Warner Bros Arranges A Strange Trip

Warner Bros Arranges A Strange Trip

There is no trace of impossibility in the world of Baba!

Indra Devi, an ardent devotee of Sri Sathya Sai Baba taught Yoga in Canada. It is said that she witnessed numerous miracles of Sathya saibaba in her life.

Once Indra Devi had not planned to attend the birthday of Baba as she was due to visit the country later. After her meditation session one evening, she looked at Baba’s picture and wished, “Bhagavan take me to Puttaparthi for your birthday”.

Two years later, the devotee received a phone call from a young man who used to frequent the Sai Baba Centre in Los Angeles, called Chuk Wein. Chuk Wein said that he was calling from the Warner Brothers Motion Picture Studio and asked if she would go to India the very next day to seek Sai’s permission to make a documentary picture of His life! He also added that Warner Bros will bear the cost for her travel.

Indra Devi started for India after two days. She learnt from the manager of Air India, Los Angeles that the “Warner Bros” had paid for her tickets. She arrived just when the celebrations of Baba’s birthday had commenced, early morning when Bhagavan hoisted the Prashanthi Nilayam flag and delivered His birthday message.

Sathya Sai Baba declared that He was an incarnation of ‘Shiva Sakti’ in order to guide men towards God. He stressed the necessity of a pure heart and the need to cleanse it in order to gain discrimination and love through grace. He said that He was born as ‘love’ in each and everyone and only the day when love is born in one can ever be His birthday!

Swami then proceeded from the temple to the auditorium in procession. Easwaramma, Sai’s mother garlanded Him and anointed His head with a flower dipped in fragrant oil. Sai Gita, the elephant headed the whole procession.

Indra Devi also had the good fortune of Sai to bless her just the day before her departure. When she was about to leave, Sai materialized a gold medallion of Goddess Lakshmi. Indra Devi pleaded that she did not want anything. But Sai pressed her to accept it saying that it was for the protection of her house, “This is not for you… for the protection of the house – no more fires”.

Little was the devotee aware of the difficulty that was about to befall if not for the divine protection of Sai, as she was about to loose her ranch.

Having returned from India, the blessed devotee visited the Warner Bros Studio. Wonder of wonders not a soul ever knew Saibaba, leave alone her trip to India that they sponsored!

It was yet another Leela or the Divine play of Baba!

One India Reference

Miracles Are Sathya Sai Baba’s Visiting Cards

Sathya Sai Baba

Sathya Sai Baba

Miracles Are Sathya Sai Baba’s Visiting Cards

These Visiting Cards are miracles only from the limited human perspective. In fact, these are God’s gentle taps reminding man of the absolute existence of the Divine. Ms. Indira Devi chronicles some of these gentle taps silently serving reminders to man of the absolute need to establish in Greater Faith…as extracted from Sanathana Sarathi.

On the first day of June, I was in Bulgaria, having been invited to conduct a Yoga Teachers’ Course by the Minister for Culture, when she was in India. I told her about Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba and gave her the book, “Sai Baba and Sai Yoga” and showed the film on the 50th Birthday Festival. All this prompted her to drive to Prasanthi Nilayam and she returned greatly impressed by Baba.

My visit to Sofia was a beautiful experience. The class of 150 enthusiastic yoga learners consisted of university professors, doctors, engineers, artists and others. I had also to hold classes in three hospitals where the doctors and nurses had to be taught special Asanas and breathing exercises for patients suffering from various illnesses. I had perforce to talk of Baba when questions were asked why I had named the course `Sai Yoga’ and I had to bring forth the japamala of 108 pearls which Baba had given for passing on to the very ill in order to heal them. Many instances of Baba’s Grace were related to me with tears of gratitude by those who learnt yoga from me. Professor B. was sent to me through Government channels in the hope that Yoga, Sai yoga to be more correct, might heal him. For some reason unknown to the doctors, he could walk only for a distance of about 50 meters. At that point, his legs could move no more, though they looked perfectly normal. During 40 years of teaching Yoga, I had never faced such an enigma. I gave him Vibhuti dissolved in water and applied a little on his legs, while he was holding the japamala and praying. The next day, he was normal and could walk miles with no difficulty.

At Athens, devotees were eager to see the films and hear about Him. Then I left for California, Mexico, San Salvador and Guatemala. Bhagawan’s message was received with stormy enthusiasm in all parts of Latin America, be it in Mexico, Guatemala, San Salvador or Lima in Peru. His name was on the lips of thousands and it has sunk deep into the hearts of those who have become His devotees. Faith was fertilised by many mysterious happenings in places where Bhagawan’s portraits were adored. In Guatemala, a yoga student had a dream that she was working on a statue of Bhagawan. When her mother came to wake her up early next day, she was surprised to find her fingers covered with clay! Another lady running a shoe store had just returned from Prasanthi Nilayam. She encountered a hold up by three gunmen. They asked for money and she asked Baba for help. Immediately, the fellow who drew out his gun, said, “I was misinformed” and wanted only shoes! Collecting the shoes, they made a fast exit. An armed robbery and all that the gunmen got was three pairs of cheap shoes!

