#so there are permanent home structures for their village but they are used 4-5 months at a time before moving on

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rotating possible eyrie home lore in my brain

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The Time Being (ao3 / ffn) catflorist Summary: Time-slipping is a side effect of wielding the Rinnegan. When Sasuke slips through time, he always goes to Sakura, whether he wants to or not. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

pt 7: seasons

SUMMER

Flowers and garlands decorated the village square, packed with bodies wearing their finest clothes. The guests milled about endless rows of chairs, gathered under the shadow of trees, and stood on benches for the best view. Heads were turning to the podium, and chatter was beginning to die—Sakura made it just in time. Her geta tapped out her quick steps as she weaved her way to the front row.

"You're late," Sasuke muttered, removing his haori from the seat next to him. How he succeeded in saving a place, she didn't know. The square appeared to contain every chair in the village, and still the crowd spilled into the streets.

Sakura smoothed the skirt of her pink dress. "It was your fault," she said, settling in her chair.

Halfway through shrugging the haori over his shoulders, Sasuke halted, peering at her face with new scrutiny. Sakura peered back, comparing this Sasuke, in his formal wear, breeze rustling the hair he asked her to trim a few days ago, with the Sasuke she just met—bleeding and weary-eyed, wearing a purple obi and a permanent scowl.

"How is your head?" she asked.

A smile grew on Sasuke's lips.

Sakura wanted to enjoy Sasuke's smile for longer, but she felt eyes boring into the back of her neck. Across the crowd, Tsumiki Kido turned his head, too late to disguise his staring.

Sasuke frowned, following her gaze. "Who is that man?"

"Someone who isn't happy you're back in the village," Sakura said. A chill traveled down her spine, though it did not matter now if Tsumiki or other members of the council saw them together. As a war hero, owner of two legendary doujutsu, and friend to herself, Naruto, and the Rokudaime Hokage, Sasuke was untouchable.

"Are you happy?" Sasuke asked, eyes stern.

"Of course I am," Sakura said.

"Then I have no other concerns," he dismissed. For the second time that day, pink tinged Sakura's cheeks, and she found herself at a loss for words.

A bright, cloudless blue sky shimmered above, promising to give way to a clear and starry night. When the wedding ceremony was over, they offered Hinata and Naruto their congratulations together.

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FALL

In the warm climate of Fire country, the changing of seasons was gentle, but distinct. A chill grew in the air each day until it was difficult to remember anything different.

The moon hung in the sky when Sakura left the hospital one night. She worked late, reinvigorating her proposal to create a pediatric center at the hospital. Besides on-call staff, the only person working later than her was Karin. After sharing one of Orochimaru's radical techniques to preserve chakra network samples, the scientists of the research lab had claimed her of one of their own.

Walking through the quiet and peaceful streets on the way home, Sakura was confident she would not face rejection this time. The village was changing.

Sakura approached her building. A carving of a blooming tree decorated the door. Jugo's artisanry had quickly gained Konoha's attention. His work was everywhere around the village––hand-painted signs, wooden figurines and statues, delicate carvings around door frames. After Suigetsu asked Jugo to create wooden shuriken for his three Academy students, it seemed every young student passing by held one in hand. Reaching for her keys, Sakura pictured wooden carvings on the walls of her pediatric center.

She was not alone.

"Sasuke-kun," she murmured. He was bonier than she remembered him being. His jaw was only beginning to sharpen. "I see. You're leaving now, aren't you?"

She already knew the answer. It was obvious in the way his hands trembled, in the way shadows were collecting in his eyes. He was clutching the left strap of his backpack. Against the warm hues of her street, he was a patch of deep blue and darkness, a shard fallen from the night sky. This was Sasuke on the night he left the village.

A street lamp buzzed and flickered on. When the light caught his face, his cheeks glistened. He took a small step towards her and exhaled a ragged breath.

This was too much for Sakura. She knew what it was like to be left behind. To face his back and beg him to stay, trying to glean from the still line of his shoulders if her words were working. She did not know, all the while, this was what leaving was like for him.

