Sathya Sai Baba – The Man Who Would Be ‘King of Kings’

                                                                                    

 Sathya Sai Baba Dead (85), Long Before He Had Foretold (96).

From November 1975, continuing until October 1999, I was inspired by a series of remarkable situations to become a devotee of Sathya Sai Baba. In early 1978, he asked me to teach at his college at Whitefield, via Bangalore, South India. 

My words below may suggest, indirectly, a little of the intense nature of that connection and what became of it twenty-five years later, as evidence counter to my assumptions, and from the testimony of many credible witnesses from of countries around the world, and then large documentation of the profound cover up by Puttaparthi, local, state and central government of the circumstances to the police killings in his bedroom, of his many failed predictions and promises of healing, and of many anomalies and sometimes risible absurdities  became ever more compelling.

A song can sometimes be a better vehicle of such deep  experiences and ideals than many prosaic explanations.  Should any former devotees, or others, relate to the content, I shall be happy, once they have clearly identified themselves, to send the music, which, though original,  is redolent of a long British Isles folk tradition.

The Man Who Would Be ‘King of Kings’. By Barry Pittard

 

I dreamed a dream

So exquisitely

Believable, sublime

I thought it had more substance

Than the Wafer and the Wine

 

It was the vision of a man

A man of miracles

He lived in a land

Where a holy man

Is the flesh of the hidden Divine

 

I saw him stand

Barefoot in the sand

In a silken robe of bright crimson

Beside a temple quaint

That a wizard might paint

“Lord Lord”, they adored him in long chanting

And on and on they chimed:

He gives sight to the blind

Stones speak, the lame leap from their chairs

This vision shook me from head to foot

It took me all unawares …

 

He crooned to me

Most gracefully:

You’ve been with Me throughout Time

I am the Timeless and am yet

Your Wafer and your Wine …

 

… I have decreed

The whole world shall be freed

Come advance in my Retreat

For I am the fire, the smoke and the ash

Your sweet Lord and your Lotus Feet

 

This ‘King of Kings’

Conjured pendants and rings

He said: these gifts hold my deep mysteries

In his temple quaint

That a fakir might paint

When drunk with wild sweet ecstasies

On and on his crowd called:

Thou art the Giver of all

The weight of our dark deeds thou sparest

My dream lit my shrine, like my heart was divine

As I adored him through my rainbow tears

 

I dreamed this dream

So exquisitely

Believable, sublime

I thought it had more substance

Than the Wafer, than the Wine

 

Oh it was the vision of a man

Or a God of miracles

He lived in a land

Where a holy man

Is an ikon of the One Divine

 

From his throne in the sand

He fed the poor with his hand

But raised golden thrones, and florid palaces

Round his temple quaint

Like a Walt Disney might paint

But with bread came the games, came the circuses

And on and on he rolled

In his chariot of pure gold

Told all:  Watch me light up all the spheres

Before my eyes, he kappoofed in cloud of ash

Into my last cup full of tears

 

And he foretold

He would not grow old

His young boys were an endless line

 

In his boudoir quaint

With its tinsel and paint

And he was bitter bread, and tart wine

 

His face a mask of stone

He would weep, he would groan

And the rulers of his land covered up for him

 

His prophecies failed

He walked in circles, he railed

The emperor was nude, but who saw him?

 

In his temple quaint

He would mutter and faint

But with glory his propagandists would draw him

 

And on and on the blind droves

Filled his treasury troves

He said: My stomach it weighed three tonnes of gold

And his Fool’s Gold was all seen on a BBC screen

And his empire began to fold

 

And on and on his cart creaked

His infirmities shreiked

He told all:  You must all be well-behaved

And I laughed from my gut, as I at last woke up

With the real world to be faced!

 

… With the real world

To be

Faced

*   Note:    Copyright protected by The Australasian Performing Right Association (APRA)

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• For the Hans Christian Anderson fable referred to, ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’, see my article:  When ‘Divine’ Magnetism Becomes A Dead Weight
• For the title, ‘The Man Who Who Be ‘King of Kings’, I have drawn on the title of the Rudyard Kipling story, ‘The Man Who Would Be King’

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General

Excerpt From Public Petition (and introduction)

Public Petition For Official Investigations of Sathya Sai Baba and His Worldwide Organization

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