Sathya Sai Baba Deceptions Exposed

Exposing major deceits by guru Sathya Sai Baba in India, incl. murders cover-up & widely alleged sexual abuse

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Videos with testimony about Sai Baba’s sexual activities

Posted by robertpriddy on April 14, 2015

shepherdssaignana copyShort Video On the shepherds’ evidence about bullied Sai Baba by Professor Gnanasakarin In this video clip, an Indian professor Gnanasakarin, former Lecturer of Engineering at Sathya Sai University, describes how shepherds he met who knew Sathya Sai Baba in his childhood reported that he was already sexually invasive of other boys private parts.
Transcript: “I met one of the shepherds up in the mountain and they were chums of Sathya Sai Baba when he was growing up and they used to say how poor the family as at the time and the other kids around the town used to tease him a lot, Sathya Sai Baba. Even in those days when he was young he used to touch boys in places – very strange places. Sometimes they used to beat him up also. And he would just walk out because he can’t stand up against them. A boy like that would do anything to gain respect in the crowd. So one day suppose he kind of produces something out of thin air. “Ah. Sathya did something, what did you do, what did you do?” And I think that’s how he got started and then he started working pretty good.”

saisex2Short Video More evidence on sexual abuses by Sai Baba  Professor Gnanasakarin:
Transcript“This is a document written by a form oy in 1991 or 1992. A form boy is a student in the school or university, who is chosen by Sathya Sai Baba for sexual contact. The he gets a lot of benefits in the hostel.. so they are, you know, very happy about it, some of them.”
(Voice of US ex-devotee Alaya Rahm) “Sai Baba said that I had something wrong with my stomach and had me pull down my pants and appeared to – or did – manifest some sort of ointment on his hand, put it on my stomach and then started massaging my penis and just kept doing that, saying it was a great chance.”


Short Video Kushwant Singh and Ashok R. Hari on Sai Baba and sex A newspaper in Sri Lanka  wrote:
“Famous Indian writer Kushwant Singh once referred in his column to an American friend who was a disciple of Sai Baba. The American (Tal Brooke) was later disillusioned by what happened in Sai Baba’s campus and published his memoirs titled Lord of the Air: Tales of a Modern Antichrist. “He mentioned the prevalence of homosexuality and extreme violence there. I reviewed the book in one of my columns and earned the disapproval of his followers,” Singh said. “One of his Sikh disciples, a retired colonel who lived in Puttaparthi for some years, often wrote to persuade me to join him in the worship of my long-dead parents in a jungle in Kerala. Apparently, my parents had pleaded with him to get me to worship Sai Baba. I wondered why my parents did not come to Delhi and talk to me directly.” (the SL Sunday Times  24 April, 2011)
In the BBC film ‘The Secret Swami’ presenter Tanya Datta asked:-

TANYA DATTA: One of the things that a lot of the abuse victims we’ve talked to have said is that Sai Baba does the genital oilings because it is part of Hinduism. Have you heard anything…
KHUSHWANT SINGH There is no Indian tradition to support –  that worship of the linga includes  doing the ‘blow job’, if that is what you are referring to.I don’t think there is any basis for that whatsoever. (see on video clip)




Short video Tal Brooke tells of being cursed by Sai Baba Transcript: “His hand went in among the fly in my pants. One of the early meetings with him, real early and I immediately did this mental gymnastic ‘Oh this is a test of cosmic loyalty, this is to prove I’ve transcended the difference between good and evil and things. Gosh this does really make me in a sense… he kinda gonna know that if he put his hand he knows that I’am m gonna be repulsed, I’m gonna be shocked.”
T”He’s clearly not a normal person, he’s not durable on the street, there’s something tremendously different about him. If you’re in the Eastern mindset you say that difference means he’s divine. Well, from my present viewpoint, that difference could also have a diabolical side to it.”
T”My last encounter with him was when I left him, when I pulled his robe… in Anantapur at the opening og a girl’s college… the President of India, he had governors of state, he had people from Parliament. and I could still cloak myself as a member of the ‘inner circle’. There was huge crowd and that’s when I pulled his robe and he jumped away… I didn’t tear it off, that’s what I originally wanted to do – and he swore at me and he cursed me publicly.”
See more of Tal Brooke’s evidence from his exposé book here 


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Tal Brooke – Avatar of Night excerpts

Posted by robertpriddy on March 21, 2011

Original edition of ‘Avatar of Night’

The following are excerpts from Tal Brooke’s book “Lord of the air”. Tal Brooke first published his main whistle-blowing book on Sathya Sai Baba under the title ‘Avatar of Night – The Hidden Side of Sai Baba’. in 198,  Tamang Paperbacks ISBN 0-7069-1483-X)  It was apparently the first  published account of Sai Baba’s sexual molestation .The Sai Baba forces in India bought up every copy as soon as possible to destroy them, so it became unavailable. It has since been republished. The book covers Brooke’s involvement with Sathya Sai Baba as one of the earliest western devotees who came very close to Sai Baba. He tells of the many months of involvement with his supposed enlightened master on into a dark spirituality and psycho-physical exhaustion from the psychological stress induced by the master combined with malnutrition from the cheap food in Sai Baba’s canteens.

