X-Ftn-To: Zoran Znidari? 

"Zoran Znidari?"  wrote:

>... jednu krivu stvar, koju je izrekao.
>http://maestro.com/~ssb/wyc2/packet/d11181999.html

It was during this time that I began to observe things that made me
question what I had experienced on previous visits. Having a
scientific background I began to observe a set routine that Sai Baba
followed each morning and evening during darshan, and in particular,
how he materialised vibhuti (holy ash).

I will never forget the look of anguish on Sai Baba's face when he
came into the verandah of the Mandir early one morning and dropped two
vibhuti pellets in front of me, as he attempted to accept a rose from
a college student. There was no vibhuti materialisation during darshan
that morning!

In the months that followed I observed how he transferred these
vibhuti pellets from one hand to the other, using the letters he
collects from devotees to disguise his movements. In the many
interviews that followed I also observed more than thirty instances of
rings, 'diamonds', japamalas, vibhuti containers etc, all being
produced by sleight of hand and deception.

At first I kept this information to myself. I reasoned that if this
was what made people come to see Sai Baba, resulting in them becoming
more spiritual, what harm could it do! Eventually I told my wife and
children, who also saw through this 'materialisation' trickery.

It was the observations and information that followed on from these
initial findings that concerned me most, especially those relating to
students being sexually interferred with in grotesque ways by Sai
Baba.

We returned to the ashram several times during the following years,
making further observations and having these confirmed by college
students and long term devotees living at the ashram. During this time
I was the central coordinator for three years for the Sathya Sai
organisation in Australia.

It wasn't until 1993, following the assassination attempt on Sai Baba,
resulting in the murder of four college students and two assistants in
the Mandir, that we made our last visit to India.

The purpose of this visit was to find the reason why former students
of Sai Baba's college would want to kill him, particularly when they
had been given a free education!

The eye witness accounts were horrific! After bursting into the
Mandir, four students found themselves trapped upstairs where Sai Baba
was staying. Each was interrogated by police, then one at a time they
were executed!

The stench of death was everywhere.

I made further inquiries about Sai Baba having sexual relations with
college boys and male students - some of these as young as seven years
of age - and whether this was the reason for former students wanting
to kill him. I was told, to my horror, that this was an acceptable
Indian practice!

I felt sick, and just wanted to take my family and leave the ashram
and India as quickly as possible.

Before we did, we were all called for interview with Sai Baba and we
told him what we had experienced and been told.

Sai Baba made no comment on our accusations and was only anxious to
know who had told us these details, requesting us to tell him several
times! Having had dozens of interviews over the years, this was the
most stressful and uncomfortable interview our family had ever
experienced.

Sai Baba was tense and agitated and his body language told us all,
that what we had found out about him was the truth!
We left the interview and returned to Australia.

......
Regarding the notice of expulsion of Dr Bhatia in the Sanathana
Sarathi magazine, please note :

Three young students from Sai Baba's junior male college were called
for interview. One of them, a seven year old boy student, came out of
the private interview room crying.

He continued to cry for two days, and was unable to eat or study.
That evening Dr Bahtia, on duty in the children's canteen, was asked
to find the cause of the child's distress.

He questioned and then examined the child, and found that he had been
sexually penetrated, via his anus.

The child was taken to Bangalore and re-examined. A second medical
opinion confirmed sexual abuse.

Dr Bhatia had been involved in sexual activity with Sai Baba for six
years, believing that he was serving divinity.

He went to Sai Baba :
- Why do you do this to such a young child when you have all of us
adults and the older students to play with?


Sai Baba's reply :
- Don't bargain with God!
....
Whenever Swami came to Bangalore, there always used to be a few
students who got interviews every other day. 

These students were often referred to as those who are 'in form' (a
cricket analogy) with Swami. These students were among the most
privileged in the hostel. They could go outside the hostel (not
normally allowed) as and when they like, and behave specially. The
wardens and lecturers used to consult them before anything significant
was done in the hostel. These students kept within themselves for most
of the time. I was preoccupied with my own troubles and did not keep
any close look at these, though I was curious. 

When I got to know about Swami from my seniors, they asked me if I
noticed anything strange about the hostel. I told them. They smiled
and asked me to keep an open eye, promising they would tell me all
about it soon. It did not take me very long to find out what was
different about these students. They were all gay. Now, kindly bring
down those raised eyebrows my dear reader. All the indications, body
languages, special jokes about husband and wives etc were there and it
did not take a sleuth's effort to divine what was going on. I told
about this to my seniors and the fact they told me was startling to
say the least.

Many of these students were made gay ('sodomized' would be an
unrefined word) by Swami, who himself is a gay. (!)

I did not believe it when they told me this. But not long after, I
heard the experiences as narrated by students who had undergone the
trauma themselves. Now, it so happened that a couple of these students
were Tamils, with whom I became friendly quite soon. 

One of them used to tell me harrowing stories. When Swami was in
Brindavan he used to get the call for interview at least once in three
days. Whereas a student when he gets an interview is usually so elated
and pleased that Swami has recognised his devotion etc - this boy,
let's call him Nandan, always had a grim face as he walked into the
bungalow. 

He never attended classes those days in which he got an interview. I
have often seen him show marks in his chest and chin and say a flow of
choice words of slang. Nandan often used to get covers (envelopes)
from Swami in public and sometimes he would be asked to open one. It
would contain crisp hundred rupee notes. 

(David's note: I have seen this happen many times).

There is another word for giving money for such acts. Nandan was
helpless. He could not go home and complain. His family and parents
were devotees for thirty years and their very lives had been defined
around Baba. Nandan, since he knew the world, has been knowing Swami
and none else as God. He was first initiated into doing this when he
was in school. Swami told him that he (Swami) was the only purusha in
the world and the whole world was his wife. Nandan was asked to think
of himself as Radha, devoted to the Krishna. 

Nandan's whole attitude towards life is now irrevocably changed.
There was another boy, Kumar (say), who was called for interview the
first time. He was so elated. That afternoon a bunch of us went up to
him (he was our junior) and asked him what happened. He had a blissful
look on his face as he spoke. "Swami asked me if I had stomach ache? I
said by Swami's grace I don't. Swami laughed and said 'Why do you have
to hide it from me? Tell me, do you have stomach ache?' I don't know
why but I said yes. Swami then said he will cure it and produced
sandalwood oil from thin air and rubbed it on my stomach and below. I
will never forget the experience". We did not need such proofs
however. It was always obvious. Jokes with double meanings, pattings
on the cheek, pinching students. 

He had the horrible habit of putting his hand inside the shirt pocket
and pinching the chest.

Students who entered this quicksand of destruction, whether willingly
or otherwise, lead an unspeakable life. Devoted students held them in
awe and the students who knew, either despised them or pitied them.
And they had no recourse.
....
http://www.bridgeoflove.com/bookstore/icke/magazine/vol12/articles/findings1.html

"My life is my message".... how true indeed. :)))

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Dit, dat, dot. The puppets on the strings. Predictable.