Some friends of justice Rege came one day, a mother and her little son.
After an hour or so at the Dwaarakamaayi, they went to a Puraanic recital in
the village where the Pandith, much to the exasperation of the child, described
Baba as an impostor and a fraud. The child insisted on the mother coming away
from the place; it ran towards Baaba and told him the whole story, when Baaba
asked them why they came back in such a hurry from the recital.
Baba laughed and said, "Yes, I am an ordinary man, not the divine power
that you take me to be." But the child could not be put off. It declared that
Baaba was God. Baba replied, "I am not God, little chap. See, my clothes are
torn; I have only two hands; God should have four, isn't it?" But the boy was
in no mood to agree. He declared that He was God, in spite of the two hands
which He then seemed to lack. Even while they were arguing thus some others
arrived, exulting over a miracle which they witnessed. A child has slipped from
the top floor of a house and escaped unhurt. Baba told them, "Yes, I held it in
my four arms." The boy jumped at the words and said, "Now you yourself agree
that you have four hands and so you are God."
Baba clasped the child to His bosom and taking it inside, He gave him a
vision of the Lord with four hands. Such was the adherence to truth even in the
pervious body. It is not adherence, it is the very nature of Sai.
- From Bhagawan's Discourse on 4th March 1962.
