The Dancer

When I was 10 my family moved to a house where we lived for 15 years. It was an old house, probably built in the 40's. I don't think the house history is very relevant to this story. However this 'dancing girl' seemed come with the house so to speak.
I have always been obsessed with music and was one of those kids who constantly sings and dances around the house. When we moved to this house I immediately got the feeling I wasn't alone while I was rocking out. You know that 'feeling' someone's watching? I'd felt that before when I was much younger, but I'd never felt it while dancing.
As time went on I started to feel a presence close by in the living room where I was dancing and then I started to notice vibrations in the floor, felt as if someone was dancing along side me. (No sub woofer shaking the floor.) The vibrations intrigued me and scared me in equal parts. I told mum, who's open minded to these things. Mum said "Sounds like you've got a little spirit friend." I agreed and sort of got used to it.
At the same time this was going on, almost every night we'd hear things go 'bump' in the night. Particularly things in the kitchen being moved about, trinkets on window sills especially. One ornament was constantly being 'played' with. This one was a wicker rabbit basket with a little toy baby inside. The lid of the rabbit was always found open in the morning. My bedroom was close to the kitchen and I could hear things being moved about after everyone had gone to bed. Mum and I also heard the occasional voice of a female. It never said anything, it was more like a sigh or a slight laugh. The sort of noise you make when you're trying to be quiet. We put it down to the mystery dancer, mum called her the 'little girl'.
The 'little girl' really started to make herself known when I got my first cd player and cd's. This was the 90's, before mp3's.
The cd player display would show a track number for a second or so, either while a song was playing or while stopped. But this was not a function on the machine, the track number didn't correspond to a track that was playing, or programmed to play next. This could have been a malfunction in the unit. But it then started to happen to the other cd players in the house (all different makes and models). All would do the same thing.
I'll try to demonstrate what happened... Say track 4 was playing and it was business as usual on the display. Then let's say track 9 displayed for a couple of seconds. Then back to displaying the correct track that was playing, in this example track 4. The sound from the track playing wasn't disrupted, only the display on the machine. You had to be physically looking at the display to know if/when it was happening. It was different tracks all the time and we felt as though the little girl was trying to tell us she wanted to hear which ever track number would randomly appear on the display.
I was a massive Madonna fan when I was a kid and it only ever happened with Madonna cd's, never with anything else. You'd be right to wonder what condition my Madonna cd's were in, as young kids don't go hand in hand with caution and care. But I was, still am, very careful with my stuff. Still got all my childhood cd's and none of them have scratches. (I was shocked by the pristine condition of my old cd's when ripping everything on itunes a few years ago. Pretty proud of that.) Enough trumpet blowing about that though.
I don't understand how a ghost could possibly change the display at will. But none the less it seemed very odd the same thing would happen to all 3 cd players in the house, when a Madonna cd was in the machine.
Mum noticed a hand print in the dust of one of the cd players one day. The hand print could have been made by anyone in the house. We compared everyone's hands to the print and no one's matched the size of the print. But still it could have been made by anyone who came through the house.
Probably the most amusing Madonna cd moment happened when no one was home. I got home from school one day to find one of the album booklets opened on my bed. I didn't leave it there, not on a school day and particularly NOT that album. There was one Madonna album that I always kept hidden away in case my Grandma dropped by and accidentally saw it. The album had provocative artwork in the booklet. My parents were cool with it but it wasn't the sort of thing to show Granny. We didn't have any teenage boys in the house either that could account for interest in *that* album art. The cd booklet moment remains a bit of a mystery, we always put it down to the little girl.
Fast forward to a couple of years later. I was almost thirteen and by now was discovering other music, bands like Nine Inch Nails, Pearl Jam etc. Music unlike Madonna. The cd players stopped displaying random track numbers at this time. I had stopped feeling the presence and stopped experiencing vibrations in the floor. Also the kitchen had stopped going bump in the night.
When I was about 13, well and truly into other music by this time. The 'little girl' was no longer something I thought of regularly. One night around this age I woke up in the middle of the night. Something I hardly ever do. My bedroom felt weird, not positive, not negative, but an abnormal kind of feeling. I felt compelled to get out of bed. No reason to, it was this feeling that I 'should' get out of bed. As if I was being asked to, it was strange.