The pivotal fact about Tal Brooke’s disaffection is that it took place before he became converted in any way to Christianity. Despite this, he has been attacked widely by defenders of Sathya Sai Baba as being a “Christian fundamentalist”. That is, however, entirely irrelevant to his actual experiences at the time and his account of those event, even though he later interpreted the former events to some degree in terms of Christian beliefs.

Excerpts”Lord of the Air” by Tal Brooke, who first published his main whistle-blowing book on Sathya Sai Baba under the title ‘Avatar of Night – The Hidden Side of Sai Baba’. in 1982, Tamang Paperbacks ISBN 0-7069-1483-X)  It was apparently the first English account published on Sai Baba’s sexual molestation. The Sai Baba forces in India bought up every copy as soon as possible to destroy them, so it became unavailable. It has since been republished under various titles.

The account covers Brooke’s involvement with Sathya Sai Baba as one of the earliest western devotees who came very close to Sai Baba. He tells of the many months of involvement with his supposed enlightened master on into a dark spirituality and psycho-physical exhaustion from the psychological stress induced by the master combined with malnutrition from the cheap food in Sai Baba’s canteens.

from chapter 7, pages 103 to 105
[Tal Brooke is in interview with Sai Baba] However as I stood before Baba this time, I was far less satisfied about myself. Whether it was my increasing alienation from Herman and Gill or such elementary crimes as oversleeping that morning, I wasn’t sure. I felt vulnerable.
[Baba asks] “What do you want?” This was my second magic wish. “Baba, I can’t stand the evil in myself. Help me get rid or it and other obstacles. Anything that holds me back.” “Yes, Yes” “Baba, I really want victory this time, too many failures in the past. I want to be certain.”
In patient understanding, Baba abstracted over my sins. “Too many bad thoughts, impure sanskaras (traits from past lives). Mind running around like a monkey. Thoughts of material things, anger, ego, jealousy, hate, quarreling, and thoughts of girls. Not good.” He wrinkled his face in disgust, in such a caricature of the usual expression, I wondered if the wavelength of the original thought impulse from overmind to avatar had mutated in transit.
Baba mounted the lower step again, as he had done the last interview. He wrapped his arms about me, hugged tightly, while I pondered. This pondering soon turned into critical reflection where my very survival under Baba was at stake. I was being thrown a “test” I was not sure I could handle. My mind was forced to suddenly make hair-pin turns.
If the hallmark of this session with Baba was my own impurity, then I was presently under a spiritual magnifying glass as never seen before. And any kind of unexpected key could squeeze open a new skeleton closet. Baba’s hug grew tighter. Then that subterranean spider of a thought crept out of some dark abyss. I almost repelled it before I fully sensed it, if that were possible. Nevertheless it got through in an icy quiet, and speculated deep things — notice how his [Baba’s] breathing has become a pant, deeper, more intensified. Feel his pelvis twisting. Why does he need to twist his pelvis. Especially in the region of the loins. Accidental? No, not for one who is that conscious. I doubt a detail slips by him. Then, is this some strange divine passion that only the initiates encounter at the higher stages, and could that be some kind of…well…nonspecific pan-sexuality, or bisexuality…or…or…am I twisting something that is innately pure into something that it is not, due to my own suspicions and evils? Yet Baba’s pelvis kept nudging and twisting from my abdomen on down. Not hard but gently, almost as though it had the nerve endings of a hand.
Yet if Baba were healing me or opening skeleton closets, it was not without some risk — and you only take risks with things you value. Then I feared  that Baba might perceive my edginess — not that he shouldn’t know if he is omniscient, but he might choose to dwell on it. And my high sin would be the primal insult to God, blasphemy in the most profound sense. The penalty for which might be expulsion from his presence. Yet, could he in love test me beyond my capacities, knowing I would stumble?
I felt an electric flash of self-conscious anxiety as Baba broke the hug. He held me back and looked penetratingly into my eyes, asking, “What’s wrong, you do not like it?” Then I knew that I could not possibly bail out now, or call his cards, for I would hang in space with insufficient evidence to satisfy me either way. And I would go through life without a way of ever knowing for sure who or what he really was, with the perennial question, “What about his miracle?” hanging in mind. And certainly a hug was not as bad a cliffhanger as the least of the initiatory rites of the Himalayan nights of the rishis, or the heat yogas at Lhasa, and probably it all panned out as angels’ dreams anyway.
“No, Baba, I like it very much. Great gift, great privilege.”
“You are not pulling hard. Very weak hug. You do not like to hug?”
“Baba,” I justified, hoping I had some ground left not to back out, “I was afraid to hug too tightly, maybe some discomfort for you.”
“No, Rowdie. [Tal Brooke’s nickname given by Baba]” In an instant we were embracing again until he was satisfied. I really locked in, giving almost a chest-crushing squeeze. His pelvis moved far less, still it moved. I wished I could just shoot the whole area with Novocain and forget about it. […]
Baba looked content, and I felt relieved, if not on the brink of a new breakthrough in understanding. The curtains opened and eyes glistened back from the dark corners of the room in ravenous wonder. It had been a long interview. […]

