Satya Sai Baba gave the photograph on that date because He knew of my connection with the event. Even more extraordinary is that it had a similar connection on the day I received it many years later. He was linking another series of experiences, both within and without. The way a religious or spiritual organization behaves is the same as how things operate in society and politics. The games and corruption are identical. These are not separate areas; they mirror each other in corruption and devaluation. The idea of separating church and state is a grand illusion. Nothing I was going through interested anybody. In fact, without realizing it, I was being subtly excluded from the various groups in the small town. A paradoxical blessing brought the expression of photographs in illustration. The outer manifestation of the dreams before I arrived in Puttaparthi now became photographs and dreams while experiencing darshans daily. All I can do is set it down. Interpretations from my point of view relevant to Him, enabling me to establish the connection by being given the photograph on that day to reach my own Atma and the metabolization of group pain that goes beyond divisive boundaries. Groups within groups, cults within cults, retribution instead of live and let live. The religious organizations, the political and societal organizations, and the vast abyss of suffering. At the feet of the Avatar, the cult of personality and the common tendency to regard others' experiences as delusions. The government lies about treating people fairly since it values only the groups with the largest voting margin. It is like entering the deepest jungle with unknown, nameless organisms and no bottom. To keep my head among the trees and hear the leaves rustling... The quasars in the universe draw in everything until they explode and thus form another universe. The night preceding September 11th, 2001, Satya Sai Baba appeared to me in a dream or vision while I was lucid dreaming, entering deep within myself to find Him there, as usual, in His orange robe. In the dream, he demonstrated his omnipresence by manifesting two keys with a wave of His hands. He placed the two keys in my hands. The next morning I received a phone call while watching two planes fly into the World Trade Center. A call about my new subsidized apartment came to me while I witnessed thousands die in a terrorist attack. I had waited many years and was always denied because of long waitlists. That day held a deeper significance. Many years later, on Sept 11, instead of a dream, I received a photograph…that day of the photograph, I got another call and was on my way to meet the chief of Police of Anantapur.