Who Am I?

SOULJOURNS - HIS STORY OF SAI BABA APPEARING IN HIS DREAMS FOR THREE MONTHS STRAIGHT IS NOT TO BE MISSED. BRIAN BRUNIUS/MUST SEE from Ted Henry & Jody Cleary on Vimeo . This is an amazing and amusing video about one man's journey to Sai Baba - and his treatment when he reached Puttaparthy. Not to be missed!

Puttaparthy, about four hours drive north-east of Bangalore, is the site of Sai Baba's ashram, Prasanthi Nilyam, and was once a small cowherds' village. It's now a large and bustling town which probably has the most eclectic population of all of India as thousands of people visit the ashram annually from all over the world. It's also the site of his free schools and university, as well as a huge free hospital (built with funds donated particularly by Isaac Tigrett from the sale of his Hard Rock Cafes). There is another free hospital at Whitefield, a suburb of Bangalore Sai Baba himself, an avatar and the reincarnation of Sai Baba of Shirdi, died on 24th April 2011. Up until the day he entered hospital on 28th March, he was still giving his darshan (blessing) to his visitors and the hundreds of schoolchildren in his schools daily from a specially adapted Toyota Porte from which he could descend in his wheelchair. Sai Baba's teachings are simple and timeless. Th...

'Somewhere out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there' (Someone has make a short video to go with this wonderful saying; click here to see it) And poignantly 'Don't break the thread of love, Raheem has said What's cut won't join; if joined it knots the thread' A visitor to this journal has added these lovely lines, equally appropriate 'The tides will take my poetry and song, And carry off the clothes I did not own. Good and bad, devotion, empty piety -- Moonlight brings and moonlight takes away'. This reminds me so much of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and the Tale of the Heike while the following poem reminds me of the Astravakra Gita What can I do? I do not know myself. I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim, I am not from east or west, not from land or sea, not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament, not of the earth, not of ...

I am all that is, all that can be known, all that seeks fulfillment. Sunrise and sunset keep repeating for I have willed so; the stars that lend sublime charm to the nocturnal sky hide their faces from human eyes during the day in obedience to my desire; the wind blows with no respite in order to keep animate beings alive since that is my wish; streams and rivulets giggle, laugh or roar along their beds during their pilgrimages to the sea for it pleases me; mankind itself is moulded into a million faces to represent the variety I relish. I move in the orbits of space, moving them inch by inch. See also The Rig Veda on Creation ,  The Stanzas of Dzyan  and Amergin