Devotee Stories Archive

My husband and I were returning from Tijuana, a town on the Mexican border, 42 miles away from Tecate, when we saw big clouds of smoke in the distance. Alfonso, our headman, who was

Kumari Rama Devi is an old student of Sri Sathya Sai Women’s College, Anantapur. In spite of being blind from birth, she pursued her studies with self‑confidence and great enthusiasm. She considers that the grace and

Having had the privilege of living at Prasanthi Nilayam for 14 months, I carefully observed one particular phenomenon associated with out sweet Lord, Sri Sathya Sai Baba. My observation became focused on Swami’s use

Amidst the melodious vesper bells in the darkness of an October night, hundreds of earnest throats were sending their appeal of reverence and devotion in the form of hymns of praise to the Almighty.

I have been to India many times since 1977, and invariably people ask, “How was the Taj Mahal?” My answer is always the same, “I have never been there.” “So, where have you been?” they

When my servants Ask thee concerning Me I am indeed Close: I listen To the prayer of every Supplicant when he calleth on Me. (The Quran: II: 186) Karim Saab (67), shriveled and taciturn,

I had been waiting for weeks to have an interview with Sri Sathya Sai Baba when ‘she’ arrived. ‘She’ was called in for an interview immediately. The very next day, ‘she’ received another. “How unfair,”

Born in 1924, Padmabhushan Lt. Gen. (Retd.) S. P. Malhotra, PVSM, a highly decorated soldier of the Indian Army, retired in 1982 as GOC-in-C [General Officer Commanding-in-Chief], Northern Command, after a distinguished service of 39 years

The following is an article written by Swami’s teacher and includes some charming experiences that he was fortunate to have had when the Lord of the Universe revealed His divine form. As a boy of

Swami says, “Open your heart to pain as you do to pleasure, for both are my gifts of grace.” At first this sounded odd to me but now I think I understand a little, for

I asked Swami at darshan, “May I travel south with You?” The answer rang in my ears for days. “Yes, sir!” So, on the morning of May 29, we boarded an Indian Airlines 737

On November 23rd, 1982, our 25‑year-old son was due to undergo a tricky sinus operation in his nose. I wrote one of my little notes and placed it on my shrine, asking Swamiji to