Sai Baba's miracle The next day I left for Madrid to stay with some old friends for a few days. I took with me a videotape of the documentary on Maitreya and Sai Baba broadcast on Nippon TV (Japan TV) in Japan on 15 June this year. On Sunday, 16 October, the day after my friends (CMP and her husband R) had seen it, as we rose from the dining table in the company of her six-year-old daughter and her nanny, my friend CMP, who was upset because the nanny was leaving but had not yet found another place of work, mentally addressed God and asked for help for this woman, whose name is Lydia.
CMP was thinking, as she told me later, of the documentary we had seen the night before, and she also asked Sai Baba for help. At that moment she recalled how Sai Baba extends His hand and with small circular motions produces vibhuti (holy ash) from His hands. I saw her looking up rather theatrically (my friend is an actress and a singer) and, as she later explained, she thought rather defiantly at that moment: "Well, why not?" and extended her hand. Perhaps because she is an actress, the small, circular motions of her hand exactly imitated Sai Baba's motions and I was amused, thinking: "How she loves to act!" Suddenly, a white powder with a silver sheen issued from her hand. She sprinkled it into Lydia's cupped hands. R was dazed and seemed not to believe his eyes. I was shocked and kept thinking that this must be a trick. CMP's little daughter kept asking what this was. There was some consternation and confusion. I felt people should not be alarmed by this, so I said in a casual voice: "Oh, this is a powder I brought back from India." (At that moment, still trying to find a different explanation, I thought there was a chance I had given CMP some vibhuti when I returned from India after having visited Sai Baba's ashram in January this year. Then I realized that I had not done so.) CMP added humorously: "Yes! Magic Powder!" but she was trembling. Her daughter immediately asked for some, and her mother gave her most of the rest of it. But a lot of it still clung to her palm and fingers and she thrust her upturned palm near my face saying: "Smell this!" The delicate, flowery scent of the vibhuti was unmistakable. It was certainly not white like ordinary talcum powder, because it had that silvery sheen that is visible when Sai Baba produces vibhuti from His own hand. Lydia, unsure of what was happening, but sensing this must be something very special, accepted this miracle humbly although she did not know its origin. She smoothed the vibhuti over her neck and forehead in a very natural manner. CMP, meanwhile, started to shake visibly, and not wanting to make a spectacle of herself she retired to her bedroom. I followed her. She lay on her bed with a drink, and the ice cubes shook in the glass. CMP simply could not get over it. When she had recovered somewhat she looked up again and said aloud: "Sai Baba, don't do this to me again! I can't absorb things like this!" Then she said: "Goodness, look at this!" There was still some vibhuti underneath her ring. http://www.shareintl.org
