Devotee Stories Archive

The author made her first trip to India after having saved money for a full year. In her own words: “somewhere in my heart I thought He would walk up to me and say,

Very few of those who have had the supreme good fortune of being close to Bhagavan Baba for many years and have been privileged to enjoy His company in many situations and revel in

A young adult relates her experience of the ten days spent with Swami during the Summer Course in May 1995. I can still recall the ride from Kadugodi to Bangalore Airport at the end

At 10:30 A.M. on the 12th of May 1988, I was an atheist. Two hours later I knew that there was God. How this all came about and how I became a devotee of

It was the eve of the opening of a super-specialty hospital, a unique institution providing free major surgery of all internal organs. This hospital of gigantic size, beautiful architectural design, and state-of-the-art equipment from

Having seen people bowing and touching Swami’s feet, I thought this custom of respect was one that I should follow. So, I went to do the same. Swami asked, “What are you doing?” I

My first darshan [being in the company of a holy person] of Swami was in May 1990 at Whitefield during my first and only visit to the Divine presence. At home, in Melbourne, I

Recently, Swami gave me an opportunity to coordinate a project on EHV (Education in Human Values). We were trying to link students from my school in Washington Heights where I teach, with students from

A Letter to All Sisters and Brothers August 13, 1994: This merited the second anniversary of my kidney transplant, a time to remember and thank my Sai Center members and other fellow devotees who

Just before I left for India in January this year, Linda, a reporter in my office, told me that her niece, a charming young girl of 16, had died suddenly in December of an

One day, I was quietly sitting in my office at the Royal College of Art, trying to get on with my business. My secretary said that there was a man who wanted to come

I thought that she would live forever, or, at least, as long as I did. As a child, I used to nag her, pester her and play with her—my older sister. ‘When I was