Babaji's divine presence - Lessons in love and faith

Recently, a few of us had the privilege of being with Babaji. We had just arrived at a mall for some shopping when the rain began to pour heavily. As we parked the car, one of the brothers realized he had misplaced his wallet containing all his identity cards and other essentials. To make matters worse, he had a late-night flight to catch. Panic set in as he frantically searched his bag and the usual place where he kept his wallet, but it was nowhere to be found. The black purse had vanished.

Babaji, noticing his troubled expression, gently asked what was wrong. Without a moment’s hesitation, he instructed one of us to call the house we had just left to check if the wallet was still in the room. As we dialed the number, Babaji—seemingly out of nowhere—pulled the black purse from the side pocket of the brother’s bag, smiling like a child as he said, “Here it is...”

La presencia divina de Babaji - Lecciones de amor y fe

Recientemente, algunos de nosotros tuvimos el privilegio de estar con Babaji. Acabábamos de llegar a un centro comercial para hacer unas compras cuando empezó a llover a cántaros. Mientras aparcábamos el coche, uno de los hermanos se dio cuenta de que había perdido su cartera, que contenía todos sus documentos de identidad y otros objetos esenciales. Para colmo, tenía que coger un vuelo nocturno. El pánico se apoderó de él mientras buscaba frenéticamente en su bolso y en el lugar habitual donde guardaba la cartera, pero no la encontraba por ninguna parte. El monedero negro había desaparecido.