"Wait," she pleaded, but even before the word formed on her tongue, he was gone.

Sakura's feet led her to Sasuke's apartment. He opened the door after the first knock.

"Sakura," he said, opening the door wider.

One step forward was all Sakura needed to take. Sasuke's arms surrounded her without hesitation, as if waiting all this time for the sign to hold her close.

"I just saw you," she murmured, lips brushing his throat. "You were leaving…"

"I'm not leaving anymore," he promised.

"I missed you," she said, though they had eaten together yesterday, and he had walked her home the day before that. There was hardly a day since he returned to the village that they had not seen each other.

Sasuke's chest rose and fell with a soft sigh. "We are tied together." He said it in the same way someone might say the sun is up or north is this way.

Was it always like this? Sakura wondered.

Sasuke reached for her hand. "I want to always be near you," he confessed.

Sakura brushed the hair out of his eyes, traced his cheek, his brow bone. He blinked, and his eyelashes kissed her fingers. The rings of his left eye were like the ripples a stone made as it fell through the surface of water.

"I never stopped loving you," she said. "I love you as much as I did then."

Sasuke's forehead fell against hers, waiting for her kiss. Sakura did not leave him waiting.

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WINTER

Sasuke appeared in Sakura's apartment in the middle of the night, wearing the Akatsuki robes, carrying the weight of a decision. He fell asleep on her couch. It was a long time before he slipped away.

When she was alone, Sakura removed her robe, which she had worn to conceal the Uchiha crest on the back of her borrowed shirt. She returned to her room and settled back next to Sasuke, asleep and unworried, in her bed.

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SPRING

Before Sasuke climbed in through the window of her third-story office, Sakura was basking in the glow of good news.

She read the message on her desk for the third time. Out of the blue, the council greenlighted her pediatric center, offering her a budget larger than she had dreamed. It was enough to build a facility solely dedicated to children's health. No child in the village would ever be left behind again, the way Naruto and Sasuke were.

A soft footfall interrupted Sakura's thoughts of all the work ahead. Sasuke dropped inside the room, the scent of pollen and oncoming rain drifting in behind him.

Sakura leapt up from her desk and locked the door. "What's wrong?"

"I just received this from the council," he said, passing her a scroll before blinking away his Sharingan.

With trembling fingers, Sakura read over Sasuke's new mission assignment.

The scroll described a mission of indefinite length. A haphazard journey across the shinobi world, doing nothing in particular. Escort this noble. Deliver this message. Check on the status of this favor. Refusing the mission, or failing the mission's terms, meant abstaining Konoha citizenship and willfully accepting exile. The text outlined required checkpoints every five days, the first in Suna.

Sakura threw the scroll to the ground, cracking the wooden spindle within. Suna was a two-week journey from Konoha for the fastest of travelers. There was nothing subtle about the council's true intentions.

"Tsumiki Kido delivered the message," Sasuke said, his face even. "He said it would prove my loyalty to Konoha."

"They can't do this," Sakura spat. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to!"

Sasuke gripped her wrist. "He said leaving would be in my best interest, if I cared about the wellbeing of the village."

A buzz filled Sakura's ears. The threat was a familiar one. It reused works she had spoken herself, in a council meeting before the war, as she pulled dangerous strings to keep Sasuke safe.

They will be upset, Shizune had warned.

"We don't have to accept this. We can change things," Sakura said. "Right now. We've already done impossible things..."

A just, peaceful, village was not too much to ask for. Sakura's surroundings faded away, a plan organizing in her mind. She and Sasuke comprised two-thirds of the new generation of Sannin. With Naruto's influence, they could sway their old classmates, and other skilled shinobi, to their cause. They could reach out to Gaara, who had already implemented structural change in the Sand. Tsunade and Kakashi could leverage their political power and Hinata could reach the Hyuuga clan. Sakura herself carried a well-loved reputation among civilians and in the broader world. If anything, they could use brute force to overthrow Konoha's government. They were not powerless, especially not with the help of their teammates, friends, and allies. They could shape their own world and the future they wanted.

