With
Wounded Wings
When
this life-giving Sathya Sai Ganga wends its way
into a prison, dead bones became alive. Dried
plants put forth leaves. Sunshine sweeps away
sadness. Blessed are they whose iniquities are
forgotten, to whom the Lord will not impute any
sin. It was grim and gaunt; this prison in
Andhra Pradesh, but, not far from God's Grace.
Baba sent a Message to the prisoners, when they
asked for it. Let us go through the grateful
acknowledgement from prisoner No. 1...1: "We are
sinners, certainly; but, our lives have become
full of hope, through some stray acts of merit
which we chanced to do, in some past birth; for,
we have rendered ourselves fit to receive Your
Grace! Really, if there are any who can be
declared fortunate in the world, we are the
ones. We are truly proud of this. That the
stream of Your Mercy has started flowing towards
these mean men who have injured society and who
are suffering punishment, is no ordinary event.
We prayed that You should grant us Your
Darsan
and Your Blessings. You have written to us, out
of the vastness of Your Mercy that You will
elevate us with Darsan, Sparsan
and Sambhashana,
at Puttaparthi! The Sage Nârada blessed
Savithri, on whose head the blow of widowhood
had descended, with the statement, "May you have
Being-with-husband status long", and, she was
able to win her husband back from the dominion
of death. We too have learnt from Kalpagiri,
whose death sentence was cancelled, that Your
Word has come true. It knows no
defeat."
The reference
to Kalpagiri in this letter reminds us of a page
from actual life, which deserves to be inscribed
in letters of gold. He committed a foul murder
and escaped the sleuth-eyed police of his area.
He slithered silently towards the Himalayas and
right at the gateway to those sempiternal
regions of the soul, he donned the ochre robes
of a monk and wandered from one dharmasala to
another, trying to smother the squeaks of
conscience, by chanting the Name of God. Four
years he spent thus, trying to flee from himself
into the sylvan glory and silence spread before
him. He met many a saint and sage,
sadhaka
and monk, but, he was harried by a doubt in most
cases whether they too were not ignorance or
wickedness packed in pious robes. He read many
sacred books, discussed the role of
Bhakthi,
Jnana
and Karma
in releasing man from bondage and became
proficient in the dialectic of nonduality. He
decided within himself that he could safely
venture into the old familiar regions and so, he
extended his pilgrimage to Simhachalam,
Thirupathi, Kanchi and Rameswaram, at the
extreme south of India. Thence, he turned to
Madurai and Srirangam, Chamundi Hills, Melkote
and reaching Bangalore, heard of Puttaparthi,
where he was told, a new Shirdi had emerged
within the last two decades. He boarded the
Guntakkal train, alighted at Penukonda, and a
bus brought him to Prasanthi
Nilayam.
Baba called
the Sannyasi
in. He is the All-knowing One and nothing can be
hidden from him, by time or space or the
artifice of Man. He chided him for running away
from the consequences of his deed, which he
could never accomplish successfully. While at
Shirdi in the Sai Baba body, Baba had told Shama
once, "Debt, enmity and murder have to be
atoned; for, there is no escape." So, Baba said,
"Why postpone for another birth the suffering,
which you must undergo in return for the dire
dead?" He told him that the ochre robes ill
became a debtor who has not paid his dues; He
went up to His apartments and brought down white
clothes for him to wear in place of the ochre
ones which He directed him to take off. He
commanded him to go to the police in his area
and report forthwith. He gave him the rare and
also the precious Vibhuthi
Prasadam,
four packets of it; He assured him, "Go, confess
and undergo cheerfully whatever punishment they
ultimately give you. You will not be hanged; I
promise that. Your neck shall wear a
Japamala,
a rosary, which I shall myself put round it,
when you come to Me after the sentence is
over."
Kalpagiri
emerged from the room, like a serpent that has
thrown off its coil and renewed itself. There
was a glint in his eye, a vigour in his voice, a
lightness in his gait that were not there that
morning. Baba must be the Lord Himself, he
thought. He decided to obey His command and save
himself, rather than discarding it and get
caught in the net of retribution and
rebirth.
