Devotee Stories Archive

In my prayer: I asked Swami to let me see truth with His eyes, and to let me know truth with His mind. I begged Swami: to allow me to experience true love with

I was woken by the bright red bird fluttering in the emerald cage of jasmine branches and tapping urgently on my window-pane. Peeking through the partially open Venetian blinds, I could see my excited friend

On Christmas day, I left home on an evening stroll toward the newly constructed Sathyanarayanaswamy temple, on the outskirts of my village, with the December ‘Sanathana Sarathi’ and ‘Pradeepa’ [magazines] as my companions. The

What an enchanting, wonderful voice Sai Baba has! It is indeed the voice of God, one that speaks directly to the soul, inspires and is imbued with joy, peace, strength, purity, love, and power.

Puttaparthi…Prasanthi Nilayam… Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba … I had heard about them and I had read about them. Yet I had not seen them and I never knew I could see them, so

Amitava Ghose is the President of the Sathya Sai Baba Center of Cherry Hill, NJ. He had most of his education in India and is presently working in Salem, NJ. The following is a narration of

Sweetness flows from Sathya Sai Baba. It is a full and steady stream from which all weary wayfarers may surely quench their thirsty hearts. “Love all and serve all,” He says. Love all and

Once Bhagavan Baba had told me, “Why do you need a puja  [worship] room and my photo to pray, when I am within you all the time?”  From that day, I entirely believed in

Sathya Sai Baba Teaches Me In the November 1965 issue of Sanathana Sarathi [monthly magazine], Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba blessed me by letting me express to you lessons that I received from Him

I thank Swami for giving me the opportunity to share one of the most important lessons He taught me when we were on an assignment in South Korea between the years of 1992 and 1997.

This is a story of Sri Halagappa, a homeless wanderer, who was transformed by Bhagavan Baba. Now he is an agriculturist and runs an orphanage at Srirangapatnam in South India. My parents were devotees of

For many years, we yearned to witness the Shivaratri (night of Shiva) festival in Puttaparthi. Last year, we left Madras in our car in the early hours of the day before Shivaratri. We thought