VïDâ González - Divine Times

I know one should never tell anyone about these weird things, because we may end up being locked up in a padded cell with no visitors allowed and with the only available key being tossed away for good.

But I have to say, there was only one voice. It was very sweet when speaking to me and it wasn’t telling me to go and kill, so, I was naturally inclined to listen to it.

The adorable and melodious voice I could quite clearly hear inside my head was telling me that I should love everything and everyone as I love myself.

Obviously, to be able to do what the voice suggested to me, I had to love myself in the first place and then, and only then, could I quietly extend that wonderful feeling of inner peace to the rest of Creation.

But in the beginning, my head and my heart were so stiff that I could not even grasp the basics of that concept. It was obvious that I simply wasn’t ready to love myself as I was being guided to do.

You see, loving oneself is the hardest thing anyone would consider doing, as for the longest time we have been told that we are children of sin and that we could never even entertain the idea of being like Jesus of Galilee or any other Great Master.

But the voice insisted on telling me that I, indeed, had something to do that would help, not only myself, but many others, so I started to focus a bit more seriously on the message that was apparently coming from within my deepest self.

From the few communications that came through at first, I got the main idea of writing a book about the peculiar way we live down here, meaning, this family living in this small country town resting on the rolling hills of western Victoria, Australia.

We, my family and I, had moved from a big city some years earlier following one of my meditations, so the thought of hearing voices inside my head wasn’t new for me. But I happen to be a carpenter by trade and my only formal education was to have completed primary school in my native city, Montevideo, while I was still living in my country of birth, Uruguay, so many years ago; so, I can read and write but, writing a book?

Back then, the very thought of writing anything was so very foreign to me that I would have never deemed to have that sort of ambition, so at first, I simply ignored the call.

But the voice persisted, and it obviously wasn’t going to go away by me simply looking the other way.

Well, one good day I decided to consider the possibility of writing something to see if I could make it stop. Perhaps the only question going in circles in my head would have been, writing about what?

My meditations had always been very personal and somewhat too weird to share them with anyone except with my wife Cristina, so I just kept doing other things and for a while I forgot the whole writing a book thing.

In due course, the loving but resolute perseverance of the request got my attention again and I started to record some of our family’s experiences in notebooks. But, at that point, putting it all into a book was not a possibility that I would seriously consider at all.

Some two or three years later, a series of peculiar circumstances took me once again to India to see Sri Sathya Sai Baba. Once there, some devotees I had met in previous trips suggested to me that what I had written could become an “interesting book”. Thus, I decided to go out on a limb and, although it took me a few years to get it into my head, I resolved to start writing a somewhat brief account of how we ended up here, doing what we do.

Eventually, I devotedly presented the manuscript of the first edition of Divine Times to my Divine Master, and the book was published by the Sri Sathya Sai Trust late in 2009 and we, Cristina and I, decided to offer the book as a donation to that institution.

Well, all these years later, having received my new orders, I am ready to write a new and fresher recount of my personal experiences with the Being that I consider to be The Great Avatar of this Age, Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

We, Cristina, Nicolas, Mercedes and I, as a family group have had the wonderful opportunity to have some magnificent experiences with Baba, both personally and during dreams and visitations, over more than twenty years of devotion, and I have been told that I should make the effort of sharing those experiences with anyone interested in matters of this kind.

One of the ideas behind the writing of this text was to encourage common people like ourselves to talk about their encounters with Baba, as we know from our life experience that anyone that had the wonderful opportunity of briefly meeting Him even once would have something amazing to tell.

At the same time, listening to the very personal stories could give us all a much better understanding of what being able to coexist with the Greatest Avatar ever actually means.

Sri Sathya Sai Baba tells us that practicing Satsang (1) enriches us, as well as anyone listening to the stories.

The millions of personal tales will be recounted one day, as a factual report of the most sacred moment humanity has ever had the opportunity of witnessing.

So, this is then, our contribution, the humble story of the González’s family and the Great Poorna Avatar.

Some parts of what we will describe here could also be used as a basic guide on how to live a simple organic life, although it is essential to understand that many adjustments would have to be made to our working methods in accordance to the lifestyle and geographic location of the person or persons interested, in order for the different techniques to work.

I can see now that my first attempt to portray some of the experiences we were so lucky to have was a meagre attempt, but it was, after all, my first try.

What I am now ready to present to the reader is not going to be a masterpiece in literature or a bestseller, but at least it would be a bit more generous than the first one, or so I hope.

I humbly dedicate this modest effort to the Lotus Feet of the Great Poorna Avatar of the present Age, Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

VïDâ González, Casterton, seventh of May of 2019

1 Sri Sathya Sai Baba tells us that practicing Satsang (1) enriches us, as well as anyone listening to the stories. The millions of personal tales will be recounted one day, as a factual report of the most sacred moment humanity has ever had the opportunity of witnessing. So, this is then, our contribution, the humble story of the González’s family and the Great Poorna Avatar. Some parts of what we will describe here could also be used as a basic guide on how to live a simple organic life, although it is essential to understand that many adjustments would have to be made to our working methods in accordance to the lifestyle and geographic location of the person or persons interested, in order for the different techniques to work. I can see now that my first attempt to portray some of the experiences we were so lucky to have was a meagre attempt, but it was, after all, my first try. What I am now ready to present to the reader is not going to be a masterpiece in literature or a bestseller, but at least it would be a bit more generous than the first one, or so I hope. I humbly dedicate this modest effort to the Lotus Feet of the Great Poorna Avatar of the present Age, Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba. VïDâ González, Casterton, seventh of May of 2019 1 Satsang / Satsanga, is a Sanskrit word, meaning to associate with saintly people, or to be in the company of pious people. It is also related to sitting with a sat guru, or in a group meeting seeking knowledge and listening to sacred stories. Satsang / Satsanga, is a Sanskrit word, meaning to associate with saintly people, or to be in the company of pious people. It is also related to sitting with a sat guru, or in a group meeting seeking knowledge and listening to sacred stories.