baba presided over the dining table to which we were led by the Lt. Governor. He watched with amusement the contingent of waiters, and the beautiful chinaware, which the Portuguese had brought from Macao.

Though Mrs. Sen made bold to remind Him of His duty to Himself, He did not eat anything. He appeared to be anxious to send every one to bed. “Go, go! You are all very much exhausted,” He insisted. I protested that traveling with Him can never exhaust anyone, but He repeated that I was really in immediate need of rest. When we rose Mrs. Sen was informed by Baba that coffee be made ready for Him only at 8 a.m the next day! She knew that at Prasanthi Nilayam, He had His coffee at around 6 a.m., but despite appeals for revising the order, Baba gave instructions that it was to be brought only at 8 o’ clock.

Baba was alone in the suite reserved for Him. Nakul Sen pleaded for permission to be within call, but Baba sent Him away to his own room. We from Bangalore were in rooms on the ground floor.

About what occurred that night, Baba wrote later to Dr. S. Bhagavantham, in a letter I carried to him on the 12th December:

“On the night of the 7th, strange events happened. I could not lie in bed, I could not sit upon it, nor turn, from one side to another. Nor could I speak or call. I did not like to cause anxiety or trouble to anyone. So I kept silent, pretending that all was well with Me!”

Next morning when the Sens grew aware of the truth it became clear, why He had abstained from dinner, and postponed the coffee hour, wanting only to hurry away to bed! I too began to understand why He had come away from Dharwar, and why He had taken the driver to task. Obviously, He had been ‘ill’ when He started out from Dharwar!

Mrs. Sen felt that Raj Nivas was an ‘unlucky’ place since He had fallen ‘ill’ there, but Baba immediately corrected her. “No, it is a house of good luck! I brought the ‘illness’ with Me to Cabo, so that I could get rid of it here.”

By daybreak on the 8th, Baba appeared to be in great pain and Nakul Sen called in doctors from the Medical College at Goa, and some leading physicians of the City. Soon an imposing medical team surrounded the sick bed; their report read as follows, “history of pain in right lower quadrant of the abdomen since 3 p.m. on the 7th December. To begin with, the pain was all over the abdomen, progressive in intensity; towards the night, it localized in the umbilical region, and the right lower quadrant. Had difficulty in extending the right lower limb. Pain is exaggerated by movement. 8th December morning, had nausea and fever.” No one could be definite about the illness; there were too many experts and Baba was amused at the clash of their conclusions. The Sens were aghast at the turn of events for, among other reasons, the local Sathya Sai Seva Samithi had announced, that He would deliver a discourse at the large Maidan in the heart of the city, at 5 p.m. that evening.

Meanwhile, pain, nausea and fever kept Baba in bed all day. Information came that 20,000 people crowded the Maidan, awaiting Baba; and half the number had come from far off villages. Baba endeavoured to rise and don fresh clothes to keep the appointment, and not disappoint thousands of people. But Cabo Raj Nivas had no lift; for reaching the Maidan, Baba would have had to get down 28 steps and walk up some distance in order to give Darshan to the people. And then, climb the 28th steps back to His room!

Baba directed me to tell the assembly to disperse quietly, and to assure them that He will be addressing them in a few days at the same place. I was to tell them that He had taken over the illness of a devotee, for I had witnessed such instances of healing and saving in the past years.

At 8 o’clock that night, the doctors reported:

“Lying supine in bed, with legs drawn up. On examination, the right side of the abdomen not moving with respiration; abdomen tender on the right side, and the lower flank…, point of maximum tenderness in lower flank…, no rebound tenderness… guarding present over right lower quadrant, with rigidity of flank. Temperature 100o F; pulse 100 /m; respiration 16/m. Total blood count 22,000; neutrophils 88%. A diagnosis of acute paracolic appendicitis was made. Unwillingness for surgical intervention.”

Pressmen approached the doctors, anxious to report the reason for the postponement of the announced public meeting, alarmed at the news of the illness of the world-renowned personality. The doctors told them that Baba was suffering from an acute attack of appendicitis. This news was flashed all over India and spread through the early morning editions and the papers issued from Bombay, Delhi, Calcutta, Madras, Bangalore and Madurai.

