The house where God lives
In the summer of 1950, a friend
and I moved from our digs to a cheaper accommodation in the
Salvation Army Hostel in Boscombe, Bournemouth, England.
It was there that in the night
of one of the summer months I had a dream which I realised in
retrospect to be a vision. Two Beings clad in white with what
appeared to be wings, came for me. I found myself in between them
in space moving at tremendous speed. I was not at all frightened
and we eventually found ourselves in a beautiful garden. They
stood on either side of me and pointed to a house at a distance
surrounded by trees and flowers. I saw only parts of the house
because of the vegetation in my view. Then they said, "That is the
house where God lives."
As we stood there I wished God
would come out of the house so that I could have a glimpse of Him.
But it was not to be. They told me of a few things that were to
happen in my immediate life (all of which came about later) and
then I was escorted back to my bed by a trip through space.
I awoke to find myself lying
supine and straight in bed with my arms by my sides. I realised
that the dream was unusual so I immediately took a pen and wrote
down all I could remember. I have since narrated this vision to my
friends and seekers on the path.
Then in 1977 I heard, as I said
before, of Bhagavan Baba through a Philippino lady in Accra. In
1978 I visited Prashanthi Nilayam (Baba's ashram) to realise that
where I stood with those Beings in 1950 is where the Poornachandra
Auditorium stands at present.
On the morning of November 23,
1978, when we were all seated in front of the Mandir (where God
lives) awaiting the emergence of Baba, I found myself seated in
between two friends from Ghana and all three of us were dressed in
white. Baba came and stood a few yards from where we were seated
and gave us a very sweet smile. I had the presence of mind to
smile back and He stood long enough to enable me to take a few
pictures of Him. One of the pictures came out with a blue halo
around His head.
My brother, my sister, my
friend, if you still have any doubts about the Godhead of Bhagavan
go to Prashanthi Nilayam and pray with a pure heart for that
Since I entered into the Sai
fold I have seen Baba in my dreams. This occurs a number of times
every year. Last year I dreamt of Him on my birthday. After the
medical camp organised in Ghana by the Sai Organisation in 1986 I
had a dream in which I bowed before Him and He gave me a big pat
on my back.
In 1985, while I was in London
I started to bleed from piles. I decided to spend Christmas in
Puttaparthi so I flew to Bangalore on the 18th December 1985. Baba
happened to be in Brindavan so I went straight there. Meanwhile my
bleeding piles continued and I was alarmed, knowing the
I wrote to Swami for a cure and
He took the note from me the following day at darshan. The profuse
bleeding stopped from that day as if a tap had been turned off. As
I write now on 25 May 1988, two and a half years after the attack,
I am free from recurrent bleeding which is the natural history of
piles. What is more remarkable is that my "bowel habits" have
changed and I no longer suffer from constipation even though my
eating habits and occupation have remained the same. I once
arranged a bhajan in my residence and two of the photographs of
Swami had vibhuti appearing on them from nowhere.
Dr. H.K. Takyi - Ghana,
Consultant Surgeon and Senior Lecturer
Surgery, University of Ghana Medical School