In 1931, I was involved with digging up the earth and laying drainage pipes with large number of workmen. One noon I slept on the bund of the channel under tree. I felt that I was shaken and roused from sleep. Baba then in my sleep said, "Get up. A man is being buried, owing to the slipping of the earth. Go and remove him at once". I woke up, called coolies and cycled up to the place of the accident which was two miles off. I found that the two sides of the trench had come down and buried twenty men. We dug up the earth. All of the buried men escaped with very little hurt. One man was seriously hurt. He was bleeding in the nose and mouth and his eyes bulged out. He wanted to be taken to his home in a cart. That was done. He dies there. But for Baba's rousing me, he would have died in the works and more would have hurt (or died) and I would have had great trouble to meet the inquiry. In this case of accident, an inquiry was held by the Collector (District Magistrate) two months after the event, and I was not taken to task. This is very remarkable help from Baba.
JAI SREE SAI RAM!
Sairam to All,
I would like to share this wonderful experience with you all. This was on 22nd July 2003,when my father (Sri.D.Sankaraiahji, Hyderabad) was alone at home as others had gone out. He noticed about 15 boys came to the neighbour's house for collection. He wanted to avoid them as their dress and behavior etc indicated something abnormal. He bolted the two doors and came
through the main door. Without his notice, he pulled the door which has self-locking arrangement. He had to be outside for 2 hours. Somebody suggested to call a carpenter or a lock repairer. After waiting for a long time outside, an idea flashed across his mind. As
everyone knows, BABA is OMNIPRESENT. So he started praying Baba to open the door from inside. He also started knocking the door repeating "Sai Sai". Suddenly the door was opened. Though it appears unbelievable, I swear in the name of Sai, it did happen. Baba takes care of HIS children all the time.
OM SAI SRI SAI JAYA JAYA SAI !!
Sai Eshwari
Bindiya, USA
On Friday, May 19 I had a dream. I saw an evil voodoo doll, something like you see in African black magic, in a store I was shopping at. As soon as I tried to get closer, it turned its ugly head and with a twisted smile threw me across the room. After a couple of electric shocks, I walked out scared and worried. Suddenly out of nowhere, I had Baba's moorti, a pure white Marble moorti in my hand. I drew strength from it and walked back into the store. This time I was scared as well, but nothing happened, then I knew Baba was shielding me, protecting me against all harm. I got up in sweat. I had been pretty tensed due to my son's admission in a good school. We are Sikhs. I wanted a school in which my son's turban will be totally accepted and he would not be subjected to any kind of teasing. But being in America, it seemed impossible.
Already the subtle discrimination against him was getting to me. After a fruitless search for a year, we finally decided to cut his hair. I was desperate. No school yet selected and admissions to all schools were almost closing. We called lots of friends and relatives both clean-shaven and proper Sikhs. But the more we thought of difficulties in future, the stronger our determination became to save our beloved child from everything. Meanwhile things started going downhill, as soon as we decided that. I prayed, pleaded, asked Baba to show me the right way. Time was whizzing by. Still he was on a waiting list for a good private school, which was our first choice. My husband started facing trouble in his business. I lost my sleep at night. I kept awake till 3-4 at night trying to find a way out. Doing continuous Naamsmaran.
Remembering Baba, deliberately trying to keep awake because I wanted to remember Baba. Doing that till I finally collapsed into exhausted sleep. Anyone who has a child will know how stressful it is to find the right school for your kid. And then I had this dream to worry about. On Saturday, I completed my Satcharita parayan, I was reading a chapter daily. Made Prasad, lay my head on his Moorti and cried. Cried for my son, for my husband, for my troubled sister,for Darshan's father, for Satyabhamaji's relative.
On that very day I saw his photo on Zee TV which we get through satellite. I knew then he was listening. On Sunday when we had decided to take him to a Barber. Just before we were supposed to leave, I received a call from one of my friends. When they realized our intent, they immediately stopped us and told us that it was against our religion. I questioned back, what has hair got to do with religion? They had no logical answer. Just that it was rules, which I had to follow. The argument went back and forth for two hours. Suddenly in the middle of argument a light flashed in my mind. Rules... the word stuck. Why follow them if they make no sense? Something he said made me think. Totally shaken, I sat down. Baba has asked for unconditional faith. Total surrender. And what was I doing? Questioning him? I shook in horror. Baba has chosen this religion for me for a reason. Who am I to question its rules? If I do that, indirectly I would be questioning Baba. And that to me was even more blasphemous than my religion. He could have made life easier for me.
Given me a religion in which none would have objected to his worship. Given me an easier choice for my son. He didn't. Instead I had to deal with opposition from in-laws, American atmosphere and a bad luck which was no fault of ours.
In Satcharita, Baba scolds a man for changing his Father...his religion. Rules that don't make sense to me, are there, given by my Sai for a reason. And instead of surrendering to His will, I was doing the opposite. Totally wrung out, I went into my pooja room. There next to Guru Granth Sahib, lay Satcharita. Opened the book at random, and the story about the lost coin came up. The son got a new coin from Baba whom his mother told to worship with rituals as followed by ancestors. There and then I decided to keep his hair. And face the world. The phone rang again. My sister calling to say her situation has suddenly improved, she doesn't know what happened but suddenly it was much better. Next day my son sat for an entrance test to another school. He cleared that even though the test was tough, to say the least.
As I was coming back I decided to say hello to a teacher in the school where he was on waiting list. I dropped in the office and they told me that a student had dropped out ten minutes ago. And I had the seat if I wanted it. Here I was deciding between two schools when yesterday, I wasn't even sure that he will get in even one! My husband comes back from work and says that the client is reconsidering, so things might just work out! It was as if Baba was showering me love from all sides. I feel totally empty, at peace right now after the emotional roller coaster I have been through. I have selected the school in which I know he will be respected . By the way, right now I am in the middle of the Saptah Parayan of Satcharita, which I started after the horrific dream I had on Friday. So here is to my Baba, may I pass all his tests. May he trample my ego and teach me total surrender again and again, till I get it.
JAI SREE SAI RAM!
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