Sasuke shook his head. "They wanted my clan dead, so they killed them. Now they want me to go. I can't risk anyone else being hurt." His hand on her wrist tightened, like holding a lifeline. "I can't lose you."

Sakura's mind stopped spinning. "All right," she whispered. "Then I'll come with you."

"You have matters here." Sasuke placed a second scroll back on her desk. While she was plotting, he was reading the news she received this morning.

The timing suddenly made sense––why Sakura's proposal was approved now, of all times, after months of silence. Of course she could not go with him, if building the facility meant protecting and caring for the lives of Konoha's children.

"We haven't had much time," Sakura started, but her throat closed. He was supposed to stay. Why did he have to go again?

"Finish your work," he said. "Then I'll find you."

"Where will I be?" Sakura asked, because a glint was growing in Sasuke's eyes. This happened sometimes, whenever he knew something she didn't. It happened last week when Sakura had brought home an abandoned black kitten, naming her Hime after the dignified way she perched upon Sasuke's shoulder. It happened when she had pulled away from their first kiss.

Sasuke passed something into her hand. A pebble the shape of old dreams, of crashing waves and salt.

He asked, "Have you ever thought about going to the ocean?"

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SUMMER AGAIN

Sasuke was gone, yet he was here again, in the dark of Sakura's bedroom.

"I'll be with you soon," he promised, after kissing her.

Before he left, Sasuke had recounted every detail he could remember about what Sakura should expect at the ocean––every rejected cup of tea, every question. But he hadn't told her about this.

Sakura understood why. When living out of order, some knowledge could not be disclosed. It was too precious, or too painful. Some things were best left for discovery. .

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Up next: Everything comes together. 

Notes: where the daylight begins by ohwhatsherface inspired the sentence about lifelines.

thank you for reading :)

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Let's check out Cambodia

After around 19 months in Thailand I felt it was time to look for new pastures and decided to move to Cambodia.  Some of you may be thinking, ‘What!! why would he do that’, moving from one of the most developed countries in Asia, to a very small and under developed country without the many facilities offered by a more advanced nation.

Stay tuned and I’ll let you know.

So I arrived in Phnom Penh the capital of Cambodia traveling by coach, an experience in itself!

Some of the roads were filled with deep pits and holes and it had been raining so muddy too, however we eventually arrived safely in Phnom Penh in the late evening in October 2014.

Fortunately, after only a short walk I was able to find a hotel for temporary accommodation while looking for a job and a more permanent apartment.

It did not take long to acquire a new position and I started work as a Tutor for a company run by an English owner. This involved some one on one tutoring and some small group work with local companies, again at a fairly low level. I continued working here until I met a guy in a local bar one evening and he told me about a language school run by IDP called ACE (Australian Centre for Education) and that I should apply there.

I suppose I should add a rather funny story (although not so funny for me at the time), one day my boss invited me to meet for lunch this was about 2 hours before my lesson with a Korean guy, very good in English but he wanted to improve even more and learn many of the idioms we have in English as well as converse with a native speaker. Anyway so at lunch my boss ordered some pizza and we had a pleasant time eating and drinking. However, unknown to me was the fact that this was commonly known as a ‘happy pizza’ in other words it was laced with cannabis.

I now had to proceed to my lesson with an executive client who spoke very good English and try to provide a good session. But that was not to be, I found myself feeling very drowsy and unable to concentrate eventually after about 30 to 40 min’s he ended the class. I’m sure he must have realised what had happened, but I put it down to not feeling very well. For me a terrible experience, as I would never drink or take mild drugs like that knowing I had a lesson to do, but quite funny looking back. What a boss right!!       

 This I did and after an interview, I was accepted to stat in a new branch in an area known as Toul Tom Poung. It was a brand new building with about 7 floors. This was to begin in the New Year January 2015.  

All the teachers that started in this branch were new teachers and we had induction training before we started. Very professional and although they did have classes for all ages we were able to stipulate our preferences. So I chose to teach at level 4 and above which was at an intermediate level and with teenagers and adults.

