BEWARE of Sathya Sai Baba: 3. My Personal Story - Part 4 - ALL MUST READ THIS!
Ashok Krishnamurthy
Dear friends,
The reactions received so far for my postings on this subject prompt me
to make the follolwing comments:
1. Some Indians have expressed the feeling that I am betraying India and
have run away to a "better" country (the U.S.). Let me state that I am a
human being being first and an Indian next and last. India has always
been a country that loves Truth and desires the welfare of the whole
world, unlike many of the other countries in this world. The spiritual
secrets of India have been shared with one and all, unlike the Chinese,
for example, who hounded Bruce Lee and finally killed him for revealing
the secrets of Kung-Fu or whatever (This does not mean that I am against
the Chinese - I believe that the world is the abode of God and one must
support Good wherever one finds It, and destroy evil wherever it is
found. Bruce Lee was just an example).
America, though a beautiful country (as all countries are), has its own
share of problems and I do not believe it is a "better" country in the
spiritual sense. I believe in One God and Many Paths to the same Goal.
Just as I am quick to point out the good/defects in India (in my opinion
and experience) as it is today, I am quick to point out the good/defects
in others too, that is all.
2. Some people have asked me if I am not facing any repercussions for
publishing these articles. Here is my answer:
YES. The repercussions started way back in 1986 (especially) and are
continuing even today. The Sathya Sai Baba group started it first in
India because they saw that I knew, to a great extent, what was going on
(and I was also a Brahmin). Today, in the U.S., the repercussions are
from the evil occultists belonging to the following groups:
1. The Sathya Sai Baba group (with Indian, American White and Black
devotees, African etc.- A related point about Africa, the Dark continent is
that:it is significant that the only foreign country Sathya Sai Baba has
visited so far is South Africa, at the age of 19, I think. Maybe that is
where he got his Afro-hair from and learnt some techniques such as
voodooism, Black magic, etc.).
2. The Chinese/Oriental(Koreans, Thai, etc.,etc.) group
3. The Muslim group
4. The plain American White and Black groups.
The Sathya Sai Baba group has been very clever in allying themselves with
groups 2, 3 and 4. This concentrated occult attack began especially from
PennState, which is a good place aacademically, but VERY BAD spiritually,
because of the four above-mentioned groups being present there in strong
force.
Why should these evil groups be interested in a foreigner like me?
Because they believe (rightly or wrongly, I do not know) that I can foil
their evil designs, and hence they see me as a threat wherever I am.
Also, I belong to the Good, and a snake will recognize a mongoose wherever
that mongoose is.
3. Some have classified me as paranoid and I do not really blame them.
For people who cannot understand the occult and its ways of working, some
of my postings (especially #2 on modus operandi) may sound typically like
those of a paranoid person. I repeat, the fight goes on primarily at the
mental level (sometimes by use of physical objects), with physical,
mental and spiritual ramifications. The number of predators is
few compared to the number of prey. Similarly, 80 % of the people in the
world are good, only the reminder is evil. This holds true for every
group, nation, etc. as well.
4. One person said that SSB was a good person and a saint but those
around him were crooked. Pray tell me, if the saint cannot recognize the
evil going on right under his very nose, is he fit to be called a saint?
So there it is. You may believe or disbelieve me, it is your choice and
prerogative. Whatever your choice, the truth cannot be changed and I
have put it down as clearly as I can.
My personal story continues:
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I joined the Sathya Sai Institute at Puttaparthi in May/June, 1987 as an
MBA student, still continuing to believe in SSB. Since I was already in
a highly sensitive state due to strict celibacy and intense meditation,
within the first 4-6 months of my being there, my belief in SSB (Sathya
Sai Baba) underwent a complete reversal. I began to see exactly what was
going on in the name of religion. I am going to first deal with the
physical events that can be understood by all, and then talk about occult
events and observations which only some of you may be able to appreciate -
events which proved to me that SSB and Co. were not to be trusted.
