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Puttaparthi and the view of the ashram, the village and the museum on the hill
Sathya Sai Baba is giving his Darshan, that means the ‘walk of blessing’ of a Saint, in the hall are 4000 devotees daily.
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2. Suddenly, a snowbird appeared in front of her eyes. A wonderful snowbird, with long white wings and long white feathers, and a violet and blue comb. His beak had a
little touch of red and pink colour. The snowbird spread out his wings and covered the little girl in the snow for a moment.
He started to speak: ‘My little girl, come with me, I will show you, from where I have come.’
And the girl opened her eyes in amazement, looked at the snowbird
and replied: ‘I cant fly! I am a little girl’
A warm smile came from the snowbird:’ Specially little girls like to fly! Come on my wings, hold on tight and we will fly
together.’
The girl took off her gloves, grasped into the feathers and hold on. The snowbird spread his wings, both of them flew high in the sky, first on the level of the
surrounding rocks, but soon they got higher and higher, and they finally reached the clouds. But even the clouds and the blizzard were left behind. Now they flew under the shimmering
blue, the sun had already coloured the evening sky. The peaks were shining in so many different shades of pink, that one might, that it was actually many snowbirds, holding up
their pink beaks to the sky.
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Sathya Sai Baba is giving Darshan on the womens side
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Wilderness around Puttaparthi
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The entrance gate of the second Ashram in Whitefield near Bangalore.
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4.Finally, she was exhausted from doing housework, the
remembrance of the snowbird appeared again. She grasped into her
pocket, found the egg from the snowbird, which was still there. When
she took it into her hand, the shell broke and a little snowbird showed
his face with a pink beak. Oh what a wonderful smile ran across the
mouth of the little girl. She remembered so much, of what the snowbird
told her all the time ago. She could not longer pretend to live a
normal village life. She started to dream that she could fly.
Then she flew. First above the huts of the village, then above the wood
near by, and over the fields, still covered by snow.
All the villagers came out of their huts, and saw her
with their own eyes. From that moment on, no one could have doubts that
little boys and girls could fly. People started to remember times, they
themselves had flown. The memory was enough. Soon everybody was flying
with the little girl over the huts of the village. Now, when they
looked at themselves, they realized, that they were more than just
ordinary human bodies. Now they had a white shining plumage and the
beak which glittered pink in the evening sun. Nobody thought of
collecting firewood or digging for food.
When you see in these days a flock of white birds
in the evening sky, just passing by over your head into the sunset,
perhaps that you might see at the front the little girl flying, who
still believes in her dreams, and has found her own freedom.
by Wendy and Jens / Feb 2002
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1. Faraway in the Himalayan Mountains, there lived once a little girl in a small village. She was doing the work of a little girl, helping her parents, collecting the firewood, cooking for the
men, who worked in the fields and carrying the water from a far away well. In these days, there was a heavy winter, which came over the village and life became difficult for the villagers. The well was frozen, the
wood for the oven was covered by snow and ice, and itself the cooking was not easy because of the cold wind coming through the gap of the windows.
The little girl went outside one day, to find some wood for the oven. But she ran into a hard snowstorm, a blizzard. All her footsteps were covered very soon by the fresh snow. And she was
already faraway from her village. The mountains looked so black, the high rocks covered by snow and ice. The blizzard was getting harder and harder, finally she could not see her own hands anymore. The little girl
started crying, but her tears turn into ice, causing her pain. She dug a hole in the snow and lay down, not knowing if she would survive or if she would die. Maybe her parents would find her next spring, when the
snow melts away, she thought to herself. Totally frozen, not able to move even the little finger in her gloves anymore, she surrendered her life to fate, the great fate, invisible and mysterious, and closed her
eyes..
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Samadhi, the commomrial for the parents of Sathya Sai Baba
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3. The snowbird flew to one of the mountains. A small colony of snowbirds existed only here. He softly spoke to one of the birds. The bird moved away, and under him a nest with some eggs appeared. The
eggs were not longer than a thumb, speckled by black and white spots. The snowbird let down the little girl very softly, and took one egg out of the nest.
He turned to the little girl and spoke: ‘This egg is a sign of all the dreams that a human can have. The good and the bad dreams, the dreams which can help others and the dreams, which are
made just for self satisfaction. You notice that you can fly, because you can dream, little girl. As long as you can dream, the wings of a snowbird brings you to any place you want.’ He gave the egg to the little
girl. The little girl fell silent, dumbfounded that within moments her village world had turned into a dreamland. ‘Fly back to the village, my little one. Remember always: Be of help to others.”
The little girl nodded her head and holding the egg, suddenly thought of her parents. They must be worried about their little girl, because she had left such a long time and had gone out in such
a heavy blizzard. Upon having just one thought of her home, found herself flying back, over the high mountains, back to her snowy village where the blizzard was still raging.
When she landed in the village, the parents were so glad to have her back. Nobody could explain, how she had survived and what had happened. The villagers did not believe her story. She started
to live a normal life again. But in this hard winter, life was still not easy. Sometimes, the little girl would get an idea about something that the villagers could do, to make life become a little easier. She
always got the same answers: ‘We have always done things in this way! Why should we change?’ Sometimes they would shout: ”Oh these crazy ideas of a silly girl!’ And so the little girl hid her creativity and
went back to normal work, helping her parents in the house. Snowbirds? Flying? Mountain peaks? Slowly the little girls memories faded away like clouds.
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Stadium, schools and the university of Puttaparthi.
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Birds over Prasanthi Nilayam,
with a shining egg of a snowbird
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