Shree Sanjay Sai Sewa Organization Nepal

In Bhagawan Shree Sanjay Sai Baba’s fold: My journey with Faith, Trials and Miracles 

My grandmother and aunt were devoted to Satya Sai Baba and often visited Puttaparthi. At first, I joined bhajans only because my grandmother asked me to, and honestly, I was more interested in the gifts—rings, pendants and such—than in faith itself.

In Shankhamul, Kathmandu, I used to spend time at my son’s cassette shop. Neighborhood ladies would gather there and talk about their in-laws, but I disliked such conversations. Instead, I suggested renting a room to start bhajans and satsang. By divine grace, one lady offered her house free of charge, saying, “I am alone and love bhajans. Let us conduct satsangs here.” We began with a small old photo of Satya Sai. None of us knew Sai bhajans, so we sang whatever we could. One day, a Sai devotee from the neighborhood joined us and taught us the proper way. Slowly, my faith in Sai began to grow.

At my son’s shop, I started keeping Sai materials—vibhuti, photos, pendants etc. A devotee offered me items worth NPR 10,000 to sell. They were sold out quickly, and soon I found a wholesale supplier. Thus began my journey of selling Sai Baba materials with the motive of serving devotees.

Meanwhile, I started teaching local children the Gayatri Mantra. They began greeting everyone with “Sairam,” and soon our area became known as “Sai Baba Tole.” The environment transformed positively, though my family was unhappy with my devotion.

By divine grace, I got an opportunity to visit the Satya Sai Centre in Bangalore. My brother’s wife was sick, and someone told him about a good hospital there that provides free heart treatment. My brother requested my husband to let me accompany her, and he reluctantly agreed. A total of six of us traveled to Bangalore. We received Satya Sai Baba’s darshan. My eyes met His, and with tears I prayed: “This is my first and last visit, as my family is strict and won’t allow me to come again. Please come to Nepal.” From there, we visited Puttaparthi also.

Five years after my visit to Banglore, my neighbor Kamala Sairam told me about a young Baba named Sanjay Sai, who had created vibhuti and a pendant for her. I scolded her for believing in “fake babas,” insisting that Satya Sai was the only true Sai. She showed me the pendant, which had Shirdi Sai on one side and Satya Sai on the other. When I held it, I felt something extraordinary, though I kept silent because I had already criticized her. That night I could neither eat nor sleep. After three days, I returned to Kamala and asked her to take me to Sanjay Sai.

One auspicious day, she took me to Baba’s house. We searched several times before finding it. I was feverish and hungry, and I asked Kamala to buy some samosas from Tiptop, but she reminded me that Baba disliked visitors bringing food. Late in the evening, we finally reached the house, and Baba appeared at the window. The moment I saw him, I felt a deep past-life connection.

Baba materialized a handful of Vibhuti for me. His grandmother asked me to eat it. I did so, silently wondering if he was truly my Satya Sai. At that moment, the familiar smell of Tiptop samosas came to me, and I realized Baba knew I was hungry—this was a sign of his divinity.

As we left, Baba said, “Purnima, tomorrow there is bhajan at Thapathali, you come.” I hesitated, knowing my family opposed my attending bhajans. Baba showed me the place on the way, but later I told Kamala that I could not go. She urged me, saying, “Come once, since Baba himself has asked. If you cannot continue, then stop afterward.” Thanks to Kamala’s guidance, I am in Baba’s fold today only because of her.

By Baba’s grace, the following day I managed to go there. To my surprise, the house belonged to a devotee I had met five years earlier in Banglore, where we had shared satsangs. She had invited me to visit Tirupati Balaji, but I could not join, and they had gone without me. We met again at the bhajan.

Baba arrived and sat on a chair. After aarati, He asked me to sit at his lotus feet and told them to record a video clip. When I watched it, I was astonished—where others saw Baba, I saw Lord Tirupati-Balaji, and in place of myself, a golden ball of light revolving at his feet. Though others saw only Baba, this miracle convinced me that He was truly Satya Sai.