Traveling in
the crowded train that night, he saw a fellow
writhing in pain, with his hand pressed on the
abdomen; he could not but part with one of the
four Vibhuthi packets he had with him; he was
happy to find that the pain stopped and the man
slept soundly. He knew that his estimate of Baba
was correct. So, he, confessed to the police and
the death-sentence the Judge pronounced was
compounded by the President of India into a
sentence of life imprisonment. During the weeks
when the petition for Presidential Mercy was
being considered, Kalpagiri in his cell was
telling his neighbours Chengappa and others that
he had met the Incarnation of the Lord at
Puttaparthi
and that He had assured him that mercy will be
shown and that, he would get from Baba Himself a
rosary when he finished his term and went to
Him, freed from the recoil of the stab that he
had inflicted on a fellow being. The World came
true: the petition bore fruit.
Naturally,
others in the prison were eager to know from him
the name and address, the glory and splendour,
the wisdom and mercy of Baba. And, they wrote to
Baba, in their own unsophisticated style, for
His blessings, His pictures and books about
Him.
The letter
from prisoner No. 1...1 is evidence of the
exhilaration felt by the prisoners of that Jail
when the parcel arrived, with a Message of
Consolation and Courage from Baba. Other letters
from Baba followed, and the Prison became a
Paradise for the Pious. "We are listening to the
reading of 'Sathyam
Sivam Sundaram'
chapter by chapter; we are overpowered by the
grandeur of the incidents mentioned". "The
pictures in the book captured my heart". "I have
fixed the picture before me; without interfering
with my other assignments. I worship it daily".
"I am a very sick person, ailing from many
diseases. I am decorating your picture in the
Bhajana
room, as far as I can. I will not get the work
done by any of the others." "From my boyhood
days, I used to take a delight in religious
carols and worship; now, that tendency has again
reappeared in me and I am filling all spare time
by Sankirtan
and Samaradhana ". "As you have directed, I am
reciting Your Name and listening to Your story
and sharing in Bhajan". These are lines from the
letters the prisoners wrote. Baba continued
sending replies to these
correspondents.
Prisoner No.
4...0 writes, "Each letter that comes to us from
Prasanthi Nilayam is a blessing; truly, it is as
if Baba Himself is before us, conversing with
us". V ... writes, " am an aged man. My sons and
my son-in-law are also in this prison. Since we
got the chance of sharing in the nectar that you
so kindly sent us, the feeling that we are
undergoing a sentence is fast disappearing. With
this food that we have now secured, our hearts
have become full and free. They do not incline
towards any other desire. What more do we need?
For reading during spare hours, we have your
divine story; we have the Puja
of your picture. But, yet, O Lord, the heart
pines for more, pardon the poor thing." R ...
writes, "I am eager that along with my mind, all
my senses outer and inner must serve God. So,
whether I sit or walk, whether I see or hear, I
am trying to dedicate every moment to the Lord.
Why should these hands be idle? I am writing
Ramanama, with intent to complete ten million
names. Every day, I worship the holy
representations of God with incense, lights and
prayers. This is my daily routine. Recently Your
sacred Name has been planted in this Jail; it
sent up the first sprouts very soon; now, it has
grown magnificently, heavy with flowers and
fruits; under the shade of that tree, I too am
enjoying cool comfort. My joy defeats all
attempts at description. The letter You sent us
the other day made me and all others wonder at
our good fortune. It brought back to memory the
Viswavirat Veera-brahmendraswami of four
centuries ago."
The clean
mirror reflected clear. Repentance calmed the
passions. In the hearts of many a prisoner,
there had sprouted the creeper of devotion to
the Almighty, the tendrils of which now got Baba
to fasten upon. S.N ... spoke to his comrades of
Baba, whom he had seen and heard at Hyderabad.
"From that day, I have been worshipping Your
Form that is installed in my heart", he writes.
He became soon a fertile centre of information
and inspiration. After Baba visited Repalle,
near Guntur, for the installation of the marble
idol of Shirdi
Sai Baba,
a person who had witnessed the ceremony happened
to stay for some months as a prisoner in the
Jail; he described the scene, the enthusiasm of
the lakhs
of people who had gathered the creation by Baba
in full view of the multitude, by a mere wave of
the hand of a golden image of Shirdi Sai Baba.
He told them a sheaf of other heart warming
stories about the glory of Baba. The prisoners
felt that Baba Himself had arranged this visit
by the Repalle riot, so that His band of
Bhakthas
might know more about Him.
Baba told
Hemadpant one day at Shirdi, "Look at that mango
tree in blossom. If all the flowers you see
brought fruit, what a splendid crop it would be!
But, do they? No. Most fall off faded; or, they
fall off, when the fruit is tender or unripe.