Quick note; IDP is an organization in Australia I believe its government run to encourage foreign students to study in Australian Universities. They are one part of the team that makes up the IELTS exams with the British Council.

I was very please to find this position as it was my first experience of working in a well run and organized school, it also took care of our visa’s and working permits and provided medical insurance after a 6 month probationary period.  We had all the necessary tools and equipment to plan our lessons and a structured curriculum using English course books. So whilst it was still required to make lesson plans they were developed around the lessons from the books, these included audio and video material.

Cambodia Expat Lifestyle

OK, so what about Cambodia, I found it a very nice place not too much traffic compared to other major capital cities, which made it easy to get around, here I did buy a second hand scooter rather than renting as they are very cheap here. Most of the traffic is motorbikes and bicycles not so many cars as the population is still relatively poor and cars here are very heavily taxed, they cost more here than in western countries.

The driving is not so good, they do go through red lights and drive on the wrong side of the road and you have to watch for vehicles coming from all directions, but they tend to drive quite slow, so just be careful.

About the traffic police if they stop you there will be a fine, even if you have done nothing wrong, but if you keep your eyes open they are avoidable and if you keep to the outside lane a go faster it’s difficult for them to stop you. It’s also acceptable here to ignore the police if they are flagging you down, they never pursue you.

I bought my scooter and never had a license in Cambodia, didn’t have any insurance. The only expenses were the petrol, about $1 a litre and any repairs, punctures did occur quite frequently but they have many places to repair and not very expensive.  

Cuisine in Cambodia mostly revolves around rice and noodles just like all the other Asian countries, meals could be bought at local restaurants for around a dollar, a can of beer about 70 cents in a store for the local brew or if in a bar $1.50 to $2. That’s if you wish to be on the economy side. But like Thailand being the capital city they have many different kinds of foods including, hamburgers, chips, Kebabs, Chinese, KFC and as in Thailand some western owners of bars and restaurants.

Of course if you venture into the small towns and villages you can only find the local foods.

Things to do, they had some small shopping malls and also one big AON mall that had just been built, with cinema that catered for blockbuster movies.

I also found a gym not as modern as the one in Thailand and no air conditioning which actually I prefer. But it had all the weights and equipment for me to work out a circuit for myself and it was only a dollar per visit.

Cambodia has many holidays, so the students and the school closed quite a bit and I decided to travel to the beach at Sihanouk about a 4 hour mini bus ride from Phnom Penh during any of the longer holidays. It was here that I noticed the scuba diving schools and being an adventurous person. I began by having an introductory course at a PADI diving school close to the beach at Sihanouk. After getting into the diving, I made my mind up to complete my open water certificate, this entailed buying some books and doing some study as well as the diving.

The centre I used had a place on an island, so we went by boat to this Island known as Koh Rong Sanloem and although there were some other small resorts it was almost a deserted beach, especially when it was out of the main season for tourists. However, on the other side of the Island, there were larger resorts and I occasionally took a walk over the hill to the other side, quite a steep climb and took about 30 to 40 min's, through a dense overgrown forest and a few streams to cross quite a nice little hike.  

          I got hooked on diving and went on to complete my advanced diving and also a rescue and first aid course. I thought about becoming an instructor but in the end decided against it.

I was also able to get involved with the school 5-a-side football team, we went to a local venue and played against the local teams, in my first 6 month contract we had two young guys teaching with us who were quite good footballers. So when the school had a 5-a-side competition we had a good team, even at 58, I was able to play in the side and we managed to win the competition on penalties in the final.  Not bad for an old geezer.   

    As for the cost of living, a bit less than Thailand especially for accommodation, although I have to say, I was very blessed to find a 3 bedroom two floor apartment fully furnished, for $200 a month. Most of the rented apartments were more in the region of $250 to $300 depending on what kind of facilities you were after, Oh! and with a balcony.  

Food to buy in the markets are cheap and varied you can get most vegetables that you might be used to, as well as many you have not seen before in your home country, unless you’re from another Asian country of course.                  

