Who is Sai Baba?

[Uplift]

The doctor finally got back. I'd been visualising and meditating and was glad to see him. We were lucky in Elliston. He was a really respected doctor and surgeon from Adelaide, who was close to retiring, who had moved there for a virtual 'sea change' lifestyle. Even though it is in the tiny town of Elliston, the hospital is the regional centre, so is fairly well equipped and at that time even had an operating theatre. He was really concerned about my spine, and also thought I may have broken my hip bone, so organised xrays. He also said my hand needed to be operated on quickly if I wanted a chance of keeping the fingers and getting some use of it. I had some hairline fractures in a lower vertabrae, and some fractured little bones in my wrist. The doctor was astounded that there was virtually no bleeding, no damage to any main blood vessels. He was also amased at the minor damage to my spine, and lack of damage to my hips.
He was really positive and said that feeling could return anytime, and that the trauma of the fall could be causing my numbness. The xrays of my hand are radical. Just four perfect balls protruding through my palm and a clump of bones hanging over the back. He was really confident and said we could get to Whyalla or Adelaide, but that he felt he could do as good a job on my hand as anyone, and that the quicker, the better. I said to go for it. While we were in the theatre getting ready for the anaesthetic, I was getting tingling in my feet, and could finally feel pricks from the needles. So I was really stoked, totally ready and confident.

I woke up in the room, really groggy, and noticed the ball of bandage on my hand. But I could move my feet and legs, I was overwhelmed with gratefulness and relief. The doctor arrived and said he was really pleased with the hand operation, and tried really hard to psyche me up. Again I was so grateful. I knew the ball was in my court. No problem, I had plenty of experience helping others fix major injuries, was really fit, and couldn't wait to get into my rehab. My doctor surfing friend was the opposite. He was trying to help, trying to be 'rational and realistic', and was telling me I'd never get full use of my hand, and would probably have back trouble. That I needed to grasp reality, to save further disappointment. The word around town was that my surfing days were over. My focus was on how I was going to rig things up to train, and to get anabolic. I kept meditating, visualising and so on. The day I left hospital it was a shock. My back and hand were killing me, and my hand had minimal strength. I had to be really carefull to not traumatise my knuckles for a while. Isometrics would take care of the hand for a start.

I found a new caravan, also with a big annexe for my gym gear. It was hard setting things up, but I got there. At least it was my left hand. The daily bombardment of miracles with Sai Baba had given real weight to my belief that any thing is possible. I had totally snapped out of my down state and got into it. I rigged up lifting hooks for my injured hand so that I could start light deadlifting. I had to be careful with the injured vertabrae, but it was only a slight, hairline fracture. Pressing movements were hardest, as at first I had limited movement and had to be really careful trying to grip. Two of my fingers were completely numb. Hyperextensions were great for my back. Pump blood, get anabolic, eat anabolic, heal. Pretty painful for a while, but no problem. I was back on track, my new, ramped up, solid foundation beliefs stronger than ever.

To get workcover, I had to go to Port Lincoln to get Physio. The physio insisted I get some massage on my hand and back. I didn't like being forced to comply, as I haven't got much faith in many physios. But I wanted the pay. The boss at the hospital was on my case, he didn't like surfers, or the fact that I took leave and went to India. The new rumour was that I was in this cult, and after the experience thing in the hospital on my return, I had apparently also become a heroin addict. My ex was fueling the fire, and it was hilarious. These full on old church ladies were coming around to save me from the clutches of 'satan'. The boys were sure that this time, I would be stuck being single. 'No way you'll get a girl now'.

I wrote a goal in a kind of book, journal that I keep. I was with angel, deserved an angel for a partner. We were perfect together. I poured myself into the visualisation. It was like being at Sai Baba's. No tv, no distractions. Meditating, training, visualing. I was responding really fast. So I had to get this massage. As I said, I don't like being forced to do things, so nearly thought, 'they can shove their job and pay'. I was walking down the street in 'Lincoln, and there is a sign saying 'theraputic massage', on the footpath, listing off all these qualifications and so on, so I thought, 'Oh well, just do it'. It was in a building shared with a hair salon. A guy came to the counter, and alarm bells were ringing...no guy massaging me! But that voice thing began happening. So I listened again. I was booked in the next day at 10am. Next morning I decided to go and cancel.

This georgeous, I mean georgeous blonde lady comes to the counter. I figured she was the receptionist, and was about to cancel, when she gives me a bit of a rundown on her experience and stuff. I keep thinking I've seen her somewhere. The massage thing is suddenly feeling awesome. A great idea! I'm laying there in ecstacy, and she's playing some beautiful Indian music. We talk a bit and she's really Spiritually orientated. We hit it off really easily. I told her I needed two massages to satisfy workcover, but had to get back to Elliston in a few days. She said she would fit me in early the following morning. Back at my mate's house where I was staying, I was raving about this lady, and how I felt I knew her. He said it was this woman we had seen in an ad in the local paper about a year earlier, a local girl who had been in Adelaide, training and working. Back then all the boys were amping about her. She was a local honey who they had the hots for, but who had the rep of being unattainable. My mate had a crush on her since he was a kid, to no avail. 'I'm asking her out'! My mate was freaking, 'No way, don't do it to yourself, no chance! When some other friends came around they spent the whole time warning me, and trying to talk me out of it.

