Baba's infinite mercy

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This is an excerpt from a very interesting book

written by (LATE) DR.P.S.RAMASWAMI,(AN ARDENT DEVOTEE

OF SHRI SHIRDI SAI BABA).This is one of his

experiences in 1944 when his 10 year old son passes

away and he laments and blames Sai for it,and how Sai

appears at his doorstep and bring his son back to

life.

Here it is in his own words.

 

 

 

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" When truth is stranger than fiction"

 

- The Upanishads

 

Yes, I saw Him, The re-incarnation of Baba (Twenty-six

years after His Mahaa samadhi)-This occurred in March,

1944 at Vizianagaram, A.P, 26 years after Baba

attained Mahaa Samadhi in October, 1918.

 

Mukam karothi uachalam Mrutha mujj'wa yatyapi

 

- The Upanishads

 

Behold, it came to pass that the dumb spoke and the

dead came back to life. --- The Bible

 

 

Yes, there He stood at the gate, with His serene

indulgent face and benevolent eyes, clothed in 'Kupni'

with the cloth over the head falling loosely over the

shoulders, the 'Biksha Patra' held in the right hand

with the left folded and resting over the right

shoulder exactly as in the portrait facing P112 of the

Satcharita (Eng.edn. by Sri N.V. Gunaji). I was

stunned with amazement. It was INCREDIBLE.

 

Only a moment before, in my frenzied despair at the

passing away of my first-born son aged 10 years, I had

denied Him His Divinty and His omnipresence testified

again and again by His devotees' experiences both

before and after His 'Mahasamaadhi' I had declared Him

to be a false deity and beseeched my wife to throw His

portrait on the dung hill. But, here He stood to prove

the TRUTH OF HIS ETERNAL EXISTENCE.

 

You see, the medicine I poured into the mouth of my

semiconcious son remained there. I shouted to him to

swallow it, but the mouth remained open. I became

frantic and tried to close it. No, the jaws had become

rigid. I checked pulse. It too had stopped. It was

then that called out my wife from the kitchen and

spoke those blasphemons words. She just sat by the

bed, head bent and tears trickling down, as much hurt

by my profanity, no doubt, as by the bereavement.

 

I had come to the end of my tether spiritually, I was

not myself for the nonce. Thus i had the brutal

impudence to ask my grieving wife whether she had

cooked, adding, 'He has anyway gone. I don't want to

die, too. I shall go and eat."

 

Imagine the father, however forlorn, to be so devoid

of all feelings as to put such an inhuman question to

the mother just bereaved. There is no limit to which

human nature can sink through, thank God, it can also

soar to Elysian heights. Here I must say that my

wife’s faith, unlike mine, has throughout been

unflickering, standing 'four-square to all the winds

that blow'. Whenever my mind harks back to that scene,

I can not help wondering how I escaped her righteous

indignation for my frenzied out-burst. Where else,

except, except in this land hallowed by Sita and

Savithri, Damayanthi and Mandodhari, Nalaayini and

Renuka Devi, can one meet with such phenomenal

forbearance and fortitude?

 

It is not far-fetched to say that it is for such

paragons of virtue that the Sun shines, it rains, and

Mother Earth continues to yield her bounty. It has

been said that 'the greatness of a man does not

consist in never falling but rising everytime he

falls'. Indeed, it is by the magnetic charm of their

devotion that 'homo sapiens' is not completely

debased. In her own gentle manner, she said. ' i just

finished cooking for the children. Pray, serve

yourself for this once", and lapsed into, what I know

now in retrospect to have been, prayer to Baba.

 

You see, there were four younger children, two of them

twins hardly six months old. But my mind and heart had

become dry, no thought or feeling for any one, not

even Baba!

 

So I betook myself to the kitchen to eat! I sat with a

Thali' before me and mechanically served myself some

rice. Before I could bring myself to eat, while

sitting and staring at the rice vacantly, I became

schizophrenic, as it were, one part of me questioning

the other, "Look, what are you trying to do? there

lies your first-born son dead and you are going to

gorge yourself". This shocked me into realising how

perfectly horrid of me it was. I turned to look in the

direction of the bed in the front room which was in

line with the kitchen. It was then that my eyes beheld

the wonderful form of Baba. Was it a mere vision, a

figment of my imagination? I shouted to my wife with

head still bent, "Kamu, look out and see who has

come". Reacting to the frantic urgency in my voice,

she looked up and glanced at the gate. At once, as if

touched by a live wire, she sprang up; and, as if that

was the consummation, she was devoutly praying for she

exclaimed "Amma Nayana/ Baba Vachcheru!" (Oh! at long

last Baba has come!).

 

Actually, neither of us had seen the Satcharita

portrait of Baba by then. Our puja portrait showed Him

sitting crossed. However, in His inscrutable Wisdom,

He had

led us intoo buying at a 'mela' a few months earlier,

a wood-cut portraying Him in five different poses,

including this one, we were able to recognise Him at

once.

 

Now I felt sure it was He. I was back in my senses. My

heart was full of gratitude to Him for coming in the

nick of time, and saving the situation. Else, in my

forsaken condition, with no thought of Him or for Him,

I might have polluted the food before me. In this new

found happiness, I reverentially took the thali up to

Him and put the rice in the lifted 'biksha-paatra', He

received it with His beatific face and went away. No

word was spoken. Indeed, there was no need for any. My

heart was too full for it, too. There was 'peace that

passeth understanding'.

 

As I stepped into the house, my son opened his eyes

and said "Father, I am thirsty. Give me some water."

 

The humanly impossible had come to pass!

 

Glory be to Shri Shirdi Sai – Grace be to all

 

To be continued....................

 

(((((((((((((((Tomorrow's post will have details of

the conversation between this devotee and Sai

Baba.)))))))))

 

Source:DIVINE MIRACLES OF SHRI SHIRDI SAI BABA

 

(A RECORD OF THRILLING EXPERIENCES OF (LATE)

DR.P.S.RAMASWAMI)

www.saileelas.org

 

 

 

 

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