from chapter 8, pages 125 to 132
[The author is now troubled about whether to stay in India or not; he is now in a group interview with Sai Baba] Just as we were about to get up and leave, he looked at me in the eye and asked, “Private interview? You have questions?” And I did, because I was starting to panic about where to go.
The dark velvet drapes shut behind me and Baba looked searchingly into my eyes. “What do you want?” The question came with the force of a psychic whammy. On a high precipice of choice, I automatically went through several gear shiftings of awareness.
The problem of staying in India had now disappeared. The priorities were suddenly totally different. […] Something helped me talk. “Baba, I offer you my life as a son, as a servant, for your direction, to have completely and do whatever you will.” As though a covenant had been made, “I am also your property, sir. I am also your servant,” Baba replied.
Still nosing up a waterfall like a Canadian salmon, my quest cannot end until the full tribute is consummated. I must acknowledge my deepening faith. “No, Baba. You are Mahapurusha, the Lord of the Universe, within that body. You can’t fool me. I am your property, your servant. I am you. I want to be an Arjuna, Lord.”
We embraced automatically, his wiry cloud of hair surrounding my face. I wondered what kind of deep soul cleansing was going on. Then huge force surged from Baba to me, almost visibly sparking. “Guru kripa, shakti paat, power purification,” I thought.
I stood hugging that same unreachable Messiah who stood atop the pagoda, whom tens of thousands came to see, who often wept, just for a glimpse of or a touch, or a smile. A still, musing voice entered my head. It spoke of great things in the table of fortune. A prince is being crowned into life and glory, a once and future king.
Baba broke the embrace and held me back. “Do you want a wife?” […] “Baba, I don’t need to get married, do I?” “No, Rowdie, there is no male or female. In the end, there is only God.” Baba reached out to embrace me again, pulling me strongly. The musing voice pondered Baba’s comment, “There is no male or female.” […] Now the musing voice likened the embrace with Baba to the meeting of God, and God, breaking the wall of maya to merge.
Baba’s nudging pelvis stopped. Then suddenly a hand unzipped my fly, with the facile smoothness of turning a doorknob, and went into my pants, as though it knew the location of each stitch of cloth and each zipper step. Then, like an adder returning home at dusk, the hand burrowed into the mouth of my underpants. I froze, a lump in my throat.
If Truth required these kinds of impossible labyrinths, I had already made my vow to see it through. Some day I would see the overview one way or another. I stood my ground, and tried not to noticeably flinch hoping this touching would end soon. My mind now raced trying to go up the escalator of possibilities of what was really going on. […]
Baba’s hips continued to shift again as he squeezed an unresponsive organ that had about as much interest in rising up as it desired a bath in liquid helium. It was frozen out, and not even a legion of nude Middle Western belly dancers could thaw it out at this point.
[At this point the author starts narrating about his piercing intimate warfare between two kind of thoughts inside him: the rational and battling one, looking at what was going on with cold, lucid and merciless eyes; and the devotional one, which was wanting to further and totally surrender to Baba. The first one was seeing the thing as what it was seeming to be, e.g. Baba satisfying his homosexual lust using the context of a spiritual master/disciple relationship; consequently, Tal would have had to leave Baba. The second one was instead seeing the thing as some kind of misunderstood purification, or as a test, or as something that Tal could not comprehend, since his spiritual level was far distant from Baba’s level, and that only for this reason was seeming a bad thing; consequently, Tal would have had to surrender totally to Baba. Finally this last one was Tal’s choice on that moment.]
The balance tips faster; of course — blasphemous accusations fading — lust contradicts Baba’s nature. Therefore it does not exist in him. He cannot sin, because it is not in him to do so. Blind faith, a new generalized optimism enters the horizon. The verdict — Baba is innocent.[…]
My legs continued to shake nervously. I had not responded to Baba. Baba removed his hand from my pants and zipped my fly. The entire dilemma had lasted about half a minute. And I had not responded. It wasn’t so bad, I thought, echoing those first words after once bravely receiving my first hypodermic injection as a very small child. This moment I would lock in an inner vault deep in my mind not to be opened for a year and half.
Smiling proudly, slightly flushed, Baba said, “Very happy. Go now.” He waved with familial informality. […] “Oh, Baba. Do you want me to go to Whitefield?” […] “Of course sir, of course. You stay with me in Whitefield. You are near and dear.” […] “Go tomorrow. Then come to Whitefield, Brindavanam. Then many interviews and lessons in sadhana for all foreigners. I will train you.”