Scott Worswick

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Stop the Threats of the Mexican State Against Our Militant Comrade Adrián!

In early April, the state government of Hidalgo threatened to “start investigations” and take criminal actions against three militants who promote different community resistances in the region. Among them, is our brother and militante comrade Adrián Medina, criminalized in conjunction with Lorenzo Bautista and Armando Monter in many local media and newspapers to facilitate his detention or any repressive act directly against him.

THE GOVERNMENT OF HIDALGO THREATENS WITH CRIMINAL ACTIONS TO OUR COMRADE ADRIAN.

HELP US TO SPREAD IT EVERYWHERE!

To save some words…

To all those who are facing the capital-system:

In early April, the state government of Hidalgo threatened to “start investigations” and take criminal actions against three militants who promote different community resistances in the region. Among them, is our brother and militante comrade Adrián Medina, criminalized in conjunction with Lorenzo Bautista and Armando Monter in many local media and newspapers to facilitate his detention or any repressive act directly against him.

In a press conference -exclusive with the mass-media of their bunch- the Secretary of Government, Simón Vargas Aguilar, threw different accusations that surpassed the clumsy and the fallacious. Some of them -referring to the comrades- were: “they are a group of agitators who seek personal interests and put society at risk”, “they are a perfectly identified group and there will be corresponding legal actions” [1].

The first stone was thrown by the political class, since in addition to obtaining a serie of investigations ceded by the Municipal Presidency of Ixmiquilpan and different organs of virtual intelligence -demonstrating in this way their repulsive police omnipresence in the streets and social networks- the state government is using the comrades as a media pretext to hide their cheating act of destabilizing different villages in the north of Hidalgo, where people are governed by parties “in conflict” with the PRI, by the society polarization using repressive actions such as that in Tasquillo the past April 16th.

We are revolutionaries, therefore, anti-partisan and we repudiate the manipulation that the parties of any political current use to gain the machinery of representativeness and power, however, it is of great importance to denounce their plans an even more when they put at risk the integrity and the life of our militants.

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And… what is the perpetual harassment and resentment of the State against our fellows?

Historically, Hidalgo is a PRI territory, as much by its territorial chieftains as by its safe seats that seems theater seats. It is also the cradle of the big mining and of a predatory progression of extractivist projects for centuries that violate the activities of the Earth and the Environment, affecting the life as it was known by its inhabitants.

The wick of rebellion, as a body reflex, lit without premeditation.

– On December 8, 2016, the villages of San Luis Tecuautitlán, Maquixco, Zimapán, Cholula, Tizayuca, Epazoyucan and Pachuca organized neighbors took the streets to denounce the environmental extinction and pollution in their territories due to a megaproject breach which have intensified, this in a march organized by the communities that integrated the “Front Hidalguense in Defense of Territory.” The anti-gas masks and the long banners did not hesitate to yell at pedestrians and civil servant about the toxicity that mist their houses windows. [2]

During the protest, they closed state facilities, such as the Federal Office for the Protection of the Environment (PROFEPA) and the very same State Executive Branch.

– After the first ring in the New Year, the people of Hidalgo already had under their control a section of the federal highway Mexico-Laredo inside the flow of demonstrations of what was the #NoAlGasolinazo (protests against gas price hike).

– On January 5, after a heroic onslaught by the brotherhood of the towns of the Mezquital Valley against a titanic operation of the State Police that tried to evict them in the municipality of Ixmiquilpan, the blood spilled once more. Several convoys and tanks entered in a form of revenge and with firearms they shot to the contingent of the towns, Freddy  -proceeds of the community of Maguey Blanco- of 25 years and Alan Giovanni Gutiérrez -of the community of Dios Padre- died in the match. 13 people were injured and it was not a drop that spilled the glass, but an ocean. [3]

– On January 19, inhabitants of the Mezquital and solidarity organizations, bursted in the State Congress after a state march in the context of the protests against “gasolinazo”. In the government facility, they faced deputies from differents political parties -although most of them were part of the PRI- blamed the entire political class as the main guilty in the massacre on 5 January. Cynically, ten PRI’s deputies enunciated that “was voted in favor of “Gasolinazo” and structural reforms because they will give long-term benefits to Mexican people.”