This is what is happening to those who come to
this place." His Grace alone must save us from
falling and so, we have to pray to Him for His
Grace and win it by our virtue and steady
Sadhana.
Sathya Sai Baba has then a more heartening role
for us. He says, "When the Sun rises and shines,
not all the lotus buds upon the lakes and ponds
on earth do bloom; only those that are ready,
do. The rest have to bibe their chance. But all
are destined to bloom, all have to fulfill that
destiny. There is no need to
despair".
When we
reflect on the implications of these words, we
can understand why some of the prisoners slowly
relapsed into indifference and were satisfied
with erratic correspondence with Baba. But,
among those who clung to the Divine Feet from
the moment Kalpagiri made the Divinity known
inside the walls, Chengappa deserves special
mention, since his story reminds us of a
mountain torrent reaching the plains and the
sea, after many a steep fall. His letters reveal
an intense yearning for spiritual realization.
"A slight difference of opinion arose between
myself and my wife and, so, I decided that she
should no longer live on earth. I resolved to
end my life too, along with hers. Placing some
poison on my tongue, I stabbed her while
sleeping and swallowed the fatal dose. The women
died; but, death declined to accept me. I could
only sense the fire on my tongue; nothing more
happened inside me. I felt I must die soon. So,
I ripped open my bowels, with the knife still
dripping with her blood and fell on the floor. I
regained consciousness in the hospital, to which
the police had transported me. They stitched the
ghastly wound and made me whole. Later, while I
was confined at the Rajahmundry Jail, they had
to open the stomach again and after some years,
once again, in order to repair the damage done
in previous operations. The wonder was, I
survived all these calamities. I surmised that
God was guarding my life for, perhaps, He had
planned a good future for me, when I could do
some work for Him and for those whom He chooses.
Therefore, I offered my body, heart and soul to
God. I have since felt supremely happy, for, I
live every moment in the knowledge that I have
the Grace of God. The godly are my kith and kin;
sages are my dearest companions. I have lost all
interest in my erstwhile kinsmen. I have secured
You, Baba, Lord, come on earth for such as I.
What more do I need? I have placed Your picture,
the one You sent, before the seat which I use
for Dhyana.
When I open my eyes, I see You; when I close my
eyes, I recite Your Name. This is my Nithyapuja;
I practice the Sadhana of being with You, in
You, for ever. God for me, I for God ... this is
the thirst. This gives me limitless joy." He is
happy that the doctors have prescribed for him
uncooked greens, and pulses soaked in water, for
that is the Sathwic
food which helps the Sadhaka
to have his meditation unhampered by
Rajasic
thoughts.
When
Baba wrote a letter to him, encouraging him in
his resolve, Chengappa writes: "I placed the
letter on my eyes: I pressed it on my heart. I
was as happy, as Sita must have been when
Anjaneya (Hanuman,
[see
Hanuman chalisa])
placed in her hands the signet ring of Rama
[see
RRV-5b].
It was Thursday, the Silence Day, when I could
not communicate to my comrades the joy. I had
read in the Sanathana
Sarathi
that you had recommended silence during
Thursday. I read the precious words within
myself. Ah, how fortunate I
am!"
Others too in
the Jail were subjected to this Divine Alchemy,
as their letters indicate. A seventy-year old
prisoner writes, "Like Ramdas, I am engaged in
Ramadhyan
in this prison ever since I entered it. Once in
ten years, I am permitted to go home and meet my
people, my mother, brothers and other relatives.
My mother born me and bred me and underwent
great sacrifices to make me a man; but, I have
given her only sorrow in return. I have rendered
myself incapable of serving her in her old age.
My heart is filled with a yearning that bids me
come to You and be Your servant until I die".
No. 8...7 writes: "As a consequence of a crime,
three of us, brothers, are undergoing sentence
here. We are trying our best to fix our
wandering minds on Your Lotus Feet: when will
these unfortunate fellows get the lucky chance
of having Darsan of the Lord of
Parthi?
Prisoner No.
8...8 writes, "Ever since we heard about Your
Divine Name and read the Divine Story, we have
been keeping Your Name in mind every moment.
