A small party decided to stop in Puttaparthi,
after having passed a holiday on an island of the Indian Ocean. In this
company there was also a woman who did not share the choice of that
spiritual excursion, but, pressed by collective needs, she reluctantly
underwent the consequences.
When they reached Puttaparthi, the breaking
points and inconveniences of this locality sharpened the aversion of the
lady, who in vain mourned the days upon the white beaches of the
island. Not many days had gone by, when Sai Baba received the group.
In
the interview room the woman, who in spite of herself was involved in
the event, sought refuge in a little corner, hoping to pass unobserved
and waiting for it all to finish as quickly as possible. She watched
without any interest the entrance of Swami, Who, having sat upon His
armchair, asked the translator to refer to the woman that in her life
there had been a precise period in which she had asked for Him.
The woman readily replied: "It cannot be. In my life I have never sought to meet with a person like him."
Swami made a second request to the translator
and then a third: "Tell her that two years and three months ago, she had
looked for Me intensely." The woman started to falter and tried to
break off the guessing game, nervously reassuring the translator that it
was mathematically impossible.
"Ask her – Swami continued – "if she does not
remember that night in which it was pouring down with rain… that bridge…
that tree… that river…."
At this point, the woman started to frown,
paled and then took on colour again; then once again she was startled by
that memory. She admitted having passed a night in desperation and, in
that sad difficult moment, cried out loud: "God! Where are You?" The
woman now perceived Who might be He Who was describing a past which she
herself had forgotten.
(Source: Sai Spiirtual Showers)
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