1. The first lie that I was told was as follows:
Some of you may recall from my last posting that the people residing in
Thirumangalam, Madras, India did not want the name of the village to be
changed and almost beat us up.
An MBA student (I am withholding his name for obvious reasons) asked me:
"Are you from Madras?".
"Yes", I said.
"Have you heard of Thirmangalam village in Madras which is considered to
be the model village for social service (SSB had referred to it on
numerous occasions in his speeches) and talked about a lot in our
organization in India and other places?"
"Yes", I quietly replied.
"Well, it seems that the villagers of Thirumangalam wanted to rename it
as Sathya Sai Nagar, but Swami (SSB) refused to do that as he did not
want anything to be named after him. Isn't he very humble?"
You can imagine my surprise! I was glad that I had not told him
beforehand that I was part and parcel of the Thirumangalam village social
service group! This is how the failure of the SSB organization was
covered up. A false story was circulated to maintain the prestige of
the organization. There are many other instances of lies and rumors
being spread around but I wanted to quote one that intimately concerned me.
2. I soon realized that there was a big spy system in the hostel. There
is only one hostel for males which houses students from the eighth grade
to Ph.D. The rooms are big and there are usually 10-15 students or more
per room. Each student has a cupboard and a chair. We used to sleep
right beneath our cupboards or go up to the terrace (top of the hostel) in
the summer. This kind of dormitory type living was quite enjoyable as we
were to able to make many friends from different parts of India, and the
world, in some cases. It also had lot of advantages for the SSB orgn.
(organization) because only a few spies were required for each room and
for the entire hostel. Every personal detail (when does he get up, what
does he do, speak, etc.) was reported to the authorities. I soon came to
recognize the spies in the hostel (easy because of my high sensitivity at
that point of time) and was very cordial with them. If you antagonized
an "important person" you were in trouble. You could be kicked out of the
hostel on trumped-up charges. It had happened on earlier occasions to
some students.
Some old students warned me to keep away from certain students because
they were supposed to be gay. Also, I was asked not to go to dark
corners or close to the solar panels on the hostel-top terrace,
especially in the night. Gay activities were going on there and it would
be best if I kept away from those areas and people. I have not actually
witnessed any gay activities myself but realized that the old students
had warned me wisely, as explained below.
3. I noticed a Ph.D. student, one Sonam Gyamtso, particularly, because
he was (and still is - his expulsion from the SSB orgn. is just a lie
like other lies, a sham to fool and assuage the feelings of the public who
came to know of his gay activities - he has got tremendous occult powers
and I presume he is from Tibet or Nepal or one of those countries because
he looks Oriental in appearance) a VIP (very important person) in the SSB
orgn. For one thing I was getting tremendous bad vibrations from him.
For another, I noticed him on many occasions on his out-of-body (OB)
travels. I also saw that he was keeping a watch over me because he
managed to move to the room opposite mine (he was not living there
initially) and used to get up at 3.30 am in the morning when I used to
get up (For about 5 or 6 months, I was engaged in VERY INTENSE
meditation - and used to meditate for at leas two hours in the morning and
at least 1.5 hours in the evening) and follow me to the terrace where I
chose a deserted corner to meditate. I ignored him as he went about on the
terrace far away from me, but soon began to notice that there were
disturbances to my meditation. Because of my highly sensitive state, I
also perceived that he was trying to transfer bad thoughts and
disturb my meditation, especially during his OB travels. I could do
nothing about it. He was/is a VIP and I did not want to get kicked out
of the hostel. He had already been responsible, as the story went, for
the expulsion of some students who had dared to call him gay. He was
SSB's favorite not only because he sang well, composed Bhajan songs, and
played musical instruments, but presumably for other reasons as well.
