Sir, Are You and I One?
According to Ram Dass (Richard Alpert) …
“Consciousness does not mean attachment to polarity, at any level.”
Sathya Sai Baba asked one of his guests if he had a good night’s rest.
“No, Baba,” the man replied. “It was terrible. The mosquitoes kept me awake all night!”
“No mosquitoes. Only ONE mosquito,” Baba pronounced.
“Well, Baba, maybe there were only a few mosquitoes, but they kept me awake all night.”
“No FEW mosquitoes. ONE mosquito. And it was ME, at 4:00 o’clock, coming to wake you up for your meditation, but you went …”
Baba slapped his arm.
“Sir, are you and I one?” Sathya Sai Baba asked a scholar.
“Certainly, Baba,” he replied. “You and I are one.”
“No!” Baba shook his head. He pointed to the scholar and then to himself.
“I and I are one.”
British psychedelic artist Alan Aldrich (1938-2017) was a friend of Isaac Tigrett, co-founder of the Hard Rock Cafe and House of Blues.
Isaac Tigrett offered him a job as the creative director of the House of Blues … as long as he was “approved” by Sathya Sai Baba.
Alan Aldrich recounts the tale of their 20,000 mile round trip to Puttaparthi, India, in his autobiography (see below).
Alan Aldridge (The Man with Kaleidoscope Eyes: The Art of Alan Aldridge, 2009) wrote …
“An assistant told us, the three chosen ones, to squat, heads bowed, before an ornate chair — you could call it a throne. Sai Baba entered, smelling of tuberose and patchouli, and sat on it. He addressed the man to my right (I was in the middle). His voice was soft and gentle, girlish even, and he delivered a punishing lecture on the ethics of being on time — for business meetings, for family and friends, for everything — ending with the question, ‘What does time mean?’
“The man replied, ‘Only you know, Swami.’
“Sai Baba responded, ‘Watch means: watch your words, watch your actions, watch your thoughts, watch your character, watch your heart — that is what it means.’
“At this point, Sai Baba stirred the air with his right hand and a gold watch materialized. He gave it to the devotee and said, ‘Think of me always. Wear this watch and never be late again.’
“Sai Baba now turned his penetrating gaze to me. He held up his hand in front of my face and asked, ‘What is this?’
“It looked like a hand to me. ‘Hand, Swami.’
“He giggled. ‘Amateur!’
“The swami now moved his gaze to the man on my left. Damn, I’d blown it, he’d passed me over, no job [working for Isaac Tigrett] and no gold watch. It was a hand. What was I supposed to say. It was a hand, goddamn it. The devotee to the left got the same injunction on being prompt and got a gold watch.
“Sai Baba returned to me. He asked (referring to the watches), ‘Jealous?’
“He linked his dark eyes to mine. Holding up his hand, he asked, ‘What is this?’
“I looked at the hand. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: set in the flat of the palm was an eye. Sai Baba giggled. I was at a loss for words. He got off the ‘throne’ and told me to follow him. We went into a small room and he closed the door. We faced each other and he spoke in a whisper.
“‘You worry about your son. You worry he will get into trouble with drugs. He will be fine when he finds his right path and that path is music. You will be proud of him.’ How he knew about my son remains a mystery.
“Sai Baba stepped closer to me and touched me on the heart. I felt (or did I imagine it?) a surge of energy slam through my body. For a second, I lost my footing but the swami grasped my wrist. Then he moved even closer.
“‘If you need me, just take one step towards me and I will take a thousand towards you.’
“His broad smile told me the meeting was over and I went outside and sat with Isaac. The sun was up, it was a beautiful day.”