SAI DARSHAN DREAM, 11/07/17

Om Sai Ram Dear Ones,

Our beloved Swami hears our anguished cries, our tears do not go unnoticed.
I was feeling very sad for the past few days, so much gun violence and discord
in the USA and the world at large. The episode with the church was particularly horrendous. Throw in politics and its all so very disheartening.

I took the only drug I know can truly lift the spirits and calm the agitated mind:
The blessed Name of God. I found two bhajans that pierced the darkness in my heart and mind as I
sang them over and over:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtWUmnu1VFM
Araja Suno Mere Parama Kripalu
Partishvara Sai Deva 
Araja Suno Mere Parama Kripalu
Satya Sanatana Antaryami
Sakala Charachara Tum Ho Swami
Janama Marana Se Par Karo
Bhava Bandhan Se Uddhar Karo (Baba...)
Translation:
Hear my request, all-merciful Parthi Sai. You are the eternal Truth, 
the indweller and the Lord of all creation.
Please liberate me from this bondage of existence and 
take me beyond the process of life and death..

The second bhajan:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCmoxgvYh58&sns=fb
(I am not sure if I got these words right. I searched
everywhere and could not find the
actual bhajan lyrics and English translation.
I will update when I get a clearer translation.)
Mana mandir mein ao Pyare
ao Sai hamare
Hey Ke thumi ho bandhu sakare
Ao Sai Hamare
mana ke veeno duje pukare
ao Sai Hamare
bhava sagarame naiya more
para karo rhaka vare
Mind, Come dear, come to the temple of Sai come. Sai You are our only refuge.
Sai can take us across the ocean of illusion. We are calling You dear Sai, hear our prayers.

In the dream:
I traveled back in time to the church I grew up in. The First Reformed
Church of Astoria. An elegant, red and green Dutch reformed church located on a steep hill
near my home. As I sat in these familiar nostalgic surroundings with the amazing pipe organ, its
intricate system of melodious pipes climbing eloquently towards the belfry. I saw our beautiful Lord Sathya Sai Baba giving darshan to us. Luckily I was seated on the edge of the pew. Gracefully, Bhagavan floated up the center aisle gazing at us as only He can, entering the innermost sanctum of our souls.

As Swami came near me, I looked up at Him with all the love I could express in that brief moment, I whispered: "Baba....?" Our benevolent and compassionate Sai poured His divine sweetness and peace into me. And then reached down and ran His holy hand through my hair in such a tender, nurturing gesture.
He then glided towards the back and left.

In a heavenly state I got up and walked to the building adjacent to the church This is where we usually held Sunday school. There were a few Sai devotees there. I had brought a huge painting and left it there. The brothers wanted to put a protective glass coating over the painting. But, I said, "It's not finished." When I looked again the painting to my surprise was completed.

How blessed we are to Have this Omnipresent connection with God in the sublime form of Sathya Sai Baba.
Jai Sai Ram Forever!