The Same Baba: Shirdi Sai & Sathya Sai
Bhagavan invariably refers to Shirdi Sai Baba as ‘my previous body’ when He speaks about Him. He often describes to His devotees how He ‘in His previous body’ dealt with people and situations, what illustrations He gave to clarify a certain point, what questions were asked, etc. While telling people about Shirdi Baba, He may be heard saying, “Just as you have seen Me do now” or “Just as I do while in a trance,” to make the point clear. When someone asks Him a question today, He starts His reply sometimes with the remark, “The same doubt was raised by a man who had come to Shirdi” and He will continue the conversation with the reply He gave that other man long ago in Maharashtra!
He recognizes all devotees of Shirdi Baba as His own. In fact, He tells them, “I have known you for ten years,” or “Though this is the first time you see this sariram (body), I had seen you 20 years ago, when you came to Shirdi.” The person will find that he had been to Shirdi exactly 20 years previously! Here are some instances where devotees have had experiences that have convinced them of the identity of the two Sais.
The Cure and the Confirmation
How Baba proved to Mr. Dixit that He is same Shirdi Sai come again.
Mr. M. S. Dixit had the unique privilege of seeing Shirdi Sai Baba when he visited Shirdi in 1909 as a young lad and later Sri Sathya Sai Baba in 1961 when he was past sixty. Here’s how he realized that both the Sais are, in fact, the same, as related by Howard Murphet in his book, “Sai Baba: Man of Miracles.”
M. S. Dixit was born in 1897 to Sadashiv Dixit, an advocate who was at one time Diwan (Prime Minister) of the royal state of Kutch. Sadashiv’s eldest brother, Hari S. Dixit, was a solicitor in Bombay and a member of the Legislative Council. Hari Dixit became a close devotee of Shirdi Baba.
In the company of his uncle Hari, M. S. Dixit told me, he made his earliest visits to Shirdi first in the year 1909, and again in 1912. Before this second visit he had been suffering what he called “half-headaches.”
At sunrise half his head would start to ache agonizingly; then a little before sunset it would stop. This would go on each day for about two months at a stretch; it was very distressing. His uncle took him to Sai Baba hoping for a cure of the strange headaches. Mr. Dixit recalls vividly how he was sitting near Sai Baba one day when Baba suddenly said to him, “Why are you sitting here, go home!”
Young Dixit replied that he had a bad headache and the heat of the fire near which he was sitting brought him some relief. But Baba insisted that he must go. It was the custom when leaving to take some ash from the fireplace and put it in Baba’s hand, so that He might with it give His parting blessing.
The fourteen-year-old boy did this. Baba held the udhi [ash] for a moment and then applied it to the lad’s forehead with some force. Young Dixit felt that he had been slapped on the head as well as ordered to go away, so he told his uncle that he would not visit Baba anymore.
Hari Dixit replied, “Are you a fool? The slap means that your headache will not recur.”
This turned out to be true. The strange and terrible headaches never came back after that day, and young Dixit understood that Baba had been in His enigmatic way ordering, not the boy, but the headache to go away.
Six years later, in July 1918, M. S. Dixit found himself ill again, this time with bad hemorrhoids and an anal fistula. The medical men of Bombay where he was living said he must undergo an operation, but he felt very nervous about having surgery and did not want it.
Yet he was suffering a lot and there was much bleeding. He felt very miserable about his condition. At one of the regular Thursday evening gatherings of Shirdi Baba’s Bombay devotees, M.S. Dixit was somehow overcome by the devotional atmosphere combined with his own misery. Although a young man of 20, he broke down and cried like a child.
That night he had a dream in which Shirdi Baba came to him and chided him for “weeping like a girl.” Then the old saint told him what to use as a cure for his ailment.
After waking, Dixit could remember everything except the name of the medicine that Baba had prescribed. He was very distressed about this and decided to go to Shirdi as soon as possible and get the name from Baba’s lips.
But before he could go he heard the news Baba had passed away. “Now,” he thought gloomily, “I shall never know the medicine’s name and must go on suffering.”
The next Thursday evening meeting, following the news of Baba’s passing, he found himself again overwhelmed with sorrow for himself and wept once more. The same night brought him another vivid dream.
