Spiritual Forum

This is for those who have not (yet) read this on the "Ashtar Galactic Command" site or who are not there as a member... This is the first part and the second part of the preparation (translated to English) ...

 To someone who has never experienced anything like it, what follows will be hard to believe.  Jealousy is also often present, either amongst "commons" or the alleged spiritual persons ... I've witnessed this a number of times. However, one should trust themselves and their personal experience - not everything is for everyone! There's an appropriate timing for everything.

Regarding the smell - I have a few such experiences ... most of it is associated with the apparition of "spiritual beings", most often my most beloved Sai Baba ... (but Babaji contacted me, as a "fragrant Baba", but more on this at another time).

So, I'll skip my trip to Baba in India ... (this in itself may sound unreal, but I do not care ...) these are the events that preceded my path that changed my life.

So there was a war here, in the former Yugoslavia ... in 1991. I have not gone to see  Sai Baba yet... (this occured in 1992.)

The apparition with the scent was preceded by a different one - moving of objects and touching ... And after this many "scented messages" ... but let's get back to the main topic.

The war has started ... Split had not yet been bombed. I am a tenant and have difficulty finding an apartment, especially since I have a dog ... A friend says: So come and stay with, share the apartment and pay rent ... in the center of town. I say, Okay! I moved. The apartment is on the top floor, a bad place. Each has their own bedroom, the rest is common. I have a small parrot (Miki) ... One night there was an earthquake , the building shook ... but before that, I dreamed a dream: Airport waiting room. But no one except me. Outside,  planes are landing and taking off. In the big hall I'm alone and there's a signpost with no other destination for flights except: Russia, India, Bangladesh. I watch and wonder, I know I'm dreaming. Because the strange thing is, I'm the only one taking a flight ...

A big board with the flight routes - lit up and clearly visible. Then suddenly from somewhere above, a big sign starts to float mid air (like a display sign, but written in golden letters, in fact, letters made of gold, three-dimensional, and floating, making up the words ( I look and read): "Tandava Tanz" ... and constantly displaying the same label, same message ... long enough for me to notice and memorize. Then it disappears.

The building shakes. I wake up. My budgie had left its cage and come crashing at my chest. And then falls to the floor. I feel around to find it in the darkness, catch and kiss the little frigtened creature, put it back into the cage and cover it up. (The next day I heard that all the birds out of the cage that night died because they banged into the wall in fear. I am a bird trainer, and I had this information  "first-hand").

The day after a friend of mine comes over, showing me this book she bought with great excitement. She was then a part of the Hare Krishna crowd ... a vegetarian. I take a look at the book and see a colored image of Sai Baba for the first time. I was then only slightly informed of Shirdi Sai Baba and Baba through various magazines ("Secrets," etc.) ... I started taking interest in such topics at the time... and was already into radiesthesy, numerology and astrology, my spiritual awareness was expanding increasingly ... There  was no Sai Organization in Split yet, very few people even knew of Sai Baba ... I had only been taken by  the story of Shirdi Baba ...

I start kissing the image, crying incontrollably. I press the book against my chest and take it to my room. She says: «Give me the book! Are you okay?»

I fall to my bed, holding onto the book, and disappearing "somewhere." She later told me that I hadn't eaten, drunk or gone to the bathroom that day, up untill late evening, when I came to.

I start to research the meaning of the messages in my dream ... I did not know a single word of Sanskrit. But on the back of the book it says: "Tandava = the spiritual dance of Shiva"! Wow! I'm on the right path ... I continue the search and realize - Tanza - tanac - Tancat –meaning to dance in my language! (Alexander The Great - was in Pakistan before India, where I had heard the word "kava" everywhere – meaning coffee in Croatian)  And "tanac" is derived from "Tanza" - "z" is read as "c", I guess ... I ought to double-check that, I understand that - it must be a message about the dancing god Shiva. What was Sai Baba trying to tell me?

(Later on,in 1992,I went the ashram of Sai Baba, in February to be more precise, the Mahashivaratrii, in honor of Lord Shiva - Lord Shiva dancing! Bingo!)

But back to ...

My friend and I have to leave the apartment because the landlord had raised the rent. Her father dies and she inherits his apartment. She invitesme to live with her. The war had not yet covered this area, only occasionally ... the tension was increasing.

I move in with her. However, she has a boyfriend. He says: "I'd like to be able to walk around the apartment naked, when I feel like it , but Irina makes me uncomfortable ..." So my friend, iwho was in love with him, in tears, says:» Irina, I'm sorry, you've got to move! "She regret it later on, the guy was a big bastard! But everyone has their karma ...

The war made it difficult to find an apartment.

I am disappointed that she invited me to stay with her. I am devastated and in the solitude of my room I turn to Sai Baba, almost like an invocation: "Baba, do you see this? What kind of people are they? ' Help me, I can't take it any more ... I can not even find an apartment, it's summer time, and the war is so close! Madness, hatred, fear  all over the place... "

That moment from the corner of the cupboard shelf, where stood a small altar with Baba's picture and 5 brass camels - the camels started flying through the air, past my right hand side, and falling to the floor. Then the picture of Sai Baba, in a dark brown leather frame with backing ... I turn in disbelief ... and then I realize, and I think: "Sai Baba can hear me! Sai Baba always hears and knows everything! He will surely help me! "

An so he did. Soon, I bought a newspaper (hope had returned).I see a small ad in the papers – a studio apartment in a small village near Split, by the sea. An affordable price. I phone them up asking if I could bring a dog. They say: Yes! (The apartment is separated, in the former garage of the owner).