Next morning I had a deluxe massage. She had wanted to see my xrays, and was amased at how quick I was healing. We talked so easily. As I was paying the bill, I asked her out to dinner. She was shocked and started mumbling about me being a patient. 'No problem, I won't come any more'. I knew she liked me. So we were on for dinner the next night. I couldn't wait to see the boys faces! See!!! Anything is possible!!! Anywhere!!! Always!!!

Patience, patience...patient. I wished I could see Sai Baba's face!

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The dinner date was awesome. We hit it off really easily, and had loads to talk about. In fact we were so engrossed that we didn't even realise everyone had left and the restuarant was closing. Both of us were passionate about Spirituality and health and fitness. Although we had completely different ways of expressing it. My wife knew of Sai Baba through friends, and had some amasing stories too. This lady's self confidence, sureness, calm demeanor and openess was awesomely attractive to me. Things took their course and we began a relationship that is awesome still. There were a few hiccups. My wife's family thought I was great, and were all over me, until they found out that I was actually around 10 years older than her, and was seperated. They are European catholics and it was pretty funny. I was banned from the house for a while!

The local boys were devastated! Everyone thinks their partner is beautiful and I am no exception. But she is extremely, naturally photogenic and still gets work offers now. When she came to a function in the little town of Elliston it was hilarious. A lot of people believe in blind luck, not me. My wife is adventurous like me and we wanted to see North West Western Australia. My hand and back were powering and I was back in the water. I left this bit out previously but it is pertinant to mention it here. When I wanted to go and see Sai Baba, I was wondering how I would get enough time off from work, and about the cost, as I had everything tied up in building this deluxe underground house. Plus my boss didn't like surfers, or my ideas about positive thinking, visualisation and so on. My ex had already begun the Indian cult rumours. Anyone living in a tiny remote rural community will get the connotations of all that.

One day I was driving from the surf, stoked how good it was, and out of the blue, like a flash or voice, 'Long service leave'. Again and again. I couldn't ignore it, yet I had only been working for the hospital for a few years. Anyway I mentioned it to the boss who went beserk at my 'gall', and who literally told me to stop scamming and get lost. But it just kept up. 'Long service leave'. I couldn't make any sense of it. So I rang the Health Commission, the government body who ran the hospital back then. The lady was really nice, amasingly nice, and although it didn't make sense, asked about my employment history. I told her previously I had worked managing the Council owned caravan park for a similar time, and before that had worked for the SA Highways Department since leaving school. She took my personal details and said she would look at it. A few days later I get this unbelievable phone call. I had unwittingly left the Highways on a friday night, and started at the park on the following monday morning. The council owned park meant I was technically government employed. I did the same thing, left the park on a friday night and started at the hospital on the following monday. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. because there was no break between continuous govenment employment (even one day would have vetoed it), I had over 15 years government service, and was in the second highest bracket for entitlements and leave. I had heaps of leave I could take on full pay, whenever I liked. India here I come! Amasing! My boss went bunter!

So when it was time to go to NW Westen Australia, I quit, got my remaining payout, sold my van and my wife closed her business. Off we went. We packed everything that would fit in my holden wagon, and my wife's huge custom built, jarrah massage table went on the roofracks. It actually made it easy to get tons of stuff on the roof. We chucked on the tarp and left. Back then I had a dog, Mitch, who I had from a pup. He was deluxe, the dogs over there live so different, and are awesome specimans, and so content. I was worried about him, me being away and the divorce had stressed him a bit, and I was unsure about his reaction to leaving. But he had to come, he was like a part of me. We decided to base ourselves in the large coastal town of Geraldton first, settle and get work. Upon arriving it was suprisingly anti dog. None of the parks would allow dogs, and neither would much of the good rental accomodation. We knew what we wanted, beautiful, private place, nice big yard and garden, close to beach and surf, preferably views of the surf and good price.

We only had so much money for a while, and the only place that would have the dog was a motel, costing us heaps. I'm was like I was in India, that doubt and fickleness was surfacing. So I began suggesting just grabbing something until we got work. My wife, she's classic, 'No way, relax, it will happen'. No compromise (she is so good when buying realestate, they can try anything, doesn't phase her...she's in her own world, hilarious). After many 'failures', I tried a place, but no yard or garden. The owners loved Mitch, he was a cocky show off that loves people and attention, and was an awesome dog...like a rippling panther. Despite our deluxe references, the owners agreed it would be cruel on him to live there. We were laughing about our still loaded car with the big table and surfboards on top. Never mind. About 4 - 5 days later, I'm getting this drive to ring the people back, and maybe just take it. My wife is just laughing. Anyway I rang them and they were stoked, they said they wished they'd got my number off me, as they had another place with a huge fenced yard and garden that had to suddenly be vacated, in a week. If we liked it we could stay in the first place, which suited them, as they worried about it being vacant, and then have the new one. Well guess what, it was deluxe, really private, but light and airy, in a beautiful area, overlooking Hell's Gates, Geraldtons best wave, and Tarcoola beach. It had a huge lawn and beautiful trees and garden. Plus we did a deal on the rent with me doing the garden and lawns. I just had to laugh. Mitch the problem...Mitch the saviour.

