Today, the sage we are going to speak about carries a distinct identity and stature through his experiences. In this article, we will refer to this sage as “ASTA.” He has his own sacred place where, about 16 years ago, he took samadhi (left his physical body in a conscious state). It is believed that this sage incarnates on Earth every 300–400 years.
His compassion and love for humanity are reflected in ways that cannot truly be expressed in words. Among his teachings, the most important are: Walk with humility, not arrogance and Have love for all.
Once, I took a friend from the southern region to his place when his entire family was disturbed due to issues around a medical seat. I have mentioned about this friend in one of earlier posts. Even when this sage was alive in his physical body, I had stayed in his town for 3–4 years, and my family members had also visited him. Yet, I neither truly knew him nor met him at that time.
About 13–14 years ago, one day while I was busy with my work, I suddenly, almost unconsciously, traveled far and reached his city. From there, I took a small local bus, reached his place, bowed my head, took prasad, and returned to my city by 11–12 at night. To this day: I never told anyone about this. Nor could I ever understand how it happened. After about 3 years, I found that I could not stop taking his name. Whenever I remembered him daily, something miraculous would happen. In every situation: Things turned in my favor and My work would get done just by remembering him
Once, I had gone to another state for company training. I had kept my parking receipt safely, as usual. When I returned around 3–4 AM, the receipt was missing. I explained: “Check properly, it’s my vehicle. Take my license and registration, take the money, and let me go.” But the man insisted: “You’ll have to pay a heavy fine since you don’t have the receipt.” I was in a hurry—I had to attend a function. I called a local councillor—no answer. Even his elder brother, who is my friend—no response. Then I remembered the saint’s teaching: do not be arrogant. So I paid the fine (₹1000–2000) and started walking toward my car. After moving a little ahead, someone called out: “Your receipt fell behind.” I turned—there was a folded receipt shining in the dust. There was dust everywhere and no person around who had called me. I picked it up—it was my own receipt, the same one I had carefully folded and kept in my wallet. I couldn’t understand when it fell or who called me. I went back, showed the receipt, and got my fine refunded. 👉 The saint was such a master—he made you understand everything through experience, not words.
I kept taking his name deeply. Around 2017–2018, by the grace of Baba Bhagwan Shiv Ji, I began a different level of spiritual practice connected to him. During these experiences my body would feel intense heat. Within a few days, I found myself in one of his past-life locations, in a subtle (astral) body, in another country. There the time felt different and the architecture was incredibly beautiful. I observed the entire place in subtle form. After some time, I saw a small child praying there. As I wondered what he was doing, his prayer—spoken in his mind—became audible to me. I was soo taken aback with such an experience. These are highly evolved saints, deeply devoted to Baba Bhagwan Shiva Ji. I woke up overwhelmed.
A few days later, another experience happened. While sleeping, in my subtle body, I reached another planet-like place filled with forests, where all beings were different and creatures had unique forms and ways of moving or flying. As I observed them, everything was fine. Then I turned back… and saw a being whose big toe alone was twice the size of my entire body and you can only imagine how big he actually is. I had been practicing his worship for only about a month at that time. After witnessing such intense experiences, I returned to simple, normal devotion. Even today, occasionally, by his grace, I feel called and visit his place.
Once, while meeting a client’s family, I saw his photograph in their home. When I asked, they said: “We had no children when the saint was alive. By his blessings and God’s grace, we were blessed with a child.” Blessed is the land of India, and blessed is the tradition of our sages, that such God-realized saints have taken birth here. This is not just a story—it’s a personal testimony of faith, humility, and experiential spirituality guided by a realized saint.
Greetings! Love and Light from Aastha Musings~