Telegrams and telephone calls poured in from all over the country, praying and pleading, and denying – disbelieving, hoping, weeping and wailing. There were many offers to accept the ‘illness’ from Baba; some devotees said they would fast until Baba was free from the illness. Devotees having firm faith in His Divinity were convinced that just as the illness had been taken on miraculously, it would be thrown off miraculously, too.

The doctors told us Baba must be suffering excruciating pain, but He said, “I have taken it on upon Myself with Love and Love knows no pain!”

Ms. June Schuyler, a school teacher who was accompanying the party writes:

I had once asked Baba a question, and I now remembered His answer. ‘Baba, why did Jesus allow Himself to be crucified?’

‘Because the Great Ones never use spiritual power for themselves.’ Ah! Baba had not set the car right on Saturday night because it was not imperative for the good of someone other than Baba. “Baba! Baba!,” I exclaimed, “I adore you; I utterly love you. Imperfect as I am, I give my heart to you completely!”

Precisely at this very moment I became aware that Mr. Nakul Sen was motioning to Mrs. Rajagopalan, Indra Devi and myself to step inside the doorway of Baba’s room. I could not believe it was true. We crossed the threshold half expectant, fixing our eyes on the bedstead where the Master was suffering for His dear devotee. He was not there! He was standing before us, feeble and frail, with eyes full of love and mercy – charming in spite of it all.

He drew back the orange robe, and permitted us to touch those precious feet. The lovely feet were warm because of the fever. The beloved face was pale and etched with pain. The cheeks had been hollowed for want of sleep and refreshment. But He stood there for our sake. ‘Do not worry’, He said tenderly, in a soft, soothing voice, ‘It is a little upset, that is all,’ indicating the right side of the body.

‘Swami! accept what the doctors prescribe,’ we prayed. ‘What do the doctors know? What can they prescribe? I only want your Love’, He said, quietly, almost wistfully. He stepped out of the room into the adjacent drawing room where several others anxiously waited. He stood for a few minutes, looking languidly, lovingly, at them all, reassuring the timid and charging them with courage. Then He returned to the bed. None of us knew that the appendix was very near bursting point, and the doctors had said that He must not rise from his bed at any cost.

Later in Bombay, on Christmas Day, Baba referred to the “illness He had taken on at Goa” and the suffering it caused to many…

“The other day, a serious illness came upon this body in Goa. Many who are devoted to Me were plunged into anxiety and despair when they learnt of it. Illness can never afflict this Body. It cannot even approach it! If it should come sometime – believe this – it belongs to someone; not Myself. And it goes just as it came, of My free Will. I have no contact with it; I am not affected by it.”

On 9th December, the doctors decided to put tubes down the nose to relieve the hiccough, which was complicating matters, for taking the gas out of the stomach. They talked also of the urgent need that had arisen to puncture the lump and syringe off the pus from the abscess. It must indeed have given a terrible gash of pain for Baba, every time the hiccough pulled the muscle tight and affected the lump round the inflamed appendix! But eventually the doctors left the Raj Nivas with their tubes and bottles, as Baba refused to accept their proposals.

On the 10th, a Bhajan meeting had been announced at Government House, and word had gone round indicating that Baba would attend the meeting! Baba too said “Yes! Arrange it.” The doctors could not believe their ears. They did not foresee any possibility of a public appearance that day. There was doubt, wonder and amazement in the minds of various people, but a few of them were convinced that whatever He says will come to pass.

At tea time Mrs. Sen looked rather serious, as time was running out and already people were streaming towards the meeting place. Goa, which had been previously shocked by the news of the agonizing illness, was now jolted by the impact of such good news.

Baba’s condition may be described in His own words:

“The doctors were unanimous that an immediate operation was necessary, or they would not be held responsible for what might happen. They said the inflamed appendix had burst, and the pus had entered the blood – a situation that is fatal for all mortals!”

Baba had to move across His own room, across the drawing room, walk along the veranda, ascend a low step, get across to the doorstep of the hall which He had selected for Bhajan, traverse its length, reach the dais, climb two low steps – and finally sit upon the chair placed there. A total distance of 200 feet! A floral carpet stretched all this length.