Once I got up around 3 am all of a sudden and I found him staring at me
through the window of my room (the rooms have windows on the inside of
the building, too). I was pretty shaken up and kept well away from him
though he seemed terribly interested in me. I soon realized that he was
not interested in me as a gay partner, but he was intent on disturbing my
meditation and psyching me so that I did not get at the truth of things
in SSB orgn. A snake and mongoose situation. I also saw that he was
definitely controlling some spirits and jinns and could even see how he
called them by name (he used to raise his head up, half-close his eyes
and his larynx moved without uttering any audible sound). All this was
possible because of the highly sensitive state I was in. Also, he placed
his jinns and spirits in various places in the hostel and college.
Ususally, a cloth or some such object was planted in the vicinity of the
area he wanted watched. I was able to even see the spirits and jinns
that were trained to observe what students were doing in the college and
hostel (in the rooms, bathrooms, etc.). They were using all tools -
physical spy system, occult spy system, OB travel, etc.). I noticed him
many times in the college. After classes were over, he used to go to
some rooms alone and close the door. I can guess what he was doing behind
closed doors in the college after-hours (occult reason). Soon he began
to run away from me (sometimes), because, apparently, his "work" was
getting disturbed if I was around. My good vibrations (especially when
intense) were hampering his exercise of occultism. There was/is absolutely
no doubt whatsoever, that he was/is a very important member of the SSB
orgn., one of the inner elite and he is the source of a lot of info. for
SSB and Co.
Sorry for mixing up occultism and physical evidence. Anyway, I had
noticed, on many occasions, that he was particularly fond of a boy of the
eighth or the ninth grade in the hostel and used to publicly fondle him!
He used to play with the boy's nose, put his arms around the boy's
shoulders, caress him etc.,! I could see that the boy did not like it,
but he had no choice. None of us had any choice either. We were all
(almost the entire hostel saw what was going on, on many occasions)
helpless because he was one of SSB's favorites and very dangerous to
tangle with.
One evening, I went to the library and was returning to the hostel after
the darshan in the evening (every evening, after school, we had to go to the
"Ashram" for darshan or seeing SSB - we were there from 4.15 pm to 6.30
pm every evening; all classes had games one day of the week - different
days for each class - and were exempt from darshan. Darshan was
complusory! Boys who did not want to go were forced to; rooms and even
bathrooms were searched every evening to seek out boys trying to hide and
avoid darshan. I realized why this Nazi-type of search was going on one
day. I saw a lady occultist, very evil, clothed in white, carrying
some vegetables in her bag. She was going towards the kitchen in the
hostel. Of course, I realized at once what she was doing - the
vegetables, imbued with bad vibrations would be mixed in the food and
distributed to all students - another occultist trick. I was not
supposed to be there in the hostel at 10.30 am when all were expected to
be in class. I had gone there with my teacher's permission to get some
homework material which I had forgetfully left in my room. The SSB guys
sensed immediately that I had identified yet another very important
member of the SSB orgn. and the very next day, notices were posted in the
hostel and the college that no one was allowed to go to the hostel during
"forbidden hours" whatever the reasons. I asked some of the older
students who had been there for many years if anything of this kind had
been done before and they replied that though generally no one went to
the hostel to the hostel during the "forbidden hours", they had never
ever made such a hue and cry about it. So far I had identified Sonam,
the hostel cook Venkatachalam, the old lady clothed in white who stayed
in one of the houses beyond the hostel, away from the Ashram, and some
others as key members of the SSB orgn., belongong to the inner evil
occultist core that along with SSB decided the fate of many ignorant
believers. And they did not like it one little bit. They were also
sensitive to my discoveries in an occult sense and they did not like my
penetration into the inner core of the SSB orgn. I had also seen, on
many occasions, in the middle of the night, after 11.30 pm, when mostly
everyone was asleep in the hostel and elsewhere in the Ashram, some
students have a bath and dress up really neatly with perfume all over
their clothes and body, going towards the Ashram. Some of the windows in
my room faced the road also. I used to wonder, at first, why the boys
should dress up so neatly as if they were off to a party or something. I
do not have to spell out the reasons to you all, I think. The point was,
I was correctly identifying the key players in the SSB orgn. and that
irked them. I will mention more about these key people in the SSB orgn.,
at the risk of being killed before I post my next article. For instance,
R.K. Sehgal, who was the Dean of the Faculty of Business Management, is
one of the most important people in the SSB orgn. Many people do not
know that, but he decides a lot about suppliers of equipment, items
needed,, etc., etc. He is also one of the most evil occultists I have
ever met in my life. I had hoped that I would never see him again in my
life, but I was wrong. I saw Rama Kanth Sehgal in Portland, in the first
week of January, 1993 where I was doing my M.S. in Materials Science and
Engineering at the Oregon Graduate Institute of Science and Technology.