from chapter 24, pages 307 to 319
[After the ending of the previous anecdote, the author got more deeply involved in the life inside the Sai Baba’s inner circle of western devotees. In that situation he lives for long time in a continuous alternating of high and low spirits, good and bad moments, prizes and punishments, “tests of faith”, strange encounters, intimate battles of faith between biblical spiritual point of views (denying Sai Baba), and Sai Baba’s spirituality, which was attracting him down and down again, more deeply involved. Now Tal Brooke is inside his cabin, and his fellow Surya Das is coming.]
It was the evening of June 18. I could hear Surya Das’s steps near the front porch. I was hungry […] but when his form slowly lumbered through the dark porch into the living room light, I knew instantly upon seeing his face as he flung back his shawl headdress that there was a surprise but it had nothing to do with food. The awesome burden of whatever revelation he had flooded his face and I knew it might be unbearable. He stood in the doorway, hand on hip, sighing, slightly shaking his head, the anxious depth in his black eyes carrying a look of silent tormented abandon. […] The only word that he could get out of his mouth was a ponderous “Well…” and I second-guessed the rest with a tone of total certainty, “…I’m not going to believe what you’re about to tell me.”
“It’s going to totally blow my mind.”
“It’s about Sai Baba.”
“You guessed it.”
My heart was beating furiously, my mind somehow in tune enough to be already arming itself. […] Then I told him, “Okay, let’s hear the whole thing from beginning to end, every detail, don’t rush to the crux of the thing without leading up to it.”
“You know the teahouse in Whitefield, the one where a lot of the Anglo-Indian guys hang out?”
“Never been there, but go ahead.”
“Well, I went in there for some tea and ran into some of the guys whom I’ve talked to a number of times. I joined them, and we soon got on the subject of spiritual things. Well, they were sort of half-interested. Then I got on the subject of Baba. They wouldn’t say anything. I kept pressing it and they kept quiet. Finally a guy named Raymond and I went for a walk near the Carrolls’ house. I kept pressing him. He was very quiet. I knew he had something to say, so I got his complete confidence. He asked me to tell nobody, to swear to keep this a secret, that what he was about to tell me only two other guys knew, that not even his friends in the teahouse knew it. Furthermore, he was under an oath to his best friend, Patrick, not to tell a soul. He said he had a sudden feeling of responsibility for my soul, and that was why he was taking the chance, despite his legitimate fear of Baba’s supernatural powers. That unprotected, he or his family might get destroyed, that there have been instances before of local people being under a curse. […]
Anyway, Raymond described me how about two years ago, a few months before you met Baba, Patrick… you know the one, the real good-looking Anglo-Indian with long hair and the sensual look. Yea, the really good-looking, well-built guy who hangs around Whitefield… Okay, well Patrick went to Brindavan one day, and sat among a whole crew of Americans who were just passing through town for a few weeks. Well, Baba thought that Patrick was one of the freaks from the States you know, because of his long hair and light skin. So he invited Patrick in with all the others for the interviews he gave to the Americans.”
“Uh-huh,” I responded with a slow deliberate sigh.
“Well, one day after one of those interviews, Baba kept him over for a private interview.” […] “Well…,” Surya Das said slowly shaking his head. “…Aw man you’re not going to believe this. But I’m gonna have to tell you anyway. At any rate, Baba treated him like he does you, you know, all the special attention beside the chair, addressing things only to him, smiling a lot. When all the others left and Baba got him alone, he did dis usual number of materializing things and telling him his inner secrets, though I don’t know why the devil he didn’t know that Patrick just lived down the road. Well, the next thing that happened was that in one smooth motion, Baba reached down and unzipped Patrick’s fly, and pulled his tool out.” Surya Das stopped for a long pause as though to say, “Okay, are you ready for this next one?”
“Well, when he worked Patrick up… Man I don’t know why the guy just stood there and put up with this crap. In fact when I asked Raymond, all he said was that Patrick was only about 17, horny, perhaps a little naive, and I guess didn’t give a blue jay what the other partner was. Maybe he was curious or just wanted to see that whole weird thing through, or maybe the kid’s a bisexual. Though Raymond told me that Patrick is only interested in girls, and just may have had some what-ya-call liberal curiosity. But at any rate he had an erection all right, and the next thing that happened is really gonna blow your mind. Baba lifted his robe and inserted the thing. That’s right. Maybe he’s got a woman’s organ and a man’s organ down there. Yeah, a hermaphrodite. But he honestly inserted it. Patrick said it felt just like a woman, though it may have just been between his legs.”
[The author then questions that Baba being a hermaphrodite seems to be an improbable thing. Surya Das supposes a supernatural explanation of Baba being male/female, then he says:] “Maybe the guy just transmutes, you know, shift his protoplasm around at will. At any rate, Raymond told me that just at the moment before Patrick was through, Baba pulled him out and collected his semen in a little white handkerchief.
“This is really too much,” I remarked grimly. “Do you think it’s some kind of a lie or hoax?”
“I wish it was, but I get a total feeling that it’s true. The guy just was not lying. It was not a come-on. He was dead serious and scared. He was sticking his neck out. I know people and this guy was telling the truth. At any rate let me continue. Baba collected the stuff, and then told him that the whole world lay in the palm of his hand, and that anything Patrick wanted, he could have. That Baba was planning a special position for him, like Raja Reddy. That Patrick could move in and live there, and be with Baba to spread his mission throughout the world. […] At any rate he [Patrick] stopped going and that was it.”
“Okay,” I announced despondently, “are you ready for this one?”
“I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. After this I could hear just about anything and it couldn’t be any more shocking.”
“By the way, before I go into this, I should tell you that among the guys whom Baba has already ‘purified’ by pulling out the lingam [the lingam is an Hindu phallic symbol], are Wendel, Phil… Yeah, I know he’s married but one day Phil confided this to me. And that’s not all. There was the disciple of Yogi Bhajan, there was also ‘Alpine Schwartz’, the tall dude with the blue ski cap. Yeah, he told Wendel one day at the Whitefield ice-cream stand how Baba […] pulled his drawers down, handled it for a minute presumably to cleanse it of ‘heat’. That’s not all. There was also a guy who only passed through for a few days, and by the way, that’s why. One day Wendel and I were at the Chinese restaurant off Brigade Road, and right at the table next to us were Gordon, the jewel-cutter from Los Angeles, and this guy from U.C.L.A. who I thought was blaspheming Baba. He was talking at full pitch, describing to them how Baba was a ‘homo’, how Baba got him in for one of those private interviews and pulled his fly down, and started to go to town. He said it scared the hell out of him, and he practically ran out from the place with his fly down. Baba chased him to the door calling him panic-stricken as the kid just left. Wendel and I at the time just thought the guy wasn’t mature enough to handle or transcend his own negative projections and cultural hang-ups. But then you’ve got to ask yourself, if Baba’s omniscient, why he does pick people who’re going to misinterpret it and blow the whistle on him?” [Then Tal Brooke starts telling Surya Das his own experience, the one we’ve seen above]
“But there’s another extra side of this,” I added. “There is also an occult aspect about the semen. Check this out. One day I heard Phil’s confession as we were returning to Whitefield on a bus. How Baba did to him what he had done to me. At least none of us even thought about getting up. But what Phil told me, and you know he used to teach astrology at the Six Day School in Frisco, having been into it for over 10 years, is the fact that semen is one of the most potent things used in really heavy occult stuff. The vital essence of life or whatever. Perhaps even Alistair Crowley used it. No doubt that’s why there’s such a heavy emphasis on sex in covens. […] But if semen is invaluable, sperm […] must be the most precious thing that someone who is into sorcery can use.”
A chilly silence filled the air. “Think what kind of unsuspecting gold mine Baba might have in the Veda School lads. Several hundreds kids disciplined severely into celibacy whom Baba uses as a kind of sperm-bank. Even then, Phil told me that he quite frankly suspected that such was the source of Baba’s powers.” […]
The next afternoon Patrick and Raymond did come. Very sobered, less flippant then usual, Patrick’s account followed virtually word-for-word what Surya Das had told me the fateful night before. Then when I told them all my story, they weren’t surprised. I aired my thoughts. “Your account can’t be contrived because if there’s nothing else I know, one thing I do know, and that is that I have personally stood alone before Baba with my pants down to my knees.” All of us would depart, sworn to mutual secrecy till more data came in. Patrick would urge me to remain quiet, perhaps to protect his family, at least from disgrace, at the same time understanding my relentless quest for the truth.