That sweet lozenge has become our companion. The
epistle that you sent to the prisoners here has
been received with reverence. Many of us have
learnt it by heart and can reproduce the
contents. It passed from hand to hand and the
message was imbibed with alacrity by groups
after group, who read it and enjoyed it. In the
eager rush to read it sooner than others, the
paper got crumpled and torn in places. But, we
have pasted the pieces together and kept it
framed for all to read, in the Puja Room." The
prisoners write to Baba for books and Bhajana
song collections, for Note-books in which they
could write Ramnam continuously until it totals
lakhs,
and sometimes they refer to their mothers or
children who, they fear, might be in
distress.
In such cases,
Baba has sent money through the post to the
addresses mentioned and when the addresses are
found to be correct and the persons known to be
alive, He has dispatched clothes and other gifts
by post, with letters of consolation and
encouragement.
I shall close
his narrative of alchemy with one more letter,
the writer had the good luck to fall into the
company of these Sai-inspired Sadhakas and he
writes, "My native state is Nepal. You might
know that Nepal is a very God-fearing country,
since you have been to the Himalayas. I am now
undergoing imprisonment as the result of past
actions and the consequence of sin. But, I do
not reckon this to be evil; I am convinced that
this is for my own good. You have written in one
of your letters to one of my comrades, 'Even
Kamalanabha is subject to Kashta' (Even the
Lotus Navelled Lord of Creation is described as
having suffered misery). So, what of poor me?
Since some months, the recitation of Your divine
Name and the Reading of Your Story are happening
in this prison. In this stream of devotion, my
mind too has got dissolved. The letter You sent
a few days ago had a more profound effect on me
than on many others; it read as if it was
written to me and about my problems. Who can
tell when exactly Your Grace will be showered on
one? You have taken residence in my heart, I
call You my hrudaya Sai".
Baba has been
accepted as the Guardian and Refuge by some
prisoners in the Hazaribagh and Gaya jails too,
mainly due to the influence of some Telugu
speaking citizens who had to serve sentences
there. Those of us who dismiss a criminal from
the mind as soon as the prison doors are closed
with him safely inside, will be surprised that
Baba is there, inside the bars, assuaging the
bleeding heart, the penitent mind, the vigilant
conscience, the innocent sufferer, the child
aware that it has erred and determined not to
err again. Most crimes are perpetrated in
passion, in the temporary blindness of hatred,
in the momentary insanity of anger, in the
egoistic bravado of greed, in the malice that
ignorance breeds.
The law too is
very often an ass, as they say: it was framed
with little consideration for the iron that
enters the soul when injustice hits one in the
face, for the warp that the emotions get when
children live through dirt and disease, drink
and dice, and the deleterious atmosphere of
homes broken by divorce and disorder. Baba asks
us to correct the corroding influence of the
cinema on the mind and He has often spoken of
the responsibility of literary men and artists
like musicians and dramatists to produce clean
entertainment and wholesome inspiration for the
rising generation. The respect now shown to
cleverness rather than virtue, the absence of
any teaching of scripture and sastra
to the children in schools, the evil example set
by elders who indulge without a shred of shame
in anti-social activities like cheating in
business, adulteration of food-stuffs; all these
have been mentioned by Baba as conducive to
crime.
Like the
mother who pours extra love on the wayward
child, Baba is kind to the repentant criminals
and the sunshine He spreads over these is a sign
of His Universal Love. He has always insisted on
the criminal confessing his crime and bearing
the consequences gladly, resolving not to repeat
the offence. As a matter of fact, He advises
against asking pardon. Be bold, face the result,
suffer and learn fortitude. Repentance is enough
compensation for the sin; so, use the period of
the sentence, for repentance and inner
purification. That is his
advice.
I remember a
person who came from Uttar Pradesh, away from
the legal proceedings which he had to face for
alleged misappropriation of funds belonging to
the Cooperative Society where he was employed.
Baba advised him to return and accept his guilt;
but, promised that he would mitigate the
punishment, provided he repented sincerely. The
man could not muster sufficient courage to go
back to his place; but, Baba insisted that he
should, and he left with Baba's blessings on the
mission of self-improvement.
Rendering base metal into gold - that is the
rehabilitation work which Baba likes most!