Sri Nakul Sen spoke later during the Bhajan sessions.

“The doctors became panicky, and I could feel that they were absolutely against what Bhagawan had said to me. My sixth sense somehow assured me that Bhagawan was showing one of His Leelas in Goa and that through His Sankalpa (will) He would get rid of this trouble as quickly as He had assumed it.”

Dr. Varma, the chief of team of doctors came at about 4 p.m and finding a floral carpet covering a distance of 200 feet, protested that it was too long a walk. He suggested some short cuts through other doors and passages making the journey a distance of only 40 feet. He said, “The dais itself will have to go; let the chair be on the floor, for He cannot get up the steps however low they may be – and please, have the dais on the near side, not at the farthermost end of the hall.”

At 5 p.m. Baba was led into the bathroom, and twenty minutes later He came out of it, clean shaven, wearing a new robe! Fresh as a new blossomed rose.

When the doctors examined Him again, they could not locate any abscess, nor could they find any trace of big lump of flesh near it. The whole area of the appendix was as soft and as normal as it could be.

“Lo and behold!,” said Nakul Sen, in the speech he delivered as soon as Baba sat on the dais at 6 p.m., “Bhagawan walked from His bedroom to the dais, a distance of about 200 feet without any aid. He sat down erect on an office chair.”

Ms. June writes about that historic moment of ecstasy:

“Bhajan began, and my heart was pounding a joyous tune of expectancy. Love for Baba filled the hall. Ah! There He was, moving majestically down the hall, although He had required the assistance of two men all day. He now moved as if nothing had ever happened. His steps were as sure and graceful as ever. The cheeks which had been hollow when I last saw them were completely filled out. His Love flooded the hall. It was overpowering. He swung into the room, and when He saw someone leaning against the wall with a sick child beside him, the Hand began the familiar circular motion to create the cure.

Baba’s eyes which plumb the depths, His eyes which pour out love and compassion, His eyes which flash when he speaks of cruelty, falsehood, hypocrisy and injustice, eyes which can be full of quips, were as eloquent as ever. He took His place on the divan in front of the gathering and began keeping rhythm with the Bhajan being sung, with His head and hand. Mrs. Rajagopal whispered in my ear, “Look! Those eyes are more beautiful than ever. There is an ethereal expression, not of this world in them; a look of radiant joy and adoration.

Baba’s eyes caressed the gathering, which was watching Him without even a wink, apprehensive that the cure He had effected on Himself, might be only partial or temporary.”

Sri Nakul Sen was full of gratitude and wonder! While welcoming Baba, and introducing the gathering to Him as convention demanded, he said:

“Bhagawan lives in the inner recesses of the hearts of His devotees; there is nothing He would not do for them. He has simultaneously appeared in this Form at different places, to help His devotees in distress, or to save them from impending calamities, of which He alone has the precognition! Through His Sankalpa or Will, He has assumed the illness of His devotees and suffered it from them, because they would have succumbed to it, if left alone.

We have witnessed this now, a Leela which has greatly perplexed the medical experts of Goa. It leaves no doubt in our minds that there is nothing on this earth which is beyond Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba. His Leela is Adbhut – unprecedented; it is Romancha Kari – exhilarating; it is Madhumaya – sweet in memory; Mangalamayi – promoting the happiness and welfare of mankind; Manoharini – overpowering the mind and turning it to truth, beauty and goodness. It gives Ananda – bliss!…”

Nakul Sen concluded his descriptions of the ancient glories of Goa and its sacred contacts with Shiva, Rama, Krishna, and Parasurama, the Divine Avatars, with these words:

“No wonder the Lord decided to visit this ancient and sacred land again, in the form which He has assumed now, with the name of Sathya Sai Baba; He has loved Goa in His previous incarnations and Goa continues to be dear to Him even now.”

Baba spoke for over forty minutes with His usual emphasis and élan. The gathering listened spellbound, for it was a message of triumph, benevolence, and benediction.

The illness that had vanished an hour ago was still uppermost in the minds of all, and so, Baba spoke of the significance of its ‘entrance and exit’ and its place in the scheme of the Avatar’s activities.

