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Articles: Devotion | The Bliss of His presence
- Prof. venkata ramanamurty mallajosyula
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I asked, 'Swami, Mr. X has been diagnosed for cancer of the prostrate.' 'Yes', said Baba, 'They operated upon him but the cancer was discovered too late. They have removed the cancer, but the roots are still there. I will give vibhuti....'
Then I said, 'Mr. Y is embroiled in a litigation.' 'Why are you pleading for him?' Baba replied, 'If he had not been a fool, he would not have got involved with that lady. He has only himself to blame. Anyway, let him not worry. Nothing will come out of the case.' A remarkable illustration of instant communication and divine intercession in three unconnected cases of strangers!
Further Life for Father
Let me now narrate the story of my father's illness in 1976, which really brought us into intimate contact with the Sai miracle for the first time. My father had jaundice which had been diagnosed as infective hepatitis and treated as such by very good physicians in Delhi. His doctor declared that he was cured and could travel to Dharamsala, where I was posted then as Deputy Commissioner.
Hardly a month had passed, when suddenly Papaji (affectionate name for father) developed high fever with severe rigor. His temperature shot up to 105 ° and he shivered so much we were frightened out of our wits. The local doctors first thought it was malaria, then viral fever, and finally, some unknown dreaded disease which they would not name. One day, Dr. Jha, the Chief Medical Officer took me aside and said, 'I strongly advise you to remove your father to Delhi at once. After three days, you may not be in a position to shift him, even if you wish to.'
Overnight, all arrangements were made. We rushed by ambulance to Pathankot, boarded the train and were received with an ambulance at the railway station, Delhi. Papaji was admitted at once to the AIIMS (All India Institute of Medical Sciences) where the doctors struggled with his daily rises and falls of temperature.
On the third day, the doctors held a conference. I was told, 'Your father has hepatitis. We suspect it is obstructive hepatitis. If we operate on him, his chances are 2%. If we don't, he will move into an irreversible coma. Please decide.'
Naturally, I chose surgery. We prayed to Lord Sai day and night. When he was taken to the OT, Mr. Chaman Lal smeared some vibhuti on his forehead. The operation was successful. Five minutes later, he had cardiac arrest. He was revived. He had respiratory failure and was put on a ventilator. He had black motions. His kidneys stopped.
Mr. Kaw with his family in a private interview with Swami
One by one, all his systems collapsed and came back. Doctors said he might survive, but he would be an invalid all his life. Two months later, he was attending office! He lived a near-normal life, except for the usual symptoms of old age, for another 25 years.
My mother had promised herself that if Papaji came out of the ordeal alive, she would take him to Baba at Puttaparthi. What with one thing and another, the visit kept on getting postponed. In 1988, we finally went to Puttaparthi. As soon as Swami saw my mother, He exclaimed, 'At last, you have come. For years you had the desire to bring father here. Now you have made it! How is he now?', thus confirming that it was indeed He who had answered my mother's prayers in 1976.
Bhagavan is today the focal point of our family. His portrait adorns every room. He is the central topic of our spiritual discussions. He is the resident of our hearts.
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