from chapter 25, pages 333-334
[The thing keeps on growing. The author comes to know from Wendel that Sai Baba was knowing (supposedly in a supernatural way, since nobody would have said nothing about those incidents) that he and Surya Das had known of Patrick’s incident, as well as he was knowing Tal Brooke’s rage. Here he explains this:]
Wendel confided, “you know a few hours after you and Surya Das left, Baba arrived and the first thing he did was come up to me and bring me into his quarters down there.” […]
In the privacy of the suite, Baba looked into Wendel’s eyes questioningly. “What is wrong? Have you seen Tal? What does he say? Doubts? Bad faith?” Baba even sounded hurt and jealous. At that point Wendel had told Baba nothing about his knowledge of the terrible incident and our mission to him, evidently quite stunned by Baba’s question. No human being could have told Baba a thing. Yet Wendel asked himself why Baba need questioning him. […]
Then out of the blue, Baba mentioned to Wendel a certain person, a rather pretty lad from Whitefield whom Wendel had perhaps seen a few times and knew of through Surya Das and me. Baba’s words came in rapid, urgent, and even panicky whispers, informing and warning Wendel. Sequences jumped around like a fragmented dream. “Some two years ago, one coming, a Whitefield hippie. Long hair, muscles, American shirt saying ‘love’. Not love, lust. Only interest is girls, not God. Sitting in darshan line, pretending to be an American. Swami knows.” The rest was garbled until the teenager, Patrick, was accused by Baba of spreading damaging rumours. “False lies. Blind jealous reaction after I tell him to go. Now others believing lies. His word over Swami’s!” Perhaps Baba gave Wendel a hug as a remainder of the purity of his love, and then Wendel was dismissed […]
Sathya Sai Baba, the Faithful and the True…?
As we’ve seen in the page related to the Revelation of St. John, SB is considered as the one who into the Revelation is defined “the Faithful and the true”. The same with Sai Baba’s name, Sathya, means Truth, and he consider himself and is considered, among the many various things, as the embodiment of Truth and Righteousness. There’s an interesting anecdote from Tal Brooke’s book “Lord of the Air”:
“[Two American girls devotees of SB, India and Marsha, had a serious problem dating back to before meeting him. They had lost their passports, and had to justify themselves before Indian authorities for six months of staying in India without a visa; besides they were considered persona non grata because they frequented an hashish smuggler. With great surprise to everybody, Sai Baba shows a letter and states that he pleaded their cause in front of the authorities, and that he had someway vouched for them, saying that he had always been with the girls, that was obviously false.] Baba then proceeded to read the letter in Telugu as Nanda faithfully translated every word […] In the background were enthusiastic outbursts that sounded like “… aw gee Baba, that’s incredible.” Which it was! It was a white lie to protect them, and a risk on the part of Baba. A few lines later, Gill […] interrupted Baba midway in a sentence. “Baba, that’s a lie”. It hurt him to say it, and his tone, wounded and bewildered, seemed to say, “Aw, why do you have to make me say this. I don’t like it, but I haven’t any choice”.
[Then there are moments of silence and very strong tension, Baba is about to rebate.] As keenly as I was now watching for it, and as much as I hated to admit, Baba appeared to manifest a human reaction when I had anticipated a transcendental leap into divine equanimity as being most logical. The scroll in Baba’s hands was shuddering visibly, as Baba wound and unwound it “nervously”. His face seemed to twitch, and although he continued to smile compassionately, there seemed to be a contradictory surge of emotion beneath this.
His voice quavered just a bit as he spoke rapid English. “Not a lie,” Baba replied, awed that Gill would say such a thing. “Not a lie! Your mistake, your misunderstanding”.
“But Baba, the fact is that India and Marsha were not with you in Whitefield all that time they were in Darjeeling and lost their passports. Couldn’t ya have done it another way?”
“Small mind, not understanding. God is everywhere, I am everywhere, I brought them to me. Everywhere is in me. Darjeeling . Whitefield. Prashanti Nilayam, is all with me.”
“I know, I know that Baba, but […] the fact remains that you told a lie… India and Marsha were not with you in Whitefield.”
“I wrote this letter out of pure love, divine love. Not a lie, sir. […] Your misunderstanding, unable to see divine love because of jealousy – you want a letter, so when I give extra grace to make a special letter, you are jealous.”
“Now Baba, that isn’t so. I’m not jealous… I had to say it, and if the situation repeated itself a thousand times over, I’d still do the same thing.” [Gill poi continua] “And Baba… the food in the canteen. You’ve told us for months that we must eat satwic food, pure food without spices. Yet the food in the canteen is so hot… I mean full of peppers this big…,” indicating with his fingers, “…that it physically torments me to eat it.”
Baba explained, “For Indian peoples, there is a special nourishment in pepper, source of special energy, vitamins and minerals. You Americans not understanding. Pepper diet the same, all over India.”
“But then Baba, why do you tell us to avoid spicy food […]? Isn’t it the same for everybody?”
“For Indians, it’s all right, but for Americans, it causes wrong desires and wrong thoughts.”
That ended the subject. Gill continued staring at the floor puzzled as Baba laughed understandingly at his ignorance. […] Gill’s outburst turned what was to be a sweet grace-filled interview into something so strident that almost nobody could swallow the ill feeling. And though things had blown over, the memory of the jarring attack hadn’t blown away one iota, nor the tiny imperfections in Baba’s explanations.”