In this Baba stood before him again, still in the old Shirdi form. He said, “What! Crying like a girl again.”
Then he told the young man to “take seven seeds of pepper, crush them to powder, and each day take a pinch of the powder mixed with udhi. All devotees, incidentally, kept some of Baba’s udhi in their homes. M. S. Dixit remembered these instructions clearly the next morning and carried them out. On the third day of treatment the pain stopped; on the seventh the bleeding stopped.
A complete cure took place and the complaint never returned. The years passed and the pages of Dixit’s life turned over: he was in business; he got married; he was a major and brigade education officer in the army during the Second World War and for some years afterward. The year 1959 found him back in commercial life in the west-coast city of Mangalore.
During his leisure time he would read the ‘Guru Charitra’ [a book]. It is said that if this book is read through completely within seven days, great spiritual benefits will ensue. On the evening of the sixth day of the reading he had a dream.
In the dream, he was walking along a broad avenue of trees, and felt that someone was following him. He looked back. There was a man, very distinctive-looking and close behind him. Dixit asked, “Who are you and why are you following me?”
But there was no reply. The figure just continued to follow silently. After a few minutes Dixit looked back again and saw the man still following him. Neither said anything. Soon the footsteps drew closer, and Dixit felt that something was being poured over his head from behind; he realized that it was ash.
That was the entire dream he could remember on waking, but very clear in his mind remained the striking, unique figure and face of the man who followed him.
Some months later—through an odd set of circumstances—he heard that there was a reincarnation of Shirdi Baba, but did not believe it. Again he heard the same story from another quarter and was shown a photograph of Sathya Sai Baba. It was the man who had followed him in the dream.
Now his interest was really aroused. He remembered his uncle’s story that Shirdi Baba had once told him, “I will appear again as a boy of eight years.”
Was this the boy, now grown to manhood? He decided to go as soon as possible to Puttaparthi and find out all he could. It was early in 1961 when he managed to get there, as one of a party of about 30 people. The ashram was choked with the thousands who had arrived for the Shivaratri [night of Shiva] festival, and Dixit stood among them waiting for a view of Sathya Sai Baba on the high balcony.
When the little red-robed, dome-haired figure with the sweet, lovable face appeared, Dixit knew for certain that it was the figure of his strange dream. Yet, he thought, how can this be the old saint of Shirdi? With His colored silks, hair like a woman and the big crowds around Him, this man is more like a film star. Shirdi Baba was rugged, homespun, and simple, how can this possibly be the same man, he pondered? Suddenly he wanted to go home.
But he stayed to watch Sathya Sai pour huge quantities of sacred ash from a small bowl over the statue of Shirdi Sai, and the same evening take out nine lingams from his mouth. Then during a public discourse next day Baba said: “Some who have come here think I am too much like a film star; they object to my bright-colored robes and the style of my hair…”
With consternation, Dixit heard all of his own unspoken critical thoughts being repeated from the platform. Then Baba went on to explain the reasons—good reasons Dixit felt—for the striking attire, the unique hairstyle and the other features of this incarnation. Well, Dixit decided, He is certainly something very special. There is no doubt about His paranormal powers, but…. He is so different from old Shirdi Baba. Can it really be the same soul?
On his second visit to Prasanthi Nilayam three months later, he was called into a room with a group of half a dozen people for an interview. Baba came in, spoke to a few people, and then went up to M. S. Dixit who was holding a small photo of his uncle, H. S. Dixit, in his hand. Baba took the photo from him, looked at it, and said, “That’s H. S. Dixit, your uncle, your father’s elder brother, and my old devotee at Shirdi. Now have you any more doubts?”
His doubts were fewer because all that Baba had just said was true. And Dixit had told no one his name at the ashram. He was there incognito, just an unknown member of a crowd of visitors. But Baba had recognized the face of his uncle in the photo at first sight. After that Dixit often made trips to the ashram and through the years enjoyed the wealth of Sai Baba’s miraculous powers, great compassion, and spiritual teachings.