In San Salvador, belief in Bhagawan’s omnipresence and omnipotence rose greatly after the miraculous escape of Herandez Quinonez. He with his wife was driving from their ranch back to San Salvador when several assailants stopped the car. At gunpoint, they forced the man to hand over his revolver and 2000 American dollars. While they were searching the trunk, the frightened couple started praying to Bhagawan for their safety. All of a sudden, the gunmen re-appeared in the window and gave back the revolver and the wad of dollars and disappeared into the darkness, leaving both of them dumbfounded.

One day at Lima (Peru) Elizabeta Maldonatio took me to the office of her husband, a medical doctor, to show me the room which they had converted into a shrine, since Bhagawan had cured her from an incurable disease when she went with him to Prasanthi Nilayam the previous year.

“What do you say of this miracle?” Elizabeta exclaimed, pointing at a large cross of yellow flower petals on the red carpet in front of the altar with Baba’s pictures. “I had placed fresh flowers on these two vases the previous evening and left. By morning, the petals had loosened by themselves and scattered into this sacred shape. Quite a few did not believe the story, the miraculous denudation of the flowers and the mystery of the design which was formed. So, with tears in my eyes, I prayed for a sign. Within minutes, while we sat in meditation, after switching off lights and with only candles flickering, a footprint appeared on the carpet of petals, on the Cross! Baba’s Foot!

You cannot imagine what was going on after that! Every one rushed forward to see it and touch it. People fell on their knees, crying and praying, embracing each other in joyful gratitude at this sign of Grace. “But when they were, all finally gone,” said Elizabeta, “the Cross looked very disbaratado (disrupted), because so many petals were missing since people took them home and I had no heart to stop them. Sad and heartbroken, I asked Baba to restore the Cross. Seven weeks later, while the original petals were still fresh and fragrant (!), He answered my prayer. The blank spaces caused by the over enthusiastic devotees were filled with fresh marigold petals from nowhere.” I prostrated before the altar with the Cross and the Footprint yellow marigold on red carpet!

Man’s acknowledgement to the gentle taps from The Greater Heaven!


Call Me Whenever You Need Me

Sathya Sai Baba

Sathya Sai Baba

Call Me Whenever You Need Me

Ms. Indira Devi narrates her first meeting with the Omnipresent in human frame…as extracted from Sanathana Sarathi, August 1967

I had never heard of Sathya Sai Baba before although I still was in Bombay during the first 3 days of His visit there. In retrospection, I am glad things happened the way they did, as otherwise I would not have gone to Puttaparthi to see Him if I had met Him at Bombay. I had first heard of Him only when I stopped off at Adyar, Madras, from Howard Murphet. When, after returning from Saigon to India, I was finally on my way to Puttaparthi, I kept asking myself, why am I going to see Him. I was, after all, not in need of any help or in search for a guru; but the Inner Voice calling me there was so strong that I could not disobey it.

It was a hot April afternoon when I arrived in Prasanthi Nilayam. I was given a room where Gabriella Steyer, a Swiss school teacher sweetly took care of me. She had spent a year and a half there. Listening to her experience during her stay there was like listening to a fantastic fairy-tale. She had witnessed many miraculous cures. She had seen Him multiply food, taking from the air any object He wished to give to His devotees and even produce Amrita by squeezing His hand and giving it to drink to about 500 people without refilling the vessel. Gabriella was not tired to go on with her stories, and I was not tired to listen to them. Finally she suggested that we go to sit outside the Mandir doorsteps. Then Baba appeared in the doorway. Except for the bright orange colour of His robe and the thick crop of His hair standing like a black halo round His head, He did not at all resemble the photographs of Him I had seen. His tiny, slim figure and finely cut features were exactly the opposite of the way He looks in photographs.

“May be, He will see you tomorrow morning before you leave,” whispered Gabriella. A few minutes later, Sri Sathya Sai Baba appeared on the upper balcony and looked down. Our eyes met. Suddenly my heart began beating violently. I was called in for the interview. As I stood up I felt I was growing taller and taller. If Gabriella and other girls had not supported me, I would have fallen down upon entering the interview room, as I did not any longer feel the floor under my feet. Some one switched on the fan, but I was not feeling hot or faint.

“I don’t know why I have come here,” were my first words. “I was already in Saigon on my way home but the pull was so strong that I had to come and see You.” I also told Him about our Yoga Centre in Tecate and showed Him some pictures. “You must come there, Swami,” I said. He took my hand in His and tapped it three times, stating, “I say three times I shall come. I will keep My promise.” I told Him that I was guided here by Swami Vivekananda, who, so I was told by two clairvoyants, is my protector and guardian on the other side. At the end of our interview He asked me what I wanted. “Jyoti,” I answered, “since I want to start a crusade for ‘Light in Darkness.'” He made movements with His hand in the air and handed me a bright little image of Himself. And, although I had been told by the Murphets about His way of taking things from the air, yet seeing it happen with my own eyes did something to me. I kept looking at the little medallion with wonder, when He took it back saying, “Wait, I’ll give you some Vibhuti too.” A light movement of His fingertips and the ashes poured over the little image like a snowfall. Overwhelmed, I had to joke it off in order not to break into tears. “Don’t make it disappear now,” I said. “No, no, if I gave it to you……” “I am only joking”. And we both laughed.

“Call Me whenever you need Me and my Grace. I shall be with you,” were His parting words.