Comment: Evidently, Gill was correct. By saying that spicy food is good for Indians but not for americans, Sai Baba implied that Gill was right, but he didn’t answer the question and he ridiculed him before everyone. Quite a suitable behaviour for an “omniscient God”… here is something on food from Sai Baba:
As the food, so the mind; as the mind, so the thought; as the thought, so the act. Food is an important factor […] The scriptures classify food as sathwic, rajasic and tamasic and relate these three types to the three mental modes (gunas) of the same names. […] Man boils, fries, melts, mixes and adopts various methods of cooking in order to satisfy the cravings of the tongue, the eye and the nose. As a consequence, the food value of these articles is either reduced or destroyed. […] Food having too much salt or pepper is rajasic and should be avoided; so also too much fat and starch, which are thamasic in their effects on the body.” (Sanathana Sarathi, 1979. Discourse given on Hospital Day, 21 September 1979)
Gill was referring to the over-boiled, spicy soups (thus void of any nourishment) and spicy sambar soup which was often a main dish at Sai Baba’s canteen. Tal Brooke also complained about it, precisely the sort food that Sai Baba warns against! . So Gill’s question was legitimate and Sai Baba was wrong. To ridicule a questioner in front of all is hardly the way God would react to a devotee, one would imagine?
Gill was finally expelled from Prashanti Nilayam ashram, forced to leave Sai Baba’s village. However contradictory, hysterical, arrogant, illiberal and rude Sai Baba is, devotees always explain it away according to the indoctrinated formulae about the victims like ‘too much ego’, ‘bad man’ ‘arrogant doubter’ and so on. Meanwhile, they accept that Sai Baba is as he claims:

• totally pure and compassionate, nothing but love embodied (but a tormentor of those who he wants to keep in line)
• omniscient (but he’s not able to answer judiciously a simple question)
• full of bliss and equaniminity (but reacting hysterically)
• carrier of truth and righteousness (but ready to tell lies for his devotees’ sake)
• good, generous, humble and compassionate (but he expels you if you contradict him).

Conclusion: This behaviour does not at all proclaim a divine “master”, the Supreme God in person? Yet,at Prashanti Nilayam this kind of things is everyday fare from Sai Baba.

Avatar of Night: The Hidden Side of Sai Baba. – BROOKE, TAL Avatar of Night: The Hidden Side of Sai Baba. BROOKE, TAL . Price: $30.00. ISBN: 0-7069-1483-X. Ghaziabad, India:: Vikas Publishing House Pvt. Ltd.,, 1982.
Also: Avatar of Night (Berkeley: End Run Publishing, 1999).
Lord of the Air: Tales of a Modern Antichrist (Eugene: Harvest, 1990). ISBN 0-89081-834-7
Sai Baba, Lord of the Air (New Delhi: Vikas, 1979).
Riders of the Cosmic Circuit (Tring: Lion/Sutherland: Albatross Books, 1986).