I got out of bed, opened my bedroom door which opened out to the lounge room. To my right the sofa. The sofa was facing the same direction I was standing, the arm of the sofa was beside my right leg. I saw what I thought for a nano second to be my mum laying on the sofa (as she does when watching TV). But all the lights were off, so was the TV. At first I saw legs laying on the sofa, the legs were wearing bright orange lycra tights. I followed the legs up the body and to the face. It was a young woman aged 20 or so, very pretty, wearing some sort of dancing attire. She appeared to be sleeping or resting on the sofa. Her hair was bright blonde and pulled into a tight ponytail which dangled over the arm of the sofa near my right leg. (her head was right beside me, her legs on the far side of the sofa to me.) I froze and at this point I think I gasped or made some kind of noise. The woman seemed to evaporate into thin air. I was still frozen staring at the sofa. Then a cushion which her head had rested on started to shake violently. The cushion couldn't have been more than an inch from my hand. I filled with terror and ran into my mum's room.
I woke mum up blurting something like "Mum wake up, the girl, she's on the sofa, she's not a kid, she's an adult!" My mum is completely unfazed by ghosts. Mum, bless her, replies very tired and half asleep "Oh how wonderful. Don't worry she just wants to say hi." I completely disagreed with this and wanted to tell her about the cushion. But was too scared to say any more. Mum was back to sleep within seconds. (Thanks mum!) I stood in mum's bedroom for what felt like a long time but was probably about half an hour. I looked out mum's bedroom window, frightened the woman would come in the door behind me, I don't think she did. I could feel a strange feeling still coming from the lounge room. When the strange feeling had dissipated I bolted back through the lounge past that sofa to my bedroom and threw the covers over my head. Morning couldn't come quick enough!
I still get scared just thinking about it.
The sofa incident happened around '94. My impression at the time was that she had really NOT liked my change in musical taste. But I was 13 or so when I jumped to that conclusion. My impression today is that it's something I don't understand. I don't know why she did that.
As a side note I was completely shocked to see she was an adult, not a child. All that time I had assumed she was 'my age'. I don't know why this detail floored me, perhaps it was the nature of the reveal.
I didn't experience much from her for many years, apart from feeling a presence every once in a while. Not a bad presence either. Years went on and I hardly thought of her at all.
Fast forward again to 2005, I was 24 and beginning a new relationship with a man whom I was with for 3 years. I was totally in love with this guy and it felt like the most amazing romance ever.
The first time I stayed at his place I woke up in the middle of the night, again not like me. The same feeling from '94 was in his room, and this time I had the urge to stay in bed. I sat up, my boyfriend was asleep. As soon as I propped myself up I felt like something was on the bed. I saw the same cushion from all those years ago on the bed covers on my stomach, it was shaking violently as it did the first time. The leotard wearing woman was sitting on the bed, I think. She was whispering in an angry tone "Get out, get out" over and over. She started to appear at the edge of the bed beside me. At first she was faint and then she sort of faded into clarity. I hid under the covers and I assume she got clearer, I don't know. I could feel 'something' pushing me out of the bed. It wasn't a physical sensation, more like a strong will. But there was NO way I was getting out of that bed. I could hear her voice getting closer to my ear. My boyfriend, who was facing the other direction, on his side, started to stir. He said, in a tired state, "Come on, over here" He thought it was me whispering at the cat to get out of the room. Everything went quiet and still at this point and he went back to sleep, completely oblivious.
I was very scared that night but it wasn't as bad as the first time. I don't understand where the cushion came from. It was the same one from when I was a kid, it wasn't there in the physical sense this time. The first time it was an actual physical cushion we had for years. But obviously that same cushion was not physically in my boyfriend's room.
I didn't want to tell anybody what happened this time. I asked my boyfriend if he heard anything the next morning. He said he heard me telling his cat to get out. I didn't want to elaborate on that. I was too scared to.
That relationship with that man turned out to be some of the worst years of my life. It was an emotionally abusive relationship. The dancer woman, with hindsight I believe, was telling me to 'get out' of the relationship. I think deep down I somehow knew this and that's why I didn't want to tell anybody.
That was years ago and I've completely recovered from that time in my life. I guess the dancing girl is here to stay. I've felt her presence over the years since then. Still don't get why she had to scare me back when I was 13 though. Maybe she really didn't like my new love of rock music. Or maybe there was an underlying wisdom to her madness that I've yet to comprehend. When I got out of that abusive relationship I thanked her by playing some Madonna. I think she got my message.
I would love to know more about her, perhaps I'll open a dialogue with her at some point. But I don't want to invite any wrath either.
And boy can she make her temper felt!
Thanks for reading.