I had prayed for Satya Sai to come to Nepal, and now Swami Himself is here. From that moment, I began attending bhajans regularly despite family opposition.

One incident happened during a neighbor’s marriage function. On such occasions, we all gather and help each other. The next day, the Sai Ashram had organized its first water service, which I was supposed to attend. I was in a rush, cooking quickly to finish my chores and then go to the neighbor’s house to help. While seasoning lentils with jimbu [Himalayan Allium] and oil, the boiling lentil splashed onto my face. I shouted, “Baba… Baba…” and washed my face with cold water. Blisters formed immediately, and the skin peeled off. The pain was unbearable, and I fainted.

A doctor came home and applied ointment. When I regained consciousness, my husband was crying beside me. He said my face was badly damaged. I could hardly see because of the blisters and could not even think of going to the hospital.

On the third day, Shanta came to ask if I wanted to accompany Swami to Darjeeling. I told her I could not even attend the water seva. I requested her to bring some vibhuti from Swami for me, as I was in great pain. She agreed, but when she returned, she said Swami had given vibhuti to her directly, making her eat it. I became upset and said, “Baba, I am suffering, yet you gave vibhuti to her, not to me? From now on, I won’t come to you anymore.” I was a stupid then.

That night, I saw Swami in a dream. I was at the gate, and Swami came to Kamala’s house next to mine. Baba asked me to come. I refused at first, but when He called again, I went. He made me sit on the floor. Baba blew on my face. I felt a soothing coolness—I still remember it vividly.

Suddenly, my husband woke me up and said, “Purnima, it’s a miracle—your face has no scars.” I looked in the mirror, and indeed, my face was completely healed. The skin was fresh and even looked younger. I told him, “See, you don’t believe my Baba is God. In my dream, he blew on my face, and you disturbed me—my Baba is God.”

On Thursday, I went to bhajan in my area. Everyone cried when they saw my clean face. They said, “We thought your face was damaged forever. Swami is great—your face looks even younger now.”

I have received innumerable blessings in my life.

On one occasion, Swami gave me a large Shivlingam. Meena Sairam, a close devotee of Satya Sai Baba, once prayed to Swami to grace her house with a divine visit. Baba agreed and said he would materialize a Shivlingam there. Meena was confident it would be given to her and even prepared a silver pot to place it in. Later, Swami told us that I would receive the lingam instead. I was in dharma-shankat (a moral dilemma) and prayed to Swami to give it to her, saying, “I already have you in my life—what more could I want?” But Swami said, “No, I will give her one another time.” He instructed me to give the water from the Shivlingam to children when they were sick. The Shivlingam itself changes color—sometimes pink, sometimes white. I perform abhishekam, and give the sacred water to those who are unwell. With Swami’s grace, they are healed.

I was also blessed to witness a materialization at a devotee’s house. Shivaa Sairam was preparing to visit Maa Vaishno Devi and invited Baba to her home. She prayed to Swami to step into her shrine. Swami asked me to follow him. Looking at the idols in the shrine, Swami asked, “Are you going to Vaishno Devi?” She replied yes. Swami then moved his hand in a familiar way, and to my amazement, a red chunari appeared from his palm. He asked her to offer it to Maa Vaishno Devi. I was deeply blessed to witness this miracle—the first time I saw materialization directly before my eyes.

Once, on Rishi Panchami, there was a puja in my locality. Swami said He would come to have karkalo-bhat (taro leaf curry with rice), prepared on that special day. He told me to stay at home and send Kamala to pick Him up. I waited at the gate to welcome Him. Swami created a ring with Shirdi Baba’s image for me. From the ring, sindur (red powder) flowed continuously for thirty minutes. Swami said, “If you face any difficulties or problems, remember me by rubbing this ring. I will come anytime, anywhere.”

Kalpana and Kamala wanted to test it, though I was reluctant. When they rubbed the ring, my aunt immediately called, saying, “What are you doing? Swami has arrived—come quickly.” All three of us ran to her house.

