Some years ago when Baba visited the Himalayas with a party of chosen disciples, they all behaved like excited boys in the unfamiliar snow. Baba threw snowballs at them and enjoyed the improvised "tobaggans" on which they careered down the slopes. Yet, on another day, He blessed a venerable sage in his cave retreat, by granting him a sight of His cosmic form, which left the old man in a state of unimaginable ecstasy.
I am reminded of another occasion when a great sage had stayed for a long time at Prashanti Nilayam. Afterwards, he wrote, "At the last moment of leave-taking, His transformation into Krishna in dazzling splendour, blinding my sight, is a face never to be forgotten in my life."
(From the book "Sai Humour" by Peggy Mason)
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