'Why fear when I am here. Who am I? What is love? Oneness'. Would it ever sink in? So there we were, stoked. Me and my special, special partner. Revelling in it. Patience!

[Uplift]

I'll finish up here. Since meeting Sai Baba I could ramble on about hundreds of amasing things. I expect them, they are normal to me. I enjoy life with a beautiful wife and two beautiful sons. We live extremely well. When I look back at my experiences over the last 20 years they amase and astound me. My life continues to expand, fulfill and amase me. We do what we can to help others, financially and physically. Again, I expect, am used to amasing things happening. Here we are anonymous, so unless you've met me in person its impossible to really know me or vouch for what I am or say.

One thing that is really important to me is raising our children, and loving and enjoying my wife, their mother. Sai Baba rates motherhood and raising raising children as extremely important. Above all else if you have children. Me too. I am so gratetful. Our life is set up that we can both be with each other and our children whenever we choose, or whenever they need us. This is what I value. Things like this morning. My wife and I shared the morning with our youngest, who we'd given the day off school and were watching a family of sea eagles teaching the young birds to dive, off our back lawn, which adjoins the ocean. Two pelicans moved in, and it was funny watching them interact. Then the seagulls caught on something was up, and it was really funny. I was thinking how great it is that my son sees them as living families. Our surroundings. We talked about his latest thing, being a dog whisperer, training dogs so they can stay off leads, and how he could do a zillion things as a dog whisperer. Then we watched his gymnastics stunts on the tramp. Finally he was full, filled up, totally content, and wandered off to do his own thing. I am so, so greatful for all I am, for the awesome freedom, quality of lifestyle and surroundings.

I wanted to see miracles, see how this manifesting, goal setting, LoA, whatever you call it works. Thats the sincere question I asked, as a person that was extremely sceptical, about Spirit, oneness. That suddenly led to Sai Baba. My program, attitude, or filters, are now different. The main old ones were shattered, oblitherated, replaced with a bombardment of limitlessness. I had a lot to digest on my return. This is what I worked out, for me.

Number one is oneness. Choice of, surrender to oneness, above all. To me, surrender to oneness means expansion. Individuality is contraction, one view, one aspect, of the unlimited. Surrender means choosing to remember whats always there, and allowing, so being its full influence. My understanding of that influence is never ending being, choosing, allowing, accepting, fostering the ultimate for all, always, even in the myriad of expressions of individuality. As humans I believe that is our specialness, our gift, to our children. The ability and wisdom to actually choose and have it. Then I enjoy and experiment and experience individuality, creating...always under the umbrella of oneness. So I know, feel I can't go wrong. But it is a process of trusting, faith, reinforced by experience. I'm learning.

Many of the things I experienced at Sai Baba's didn't make sense. Yet at later times they become crystal clear, and enhance my present state of learning. Recently I was wondering about something he says, along the lines of no one being able to understand him, no matter how hard they enquire, or try. And I remind myself again of the oneness. He always comes from the view of oneness, the whole. Individuality, contraction can never comprehend the whole, but remove that contracted view, and we realise the whole. Anyway enough of that, its where I am. I am sure of being able to rely on asking myself for answers and that they will come.

I've never met anyone remotely as impressive as Sai Baba. A kid from the desert in India that is swamped daily by thousands and of people, for over 60 years. He knew it would happen. The place out there that has sprung up is amasing. Day after day after day of relentless aiding, helping, teaching, miracles. People would be shocked if they realised some of the people who have been there. My stories are just a drop in the ocean. Thats an even bigger miracle to me, his way of being in the background. He walks through hoards of people daily, no armour, bodygaurds, bars, bulletproof glass, no fear, amasing.

This is just me, but I am amased by his personal lack of advertising and moneymaking. I came home with more money than when I arrived. No emails, phone calls, tv commercials, 'free' trials, exciting new offers, CD back up subscriptions, none of that. Plenty of other people make books about him, websites, tapes, trinkets, robes etc, etc. He actually encourages you to spend little or nothing on them, but its what people want. He is so impressive people are moved to comment. The best ad ever. Him, his example and impressiveness. Again, I've never seen, experienced or heard of anything remotely like him in this day.

I hope all this has been of use to some people, it has actually been deluxe for me recalling it all, thanks.

I'll end like this, this is one of the few things he has written himself. All the best.

SATHYA SAI BABA'S LETTER TO HIS BROTHER

[Gene]

Originally Posted by Uplift

I hope all this has been of use to some people, it has actually been deluxe for me recalling it all, thanks.

I'll end like this, this is one of the few things he has written himself. All the best.

SATHYA SAI BABA'S LETTER TO HIS BROTHER

Thank you very much for sharing this story of life with us (me) I enjoyed reading it.

[m18pak]

This has nothing to do with the topic, and I apologize for that, but why did Uplift get banned?