Paying Respects to Sai Baba at Shirdi (Note: As cameras are strictly forbidden at Shirdi, I've tried to create word pictures of my/our experience, below. There's a photo of the life-sized "throne" statue of Sai Baba, as well as some nice, atmospheric devotional music, at the Sai Baba website. I would imagine that many more photos of the Sai Baba Temple complex can be found through an extensive Google search.) I loved Shirdi, as well as Sakori, though Shirdi had an electric, rather than a quiet/eternal atmosphere. There were thousands of Indians there! It felt practically like Mecca might feel during the Haj. We got VIP passes, which shortened our way once inside the main waiting area for the Shrine. But it took a long time for the passes to come through. Meanwhile, we stood around or walked in circles on the enormous grounds while Victor Seckler and our drivers were fenegling with the temple authorities. During this hour or more, one person was stricken with sunstroke. We then all repaired to a large rest room area with an electic fan, to rest and help her recover.
*** Another very high point of the day for me was stopping on the way from Sakori to the main Sai Baba shrine area, at the Khandoba Temple. As we waited in line to get into this small yellow building, set way back from the busy commercial road our vans had pulled up along, I realized this was the place where Sai had sent Upasni, and where Upasni had lived in solitude for a couple of years. As I remembered reading, the Temple had been infested with snakes and scorpions. That description had led me for decades to imagine that the temple was somewhere in the wilderness, and I was a bit surprised to find it nowadays along the busy commercial thoroughfare of Shirdi. I guess all of this grew up since Sai Baba passed away. After bowing down in the Temple reverently, only then did it hit me...this was where Upasni had met the approaching Merwan by hurling the stone! It was, and is, one of the main Birthing Places of the Avataric Age. It was stunningly anti-climactic to have that realization only when I was walking away, back toward the van. However, I was glad to have had a sense of some of the enormous spiritual significance of the Temple as I'd lain my head upon the little cement feet they had there for foreheads to touch. I had known even then that I was bowing at the place where Upasni Maharaj was sent by the Qutub-e-Irshad to be prepared for, and finally to gain, Realization. That had been enough to move me deeply, as my forehead hit the ground. |