                              


                                   

Evil Feeling 2

 

So I should have put this in my original story but thought it was long enough as it is.

Last week was when the sound of the light switches started, me and a different friend were down in the garage playing pool and when we came back upstairs she went back into my room while I stayed in the kitchen making a hot chocolate. Then that's when I heard the sound of a light switch going on and off for the first time. When I went back upstairs I didn't tell my friend because she grew up with this kind of stuff and I didn't want to scare her and make her want to go home.

Two hours later we went back downstairs because she wanted to make a hot chocolate. While she was doing this, I was on the balcony having a smoke, when all of a sudden she sprinted out into the balcony really frightened and she said that she could hear a light switch going on and off. Remember, I didn't tell her about how I heard the same thing so she had no idea and she couldn't have just made it up. She hates this kind of stuff and hates even talking about it so she wouldn't joke about it.

Also I just need to say after I posted the first story (Evil Feeling) I went to go pick up the friend from this story because she was going to stay that night but when we got home two chairs from the dining table had moved and were facing each other. I asked my dad but he said he didn't come home all day because he was busy at work.

I will post anything else that happens because I feel like I need some help and my dad is a logical thinker and doesn't believe in this kind of stuff so he just laughs at me when I tell him. So it is really nice to be able to talk to people who kind of understand what I am feeling.

                                     
                                                        

The Dog Shadow

This experience I've had happened in 2013 over the winter. My mother and I were sitting in my room on my bed bonding and talking about whatever there was to talk about. To give you an idea of my room: Once you enter, my bed is up against the left wall, I have my dresser right beside my bed, my closet would be right beside you, and on the right wall I have my TV, and my window with curtains on it. My room is connected to a room that my grandmother calls the green room. It just contains plants, her watering cans, planting tools etc.
So my mother and I were speaking and she looked toward my window and she just kept staring. So I looked toward the window and saw the shadowy outline of a dog, it looked like a German Shepherd. At first I was like, "Why is there a dog at my window?" Then I realized that it was winter and my grandmother ALWAYS leaves the door to the green room locked. That's when my mother and I realized that this shadow was a spirit because nothing could have gotten in or could have gotten out.
For some reason I was really scared. I couldn't see the spirit, but it was so intimidating because of its stance and the way its tail was wagging. I turned to my mom and asked, "Can you please go and check what is behind those curtains at my window? I don't want to do it." I was so scared I was just sitting there staring at the dog to see if it would do anything. My mom looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Hell no. I'm not getting up." So I grabbed my cell phone and called my father to come and see what this was.
Twenty minutes later, the shadow was still there. I heard my father enter the house and I yelled out, "DAD! COME NOW! HURRY." He rushed into my room and my mother told him that there was a shadow at my window. He looked towards the window, saw the shadow, hesitated and walked over. The shadow is still there in the same position. When he pulled back the curtains - guess what? NOTHING WAS THERE. We were so confused because we all saw the shadow there. Where could it have gone?
I don't know my house's history, and I certainly don't know if the past owners had a dog. But still until this day, I think about that shadow at my window and where it came from.

A Hand In The Depths

what I am about to narrate is not my own experience, but my late mother's. My mother had died when I was in 6th Grade.

My mom's house is in a little village in the state of Kerala, in India. The house was situated on the bank of a small river (it is the tributary to one of the bigger rivers in Kerala). The house is no longer there, having been torn down by my uncle to build a monstrosity of modern architecture in 1990s. The house was very old and I loved it very much because of its location by the river.

I used to think that my mom had the best of all places to grow up in. Of course, she was lucky to be in the midst of all the greenery, on the bank of a beautiful river. But there was a darker shade to it too.

There was a log bridge over the section of the river where it was least wide. The log bridge was made out of two logs of coconut trees, supported on other coconut trunk logs driven deep into the bottom of the river. There was a rope strung along the bridge to hold for support. I remember this bridge, from faint memories, when I had visited my mom's house in the distant past. The bridge has been replaced with a concrete bridge, the river has been clogged with weeds and the water doesn't seem to flow at all nowadays.

My mom, her brothers and her sisters all used to bathe in the river. They used to jump off the log bridge into the river, swim around and take bath on the bank, where steps had been cut into it to the side. One time when my mom was in her teens, she decided to go for a bath in the evening. None of her brothers were at home and her sisters were in the kitchen, helping their mother.

She got on top of the log bridge, jumped off into the water. She was swimming around. To the right of the log bridge, at a distance of 10 meters, there was a deep section of the river. Her parents had strictly warned my mom and her sisters to never swim in this section of the river. While she was swimming she saw a tortoise in the water and swam after it to catch it.