“There are many who doubt the existence of God or deny Him, or dismiss the idea of God as a silly outworn superstition. To make them discard their conceit, the Divine, out of Its Innate Grace, reveals its superhuman glory. The doubters receive the reply without asking, the door is opened without even a knock; for those who deny will not knock at all. The ‘superstition’ will be illumined into divine status by a concrete experience, an indisputable fact.

The human body generates diseases as a result of faulty food or frivolous habits, or foolish rashness or fanatic emotions. The illness that was witnessed by you during the last two days was quite different. That was an illness taken over by Me, voluntarily put on, in order to save a victim who could not have survived it! His continued existence, in good health is desirable for the task dear to Me. Pouring Grace on the devout is one of the functions of the Avatar. The appendix was inflamed, it turned into an abscess which the doctors could cure only by removal… He could not have survived it, I know. I have come with this Body in order to save ‘other bodies’ from pain. This Body is ever free from pain. Disease can never affect it.

I had to go to the rescue of a person who had surrendered to Me – even his judgment. I took over his illness and went through it. It shall not recur again in him. You refer to this incident as a miracle, but remember – every breath is a proof of the Providence of God. Every event is the consequence of Divine Omnipotence.

Wherever you find truth, beauty, goodness, justice, wisdom, compassion – God is present, and active. An atheist denies God, with the very breath that God has given him! He closes the eyes that God has opened in Him, and declares that there he could see no God. Therefore, such amazing events have to be accomplished and made known to man everywhere, so that mankind can be saved from over-fond involvement with the world, and lovingly drawn towards the Master of the World.”

Reference: “Sathyam Shivam Sundaram” Vol – III by Prof. N Kasturi. Page: 227-246. Published by Sri Sathya Sai Books and Publications Trust, Prasanthi Nilayam.

How Smt. Shyamala Devi’s Nephew Was Saved From Death By Satya Sai Baba

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Sathya Sai Baba


How Smt. Shyamala Devi’s Nephew Was Saved From Death By Satya Sai Baba

Smt. I. Shyamala Devi is the daughter of late Sri Burgula Ramakrishna Rao, the former Chief Minister of the old Hyderabad State in 1950s and and later Governor of Uttar Pradesh and Kerala, India.

In 1980, Sathya Sai Baba saved the grandson of Mr. Burgula Ramakrishna Rao from imminent death. Smt. Shyamala Devi recounts this incident in the book, “Sathya Sai – The Avatar of Love”:

My brother, Burgula Lakshmi Narayana Rao, was blessed with a son on 29th May, 1980. On the very second day of his coming into the world, he was afflicted with some illness. He started crying incessantly from the second day afternoon onwards till midnight.

Two child specialists examined the baby; the baby had become pale and unconscious. Milk was given through the nostrils with the aid of a tube. Breathing stopped in between and doctors even had to revive the breath by artificial means. Gradually the baby turned blue in color due to frequent failures of breathing and the lengthy process of reviving. Seeing this, doctors came to the conclusion that it would be difficult for the baby to survive. They also pleaded their inability saying “Neither you nor we doctors can do anything”.

Swami’s Vibhuti was kept under the baby’s head and a little of it was applied on its chest. Doctors had come to the conclusion that there was nothing they could do except praying to God. On that very day, we learnt that Swami was going from Bangalore to Delhi via Hyderabad. The plane would stop for a brief period of about 40 minutes before leaving for Delhi. Arrangements were made and pandals erected near airport.

Devotees gathered there to have Darshan of Swami. Bhajans were being sung. Doctors who were attending on the baby themselves advised us to go and have the Darshan of Baba. Hanging between hope and despair, I along with my brother and mother (Smt. Anantha Lakshmi) went to the place where Swami was staying. Baba who was about to enter the room specially arranged for Him looked at us and inquired saying “Ananthalakshmamma, How is your grandson?”

My mother with full of tears in her eyes full of sorrow, pleaded “Swami ma Narayana Babu ku putra biksha pettandi. Na manuvadu mrithyu mukham lo unnadu. Bratike avaskasam ledu. Doctorlu kuda aasa vadulu kunnaru”. (Swami, save the life of my Narayana Babu’s son. My grand son is in the throes of death; there is no hope of his survival. Even the doctors have given up hope.)