Information on the Public Petition for Official Investigations of Sathya Sai Baba and His Worldwide Organization
See also Devotee attacks on the Sai petition and petitioners

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Tal Brooke’s main Sathya Sai Baba exposure reviewed

Posted by robertpriddy on March 20, 2011


Tal Brooke was an early Western devotee of Sathya Sai Baba, and was able to observe him closely… almost too much so, it turned out. He was the first major whistle-blower as regards the sexual abuse accusations, publishing his account in various books (see images above). The main book is perhaps ‘Avatar of Night’, which has received many positive reviews on Amazon books, as the following scans show:-


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Senior Ex-CID officer J.V. Ram on Sai sex scandals – part 3

Posted by robertpriddy on August 9, 2010

V.J. Ram (aka Janakiram) was a senior Indian CID officer who was awarded the President’s Police Medal, having solved many difficult criminal cases. His book ‘The Godmen of India’ is extremely revealing of certain Indian gurus, especially as regards the long history of formally unsolved criminal incidents connected to Sathya Sai Baba and his coterie. Here is the seventh of a series of excerpts from his book:- Here Janaki Ram writs about the whistle-blower on Sai Baba sexuality, Tal Brooke and the subsequent wave of exposures from India and around the world. Read here

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David Lane Ph.D. on Sathya Sai Baba’s abuses

Posted by robertpriddy on December 28, 2009

from David Lane’s ‘neuralsurferbookPROOFCOPY.pdf.
The Neural Surfer A DIARY 1999-2001

“A few weeks ago I got a phone call from an ex-devotee of Sathya Sai Baba who used to be very tight with the “Supreme” Avatar. Indeed, so close that he literally “caught” Sai Baba cheating on one of his miracles. As Sai walked into the room to do his wondrous vibhutti trick (where the guru waves his hand and miraculously produces ash out of thin air), he unexpectedly “dropped” a tiny capsule which contained tightly packed ash. Immediately, Sai yelled out to his nearby assistant, “Eat it.” Hmm, my informant was perplexed to say the least. But the story he told me is much more than the obvious fact that Sai is a sleight of hand magician who parlays his simple tricks in front of adoring devotees. Sai Baba also has a continuing fascination with … how shall I say this politely … young boys and their “Shiva” sticks. I have known about this for years. Indeed, I first learned about it from Tal Brooke’s book, Lord of the Air (Delhi: Vikas Publishing House) which I happened upon accidently at the GTU library in the late 1970s. I later got the chance to talk with Tal personally about his “close encounters of the scrotum kind” in San Diego, California, in the mid-1980s [Tal is currently the head of the Spiritual Counterfeits Project in Berkeley, California.] I have heard so many stories about Sai’s “bachelor oil treat ment” from so many different quarters that I am amazed that it is not better known. But my informant has a much larger tale to tell: from murder intrigue to child molestation to money laundering to grandiose government conspiracies. All of which have the ring of authenticity. Why? Because my informant is ready to name names, provide documentation, bring forward witnesses. But, I have no stomach for it now. Why? Because it is an endless tale and I know from observing the guru scene for some 25 years that Sai is not unique. He is merely the latest and most visible example of what is a long line of pseudo masters who want to dress up like God, pretend to be All-knowing, and still get laid on the side.

[19] I think the reason these gurus deserved to get roasted for their behavior is because of their “claims” to be God.
If Sai came out and said, “Hey, I am not God. I am not even a very good magician. I dig young boys by the dozens. I want to preach love, but I have lots of failings as well…,” I would be the LAST guy to toast him. Why? Because we are all human; we all make mistakes–but instead of confessing that we get caught up with our images. And it is those images that crash and burn and rightly so. But, quite frankly, I am too burned out to expose any more gurus. I have been exposed way too much myself. It is no fun to lose a lawsuit, especially when you are convinced that you were in the right. It is no fun to have your wife’s life threatened, to have your home ransacked, to be the object of an international smear campaign. Yet, I do think that people should be allowed the opportunity to have as much information as possible about these parading God-men. Although I have known a number of Sai devotees throughout the years and have consistently found them warm and kind and loving (in particular, the late Jack Hislop– former President of the Sai organization in North America), some of them can be downright mean. The reason I no longer have a website at UCSD is directly related to a letter writing campaign made by certain Sai devotees around the world. They also wrote en masse to Mount San Antonio College and elsewhere, trying their very best to shut down my website. While I believe they have every right to protest and to write letters to whomever they please, I do think that some of the tactics they employed were childish. But then again that’s exactly how we all act when we try to ideologically defend that which is indefensible. I think some of the Sai contingency were irritated by my crude remarks, especially my most infamous line describing Sai’s predilections:”Yea, that’s believable, God incarnates on the planet palming shit looking for dick.” I thought it captured the whole controversy quite well, actually. Sai likes young boys and Sai palms vibhutti to win devotees. And vibhutti, lest we forget, is nothing more than dried/burnt Cow Dung.

