I/II. Here is a very interesting video: 'Sai Baba Tricks Completely Exposed' at <http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1318767015307&comments>.
II. The living god had predicted he'd die in 2022? God's death came a bit early? (See: < http://friendfeed.com/year-2022/fd5c0e2d/rt-kumarvimal-saibaba-has-predicted-his-death> and < http://news.asiaone.com/News/AsiaOne%2BNews/Malaysia/Story/A1Story20110425-275415.html >.) III. http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India-Circus/entry/why-does-sathya-sai-baba-need-a-ventilation-system <http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India-Circus/entry/why-does-sathya-sai-baba-need-a-ventilation-system>Why does Sathya Sai Baba need a ventilator?CP Surendran<http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India-Circus/page/authorProfile?page=authorProfile> 22 April 2011, 10:16 PM IST Sathya Sai Baba is in hospital and is dying. The doctors say he is suffering from multiple organ failure. Sai Baba is like a god to millions of Indians and to a good number of foreigners. In his 85 -year -old life, Sai Baba has pulled off several miracles from thin air like watches, ash, and gold chains. The kind of stuff that could hide slyly up the long sleeves of his silk kurta. Baba's powers do not stop at consumer items. Miraculous healing powers have been attributed to him, as testified by thousands of patients. And there have been several occasions when he has been visible in more than one place at the same time. There was a time also in the eighties—when his reputation as a holy man was at its zenith—when ash would fall from his pictures and photographs to the wonder of his devotees. Decades ago, when I was a child, the Baba came to Trivandrum for one of his darshans. And as was usual with him, Baba proceeded to astonish his disciples with a steady production of the staple consumables from the air. At long last, my mother, wife of an intrepid and lifelong rationalist, unable to contain herself, got up to ask the Godman more solid proof of his powers. "Yes, what would you like me to give you?" Baba asked. "Well…I," my mother stammered. She had got up in a huff and was now conscious that thousands of people were looking at her. "Tell me, don't be afraid," Baba said. He was smiling. He looks good when he smiles, I thought. "No, it's alright. You are a great man." "Still, you might want something badly. Ask me." "No, it's fine. I'd better sit, really." "I'm sure you want something. Make your wish known," Baba seemed to enjoy the discomfiture of my mother. "Well, I …," my mother said after taking a deep breath, "I want you to give me a jackfruit," she blushed. "A what?" Baba's smile vanished. He turned deaf. Clearly, the sleeves were not big enough to hide a jackfruit. Then all hell broke loose. And my mother was shouted down. We went home half in jubilation, half in embarrassment. I haven't thought of Sai Baba since. Except in the last few weeks. Baba is in coma now and is not likely to recover. I am just wondering, if he was really an avatar as he claims, why does he need a ventilator? Indeed why is he dying an ordinary man's death? And then I think of the jackfruit again. -- Peace Is Doable -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Green Youth Movement" group. To post to this group, send an email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/greenyouth?hl=en-GB.