Then Swami kept His hand on my mother’s head and blessed her saying “Your grandson has a full life span. He will become healthy.” With that assurance Swami left for the airport.

From the mood of despondency, we came back into this world. With anxious thoughts, we went to hospital fearing what kind of news was awaiting us. The doctors in the hospital reported that ever since we had gone to airport for Swami’s Darshan, the baby’s frequency of the stoppage of respiration had become lesser. Even the doctor’s hope was kindled. From then onwards the baby’s health improved gradually.

Now (1992) the boy is aged twelve years, quite healthy and is studying in the eight standard in Kendriya Vidyalaya. Swami himself had named the boy as “Sai Rama Krishna”. Baba had saved my grand son from the jaws of death. Later we had learnt that Swami told some of the devotees that he had instructed for the diversion of Delhi trip enroute Hyderabad, only to save the ailing grand son of Ramakrishana Rao.

Reference: “Sathya Sai – The Avatar of Love” Page: 69-70. Published by Sai Prasanthi Society, Hyderabad under the auspices of Sri Sathya Sai Seva Organisations, Andhra Pradesh on His 67th Birthday, 23rd November 1992.

How Sathya Sai Baba Cured The Cancer Of A Devout Christian

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How Sathya Sai Baba Cured The Cancer Of A Devout Christian

Prof. H.S. Bhat is an eminent Urologist and is hailed as the ‘Father of Urology’ in India. A distinguished surgeon with a long and rich experience in various hospitals in India and abroad, he has been serving in the Department of Urology at Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Medical Sciences, Prasanthigram since 1992. An ardent devotee of Sathya Sai Baba, he has had many experiences and witnessed many miracle cures. Below, he describes one of them concerning one of his close relatives:

My son-in-law’s mother is a devout Christian and the wife of a pastor. At the age of seventy six, she developed breast cancer. It was very advanced, ulcerated, and quite smelly. Without revealing her agony to anyone, she endured great pain and spent sleepless nights.

Baba not only told my son-in-law about his mother’s problem, but also gave him Vibhuti and a Lingam. Swami told my son-in-law to give both to his mother, and instructed that the lady be given everyday water first poured over the Lingam.

Although her religious beliefs did not tune her to Baba’s miracles, she agreed as a last resort to do what Baba had advised. Swami told Francis (my son-in-law) that He would help his mother to live happily despite the disease.

It was only a matter of weeks before the ulcer started healing and normal skin began to cover the lesion. The foul odour disappeared forthwith. Her appetite improved and her pain got markedly diminished. She was also able to sleep well.
She became involved with the activities of the family and played with her grandchildren.

Her consultant oncologist was awestruck to see her looking well, when she went for the follow up. He regretted not taking a clinical photograph of the lesion before Baba’s salve was administered.

Reference: “Love All Serve All” published by Sathya Sai Publications of New Zealand. Page: 301.

A Dumb And Lame Child Is Miraculously Cured By Sathya Sai Baba

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A Dumb And Lame Child Is Miraculously Cured By Sathya Sai Baba

Mr. Russi Patel, a Parsi from Mumbai, had an experience connected to his little daughter’s health that was nothing short of a miracle. Howard Murphet had the opportunity to met him personally and here is what Murphet records:

At Prasanthi Nilayam in 1967 I met Mr. Russi C. Patel, a Parsi of Bombay, and his wife. From them I learned the story of their little daughter, Ketu.

At the age of 2½ years Ketu could not speak, walk or even stand. She had been given various kinds of medical treatment, including modern drugs and physiotherapy. But nothing seemed to have any effect.

The source of the trouble was a mystery. Some thought it was a matter of mental retardation, others said that it was some unknown deep-seated nerve trouble.

This was the state of affairs in February 1965 when Mr. Patel decided to go to Puttaparti and see Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba. His wife, who was a very orthodox Parsi, was not in favour of the idea, thinking it a waste of time and money.

Shivaratri festival was on when Mr. Patel arrived at the ashram and huge crowds were there. Although people urged him to seek an interview, he was diffident about doing so – especially as he felt that Baba knew all about his trouble and why he had come, without being told.