Once, speaking of Shirdi Baba’s remark to his uncle Hari about coming back to earth “as a boy of eight years,” Baba told Dixit that what he had really said was he would return as a boy in eight years, that is, eight years after his death—which he, in fact, did.
Sathya Sai added that H. S. Dixit must have misunderstood him. But it was, the many, many little things, more than these big ones that finally convinced him that the two Sais were one, Dixit told me.
He went on to describe these important little things: the similarities in the siddhis (powers), the parallels in the teachings and manner of instruction, the subtle echoes from the past in gesture, phrase, and attitude. “Sometimes I even see on His face the same old smile that I saw long ago on the face of Shirdi Baba,” he said.
Of course, the differences that he felt so sharply at first are indeed there, he admits. But there is, after all, a different body, a different setting, and a different period in time—a different environment for the Sai mission. And therefore the mission, while in spirit is the same, cannot be precisely the same in form and style, and it is to be expected that the outer personality through which the message comes to the world will also be different.
Sai Baba Himself comments that He is not as hard or angry now as He was in the earlier manifestation. He is more tolerant and gentle. He explains the difference by means of a simile, “The mother is usually hard when the children enter the kitchen and disturb the cooking; but while serving the food she is all smiles and patience. I am now serving the dishes cooked then. Wherever you may be, if you are hungry and if your plate is ready, I shall serve you the dishes and feed you to your heart’s content.”
At another time, concerning the controversy about whether He is the same Baba or not, He said, “When there are two pieces of candy, one square, another circular, one yellow and the other purple in color, unless one has eaten and realized the taste of both pieces one cannot believe that both are the same. Tasting, experiencing – that’s the crucial thing for knowing the identity.”
Source: Sai Baba: Man of Miracles by Mr. Howard Murphet
The Shirdi Link
Baba reveals His omniscience to the Rani of Chincholi.
The Raja of Chincholi was a very ardent devotee of Shirdi Baba. Baba used to spend a few months every year at Shirdi, Akalkot, and other holy places in the company of siddhas and sadhakas (holy men and seekers). After the passing away of the Raja, the Rani (queen) was pleasantly surprised to hear of the incarnation of the Lord as Sri Sathya Sai Baba at Puttaparthi and she visited the place.
She prayed to Bhagavan, who was just 15 years of age at that time, to accompany her to Chincholi and Hyderabad. What a surprise it was for her when Baba, on arriving at the palace, asked her about a margosa tree that had stood when Shirdi Sai had visited them, a well that had been filled up, and a line of shops that had been newly built. Baba told her that He had seen the places years ago while ‘in His previous body!’
Sathya Sai Baba asked her about a small stone image of Anjaneya [Hanuman] that had been given to the Raja while in the previous body; the Rani did not know that it existed; Baba Himself discovered it for her! He also said that there must also be found a picture of Sai Baba and that, too, was later discovered in the house.
Three years ago, the Rani had been rummaging the huge storeroom at Chincholi for old brass, bronze, or copper that she could sell off and save space, when she came upon a brass kamandalu, a drinking vessel used by sadhus, whose shape was quaint and artistic. The water had to be poured through a slit in the handle and the spout ended in a cow’s-head figurine!
Someone suggested that it could be polished and displayed as a decorative article in the drawing room of her Hyderabad house. The mystery of the kamandalu deepened next day when they found a cobra coiled round it! “Baba alone can solve the secret,” she said to herself, while propitiating the cobra with the traditional puja (worship).
She arrived at Puttaparthi on the first day of Dasara [the ten-day festival], and as soon as she entered the premises, Baba sent word, asking her to come up, “with My drinking vessel!”
As soon as the kamandalu was in His hands, He showed some devotees standing nearby the letters inscribed on the vessel in Devanagari [Hindi] characters, ‘S A A’ followed by a pair of short vertical lines, ‘B A A’ with the two lines again. ‘SAA’ indicating Sayi and ‘BAA’ for Baba!
