Blissings to you, Dr. K.

The BBC did an excellent documentary on Baba: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BVEJDPrGpM

Great post. I wonder what Ram Dass is saying about this. A master of spiritual materialism indeed. You have to admit he had great hair though.

Great hair, orange shirt, and a way with the many, he was having some fun, for he knew (and maybe still knows) that life, as we know it by way of our perceptions and conceptions thereunder, is intrinsically a game, and this despite the work of it especially. It is the weave of illusion, the truth in distortion, as woven by Maya, … Maya to be understood of necessity as nothing but Maya and the games thereof, which are ultimately nothing at all. I wish that I could be as spiritually confident as Sai Baba. Or do you think that, in spite of all our knowledge insisting that we’re wise in spite of ourselves, he might have been playing us for fools? Forsan ab Ambagibus.

Great hair, orange shirt, and a way with the many, he was having fun, for he knew (and maybe still knows) that life, as we as know it by way of our perceptions and conceptions thereunder, is intrinsically a game, and this despite the work of it especially. It is the weave of illusion, the truth in distortion, as woven Maya, … Maya to be understood of necessity as nothing but Maya and the games thereof, which are ultimately nothing at all. I wish that I could be as spiritually confident as Sai Baba. Or do you think that, in spite of all our knowledge insisting that we’re wise in spite of ourselves, he might have been playing us for fools? Forsan ab Ambagibus.

I am a devotee. I grew up in Andhra Pradesh, and my grandparents were extremely skeptical and cynical about the Sai baba. I then moved to he Us and married an American. 23 years ago my baby was premie and i had several miscarriages. My sort of liberal atheitic US in laws had gone to Japan and brought back children’s grave stones. One day at their house in Haverford, I was feeling quesy about these grave stones and hoping that they wouldn’t affect my son. That night the Sai baba, large as life stood by my bed with his hand in a blessing gesture telling me my son would be allright. since then I have been a devotee, though I have wondered how that happened to me– when I was not particularly even remotely interested in him. Then more recently, when my husband lost his job I went all the way to Puttuparthi to get an audience. He got a wonderful job, but as wew ere moving i got a second cancer. We had a disastrous move to Hawaii where a Chinese woman got a hold of my husband while I was in my chemo fog and is forcing him to divorce me. I wonder now why I didn’t ask the Sai baba for good things for me. I now ask his spirit to stop the divorce, get my husband back and to re-ignite family harmony. I know the Sai Baba can and will accomplish this. I have under gone several surgeries, carrying his ash or vibhuti. I was planning on going to see him as soon as my troubles were over– I know they soon will be. I hate to see him made fun of or accused. Om Shri Satya Sai– I am also a devotee of the Shridhi Sai baba!