Devotee Stories Archive

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

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