Later, Swami’s travel was scheduled for sixteen days to Puttaparthi. There, Swami told me, “Purnima, you bring a very short life. I will extend your life.” and softly tapped my head. He then said, “Don’t rub the ring unnecessarily. I am going to Puttaparthi.”

While Swami was in Puttaparthi, I felt life was difficult without him. One night at 3:00 a.m., I woke up suddenly, missing Swami deeply. I prayed, “Swami, please forgive me, I will rub it just once.” Immediately, I found myself in a desert. Kamala and Shanta were there but soon they disappeared, leaving me alone. Panicking, I cried, “Swami, how can I return? I am all alone here.” Then a long hand reached out, held mine, and slowly pulled me into a beautiful garden where Swami was present. I asked him, “Swami, you extended my life—how long is it?” Swami replied, “fifteen years.”

That same day, Soni, who had traveled to Puttaparthi with Swami, called me, and asked, “What did you do?” Surprised, I replied, “What did I do?” She said, “At 3:00 a.m., Swami suddenly rose up and shouted, ‘This Purnima troubles me a lot!’”

Once, out of ego, I committed a mistake. I was late to the Ashram in Shankhamul. One of the devotees scolded me harshly for being late, which made me angry. He said Swami had already left. I asked, “Where did he go?” He replied, “He went home.” I said, “Where will he go? If I rub this ring, he will come back.” But when I looked for, the ring was gone from the place I had kept it. I prayed at Swami’s lotus feet, admitting that I had lost the ring because of my ego. Swami did not say a word—he only smiled.

In another darshan in the month of Baisakh 2081 [April-May 2024], Swami told me, “You have brought a very long life.” I asked, “How long, Baba?” He replied, “Eight months.” At home, I told my family, “Swami’s words never fail. I have only eight months. I cannot say if he will extend it, but last time also he extended my life.”

In the eighth month, one midnight, my breath suddenly stopped. I could not speak. I tried to drink water, but it spilled out. Struggling and stumbling, I reached the door and banged it. My son came and immediately prepared the car to take me to the hospital. I signaled him to stop. Slowly, in my heart, I began chanting mantras. Gradually, I was able to drink water, and after some time, I returned to normal. Only a month later did I realize that Swami had once again extended my life again. I believe swami has extended my life for some reason, I must do more seva in this lifetime.

One evening, a devotee called me in distress. Her 84 year old husband had suddenly collapsed. He was in the hospital emergency ward with a weak heartbeat. Doctors wanted to install a pacemaker, but due to continuous bleeding from his temple, they could not proceed. It was 11:00 p.m. I instructed her to remember Swami, then I began meditating and sending light to the patient. Swami had taught us light meditation, saying it has the power to heal—even cancer. I prayed fervently and sent light continuously for a long time.

The next day, she came to my home. I gave her vibhuti and water from the Shivlingam for him. She told me that the bleeding had stopped that very night, and the pacemaker had been successfully implanted. Her husband was much better.

My husband does not like me going to Baba and the ashram. One night, he strongly told me to choose between him or Baba. I was shocked but I firmly said, “I am ready to leave the world, but I will never leave my God.”

Once we visited a relative sai devotee. He told my husband the ashram was bad and warned him not to allow me go there. I told him, “If Swami hadn’t taken care of me, I wouldn’t be alive today. You know I had big red patches all over my body—everyone said it was cancer. Only Swami’s vibhuti healed me, and you know this very well.” 

While returning, when we reached near ashram, I asked the taxi driver to stop it. My husband was shocked and asked, “Where are you going?” I replied, “To the ashram.” I got down immediately thinking that he would not allow me to go to ashram anymore. I cried in front of Shashi Sairam, telling her everything. I said, “Where should I go now? There is no place for me to stay in the ashram, and when I return home, my husband will not allow me in.” 

Baba lovingly told me, “Purnima, you go home. Your husband will not do anything.”

Fearfully, I went home and looked inside through the door. My husband said calmly, “Purnima, are you back? They are bad people—how can they say such things against your faith?” I was shocked.

Such are Baba’s leelas.

Jay Sai Ram