Just read the experiences of a few of his devotees, alias believers. A Kenyan lady tells her story like this: Since the last three years, we firmly believe in baba. I am basically from Nairobi, Kenya. Just for fun, my husband and I thought of applying for US visas. One fine day in July we called the embassy to make arrangements and set up an interview, we made an appointment for August 18, 2000. Since 18 = 1+8 = 9 is a significant number, I believed we would make it.
We had to prepare papers for the interview, we had to present strong evidence of our ties in Kenya, good financial background. Since my husband and I worked and had the responsibility of two girls, my daughters, the savings were not high enough to give them confidence. But we had a strong background where we both worked. We prepared the necessary papers, I started reading SAI SAT CHAT RITE RA a week before so that I could finish and go for the interview. I finished reading on Tuesday, and we were supposed to go for an interview on Wednesday morning. We left everything to the grandmother, saying "YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR US".
When we got to the embassy there was a long queue... and in that queue I saw a person who looked like he was of Arab origin but the clothes he was wearing a white Kurt a with a white turban, and he had a long white beard when I was singing SAI just turned around and saw baba in it. How our number came. One of the officers who checked all the papers as attached to the form and there was one part mentioned…if the kids are under a certain age, no photos are required, so we didn't take pictures of the girls. She told us to go do them to him near the mall and come back before 10am. Because it was early in the morning, 8:00 and shopping centers open at 9:30.
We had to go and wait for the mall to open, we tried other places, they were also closed. After taking pictures of the girls, we went back to the embassy and wondered why this was happening? It was almost 9:50 when we arrived. And there were several people in front of us in that line to talk to. We were called. My girls and I chanted grandma's name, and I had grandma's key ring in my hand. When the officer was going through the papers, he just asked what we were working for, had a nice talk with the girls and said go to another counter, pay the fees and get your passport the next day. SAI RAM were the words that came out of me and my husband's mouth, and I couldn't believe it. The officer didn't even go through the bank statements.
We paid the fees and kept silent all the way home and went straight to my Man Dir and bowed to it and thanks to him, we reached the US safely without any problems. Since then, My family and I had more faith in Baba, he was there when we called him. MAY SAI BLESS YOU ALL
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