A testimonial of what happened to me on a visit to Sai Baba's ashram. I am not a Sai Baba devotee, but nobody can tell me that there is not supernatural activity going on there, because I witnessed it with my own eyes.

THE DANCING STARS
Christmas Eve; 7:10 p.m.
On the ashram by the big tree by the main temple.
Anyone who may happen to read this will probably have a hard time believing what I am seeing right now. One might think that the constellations, which have for so long appeared to have been stationary and distant objects in the sky, were ultimately nothing more than a cosmic illusion, a joke thought up by God. It literally looks as if all the stars have fallen from the heavens and that now they are hovering above the large tree I am sitting near.
There seems to be something about the general quality of their brightness that tells me they are as close as they appear to be, just above the top of this thirty or forty feet-high tree. Other than their brightness, there is no real reference point to gauge their relative distance. They look almost exactly like ordinary stars, maybe a little bit more golden in colour.
I have been watching them move around now above this tree for about twenty minutes and many other people around me, hundreds, have seen the same thing. My guess is that there are about a thousand or so of these „particles‟. They are moving about rather slowly, at varying speeds and in every conceivable direction. Every now and then five of them or so gather to form a perfect circle which they spin around a few times before dispersing. This seems to indicate some sort of intelligence on their part, just as it also connotes a certain playfulness, like they are dancing with one another.
As I watch this I experience an ominous feeling. Maybe this is my first experience of Sai Baba‟s real power. It is very, very impressive. I can only assume that this must have something to do with him, since this is his ashram and because of all the things I‟ve heard people say about him. I believe I am witnessing a „supernatural‟ event for the first time in my life; perhaps this might even be called a miracle.
Oddly though, the net result of seeing this is not that I am uplifted or in awe, for that matter. If anything, this extraordinary event only highlights a feeling I have been contending with all day:
That feeling that I am being deliberately ignored by Sai Baba.
Same day; 8:34 p.m.
On the ashram near the museum
More on those „stars‟ I saw a while ago.
First of all, I concluded that they weren‟t actually real stars because, after looking around the sky for a couple of minutes, I finally spotted some stationary objects that were definitely real stars, on the horizon all around me. The real stars were not only stationary, but they were a little bigger, a bit brighter and definitely whiter than the far-more-numerous ones that were floating around in the foreground close to the tree.
It‟s worth noting that it took me a while to make this distinction though, because it testifies to the very real quality of what I was seeing. Initially at least, it really did look like all of the stars had become dislodged from their ordinary places in the night sky and that they were floating around, actually dancing with each other at times.
When I went away from the tree, about fifty feet away, the moving star-like „particles‟ disappeared from view, but the real stars in the sky were still not visible, except at the point near the horizon all around me. When I returned to the point beneath the tree, the floating particles were very easy to see once more. From that perspective it looked like a perfectly clear starry night, with the one major exception being that the „stars‟ were moving around.
I thought up a few alternative explanations to account for what I was seeing. For one thing, there was the possibility that the lights might have been birds. But that couldn‟t have been the case because of the way they were moving. Furthermore, if they were birds they were apparently content to fly around at a height just above the tree for (at least) forty-five minutes, in all different kinds of directions, staying in approximately the same space (above the tree) while never bothering to settle on the branches. That is very un-birdlike behavior. Also, if they were birds, or bats, I couldn‟t hear them, nor could I see their shadows. That seemed to discount the possibility that they were anything of the sort, since they appeared to be so close to the top of the tree, which couldn‟t have been much more than thirty feet high.
Dragonflies? Quite possibly, with but one exception. Dragonflies don‟t form perfect circles in groups of anywhere from three to ten for the apparent purpose of dancing.
There was one other possibility that I could think of: that the ashram people were putting on some sort of Christmas Eve light show. But if that was true, then there had to be beams of light projecting from the ground or the rooftops nearby. There was no such thing whatsoever.
While I was standing there, craning my neck to the heavens, the children‟s Christmas play that was going on in the hall next to the temple ended. All of about fifty thousand devotees came streaming out into the night. About ten percent of them stared up to the sky to see what was going on and there was much „oohing‟ and „aahing‟. In other words, this was a very public event.
“The Hindus have an explanation for this,” said a man who was standing nearby.
“What‟s that?” I asked.
“Oh, it‟s not important,” he said. “Many westerners wouldn‟t believe it anyway. They think these things are silly.”
“Tell me, please,” I said, well aware that I was being gently baited.
“Nah.”
“Come on!”
“They are devas, spirits without bodies,” the man explained. “We would say that they are between lifetimes, between incarnations. They love Sai Baba so much that they want to be with him, even now. That‟s because he is God and they want to be with their creator!
“I have been here at the ashram for several months now,” he continued, “and the only time I saw the devas before was on Sai Baba‟s birthday a month ago. Now they have come again, to celebrate the birth of Jesus.”
After that encounter I drifted over a little towards the hall where the children‟s play had been going on. There I spotted a couple of westerners standing nearby, wearing white from head to toe with blue scarves - the devotee dress code, in other words, a point worth noting. Since they were both looking up at the „stars‟ I decided to go over and solicit their impressions of what they were seeing.
“They‟re birds!” said one of the two, and quite sarcastically.
The way he answered me was not only very strong, but his mocking tone clearly implied that any other explanation would be completely ridiculous, and therefore not worthy of any further discussion. I laughed „with‟ him, as a kind of going-along-with-things reflex. Having rendered his judgement, the man walked off quickly with his friend. There was something about what he had seen that was very disturbing to him, I thought. So disturbing that he wasn‟t even willing to try to come up with a convincing counter-explanation.

Yet another act of ignorance..Ganesh statues drinking milk (a simple physics concept called surface tension).. scented oil oozing out of wax statue, folks, it is the wax that melted due to heat and trickling, didn't you ever see a candle and how it works? One lady saw something and like a herd of sheep others are following, nobody can save these ignorance souls!