Sairam Beloved Sai Family
Last night I was thinking about our Swami very intensely. I told Him that I missed Him so much, those wonderful days in darshan and lingering outside His abode soaking up the sunlight of His divine presence on earth.
So, I went to bed humming that sacred bhajan - Let me touch Your Feet. Towards morning in between waking and dreaming I had a sublime celestial contact:
I recall searching for Swami that bhajan revolving in my head. I came to a city there was a huge statue of Hanuman. I walked quickly down a street and turned into a building. I found myself in what looked like a lovely prayer room. On the altar there was a photo of a Guru. Then a man in orange greeted me. He had a ponytail and was relatively young. I said "padanamaskar" He looked at me very intently and said: "That is not required. Spread the word that Prema is going forth now. He is down." As I started waking up I could hear the words very crisp and clear ringing in the soft morning atmosphere of my room. I wonder....
Last night I was thinking about our Swami very intensely. I told Him that I missed Him so much, those wonderful days in darshan and lingering outside His abode soaking up the sunlight of His divine presence on earth.
So, I went to bed humming that sacred bhajan - Let me touch Your Feet. Towards morning in between waking and dreaming I had a sublime celestial contact:
I recall searching for Swami that bhajan revolving in my head. I came to a city there was a huge statue of Hanuman. I walked quickly down a street and turned into a building. I found myself in what looked like a lovely prayer room. On the altar there was a photo of a Guru. Then a man in orange greeted me. He had a ponytail and was relatively young. I said "padanamaskar" He looked at me very intently and said: "That is not required. Spread the word that Prema is going forth now. He is down." As I started waking up I could hear the words very crisp and clear ringing in the soft morning atmosphere of my room. I wonder....
