BEWARE of Sathya Sai Baba: 3. My Personal Story - Part 2
Ashok Krishnamurthy
My dear friends,
God-experience and occultism, which are two sides of the same coin,
cannot be proved. They have to be experienced by the person.
I MAYBE willing to forgive a murderer or rapist even, but never an
evil occultist, because the evil occultist commits his/her heinous deeds
in secret against people who have no defense normally or who do not even
know that they are being influenced in an evil manner.
My personal story continues....
The three years we were in Bangalore were really tough. My father seemed
to be possessed, because we saw that he was treating our mother roughly.
All the while, we were praying to Sathya Sai Baba and our sufferings only
intensified. My mother was forced to join a school as a schoolteacher
for the first time. We were behind on the house rent by four months
(luckily we had a very understanding house-owner). After nearly two
years of this kind of life, my mother had an intuition and decided to
intensify her prayers to our family deity in addition to praying to Sathya
Sai Baba. That is when our problems were solved miraculously. My father
decided to give up business all of a sudden as he was incurring
heavy losses. He managed to find a job quickly. We were able to make
both ends meet now. Amazing.
This happened ONLY AFTER my mother intensified her prayers to our
family deity. She also forced my father to sit with her while
praying to our family deity. Still, we all believed in Sai Baba also.
My father got a job in Madras with the same company he had resigned
from in 1969 and we moved back to Madras in 1972.
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In retrospect, I realized that the moment that my mother started to pray
to our family deity, in an intense manner, the bad vibrations from Sai Baba
were warded off to a certain extent and my father began to take the right
decisions. We had never neglected praying to our family deity.
Intensification of prayer of the right kind to the right gods had the
right effects.
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For the next few years, we used to have regular Bhajans or
prayer meetings in our house every Friday which we had begun in Bangalore
but other than that, we prayed very little to Sathya Sai Baba.
Consequently, these years were the happiest of our lives. (In Bangalore,
we used to take active part in the Bhajans in other peoples' houses also
and were very active in the Bhajan Mandalis. That was when we had the
maximum trouble in our family).
Then we had the misfortune to move into a house with bad vibrations for
the first time in our lives. The previous occupants had been very
unhappy and had even told us before leaving that the house caused them a
lot of mental turmoil. In spite of their warnings, we moved in, because
the house was close to my sister's school and my school and was in a real
good neighborhood.
My father, who had been going straight for sometime, was again possessed
by evil forces and decided to do business again! Luckily, my mother had
not resigned her job as a high school teacher (she is still a high school
teacher). This time the losses were terrible. My mother had to sell
almost all of her jewellery, silver and copper vessels, and had to beg for
loans from her father to pay off our debts. It would have been okay if
my father had tried real hard to be a responsible parent, but he has
always been weak. Praise him, and he will do anything for you. Place a
bottle of hard liquor/drink before him, and his mouth will begin to
water. Show him a willing woman and he will start drooling. Let him see
a few horse-racing sheets and he will start betting recklessly.
One evening when we were sitting in the living room wondering what had
again gone wrong, there was a sudden gust of wind through the open
windows and the picture of Sathya Sai Baba framed in glass that was kept
on the sill fell down and broke. It was as if God was warning us that we
were believing in the wrong person and that was why things had again
gotten worse. Of course, we still did not realize it at that time.
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In retrospect, I realized that the bad vibrations in the house, combined
with our continued prayer to Sathya Sai Baba, had again affected the mind
of the person with the weakest moral character in our family - my
father, and brought about an even worse calamity than that of 1969-1971.
God warned us by crashing the picture of Sathya Sai Baba after the
calamity had occurred at the exact moment we were pondering the cause,
but we still foolishly continued to believe in Sathya Sai Baba.
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End story till 1981.
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All this may seem to be weak evidence against Sathya Sai Baba, but my
dear friends, you are yet to hear the best evidence against him in my
future postings wherein, if you can appreciate occultism, I will lay bare
his modus operandi in the greatest detail.
To be continued....
Ashok.K.
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"Place Good and Truth above nation/religion."