She didn't realize that she was swimming into the deep section. Suddenly the tortoise duck into the water and disappeared. Disappointed, she decided to swim back to the log bridge and start her bath. Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her leg and pull her deep into the water.

It was spring season, the water wasn't that cold. But she used to swear to us that the hand that grabbed her leg was icy cold. And she used to say that she knew it was a hand itself because she knew how the underwater plants and weeds feel like on your skin or cling to your skin.

She started screaming loudly. Suddenly a neighbor saw her, ran, dove into the river, caught her by her hair, and dragged her closer to the steps in the banks. By this time, she had fainted.

When she woke up, all the family was around her. They were enquiring as to what happened. She explained about the hand grabbing her leg and pulling her down. My grandparents calmed my mom down saying it is only a cluster of weeds in which she had caught her leg in and it's not a big issue and warned her not to swim in that section again. My mom was not so convinced, but let it go. For a week she used to have nightmares of the hand grabbing her leg.

A few weeks later, my mom and her sisters was visiting the neighbors. The old lady at their house, close to 102 years, told her that the particular section of the river is haunted. Her aunt, who was jilted in love, had committed suicide by jumping into river at same location (where my mom's leg was grabbed) when the old lady was still a child and it was her spirit that is haunting the river.

My mom and her sisters sat there with chills in their bones. The old lady's daughter also confirmed the same that the aunt was reported to have committed suicide there and her spirit doesn't want anybody to be happy and tries to make everyone who swims in the deeper section suffer. When my mom asked her parents, they did know about it all but didn't want to scare any of their children.

My mom and her sisters never went swimming in the river again and switched to bathing in a pool, built close to the house.

The evil doll

We've read through your ghost stories and picked out ten of our favorites. Read on for tales of creepy photos, scary basements, a haunted daycare center, and one very, very unwelcome visitor.

My mother [...] had a large Shirley Temple doll when she was little whose eyes she says followed her, literally. She hated that doll, and it ended up buried somewhere, only to resurface when she was much older. She would not tell me the rest of the story until I begged her, and made me promise not to ask my aunt about it, and to not mention it again after she told me.

She gave the doll to my cousin. Why she did this, I can't imagine. She says that she had convinced herself that she was imagining things as a child herself, but seriously?

Anyway, my cousin is playing with the doll one day, when my aunt comes in and finds the doll TALKING to my cousin. So, she promptly freaks the fuck out, and takes the doll away. My uncle buried it, in pieces, as it continued to laugh up a storm.

That shit is evil.

I asked my aunt about it (against my mom's wishes), and she simply said, "I don't want to talk about it."

History of Independent India

How India got Freedom - The History of Independence Struggle

The British first came to India in the 1600s for the sole purpose of trade. They set up a ompany in Calcutta, originally called the Governor and Company of Merchants of London trading into the East Indies which later came to be known as the East India Company.

The Battle of Plassey (1757-1758)

With the growth and spread of the company, the British gained power and slowly started to excise control of larger areas with the use of private armies and military powers. The Nawab of Bengal, Siraj-ud-daulah objected to the British expanding and gaining control and the strengthening of their roots in India. Robert Clive bribed Mir Jafar, the commander in chief of Nawab’s army and attacked, defeated and took over Calcutta. The Nawab of Bengal in turn retaliated and attacked the British and held prisoners of war. The growing tension between Siraj-ud-daulah and the British finally resulted in the Battle of Plassey, (1757-1758). This war is very significant for the history of India, for it resulted in the British finally taking control and ruling India for the next 200 years, in what came to be known as the British Raj.

Revolt of 1857

There had been many instances where the various princely states resisted, fought and eventually succumbed to the British rule, battles were fought and lost. The most eminent turning point and the real struggle for freedom started after the Revolt of 1857 or India's First War of Independence. Most of north and central India extensively rebelled against the East India Company but were defeated and the control of the company was reinstated to the British.

The introduction of modern education in India by Vivekanada, and the various poems and sonnets written by several educated and knowledgeable individuals increased awareness amongst people. This resulted in colonial India gaining awareness and starting to finally dream of a free nation. This was further aggravated by the formation of various organized groups like the Indian National Congress and various socio-religious groups formed by the likes of Raja Ram Mohan Roy, Ramakrishna Paramhansa and Swami Dayananda Saraswat to name a few. 