It was January 6th, if I remember correctly. What he was doing there
about a mile away from my school, in the U.S. so far from his HQ at
Puttaparthi, A.P., India, I can only guess. Maybe he came to visit a
friend. Also, after leaving Puttaparthi, I saw Sonam on many occasions
in Madras (once going on a motorbike with Mr. Meganathan, on Kodambakkam
High Road in Madras) in the vicinity of my house. I saw him once in
I.I.T., Madras in 1991 when I went there to get my recommendations for
admission to colleges in the U.S. He was just beyond the Dept. of
Metallurgical Engineering where I was going to get my recos/references.
I am not quite sure, but I think I saw him or someone who resembles him
in the U.S. on two occasions, once in Portland and once in Newark,
Delaware, where I live now - I am not sure about seeing Sonam in the
U.S., though. I do not want to sound paranoid so I leave it to the
readers to make what they can of this. There is absolutely no doubt about
seeing R.K. Sehgal in Portland. Also, I am not given to hallucinations).
Sorry for the digression again. Long-suppressed/forgotten thoughts seem
to be tearing out of me today. I have often wondered: have I harmed
anyone knowingly? No. Not even unknowingly. Did I do any harm to
anyone before I entered Puttaparthi to do my M.B.A. degree in 1987,
during my life as an employee of M/s. Sundaram Clayton Ltd., Madras (part of
the TVS group of companies)? Not to my knowledge. Did I do any harm to
anyone EVER? Not so far in my life, to date ( and never will). I could
only guess that it was a snake and mongoose situation (as it is even today).
Anyway, getting back to the story, I noticed as I came to the hostel
around 7.30 pm from the library that no one was around (as it was
dinner-time). As I entered the gates of the hostel, I saw Sonam standing
on the steps of the hostel. A fair man was standing just beneath him on
the steps and was shouting loudly at Sonam. His son was standing next to
him and guess who the son was! It was Sonam's favorite boy from the
eighth or ninth grade whom he used to publicly fondle. The man suddenly
reached up and slapped Sonam soundly! No one was around except we four!
All were in the dining hall, having dinner. The man told Sonam,"If you
ever lay your hands on my son again, I will kill you." These were the
exact words he used. I quickly vanished from the scene, taking a
roundabout route via the sides of the hostel to go to my room to pick up
my dinner-plate. Why should I get into trouble? It was the most
shameful act of my life - running away from the scene because of fear
when I should have also supported the man and probably given Sonam a
sound thrashing. As I went up to my room, I thought of Rabindranath
Tagore's wonderful verse from the Geethanjali (verse 35, I think) which I
could (and can) always quote from memory:
" Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow
domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of dead habit;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection,
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and
action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."
(I would add, "....let ALL countries awake.")
I was ashamed that as a human being and an Indian, I should shy away from
fighting against injustice.
I learnt later that the man was from England, and he and his wife had
trusted SSB and left their son in his care, only to be abused by Sonam,
the favorite of SSB, because of his occult powers. I never saw that boy
again or his father. Hope they left Puttaparthi alive.
4. The next physical incident relates to a murder at Puttaparthi which
was passed off as a suicide. But then, I am weary today, and hungry
too. Hope I can publish the rest of the story soon.
Do pray for me.
To be continued....
Ashok.K.
--
"Place Good and Truth above nation/religion."