But, then again, who I am to judge? At least that’s what I keep asking myself. But in my deeper moments of reflection I realize that I am not so much judging Sai’s desires as I am his pose. The guru pose is what I am truly exposing, not the human face behind that mask. We are all better served by our confessions of humanity than by our exclamations of divinity. Claim to be God and you will be critiqued. Claim to be human  and you have already “exposed” yourself and nobody is that interested in doing it again–too much redundancy.”


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How the Sathya Sai mythology emerged beyond India

Posted by robertpriddy on March 4, 2009

The ‘first wave’ of publicity in the USA about Sathya Sai Baba came via Bob Raymer and associates. Australian Howard Murphet (author of  best-selling ‘Man of Miracles’) heard of Sai Baba from Bob Raymer and a second wave came to the USA via him and the yoga teacher Indra Devi and her friends. Other early US devotee proselyltizers who wrote hagiographies were Indra Devi, Arnold Schulman, Charles Penn, Hilda Charlton, Bob Rayman, Elsie and Walter Cowan, and Howard Levin (in the 1990s).  Fellow American Arnold Schulman’s 1971 book (‘Baba’) attracted much attention in USA, but he shows reluctance to see Sathya Sai Baba as God and never became a devotee. Tal Brooke wrote pro-Sai materials but later became  the first well-known ‘defector’ and critic of Sathya Sai Baba as a sexual abuser.

Three influential hagiographers

Three influential hagiographers

Most important in building the mythology – and the contact net for the Sathya Sai Organization in the Americas was Dr. John ‘Jack’ Hislop. His  associates and readers have long recirculated his stories and ‘incredible’ claims, which are packed with gullible zeal, spiritual ambition and naive humility. Among the most noteworthy implausible stories  of John Hislop is the claimed resurrection from the dead of the US millionaire Walter Cowan, which has been thoroughly disproven by Professor Erlendur Haraldsson and Basava Premanand.

The Walter Cowan resurrection story has been one of the most influential of Sathya Sai Baba’s claimed miracles, and as Brian Steel writes: “For decades, John Hislop and many other major and minor other spokespersons and devotees have boldly promoted and advertised as absolute proof of the Divine Powers of Sathya Sai Baba the most improbable story of the Hislop Crucifix, the picture of the predicted Prema Sai Baba on Hislop’s ring and the completely unsupported claim of the “resurrection” of Hislop’s friend, Walter Cowan. The authority and influence of such Sai celebrities has played a major role in the success of the international SSB Mission. The numbers of foreigners attracted to the Sathya Sai Baba fold since 1971 by this persuasive promotion is incalcuable.

Hislop states that in a conversation with Sathya Sai Baba at distant Prasanthi Nilayam a week later, the latter made this claim: “Mr Cowan died three times. I had to bring him back three times” (Ruhela, 240). What the story lacked from the outset was medical proof of the death. .. ” ( see Brian Steel’s thorough analysis of Hislop and the Cowan myth)

Sathya Sai Baba, who never shuns publicity when it is under his own control or that of his minions, encourages devotees to share their experiences of him, by which they are led to believe they obtain ‘holy grace’ and not least privileges when visiting the ashrams.

Perhaps the other single most influential book in promoting the fantastic claims about miracles which surpass in number and inventiveness anything attributed to Jesus, was the first volume of the  “official Sathya Sai Baba biography” by Professor  N. Kasturi, ‘Sathyam, Sivam, Sundaram, Part I!’ was largely the result of post factum reconstructions of events related by impressionable and uneducated villagers’ stories and general hearsay about his ‘major miracles’. Kasturi faithfully internalised all of Sathya Sai Baba’s so-called “teachings’ and repeated completely uncritically whatever Sathya Sai Baba said to him, in this way spreading and virtually endorsing the truth of it all.

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“Good Chances” with a villager, Sathya Sai Baba

Posted by robertpriddy on February 28, 2009

Quote from ‘Heart to heart’ (p. 54,  Sai Towers Publishing 1996) by Howard Levin:

(Author) “Doesn’t Swami know the difference between a photostat and a forgery?”
(Kasturi) “How can he know that?’ Mr Kasturi retorted. ‘ He’s only from a village.”

Comment: Isn’t that revealing. Prof. N. Kasturi himself, the “official biographer” who praised Sathya Sai Baba to the skies as the omniscient savant surpassing all others in his publications is revealed, despite himself, showing that in truth he did not reckon that Sai Baba knew more than a simple Puttaparthi villager! Howard Levin also tells how Sai Baba was completely unable to figure out how a certain simple Western mechanical toy worked and had to be told how by others. So much for ‘omniscience’ in whatever shape or form!

The American devotee Howard Levin also wrote a book about his time near to ‘the avatar’ entitled “Good Chances”. Those are the very words Sathya Sai Baba was later reported by several of those who he wanted to have sex with! Howard Levin was a young man during the 1970s having very close daily contacts with Sai Baba. He tells how Sai Baba said those words to him and to other young American men staying there with him, including Tal Brooke (to whom Sai Baba made clear sexual advances, as detailed by him from 1980 onwards in his books). ‘Good chances’ is a revealing title indeed, little did Levin think how its actual meaning would be made clear decades afterwards!

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