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Streaming miracles
From "Anyadha Saranam
Naasthi"
The year 1948:
The New Year arived in colourful glory. As we were waiting for the
New Year
greetings, the postman came and gave us the auspicious letter. The
golden
letter from our Swami. It was a beautiful greeting card with lovely
scenery. He wrote down the names of of every one of us and, after
sending
us all blessings and good wishes in plenty, He asked us all to go
and visit
Him soon.
We landed near His feet on the tenth. He gave us all the news. One
day,
after the bhajan was over, we were all sitting round Him stringing
flowers
into garlands. Along with us, He too was stringing the flowers. At
this
work, none of the ladies could equal Him! Is there any art that He
is not
proficient in? He was making the garlands charmingly thick. He got
up
suddenly and said, "Come on! Come on! Mother Ganga is coming to
visit us." He stood near the huge main gate. After opening the gates, He stood
at the
centre with outstretched hands, and said, " All of you stand back.
None of
you should go even one inch beyond these outstretched hands of mine.
See
there. Ganga is rushing here." With great
ferocity, its waves rising high in the sky, the river was
approaching us,
fuming and frothing with a roaring noise. It came quite near.
"Oh! God! It may swallow us". We children felt scared. The river
came very
near to Swami. It was touching the hem of His robe. Except the
roaring
water, we could not see any trees or shrubs that were there till
then. Sai
Maa extended His/Her hands forward and touched the river. The
stretch of
water under His hands immediately became serene. The river water
beyond His
outstretched hands was still frighteningly turbulent. Swami glanced
at us
and said, "Go inside, and bring flowers, coconuts, turmeric powder
and
kumkum". After we brought them, we all offered flowers, turmeric
powder and
kumkum to the River Goddess. We were still nervous. Swami broke the
coconuts, offered them to Mother Ganga and, keeping His palms
of the surface of the river, said, "We are very happy that you came
to
visit us. Now, please go back, Ganga!". While saying this, He
affectionately patted the waves with both His hands. As if thrilled
by His
gentle touch, its furty subsided, and it receded completely. We
rubbed our
eyes and gazed in disbelief in aill four directions. Not even a drop
of
water was to be seen anywhere around. There was no trace of water on
the
ground. Swami's robe was also dry. Surpise! A mighty surprise! It
went
back as suddenly as it had come. How nicely the river halted before
Swami,
as if a wall was built with its waves! We were baffled; because
Swami was
standing still, we felt worried that the river might come back! The
Director
ofr these marvellous miracles laughed out loud and pointed His feet
to us. A garland of big jasmine flowers was woven around His small, cute
feet! He
took it into His hands, smelled it, and distributed the flowers from
it to
everyone. Each jasmine flower was almost the size of a rose, and was
softer
to touch than cotton. Its sweet fragrance soon spread in all
directions. We reverentially placed those flowers on our eyes and then wore them
in our
hair. We could not understand this miracle, however hard we tried! Source:
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