"I draw to Me, My man from far off or even across the seven Seas to Shirdi, like a sparrow with a string fastened to its feet"-Shirdi Sai Baba, Indian Spiritual Guru-God

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People from different Religious, Geographical, Economic, and Social backgrounds are brought together here. Their prayers are delivered and successfully resolved with the grace of the Indian spiritual SadGuru-God, Shirdi Sai Baba.

SIGHTS OF NATURE

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Baba’s sayings about worshipping nature

Para Number in the Book ‘BCS”, About Praying, Nature

200. Baba’s approbation of Mystic Experience
  • Baba occasionally gazed at the setting sun. He once admired the beauty and large size of a group of parrots.
  • K.G. Bhishma and Mr. Balwant Khaparde went out in the morning at Shirdi, when dew was falling and the Sun was just rising. Bhishma turned back, i.e., towards the west and found his shadow a very long one starting from his feet and proceeding endlessly on to the west. At the western horizon the shadow was crowned with or surrounded by a glorious circular rainbow. The sight filled him with joy. It was evidently his reflection becoming endless and glorious.
  • The finite was proceeding into the infinite. The Jiva was lost in the Paramatma. And for a moment he was lost in ineffable joy.
  • Balwant also saw the same thing about himself and had the same experience. When the two returned home, G.S. Khaparde said that Baba had granted them a glimple of the Atman. Then they went to Baba and Baba gave them a smile of approval.

cf. Effect of viewing the conjunction of Indus with the ocean at Narayana saras. (Sri Bh. VI(5)3-5)

 SSHDHANAS V and VI

And  none can truly worship but who  have 

The earnest of their glory from on high, 

God’s  nature in them.     It is the love of God.

The ecstatic sense of oneness with all things.

And special worship towards himself that thrills 

through  life’s   self conscious  chord,  vibrant   in  him, 

Harmonious with the  universe, which makes 

Our sole fit claim  to  being immortal;  that 

Wanting, nor  willing,  the world cannot  worship.

Festus, by Philip James Bailey