DEVOTEE EXPERIENCE By Pratik Jasani, United Kingdom

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DEVOTEE EXPERIENCE By

Pratik Jasani, United Kingdom

 

Recently I had, what seemed like a nightmare. Somebody was beating me and I was not able to see the person's face. It reached a point when I was in pain and couldn't do anything to stop this person. The person, wearing black clothes, continued beating me on the ribs and arm. The pain that I was suffering soon became unbearable and I screamed out in utter pain: "Sai Baba!" Suddenly within seconds the beating stopped and a person in white kafni appeared from the side and unfortunately at that moment, my eyes closed - I had passed out.

 

After a while, as I opened my eyes, I noticed that there was bruising all over my chest area but the person in black clothes had disappeared and Baba in his white kafni stood above me and just smiled for a while and then vanished. This was not the first time that Baba has appeared to me - several times He has always warned me about any mishaps that are about to happen or has always helped me.

 

I have had other experiences of Baba's vision but the most remarkable one was few years back, when I left Kenya and had forgotten to pack my Sai Satcharita. When I reached London, I remembered it and tried to get my friend to send it to me but he didn't. So I was very upset and was not able to find another copy of it and I said that whenever I could go to Shirdi, I would get a copy. Then in 1994, my sister got married in India and everywhere that we went, we either met people who were devotees of Sai Baba, or we saw his portraits and photos.

 

After the wedding, I had planned to go to Shirdi but was not able to do so. But just a few days before I was due to return to the UK, we got an offer to go to Shirdi. Upon reaching there, I immediately went to Baba's mandir and prayed and the guide then asked what I wanted to do in the short time that I had left. My immediate reply was to get a copy of Sai Satcharita. I was told that it would take a while before I would be able to obtain a copy so I asked the guide to wait for me. He didn't say anything and everybody else was forced to wait. But a miracle took place as within five minutes several copies arrived and one was handed over to me along with some udi.

 

A few years later as I was going through an old suitcase of mine, I noticed a book with a red cover and saw the writing "Sai Satcharita." I quickly opened it and saw that it was the copy that I had forgotten in Kenya and not the one that I had brought from Shirdi. I could not understand how it reached there and I still can't. Just a while back I enquired whether my friend had sent me the book. The reply I received was that there were so many things that he had sent me but he was not able to remember a book of any sort being sent.

 

Pratik Jasani, United Kingdom