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.

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