– On January 26, radicalness increased when the Municipal Presidency of Ixmiquilpan was taken. In the facades of that corruption palace, enormous messages were drawn with the following slogans: “PASCUAL CHARREZ KILLER / YOU FORGOT US WHO SUPPORTED YOU / RENOUNCE / NO GASOLINAZO / ALAN AND FREDY DID WHAT YOU COULD NOT, THEY DEFENDED IXMIQUILPAN “.

– Receiving attack after attack by the State is synonymous of activist masochism. On February 2, was officially founded the Hidalgo Movement Against “Gasolinazo” and Shortage (MHCGC), a federative, autonomous and anti-partisan proposal to continue the fight against the “gasolinazo”, in defense to the territory and to the diverse problems that Hidalgo’s people have. [4]

Since its public appearance, it has turned out to be a headache for the State, so that those who are part of it -dozens of municipalities, agrarian, magisterial and popular organizations- are in constant governmental stalking due to the effective protests ranging from mass marches, take of toll booths and meetings in the whole country.

The MHCGC emerges after the separation in two fractions of the popular assembly of Ixmiquilpan. What happened? A small group made up of active members of different political parties -PRI, MORENA, PES- and tourist entrepreneurs in the so-called “Movimiento Pacífico 5 de Enero” (Pacific Movement January 5th), sold this movement in a private meeting to Simón Vargas Aguilar on February 1st, negotiating the removal of patrols and burned tanks after the insurrection of January 5th and remove of the permanent encampment known as a “plantón” in a supermarket called “Comercial Mexicana” because it was “concerning tourism” and change beneficiary of a communal land that surely it will end in their ambitious hands. [5]

– To put an end to this list of the most visible actions in the last months (because there is a whole work with the people, agitation, propaganda, massification of consciousness and organization) the last April 5, the municipality of Ixmiquilpan together with the MHCGC decided to boycott -without violence- the cowardly visit of Governor Omar Fayad Meneces to the Historical Center Square to start the police operation “Easter 2017” -with the proposal to make official the return of police force, since from January 5th the police is not welcome-. This vacation period is often visited and local spas are invaded by tourists.

To the action, a lot of trailer drivers of the municipality parked around the Square to block police cars entry to Square. The media response of the State was “there were armed people and the people security would not be compromised”. The event was cancelled.

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The result of our threats have materialized in a special watchfulness around our comrade Adrian’s home, even the intervention of his mobile and social networks.

The solidarity cannot be in other way but practice and constructive.

“If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.” From April 18, a tens comrades part of the MHCGC decided to enter a collective timetable of complaints before the Commission of Human Rights of Hidalgo, not to demand through the same hydra resources and mechanisms, the much vainglorious “justice”, but to set a legal precedent that expands the margin of repression within itself. It is like a reminder at the door of the enemy that says: “HERE WE ARE AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO STOP”.

Before the institutional omission, we decided to take the commission facility and to this day, more of one month  of consecutive days of permanent encampment are held waiting for the corresponding authorities to face the mistaken decision to threaten the comrades.

We invite all interested people anywhere in Mexico and the world to stand in solidarity with our comrade Adrian, following closely our social networks where information will be published concerning actions, campaigns and calls to support his life, latent to be outraged at any time.

AGAINTS THE THREATS OF THE CAPITAL STATE … INTERNATIONAL SOLIDARITY!

Revolución Internacional / World Revolution (FB Link!)