Readers may wonder how the saint of Shirdi who, according to all accounts, never left Shirdi for years, could have gone to Chincholi and Hyderabad and left a kamandalu with the Raja. But devotees who have seen and experienced the Avatar of Sri Sathya Sai Baba will have no difficulty on this score. In fact, it is the honest belief of the Rani as well as some old servants of the palace that Sai Baba stayed a few days every time He came and that He used to ride in a tonga [small carriage] drawn by bullocks far out of the town, in order to have talks with the Raja who accompanied Him.
This tonga is now at Prasanthi Nilayam and is on display at the Chaitanya Jyoti Museum.
Source: Sathyam Shivam Sundaram, Vol. 1 by Prof. N Kasturi
The Assurance and the Fulfillment
How Baba had prophesied His advent to Smt. Sharada Devi.
Smt. Sharada Devi (affectionately called as ‘Pedda Bottu’ by Baba) is one of those few privileged souls who had the unique chance of being in the proximity of both Shirdi Sai and Sathya Sai. Here she narrates how Shirdi Baba had revealed to her about His future advent and how later Sathya Sai blessed her profusely:
One day I requested that Baba (Shirdi Sai) give me mantra upadesh (spiritual initiation). Baba replied, “You are young yet. I will give you upadesh when you grow older.”
I waited until I was 29 years old and prayed to Baba again. He shouted at me in anger: “You are always obsessed with upadesh,” and kicked me on the chest with His right foot. With tears of dejection streaming down my face, I went out and lay beneath a tree. I must have slept after weeping for a long time. It must have been very late in the night when Baba came to wake me up. He asked me to follow Him to the Lendi Garden.
When we reached the garden, He said, “My child, I could not sleep in Dwaraka mayi (the dilapidated masjid [mosque] and Baba’s dwelling) when you were lying out there without food since morning. I have brought you here, for, I want to tell you something, but first you must eat.”
He stretched out His right hand with palm up and said, “Allah malik hai.” (God is the master). Two chapatis (wheat pancakes) and a lemon sized khoya (soft solid sweet made of milk) materialized in His palm. He gave them to me to eat. Again He stretched out His hand and this time a very small mud pot full of water materialized. When I ate and drank, He asked me, “Gori, is your anger gone?” (Baba used to affectionately call Sharada Devi, Gori.)
I replied in all humility, “There is no anger or frustration now. I was a fool not to realize that your kick was in fact a sign of your grace.”
Baba then told me “I will tell you something, but before that you should hold My feet and promise Me not to tell this to anyone.”
With a pounding heart and anticipating the much awaited mantra upadesh I did as He told me, “Gori, I will appear in Andhra with the same name of Sai Baba but in another avatar (divine manifestation). Then again you will come to Me. I will keep you with Me and will give you joy.”
I was ecstatic in joy and said, “I am blessed, my Lord. This is my greatest fortune.” This conversation between us took place in 1917 AD. Later, I was informed that my ailing elder aunt wanted to see me at Rajamundry. It was when I was at Rajamundry in 1918 that I learnt that Baba had left His physical body. I was filled with inexplicable anguish.
One day, many years later, I was invited to sing a ‘Hari katha’ (a form of ballad popular in rural areas of Andhra Pradesh) in a village called Uravakonda. In the house where this event was arranged, I happened to see on the wall a photograph of a handsome lad. He had a large crown of hair. The face and eyes were most charming and magnetic.
I asked the housewife whose photo it was. She told me “Don’t you know? He is Puttaparthi Sai Baba. If you want to see Him, I can take you to Him tomorrow.”
The next day I was taken to the house of one Mr. Seshama Raju, the elder brother of Baba. I then saw the young 14-year-old Baba. It was in 1940 and I was then fifty-two years old. The first words that Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba uttered were, “Gori, you owe me sixteen rupees from my Shirdi incarnation.”
I replied that I had already paid up all my debts to Shirdi Baba. He said, “I know. I said it because you are not able to recognize Me. All right. After completing all your tasks at the poor home you are running, go over to Puttaparthi. I shall retain you with Me and shall bestow all the joy you want.”
For the next seventeen years, I used to visit Puttaparthi frequently and spend a few months every time in the divine presence of Baba. In 1958, when I was 70, I closed down the poor home and went over to Puttaparthi to spend the rest of my life there.
Source: Sathya Sai—The Avatar of Love
