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Satya Sai Baba revealed a new dimension of remembrance and healing through His photographs. I felt a living current of grace, each image echoing the formless healing I had once received. These photographs became alchemy, turning pain into bliss and then into laughter that felt entirely new. He revealed a path of healing that returned to me what I had once surrendered to Him, a quiet miracle. I could not measure its worth, and was astonished to witness others touched by this Leela in Puttaparthy and elsewhere, even as most remained unaware. Photography was still a fresh language, and only He decided if an image would resonate beyond me. When it did, I felt deep gratitude and trusted the receiver to find its value. I have freely included an excerpt of the Sankalpa Blessing I received more than 25 years ago, as well as a few excerpts throughout this website. I have only published part 1 to establish the book's tone. The remaining chapters are still being edited, but one can decide from part 1 whether the remainder is of any interest.
the treble clef
I stood alone across from the music hall. I held the camera over my heart so I wouldn’t miss the darshan by focusing on the viewfinder. To feel Him. I snapped the photograph on intuition. The silent messaging from the glass canvas communication was evident when I sat with the reflection I received in front of the music hall. The table clef was self-evident, reflecting many layers that were addressed if one believed the spiritual heart prompted the timing of receiving the photograph. The glass canvas paintings reflect a treble clef in front of the music college, weaving worlds of healing and loss into a single image through metaphor and symbolism the words all with double and triple meanings… When I returned to my room and absorbed the gift of reflection in all its meanings and symbolism, I thought about what I had given up to receive it. The two “keys” Satya Sai Baba had handed me in a dream more than 26 years ago carried symbolic meaning in their language and metaphors. Homonyms were also relevant in symbols so the photograph conveyed. Keys implied double meanings that opened doors and sounds in all three worlds. The treble clef photograph invited contemplation of music, sounds, vibrations, and the quality of silent symbols that speak to the soul through imagery, metaphor, and silence. The single lens of a camera and a photograph of the Avatar capture glass-canvas paintings in a symbolic language that can speak to the soul if one sees beyond their own limitations to the vast capabilities of conveyance available to such a being as an Avatar. My personal experience, although relevant in some contexts, is offered only for texture, tapestry, and stories only included by the voice in my heart. The silent song and the treble clef—was an experience that cannot be mapped on a musical scale, but perhaps reflected through images of an Avatar captured by following the spiritual heart. Hold the symbolic keys that unlock doors of perception created by lived experiences both profound and soaring, tragic and hidden. At the feet of the Avatar, deception and false claims about sanity were common. I appreciated Satya Sai Baba for my experiences and for blessing my first book, which focused on true antipoverty work and the dynamics of boundaries in spiritual expression rather than self-promotion. A book I did not publish formally, the Blessing given by His hand was also a symbol used throughout this memoir, representing the values of the actions He took during His advent and the culture both honoured and ignored. But it was a triple Blessing for the three worlds that encompass this entire retrospective. Satya Sai Baba kept guiding me to give, though some used my generosity against me. Many longed for my inner experiences without comprehending what they cost to receive. Some even claimed my experiences as their own after reading about them or accused me of nefarious use when I was innocent of their accusations. They were revealing themselves. I saw these dynamics firsthand. Who truly reflects Him, and who exploits His name and image for power and 'spiritual authority'? How will I distinguish them? How do I stay true to the healing that has been gifted to me? In these photographs, I share, in part, a personal healing principle He gave in the moment of receiving it, but they also serve as a validation of my path despite betrayals by those claiming spirituality or knowledge of His will. Spiritual inflation served their egos rather than healing. My dreams and inner visions, confirmed by these images, brought me real healing. Every moment, dream, and photograph was meaningful. They showed how true healing came from facing betrayals and darkness within the larger story, led by His leelas, which I tell for illustration and perhaps for learning for those who follow false narratives. Genuine healing comes from personal insight, not the approval of those who misrepresent spiritual truth. Not with those who denounce and ignore His written and spoken words on the concepts of channelling. That is the main concept explored, among others, revealed and unveiled in this partial memoir. My only knowledge came from my own Blessed experiences, which did not fit others' expectations of spirituality. Manipulation can make one blind and deaf, but I quickly realized these dynamics weren't limited to spiritual settings; they seemed to be amplified there. At what point do people ignore the main thrust of His teachings and words and still engage in practices and beliefs that He has said are not true and are echoed in every religion? The treble clef and the keys…to His consciousness… The stories are not linear in their expression…and neither are the photographs.