Ruptura Colectiva (RC)

[1] “Gobierno de Hidalgo amenaza a 3 activistas por ser ‘agitadores que ponen en riesgo a la sociedad’”, Ruptura Colectiva (RC), April 7th, 2017. Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Xf10-f0yjk&t=407s

[2] “¡Sus megaproyectos nos están matando!”; marchan en defensa del territorio y la vida en Hidalgo”, Ruptura Colectiva (RC), December 8th 2016. (http://rupturacolectiva.com/sus-megaproyectos-nos-estan-matando-marchan-en-defensa-del-territorio-y-la-vida-en-hidalgo/) or watch the video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ8YQN0Q7VE)

[3] “La insurrección de Ixmiquilpan”, Ruptura Colectiva (RC), January 25th 2017 (http://rupturacolectiva.com/la-insurreccion-de-ixmiquilpan/)

[4] “Surge el Movimiento Hidalguense Contra el Gasolinazo y la Carestía”, Ruptura Colectiva (RC), February 2nd 2017. (http://rupturacolectiva.com/surge-el-movimiento-hidalguense-contra-el-gasolinazo-y-la-carestia-hace-un-llamado-a-seguir-luchando/)

[5] “Pobladores de Ixmiquilpan denuncian a grupo de traidores que pactó con el gobierno; “se olvidaron de nuestros muertos y del gasolinazo”, Ruptura Colectiva (RC), February 4th 2017. (http://rupturacolectiva.com/pobladores-de-ixmiquilpan-denuncian-a-grupo-de-traidores-que-pacto-con-el-gobierno-se-olvidaron-de-nuestros-muertos-y-del-gasolinazo/)

Originally published by Ruptura Colectiva (RC)

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics  is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever  comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

 But, do you know  that Sai Baba was not originally from Shirdi. And Baba himself never disclosed to anyone about his past, where he was born nor  chennai to shirdi flight packages  where he grew up. Therefore, his real name, time/place of birth, his religion/caste, his parentage etc are still unknown, and whatever details known about his life before the age of 16, are Obscure, leading to speculations & theories attempting to explain Sai Baba’s origins.

 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted     him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house  of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After  chennai to shirdi flight packages taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding  the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house     and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after  chennai to shirdi flight packages  one year    again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat  Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

 But, do you know that Sai Baba was not originally from Shirdi. And Baba himself never disclosed to anyone about his past, where he was born nor where he grew up. Therefore, his real name, time/place of birth, his religion/caste, his parentage etc are still unknown, and whatever details known about his life before the age of 16, are Obscure, leading to speculations & theories attempting to explain Sai Baba’s origins.

 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba  to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after one year again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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Rarities come from colorful banks

By Mark Hotz

For this month, I chose two unrelated towns based on interesting notes in my collection of National Currency. Accordingly, we will be visiting two of these towns, one in Ohio and one in West Virginia.

Our first visit will be to Belmont, Ohio, a village located in Belmont County, Ohio, approximately 20 miles west southwest of Wheeling, W.Va. It is a rather small place with a population of just over 500 persons, easily reached off Interstate 70, which crosses Ohio from east to west.

This Series of 1882 $10 Brown Back was issued by the short-lived First National Bank of Belmont, Ohio, and is the only note currently reported. (Photo courtesy Heritage Auctions)

This Series of 1902 $20 Date Back issued by the Belmont National Bank hails from the author’s collection.

This small village was originally known as Wrightstown prior to the Civil War. Hoping to become the seat of Belmont County, Wrightstown changed its name to Belmont but was disappointed when the county seat was moved to St. Clairsville. Belmont struggled along until the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad bisected the town, making Belmont a stop on the Ohio route.

Belmont was home to two note issuing National Banks. The First National Bank of Belmont, charter No. 4864, was organized in 1893 but was unable to make much of a go of it and was closed by the receiver in 1902. It issued 2,500 sheets of Brown Back notes; just a single note is known. The banking slack in town was picked up almost immediately by the Belmont National Bank, which opened later in 1902 and received charter No. 6391. This was never a large bank, either, with a total issue over almost 30 years of just $400,000. The bank was liquidated early in 1931; just 7 large and 4 small notes are known, with few available in the marketplace. I have included a photo of the large note from this bank from my own collection.

