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Articles: Devotion | When God becomes Guardian
- Prof. venkata ramanamurty mallajosyula
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Winsome Love and Warm Grace
Saddened by this, I prayed to Swami to guide us. That was the night of February 22, 2004. I talked to Swami saying that if He wished little Sai to be in the play, He should show us a sign. As I was closing the pooja room door, I realized it was very cold. Even though I know that Swami is God, I just blurted out, “Just in case, dear God, You feel very cold, You can come and stand (Oh God! What did I say?) under the heater here. Goodnight Swami. Please take care.”
The Mysterious Sai
Early next morning around 5am, I experienced someone scratching my hand, and I got up with a start, thinking a burglar had entered our bedroom. Immediately, I tried awakening my husband saying someone is in the room. Since I didn’t wear my spectacles, it took two seconds to adjust to the darkness. And who did I see? It was my dear Bhagavan, in His beautiful orange Robe, standing under that very heater, and blessing Sai Prashanth and us as well! I shook my husband saying, “Please get up, look, Swami has come.” By the time he woke up with a start, Bhagavan’s form dematerialized, and Shirdi Baba, very tall in His white kafni (robe) appeared and blessed us. Then He kept His hand on His forehead as though some big tragedy is going to befall on us. Within seconds His form too dematerialized. I asked my husband if he saw Swami, he said, “No!” and went back to sleep.
...I experienced someone scratching my hand, and I got up with a start, thinking a burglar had entered our bedroom. Immediately, I tried awakening my husband saying someone is in the room. Since I didn’t wear my spectacles, it took two seconds to adjust to the darkness. And who did I see? It was my dear Bhagavan, in His beautiful orange Robe, standing under that very heater, and blessing Sai Prashanth and us as well!
I was shaken to say the least. I have read about Bhagavan appearing to people - but to me? It was unnerving, and then my monkey mind started asking questions. Did I really see Bhagavan? Was it a figment of my imagination? That night again, my silent conversation with our Lord began. “Oh Lord! You promised in our final year interview that, though we may get married into families that do not accept Sai as God, a day will come when we would come to Puttaparthi with our Bhartha (husband), and the entire family. Did I really see You? If I did, then please let my husband also experience the bliss of seeing You.” I wished Bhagavan goodnight and closed the pooja room door.
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