That night I was peaceful, the last night in the apartment of my so called friend. My dog ​​was sleeping peacefully in the bottom of my bed, as usual. But somewhere deep in the night I dream a dream - talking to Baba –I say - thank you, I know it was you, and describe everything in detail - the flying camels, and picture ... then I felt something touching my right knee and thigh ... quickly I open my eyes to witness this (I'm a very light sleeper) ... my beloved dog Evko was peacefully sleeping at the bottom of the bed. If it had been him, he wouldn't be fast asleep at that instance. I turn on the lights - I look around me - there was a slight indentation on the bed, as if somebody had been sitting next to me ... the spot was still warm ... Then I knew - Baba had visited and confirmed it too!

The next day I moved to this small town by the sea. Soon there were barricades on the roads and the buses were not running (due to rebel Serbs from Krajina and JNA army which attacked from every direction everywhere). But the Navy had a ship there, next to the coast, anchored where I was walking the dog. The curfew had started, and everything had to be in complete darkness. The bombing of Split had also begun.

But, I walked my dog at night, because the dog is a dog, and I love him very much ... I wasn't afraid. The more difficult task was managing to survive each month. Even this rent was too high for me, my dog ​​and I were practically starving, there were no extra jobs to be found, moreover, we were isolated here, as the buses weren't running at the time .... One evening I was strolling down some footpaths, the curfew was on as well, darkness everywhere, nobody around, except me, the dog, the moonlight ... I wasn't afraid, my dog ​​had to go for his walk ... Then, having remembered that my dog ​​ had nothing to eat, I cried out "My God, help us! Evko has nothing to eat! "That was the hardest of all, my mother's heart was crying ...

Suddenly I sensed a wonderful scent, the scent of flowers ... like daffodils or jasmine or roses ... I couldn't decipher... then I happened to have been passing  the garbage container (it was full, as there was no garbage collection for a while). So it had to stink! I started digging. I thought to myself- there must be a flower garden nearby! But there wasn't one, nowhere near of far ... Then I realized: Sai Baba appeared to me again! I was happy! Suddenly happy! I knew - all will be well!

Indeed, the following  day a Sai devotee phones me and says: "Sai Baba appeared in my dream last night. He told me - Irina and her dog have nothing to eat. Take care of it! "

I hesitated a bit. I wasn't that close to this woman. I barely knew her, and she me. But she insisted - "Baba ordered me, I have to obey. Come see me in Split, so I can fill your basket with food. "And indeed, the next day the buses were runningagain. So I took one to Split. Then she took me to a large supermarket and stuffed food in my basket, full of food, for me and for my Evka! No, she wasn't acting consciously (there was no warm, kind friendliness in her relation with me, she acted like a robot, she was simply lead) She wasn't wealthy, just a divorcee with two children. But she did it because she loved Baba. Later she went to the ashram of Sai Baba –to meet her destiny ... I hadn't seen her since.

Since then my dog ​​and I never went hungry again, everything started to sort it self out. Yes, the war was still on. Soon I had another dream, whilst still living in this not-so-pleasant studio flat, I continued my search... The dream was this:

An area of ​​Split uphill, narrow streets (Vukovarska), "crammed with private buildings" with lying skyscrapers ... In the dream I walk towards a two-story house, climb up the stairs, enter the first floor, and into an apartment. There's a small room to my right. I enter. The room is empty. There is somebody at the door. I open. It's the postman... a strange postman (later on I met this man, we became great friends!) He opens a large bag - pulls out the book "Ayurvedic Cookbook" and pulls out a rosary (japamala) of glass ... I thank him, he leaves.

The following day I go see a friend who's a healer,  and meets a young woman there, who tells me - "I heard you're looking for a flat!" She gave me the address. And when I went to see this apartment in the afternoon, I could see from the main street - the same scene from my dream - the same environment, two-story, everything! I knew that this was the place for me!

The landlord and his wife, nice young people. Soon I made a littletemple in that small room from my dream (which was now real), where people came to meditate and sing with me. Later, I founded a Sai group "Ananda" in that same room from my dream ... (of course, Sai Baba had directed all of this, and the gatherings became more frequent). Soon some people started saying: Irina, when you go to see Sai Baba, and the healer (Nenad) spoke before the people who were present for the healing, "You know, Irina is going to see Sai Baba soon!" I laughed, said I didn't have enough money to cover the rent, even though the apartment was incredibly cheap (150 DM per month for a three bedroom flat!). Interestingly, the landlord said to me: "So you're going to pay!" I told him in honesty I wanted to travel to India. The interesting thing was that this man was an orthodox Catholic, and these don't really like some Sai Baba! But this man seemed to have understood me... I was thinking of ways to make money ... the whole time, in intervals, the scent of jasmine came to me, the scent of Darshan sticks ... I had already grown accustomed to it. When I asked others if they sensed the same, they said - no. One time my dog ​​was howling while I was away. When I returned, the landlord was upset, saying he couldn bare it any longer, the howling was disturbing them. I was concerned. When I had to go out, I asked Baba to calm the dog down, to make him fallasleep. I was n't sure, but I said it. Indeed, when I got back home, the landlord said: "That's odd, we didn't hear him once!" Then I knew - Baba can always hear me and answers my prayers and pleads.

Now I'm going to stop writing, because there's much to go on about, a long story ... but for now, let this be enough!

In Sai Prema Love - Irina Kavi