Wherever He is, whatever He talks about, the
purpose is essentially this. For example, let us
see Him at Brindavan, Whitefield, where He
spends a few weeks every year. Hilda Charlton of
the United States writes thus about her
experience of this alchemy: "A quietness fills
the air, a peace, Santhi
indescribable, which is not lessened but only
made more cognizable by Baba's voice, as He
daily sings a song or speaks the wisdom of the
ages to those whose Grace it is to receive. As I
arose at 4 A.M., and walked down the long garden
to the spreading tree at the end of the path,
there was a cool silence which brought a flood
of joy in its wake. The bright moon illumined
the garden well. Silhouetted against the sky
were the stately fir trees, the heavy fig trees,
the line of Asokas, the brilliant red of the
gold mohurs and the white gardenia bushes. The
statue of Krishna in the centre of the pond made
me yearn for the music of the flute which I felt
might emerge any moment from its lips. Arms
automatically rose in adoration of God's Glory
that beckoned me from every side.
Krishna
Bhajan: Hari Haraye Namah
-
MP3
(Text: Hari
Haraye Namah (nâma
sankirtana)
In His talks
yesterday, Baba had said that the best time for
meditation was the
Brahmamuhurtham
(from 3 A.M. to 6 A.M.). To meditate under these
trees in the open is a spiritual treat, for, we
are perhaps carried back in memory to the days
when in last ages we were meditating on the
banks of the Ganga, in the Himalayan valleys.
Baba has told us that it is good to form a habit
of meditating at the same place, at the same
time, and for the same length of time each day,
at least until one progresses enough. Baba has
also said, "The inner meditation is only one
factor, the aim must be to derive
Anandam
with every breath, by filling every moment with
the sweetness of His Name. Pranayama of this
type must become part of your very being. Then
only do you start the process of truly
living."
Today is the
First Day of January, 1965. I remember Baba's
admonition not to attach too much significance
to any particular day. Every day is Guru-vaar,
not Thursday alone, He has said. Every second is
a new start and has to be celebrated as an
opportunity. The New Year, beginning on a
particular day, is just a convention, a creation
of man's limiting mind, separating God's
Infinity into tiny sections. But I find many
coming into the bungalow with garlands of
fragrant flowers. The altar is made a
magnificent heap of white pink orange and
magenta flowers.
Baba started
the day taking sweets from the air and
distributing them to all saying; "These sweets
will bring joy into our lives". He made a small
picture with just a wave of His Hand and gave it
to Mr. B. Then, turning to Mrs. B. He asked
rather playfully, "Jealous?" So. He took the
picture back and placed it in His right hand,
clapping both hands quick. Instantly, there were
six copies of the same, one for each of us,
sitting before Him.
During the
conversation that ensued, He picked up a piece
of paper from the floor and rolling it into a
ball, gave it to Mr. B. He found on his palm not
a ball of paper but a flavoured sweet eatable,
which, it seems, was his favourite! In the same
manner, he prepared another paper ball for the
wife, which too became on contact with her hand,
another item of the edible sweet.
These little
surprises, as He called them, culminated in the
miracle of Om. A devotee had come from Madras,
bringing with her a jewel in the shape of Om,
which she had got made; she now held it before
Baba for being blessed by His Divine Touch. Baba
looked at it and laughing, joked about the Om
being more like a curved monkey's tail!
Evidently, He did not like the artist's
handiwork. He asked the devotee whether He
should correct the Om or whether she preferred a
new jewel, with His own portrait incorporated in
it. She chose the new jewel, naturally. Keeping
the Om jewel in His closed fist, He blew on It
and when He opened His palm, we found to our
astonishment that the Om had disappeared and in
its place, there had come into being an
exquisitely designed gold locket, with a large
portrait of Baba in natural colours encircled by
diamonds and with a pendant of lovely pearls.
"This is a reward for twenty three years of
unremitting prayer," Baba said, while placing
the jewel in her hand.
The miracles
of Baba are done with a purpose to inspire, to
encourage and strengthen faith. The greater
miracle of Baba, is, of course, the supreme
miracle of the change in our nature, in our
character, which is far more inspiring and
uplifting than the creation of jewels. Sai Baba
at Shirdi said,
"I give what you want, that one day you will
want what I
give".
And so, one feels, it is with Baba; every move,
every word, every act (and every act of the Lord
cannot but be a miracle) has a deep meaning,
which we can seldom unravel.
I saw a
miracle of change in character, that was highly
inspiring, Baba declares that He does not effect
the change from outside in, but, He releases the
innate perfection, lying dormant and unknown,
within us. A lady from Britain came to Baba with
no background of spiritual yearning, and no
previous study of Eastern religion or
philosophy. She was on a tour of South India and
her intention was only to stay for three days,
before she resumed the tour. But, on meeting
Baba and glimpsing His Glory, she cancelled all
further engagements and stayed on for fully four
months!