Partition of Bengal (1905)

The Indian National Congress formed in 1885, was a political organization formed for the educated Indians to lend a voice to the people of the country in the British Raj. The Muslim community was apprehensive and claimed they didn’t have adequate representation because they were a minority and hence refused to join the group. Religious conflicts and attacks on the Muslims by Hindus due to cow-slaughter and religious conversions only confirmed this notion.

The state of Bengal, because of its large area was getting difficult to rule. Lord Curzon ordered a division of Bengal into East Bengal (now Bangladesh) and West Bengal to increase administrative efficiency and followed the basic theory of divide and rule. Another reason for the partition was the increasing tension and conflicts between the Hindu and Muslim communities of region. This led to the formation of the All India Muslim League in Dhaka, for the sole purpose of lending a voice to the Muslim community and looking after their interests.

During The First World War India wholeheartedly supported the British by providing soldiers, food and amenities and in turn was later rewarded with Edwin Montagu announcing that Indians were now going to be given more administrative powers and gradually could become a self governing nation under the British rule. Power was divided where Indian political leaders gained control of some sections while the British retained powers over delicate matters like law, finance and taxation. However, the impact of the war was terribly felt, India suffered greatly in terms of inflation and a breakout of the epidemic, influenza. 

Satyagraha Movement & Rowlatt Act (1919)

The Satyagraha movement in Chamaparan, Bihar resulted in the British retaliating and making a Rowlatt Act which gave the British powers to arrest activists and demonstrators without a trial, control of the press, and even arresting people suspicious of any agitation or treason. This was met with a nation-wide protest and an anti-Rowlatt Act campaign governed by non-violence was taken out, accompanied with demonstrations, strikes, protests and termination of work through the nation. 

Jallianwala Bagh (April 1919)

The British officials became wary and always fearing a rebellion and in turn attacking the demonstration taken out by people. This was what triggered the Jallianwala Bagh tragedy. Around 15000 men, women, elders and children had gathered in Jallianwala Bagh for a meeting on Baisakhi, 13th April 1919 to protest silently to the rule made by Brigadier General Reginald E.H Dyer to make every Indian crawl the same stretch of the street where an English woman was previously attacked by a mob. On hearing of the meeting, General Dyer reached the premises blocking the only exits his armed men. Without any warning to the crowd, he instructed his men to start shooting at the crowd and to continue shooting till the ammunition finished. This action was met by outrage accompanied with protests and demonstrations in the whole country. This was one of the key factors that started the Indian Independence Movement and later the ‘Quit India Movement’.

After World War II, British rulers could see that their power over India was diminishing, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain their hold. At the same time the freedom fighters were becoming more determined to get rid of the British clutches and have a nation ruled by its own people. 
During the Great depression that followed the war, India suffered in a major way, in terms of mass unemployment, inflation and famine which added to the country’s turmoil. This mayhem was followed by the Quit India Movement lead by the Indian National Congress. 

Independence Day (August 15, 1947)

India became an independent nation following the famous non-violence resistance and civil disobedience movement initiated by the Indian National Congress and carried out nation wide. With the Hindu and Muslim community always at odds and violence and riots breaking out, the British leaders finally decided to relieve India from their clasps in June 1948. However, the viceroy after having decided to withdraw and bring an end to the British Raj in India decided to move up the proceeding after seeing the state and the uncontrollable chaos, riots and upheaval in India and the continuous demands for a separate Muslim state. 

In June 1947, Muslim League and the Congress Party decided to partition India along religious lines. Thus, on the 14th of August, Punjab was divided and a new separate nation, Pakistan was born. On 15th August, 1947, Jawaharlal Nehru read out his famous speech “Tryst with Destiny” at midnight announcing India was a free nation. The British had finally retreated and India was reborn as a free and independent nation. Jawaharlal Nehru, one of the most eminent freedom fighters who India owes her Independence to, was sworn the first Prime Minister of independent, free India.

Partition of India (1947)

The breakout of riots, violence and a constant demand for a separate nation for the Muslims was becoming a constant factor at the fag end of the freedom movement. The Muslim League in 1946 followed Jinnah’s orders for a Direct Action Day to demand a new state, when the party leaders got arrested because of their resistance to the war. The Muslim League was in accordance with the British. Members of this group acted out irrationally creating havoc and violence in north India, costing thousands of lives. This in turn was concluded to be an irreconcilable dispute between Hindus and Muslims and a new nation for the Muslim was agreed to. 