Several times he wrote a note, intending to hand it to Baba as the latter passed through the crowd near him, but each time, when he saw the little figure with the luminous face, full of the light of understanding, he decided that it was not necessary and tore the letter up.

“When Baba wants me, He will call me,” Patel said to his friends.

But the days passed and he was not called. Streams of people were going in to see the great saint, but not Patel. Then one morning, some days after the Lingodbhavam, it was announced that there would be no more personal interviews.

However, Sathya Sai Baba came onto the balcony and gave His blessings to all visiting devotees assembled there before they went home. Mr. Patel felt the great compassion pour onto the crowd and into his own heart. Yet, in the train on the homeward journey his faith and spirits sank to a low level. He thought of the days he had spent there and the chances of speaking to Baba he had missed.

He thought of his poor little daughter still unable to stand or utter a word. He imagined his wife’s reproaches about the time and money he had wasted. He arrived at the door of his home very depressed indeed.

When he opened the door, the first sight that met his gaze was little Ketu, who could not even stand when he left, walking down the hallway to meet him, calling out “Daddy, Daddy!”

He picked her up and embraced her; then he embraced his wife, while both of them wept with joy over the miracle that had somehow taken place. On checking the facts with his wife Mr. Patel found that Ketu had first begun to walk and speak on the day before he arrived home – just after Sai Baba had given his blessings from the balcony to the assembled devotees.

Some time afterwards Mr. Patel took his wife and daughter to see Baba when the latter was on a visit to Bombay (now Mumbai). In the midst of the many thousands that crowd around him in that metropolis, Sai Baba saw them, and in the words of Mr. Patel, “greeted the little girl as if she was an old friend returned after a long absence”.

He took her on His lap; materialised some Vibhuti, and put it in her mouth. Soon after that, her speech improved greatly and she began using longer words.

Reference: “Sai Baba: Man of Miracles” by Mr. Howard Murphet. Page: 121-122 (Paperback edition). Published by Macmillan India Ltd, 1972.

Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba Restores Dr. Ravi Kumar’s Eyesight Twice

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Sathya Sai Baba


Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba Restores Dr. Ravi Kumar’s Eyesight Twice

This is the story of how Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba restored the eyesight of Dr. Ravi Kumar, twice! Dr. Ravi Kumar is currently a Lecturer in the Department of Chemistry in the Brindavan Campus of Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning. He came to Swami decades ago as a young boy and ever since then has been with Swami, first as a student and now as a teacher in Bhagawan’s College. His entire family is greatly devoted to Bhagavan, and all of them have had many thrilling experiences.

In 1985, while engaged in some experiments in the chemistry laboratory, hot acid splashed into Ravi Kumar’s eyes and he became blind. Here, in his own words, is the story of how Swami restored his eyesight:

It was July 1985. I had by now enrolled for the Ph.D degree, and busy with my research. One morning, I was working in the lab when the lunch bell was given. A fellow-student asked me, “Are you not coming for lunch?” “Not immediately,” I said adding, “I shall finish this experiment and then come. You go ahead.”

I was trying to detect steroids on a thin layer plate. For this, it was necessary to prepare a special reagent by mixing acetic anhydride and concentrated sulphuric acid. Even as I was busy doing this, there was a sudden explosion and the next thing I knew was that the chemical I was preparing had splashed into both my eyes. I shouted ‘Sai Ram’.

Hearing my cry, a few students were still in the neighbourhood, came running towards me. They anxiously asked, “What happened?” I just cried out, “Take me to the nearest tap please!” My eyes were just burning and the pain was terrible. There was no water in any of the taps in the lab. (Later I learnt that the water line had been closed for doing some plumbing work for the library building that was just then coming up) By the time my friends found a tap with water flowing, the acid mixture must have burnt my eyes for nearly two minutes. My eyes were washed continuously; meanwhile I discovered that I could not see anything.

