I've already spoken about Shirdi Sai Baba many times before, so you must know who he is. For anybody who doesn't, he's a powerful spiritual master who lived in India and left an impactful mark in the hearts of many, worldwide. His life was his message. He was capable of changing lives with the touch of his hand, and he showed it. He still does. To know more about him, you can read "Sai Sacharitra", a book by a man who lived with him. Sai Baba died over a 100 years ago in a village called "Shirdi", in South India, but he still lives and performs miracles for those who love him. At the Mohanji Peace Center in Obrenovac, Serbia, we have a statue of Shirdi Sai Baba which is considered to be alive, as it usually is the case in Indian tradition when special rituals are performed to maintain the energy in the statue. Anyhow, people's experiences say more than any words—when people visit Baba in Obrenovac, they feel a very high energy around him, and experience many changes and miracles in his presence.
A few months ago, during the summer, I was performing my duties as a priest at the Mohanji Peace Center (MPC), and a miracle happened. As priests, we are required to wear white clothes while conducting our priest duties. At that time, I had a limited supply of white clothes. Being at the MPC, which is located a bit far from the city, I couldn’t go to buy new clothes, so it was essential to take care of the ones I had.
Interestingly, one visitor to the center kept bringing specific flowers for Baba’s temple—yellow flowers that easily leave stains if touched. They were very powdery and easily crushed on contact with skin or clothing. I know this because this flower already left stains on some of my clothes before, which I later had difficulty in removing. A person who lived at the MPC commented how this lady always brings the same flowers to Baba, the yellow ones, so that's how we paid additional attention to it.
After completing my routine duties around the temples, I must have come too close to the flowers because I noticed my white dress was covered in yellow stains. It was a huge stain all over!
First of all, I already had a limited supply of white clothes, and secondly, it was one of my favorite dresses. I was so shocked and said something like, “Is this really happening?” or “No way.” out loud, even though I was alone. I just remember the desperation in my voice.
I somehow made peace that I lost that dress, so I left the stained dress on the terrace of our priest house, located behind Baba’s temple. Our terrace faces the back of Baba’s temple, so the dress was just a few meters from Baba’s idol. I didn’t think about Baba when leaving the dress there, I simply planned to wash it later. However, when I returned, I found the dress completely clean—no stains at all.
This was impossible. Nobody would have taken it upon themselves to wash my dress, and even if someone had, the time frame was too short for it to be washed and dried. I even asked everyone at the center if they had touched the dress, and all of them said no. The dress was in the exact spot where I had left it, on the chair on the terrace. I realized that it was Baba! He had cleaned my dress because he knew how much I cared for it.
Later, when I shared this experience with Mohanji, he confirmed, “Yes, he did that. Tell the world about it.” I was so happy about it. However, I haven't written that blog for months. But ever since I came back from India in December 2024, I started receiving clear thoughts like, “Oh, I need to write that blog.” I never realized it might be Mohanji and Baba reminding me through my thoughts. These thoughts especially intensified when I came to the Mohanji Peace Center on January 8 to replace the main priest here, while he was away. I started being poked by mental reminders continuously — while cooking, while doing Aarti (the temple rituals). I still kept delaying writing it.
As I said, I was at the Mohanji Peace Center from January 8 and I stayed until 11th. Jan 8 was Wednesday. From the next day (Thursday) I kept smelling a very bad smell coming from the cloth that we use to wipe the dishes of Gods. I wanted to replace it, but didn’t know where the new ones were kept. I wanted to text the priest many times to ask him, but I kept forgetting.
In MPC, we have everything separate for Gods and don’t use the same cloth that we use for people. So the whole day on Thursday, and some part of the day on Friday, the smell was there. When I tried wiping the dishes with this cloth, the bad smell would get transferred to the dishes. It was so strong.
I felt bad that I still hadn't replaced the cloth. Then on Friday, as I was preparing to serve dinner, I noticed that the smell had completely vanished. Instead, the cloth now smelled like detergent. This was impossible. The smell earlier had been so strong—like when wet clothes are left undried for too long. That couldn’t have disappeared just like that unless washed. I assumed Kristina, another priest, had replaced it or washed it. But when I asked her, she said she didn’t do it.
I went to smell the cloth again, to test it a couple of more times to see if perhaps I was wrong, but it was the truth. That’s when I realized—this, too, was Baba!
This whole time, it was Baba. Even the reminders to write the blog about the dress was also him. He knew I would delay it indefinitely, so he gave me another experience to boost my motivation to write. Perhaps it was also to demonstrate the extent of his capabilities. He is capable of miracles beyond the understanding of science or the laws of physics. He knew that pushing me might leave me feeling demotivated, so instead, he gave me another miracle because he knows that the presence of Mohanji and him is my true source of happiness, and when I have that, I can do anything. Baba doesn’t gain anything by people getting to know about his miracles, but people gain a lot. That is why it’s important to share what a guru does for us. I was deeply moved by the perfection of his plans.
Baba also probably lost any hope that I would change the cloth so he assisted by cleaning it, to ensure that cleanliness is maintained 😅 “Cleanliness is Godliness” says Mohanji.
Conclusion
1. Faith transcends logic
These experiences show that divine interventions can transcend human logic. Baba’s presence demonstrates that miracles can happen and that they DO happen. We only need faith and surrender.
2. Value what you have
Whether it is the presence of a living master like Mohanji or the blessings of Shirdi Sai Baba, these connections are rare and precious. It’s important to recognize, value, and share these experiences. Especially a connection to somebody who is still alive like Mohanji. I cannot say it enough—share, share, share. It’s a tragedy that Mohanji gives so much energy to do something for you, and you just die and take your experience to the grave. By sharing, you are showing that you value it. By not sharing, you display ego or lack of appreciation.
3. Miracles carry messages
Every miracle has a message. In my case, Baba used these extraordinary events to show me the importance of cleanliness and sharing my experiences, while also reminding me that his presence is always with me. That his power is limitless, and that it cannot be explained with logic.
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