Nearly 15 million refugees crossed the borders during the partition on the two sides with Hindus and Sikhs moving from Pakistan to India and Muslims from India moving to Pakistan, making it one of the largest migrations in history and also one of the most tragic events in the recent history of  India and her freedom struggle. Bloodshed and riots followed in the provinces of Punjab and Bengal. While India received most of the 562 scattered polities or princely states, Pakistan received the remaining western part and the Muslim dominated eastern region which was known as East Pakistan now Bangladesh.

Searching For Self In The Eyes Of Baba - Anonymous Devotee

Searching For Self In The Eyes Of Baba - Anonymous Devotee

Anonymous Devotee from India says:

I am nothing. To tell you the truth, I always wanted to know myself from other's perception and never realised what or who I am or I am supposed to be. When I was in desperate need, it was Baba, who raised me up and made me realise [the hard way] that I am the blue-eyeddaughter of my parents, the role-model for my brother and most importantly, today a woman of honor. I have made mistakes in life, of course the ones I am not really proud of. I still make mistakes and some I do even though I know I am making a mistake. But I learn and grow each time- spiritually and intellectually. I remember, after all the bad experiences in life. I had started smoking as only solace to all the situations. Probably I wanted to punish myself or others I really do not know. But later, I was acquainted to Baba by this site. I became a believer instantly. I heard about the miracles and started expecting the same. But in due course, Baba just became the friend I always wanted, a shoulder to cry on, a companion to rejoice with.

My journey of life with Baba started 2 years back, when my whole life was destroyed, so I thought. I was a graduate, left with no job and got rejected of my dream college in the last round of interview. I had a terrible break-up, where my mother was left insulted. I got a opportunity to study in UK with great score, but my father was going through a terrible court-case, where he was falsely-framed. I had no clue as I realised my life was slipping out of my hands and I had never dreamt of failing. It seems funny now, but I had thought of ending my life too.

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Monday, July 8, 2013

My Kind Baba Miracles In My Life - Anonymous Sai Devotee

Today's experience is really very wonderful and shows how Lord Sai Baba is present in lives of His devotees.

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Anonymous Devotee from USA says: Jai Sairam Hetal Ji. Thank you so much for such wonderful work maintaining this blog. Baba, always bless you and your family. I would like to share my experiences with our beloved Baba. Please do not share my name or email-ID, I want to be anonymous. Hetal Ji I am not good in English, so please do make any corrections. Sorry for the inconvenience.

I posted many of my experiences in this blog before. Baba blessd me throughout my life. He helped to finish my studies, get job, my marriage, blessed me with a kid, and we came to US by Baba grace only. All these happened only because of Baba. He blessed me with a wonderful job in USA too. This was my dream and He fulfilled my wish, even though I am not having any talent to get this job. I shared about all these in my previous posts. I promised Baba that I would share my experiences further, but I am late in doing the same Baba. Please forgive me Baba.

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Sunday, July 7, 2013

A Couple Of Sai Baba Experiences - Part 416

Few more experiences are shared.

Sri Sai Baba's Anubhuti

Sai Sister Aromika Ji from India says: Dear Hetal Ji, my name is Aromika and I and my family members are devotees of Lord Sai Baba. Thanks a lot Hetal Ji for starting such a wonderfulwebsite. I would like to share one of my experiences with you. I request you to share my name but not my email id.

In the year 2003, I came to know about Sri Sai Baba. At that time, I was studying in class XII and used to perform very badly in my pre-board exams. One of my class teachers even suggested me to drop my class XII board exams and try for one more year. I was really shattered after hearing that. I used to study hard, but all my hard work used to go in vain. One of our neighbours suggested my mother to perform pujas of Lord Sai Baba and meanwhile I also developed a special likingness towards Baba. During those days, our neighbour had been to Shirdi and brought for us an idol and a photograph of Lord Baba. She gifted us Baba's idol and photo on Thursday only.

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Saturday, July 6, 2013

Sai Baba’s Presence During Sai Satcharitra Katha - Anonymous Sai Devotee

Following is an amazing experience of an anonymous Sai sister.

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Anonymous Devotee from India says: Dear Hetal Ji, I am a 34 year old unmarried woman living in Coimbatore city. I am a much recent devotee of Sai Baba and I wish to share my divine experiences in your blog. I came across your website recently and I really appreciate the good work you have been doing in forming a network for all of us Sai devotees to share our divine experiences. Request you to keep my identity as anonymous.

I must sincerely thank you as I came to know about the book Sai Satcharitra Katha through your site and it was the miracles shared by devotees here that inspired me to start the parayan (reading) of this great katha in 7 days. Before I go into the actual divine experience, I like to bow down and offer my salutations to all the Sai Bakthas out here.