“Let’s go and see the doctor,” said my colleague who was helping me. So saying, he took me to the General Hospital which, in those days, was adjacent to the Ashram. When we went there and explained the problem, the duty nurse said, “What a time to come! Our (only) eye-specialist, Dr. Wamsa, has gone away to get her visa extended.” My heart sank as the nurse examined me, tut-tutted and said, “I suggest you go to Bangalore…”

I did not go to Bangalore but instead went for [afternoon] Darshan, of course assisted by my friend. I could not see anything. Everyone was waiting silently for Bhagawan to come out. There was no Darshan music those days, and I did not know whether Swami had come out or not. It was then my friend whispered, “Swami has just come out…. He has turned to the left …. He is now on the ladies side …… Now He has come towards the gents side….. He is approaching us….” I could hear the rustle of silk as the Lord passed by me; I was utterly miserable even as I thought, “How unlucky I am not to be able to see the Beloved Face….”

And then suddenly I heard Swami’s enchanting voice. He was saying, “Take this Vibhuti Prasadam for three days, and everything will be alright.” With these words, He placed three packets of Vibhuti in my hand.

The world was absolutely dark. I was looking forward to the end of the third day. I had the last dose of Vibhuti even as the night prayer was being said in the Hostel. I still could not see.

I could not control my tears as I recalled all my hopes and aspirations. I was just four and a half years old when I lost my mother, and since then, I was literally brought up by Swami. I had been eagerly looking forward to serving Swami after completing my studies but here I was, blind and dependent on someone else. Was this to be my fate for the rest of my life?

I was totally shattered and literally cried myself to sleep. The next thing I knew was that someone was knocking the door of my room. I said, “Please come in.” I turned and saw [without actually realising it then] that one of my students had brought coffee for me. I said, “Oh, it is you Sridhar. Have you brought coffee?” The boy exclaimed, “Sir! You can see!!” That was when I realised what had actually happened. Overwhelmed, I said, “Yes, I can see clearly!”

During Darshan that morning, Swami came straight to me and asked, “How are your eyes?” I had no words to offer. My eyes took over and washed His Feet with tears. As I looked up with misty eyes, Swami said, “Go to Bangalore and get yourself a pair of spectacles. Always wear them in the lab; and be careful the next time!”

I got myself a pair of spectacles, and took great care to wear them as commanded. Four years passed. I was in the lab and engaged in an important experiment. Suddenly, my spectacles slipped, fell down and broke.

I could not afford to stop my experiment; if I did, it would mean that the work of the past two months would all go waste. So I decided to continue with my experiment, telling myself that I would be very careful. I prepared some hot chromic acid, poured it into a sintered funnel, and, to finish the work quickly, connected the system to a vacuum aspirator – it was a brand new machine that had just arrived from Japan. Nothing happened for a while, so it seemed. I went near the apparatus to have a close look, and just then the flask imploded, tipping about 30 cc of hot chromic acid into my eye. There it was, the second time! I shouted ‘Sai Ram’.

The acid streamed down my face on to my shirt, eating it up. I was assisted to a nearby tap (this time, the tap was mercifully not dry!), and water was continuously splashed on my eyes and face. Even after 45 minutes of washing, the burning sensation was just unbearable.

Once more Dr.Ravi Kumar was taken to the same General Hospital – this time the doctor was there but there was precious little she could do except to bandage the two blind eyes. Then …

As I sat for afternoon Darshan with my bandaged eyes, many thoughts raced through my mind. “Had not Swami warned me clearly and explicitly? Why on earth did I have to disobey His command? What would He say now? Would He be angry with me? Am I, after all, destined to be blind all my life?”

There was a hush. I knew Swami had come out to give Darshan. I could now feel His presence near me. And then I heard His sweet voice, “Ravi, what happened?” Even as I tried to get up, He patted my cheek and said, “I told you to be careful the next time, did I not? Careless, careless! Here, hold out your hand.” As I stretched my hand, He gave me some Vibhuti that He had materialised and said, “Eat this Vibhuti; Swami will always protect you; everything will be fine.”

I ate the Vibhuti with much relief and joy. What an assurance it was to hear from the Divine Himself that everything would be all right! The following day, I went to the doctor to have the dressing changed. She removed the bandage, examined me and exclaimed with wonder, “Sai Ram! What a miracle!! Your eyes are perfectly OK!” Yes, everything was fine exactly as Bhagavan had said the previous day, and I could see clearly once more.

Reference: “Love All Serve All” published by Sathya Sai Publications of New Zealand. Page: 302-304.