These were
months of complete dedication and renunciation
of old habits, likes, as well as dislikes. She
had never meditated in her life, before coming
to Prasanthi Nilayam and was not conversant with
Yoga
or Hindu systems of thought. Yet, we were struck
when she drafted a programme for the twenty-four
hours of each day and when she stuck tenaciously
to it. At 4 A.M., she was up, meditating,
whether she had slept well or not, during the
night. Her day was filled with reading, writing,
meditating japam,
and acts of service, like sweeping the compound
of Brindavan or Prasanthi Nilayam. This she
persevered in doing sincerely, though on account
of the changed climate and food, she was plagued
during this period of intense
Sadhana
with abscesses and infections, which were
irritating and very often painful. She had to
keep awake during most nights as a result of
these, but, she held fast to her
determination.
Her
steadfastness and perseverance as well as her
love for God were rewarded by Baba; slowly, her
meditation became calm and rewarding. A new
radiance was shining in her eyes. There was a
strange charm in her face, which was not there
before. Her quiet unobtrusive unselfish acts
made her, as Baba advises all to become, a
hollow ego-less individual, a flute with which
God can sing the melody of
perfection.
She left after
four months equipped with a completely new
outlook, an awakened consciousness and a sincere
desire to continue her Sadhana. Baba has assured
that if a person will give the whole being to
God, and meditate as directed, one can, within
three months, attain results that will be most
encouraging. The results depend, of course, on
steady faith and Sadhana done
continuously.
Before
she went overseas, we had the privilege of
witnessing a miracle of Baba. As she was soon to
be married in Britain, Baba had promised her a
mangalasuthra, a jewel to be worn after the
wedding ceremony. One day, while we were sitting
before Him in a group, He took a betel vine leaf
from the box near Him and started carving on it
a decorative design, with the edge of the tiny
silver spoon used for spreading lime upon it.
From time to time, He would hold it up and show
it to us, and we admired the design that was
unfolding before our eyes, with each line that
He drew. We did not realize that He was mentally
designing the mangala-suthram for our friend.
Then, suddenly, He held up the leaf on the
conclusion of the picture, and blew thrice upon
it. The leaf disappeared and in its place was
one of the most beautiful wedding jewels ever
seen! [Picture:
Another gold necklace with precious stones
materialized by Sai Baba out of His hand for one
of His devotees at her wedding]
It was of gold
and the symbolic significance which Baba
explained to the recipient was such that she
will always be reminded of her Sadhana. On each
side, were three rubies, representing the
three
gunas
of husband and wife, which must harmonize and
cooperate. There were five rubies at the bottom
of the jewel, reminding them of the five senses
which have to be controlled. Right at the top,
were two rubies, side by side, which symbolized
the husband and wife. Suspended from the main
jewel, there was a pendent of perfect pearls,
having in the centre, a lotus, made out in
precious stones, to remind them both of
Prasanthi
Nilayam,
with the Lotus Circle right in front of the
Hall. It was indeed a delightful reward for days
and nights of intense Sadhana; she had not
squandered even one moment of those four
months.
Baba
is unfathomable, unknowable. One cannot
comprehend with the human mind, what He is. One
can only trust, believe, and obey. As I stood
before Him, immersed in wonder, He said, "Every
one sees the world through glasses and their
world is that which they see through them, worry
glasses, hate glasses, glasses of envy,
jealousy, greed. I wear only Love Glasses. I
cannot hate even if I want to. Hate and anger
are not part of Me; nor is Disease possible for
Me, I may hiss to warn and correct: but, I never
hate. I am Bliss, and Bliss only. I am Wisdom,
Anandam,
Santhi.
That is My nature."
Baba
reconstructs Man by revealing to each the Sai
within him. Whether it be a prisoner within the
high walls of a jail or within the high walls of
ego-built desire, He is the liberator, the
watchful Master, who takes you as you are and
leads you on to the joy of
freedom.
Hilda
Charlton, who has spent decades in Ceylon among
Buddhist sadhakas and who has practiced Tantrik
sadhanas under Hindu Gurus in Delhi chanced to
hear of Shirdi when in Bombay and during her
stay at Shirdi, she came to know of the present
Form that Sai Baba has taken to bless mankind.
She came to Prasanthi Nilayam about three years
ago. Here she found the fulfillment of her
striving, a place where she could do her Sadhana
with the assurance of success.
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