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The interview was hilarious and pretty hard at the same time. I was really sceptical about the manifestations, despite having read heaps of accounts, and a book by a high ranked sceptical magician who went to debunk Sai Baba, but who ended up totally dumbfounded after a personal interview. I had also read a book where a University from Sweden I think, investigated world wide miracles, and who said there was more evidence that could not be explained concerning Sai Baba, than supposedly could be. I mentioned in another forum about a book with photo's about NASA`visiting Sai Baba. I am an avid reader and have zillions of books stacked away, and have lent and given heaps away, and I tried to find one recently and can't, as I have already been accused of lying about Sai Baba in another forum. All I can say is this, in India at his place there is a huge bookshop, and there are people who devote every waking moment to running that bookshop, and know every detail, and anyone would get those books if they really wanted to, I would take a lie detector test, and go to court, do whatever regarding their content and exsistance, because it is the truth. These books were part of the reason I wanted to see first hand.

So we go in a little room, about 10 of us, and me, Mr sceptic, is checking out everything, looking for mirrors, hidden panels, assistants, wires, whatever. I am looking at the people wondering who 'worked' for him. The joke is others are doing the same thing. Baba comes out laughing, sits in a chair, invites us to sit around...he's awesome, like pure, like a baby that has adult capabilities. You are going to have to put up with the long windedness, but this is important. When I was a kid, I got radically abused. it is amasing what you adapt to. Daily pummelings and screaming, never sleeping, terror, they were just normal to me. I only have one photo of my childhood. Once my parents wanted a photo of the kids so we were lined up on the back lawn, and they wanted us to sit by the pond. Suddenly, (I was probably about 10, or 11), I just feel weird, really weird, like gooey, squishy and I am just lost in my brother and sister, like my heart is exploding nicer and nicer, too nice nearly, the most ridiculously amasing feeling, this overwhelming, amasing smell, just feeling my brother and sister and watching my parents screaming at me, as I am slumping in ecstacy, until I am being shaken and screamed at...they had taken the photo, just when I major slumped, and I 'wrecked' it. I got that photo, it is about the only good thing I remember from my childhood. On the same morning that I met the people who gave me the taxi card, I woke up and the same thing happened, for two days, coming and going in waves.

So I am in the room, carefull not to drink any water, in case its 'laced' and Baba is lecturing, care, be good, do good. And an elderly lady starts crying, Baba talks to her, she is upset, something about her husband missing the interview. So Baba is talking, 'yes, yes, care, care' (the words I'm not gonna rememeber exactly, but the essense I do), 'good woman' over and over, and 'he cares so much', speaking like that, when suddenly he changes it and starts saying 'but you forgot careful, Baba knows why you are sad, but I have it, its alright', and he holds out his hand laughing like a kid and his palm is glowing white and 'here it is' and the woman is overwhelmed, it turns out she had lost a special earing years ago, from a set her husband gave her, and there it is in Baba's hand. As she holds it crying, he starts going on about care, carefull again, and says look carefully, take care, not the same, so she looks closely and it isn't identical, a small distinguishing highlight is different from the lost one. So he takes it back holds out his hand, white, blows on it laughing, and 'here, now is carefull, be carefull, remember, carefull'.

I'm searching frantically for mirrors, plants, doubting the woman, but at the same time, its like seeing someone bench 600lbs, its happened, the weight is moving, you can't deny it. So I'm thinking, he's got those huge baggy sleeves, and he looks at me laughing and stands up, comes straight up to me leans over, sticks his arm out and I'm looking up his sleeve at his arm pit, then he sits down laughing. Sometime around then he talks to two girls, 'always hungry, always hungry' here, and he just starts throwing almonds at them, just coming out of his hand. As he is raining them in almonds he says, 'but not you', or something like that to one of them, and its cashews for her, almonds for the other. And off he goes about carefull, care again. Can you imagine what you feel? I'm thinking hypnosis at that stage, I've asked some dribble about how, and will he make me something special, and he should know what. I wanted a special ring for my (ex) wife, as we had been arguing for a long time, and she was freaking about me going to India. So, thats my test, I haven't physically mentioned any details about it.

He looks at me, and serious now, 'where's your wife'? I don't wear rings myself, I guess he could have just taken a stab at me being married. I answer that she is back in Elliston. 'Where's your wife', again I answer, and ask him for something special. 'Just wait, always impatient'. 'Not good to be angry, too much fighting'. So he asks again and I'm thinking it's some game. He says again about the fighting, and I say something like yeh, I know, I try, and he turns to everyone else and says 'he thinks he knows, he thinks he knows...I know'. Again 'where's your wife', again Elliston. Then joking, 'Elliston, Elliston, whats Elliston'. I tell him its home. 'Home, home, not home, what is home.' Then he tells me wait, be patient, that's not special, he will give something really special. Next he turns his attention to another lady and is sort of telling her off. Next thing he holds his hand out, motions us all in closer, look, sticks his hand out and and a little statue just stands in his palm, and starts growing, to about a foot high, the woman is blubbering, I'm freaking. 'Here touch', and next thing when she goes to touch it's glowing, white, red hot, heat pouring out of it, and he lectures the woman. Next it is cool again and he gives it to her. More talk about carefull. He chucked some ash on us and talked a bit about 'forgetting who we are'. One guy wants to build some thing in WA for Baba, and he tells him off, tells him he hasn't even got a house, so build his own house. Then he lectures us on fickleness, laughing and joking. 'Baba is great, Baba is God, but he needs a house, needs help, needs money, not so great God, just little God...but wait, now Baba is great he can do all! Just laughing. Then talks about helping ourselves, looking at ouselves, understanding ourselves. Self reliance talk. Then what is self, who is self. How do you know self. Carefull, over and over, carefull. Then it's over, as I leave I ask once more...what about me, my thing? 'Wait, we'll talk again, patient'.

When I got back from India, I found out that my wife had been having an affair for over a year, and I honestly had no, not the faintest idea. She was the one person I trusted, marraige was a massive change for me, and I took it to heart. (but don't get me wrong, I wasn't some perfect husband, but I would never break trust) Everyone thought I knew, even my wife, and she took going to India as leaving. As soon as I left, my wife packed up and moved to another town, and lived with the other guy. Every instant of Baba's 'interview' with me became clear.

When I stumbled out of the interview room, that thing happened again, waves of it, even stronger, and it lasted for days. I'll tell more, if you want, it gets just more and more amasing. It was actually hard, I started to wonder if I was latently mentally delusional. If all the abuse had taken its toll. But heaps of people have even more amasing stories.