Belmont today is a tiny hamlet just enough off the beaten path to be forgotten if one was not seeking it out. From Interstate 70 at State Route 149, one heads south a few miles to Belmont. Route 149 meanders through town as Main Street and connects with State Route 147, which is Jefferson Street, where one will find the small Belmont historic district.

At left is a photo of the Belmont National Bank circa 1910, which you can compare to the modern photo of this building as it appears today (center). At right, a close-up shot shows the pediment of the Belmont National Bank with its name still remaining.

Though just a handful of weathered historic structures are left in the town, at the corner of Main and Jefferson the old Belmont National Bank still struts its stuff. Somewhat dilapidated, but sound enough to house a bric-a-brac shop, the old building is really a sight to see. Erected in an eclectic turn-of-the-century style, the red brick building sports a conical roof and white granite accoutrements. The pediment still bears the name BELMONT NATIONAL BANK on the façade. I had an old photo of this building, circa 1910, which shows the bank in its heyday. Today, the building is immediately recognizable, though it appears that a dormer on the side of the roof has long since disappeared. I have included a modern photo of the building; you can compare and see how the old edifice has survived nearly 100 years. I must admit that I find this old bank quite charming – it is quite different from most that I have seen.

Next, we will continue almost due southeast to visit Marlinton, W.Va., the seat of rural Pocahontas County. The county was organized in 1821 when still part of Virginia; the western part of that state broke away in 1863 to form the state of West Virginia. The county was named in honor of Pocahontas (1595-1617), the Indian princess who was the daughter of Chief Powhatan, the King of the Confederated tribes of Atlantic Virginia.

This Series of 1902 $20 National Bank Note from the author’s collection hails from the First National Bank of Marlinton, W.Va. At the time of purchase, very few notes were known; since then, a few others have turned up.

Pocahontas is famous for having saved the life of Captain John Smith, founder and governor of Jamestown, the first permanent English settlement in America. According to the story, the English settlers had run out of food and went to the Indians seeking corn but were refused any help. Recognizing that the colony would starve without more food, Captain John Smith attacked the local Indian settlement and secured the provisions necessary to keep the colony going. He was later captured by the Indians and condemned to death. He was dragged to a large stone where his head was to be crushed. Pocahontas, then about 12 years old, begged her father to spare Smith’s life. When it appeared that the sentence was about to be carried out anyway, she covered Smith’s head with her own body to shield him. Smith was then released and a few days later reached an agreement with Powhatan to allow the settlers to hunt in the area in exchange for two cannon and a grindstone. Pocahontas then spent much of her time with the settlers, learned their language and, when she was 17, married John Rolfe, one of the settlers. In 1616, she accompanied her husband to London, where she was received with royal honors for her role in saving Smith and the colony. The following year, she was preparing to return to the colony with her husband but became ill and died, at the age of 22, from smallpox.

At that time, the county was extremely lightly populated, and the seat was at Huntersville. It was not until 1891 that the county seat was moved to Marlinton, then a tiny community of just 100 residents. Colonel John McGraw, of Grafton, through the Pocahontas Development Company, had offered $5,000 for the construction of a new courthouse if the county seat was moved to Marlinton. McGraw had purchased much of the land in the area and was able to convince the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad to extend a line to the town. Once the railroad line was completed in 1901, the town began to grow. Marlinton itself was named for Jacob Marlin, who along with Stephen Sewell became the first non-native settlers west of the Allegheny Mountains in the Greenbrier Valley in 1749.

As Marlinton grew as a rail town, the need for a national bank became more acute. Thus, the First National Bank of Marlinton acquired charter #6538 and opened for business at the end of 1902. This was the only national bank in all of Pocahontas County and remained so throughout the national currency era. This was not all that surprising, given the sparse population of the region. Even today, the entire county has fewer than 8,000 residents.

The First National Bank of Marlinton issued a potpourri of Series 1902 and 1929 notes until it was liquidated at the end of 1933. Despite operating for over 30 years, the entire issue was just over $500,000. Notes from this bank are quite rare; just 3 large size notes are reported from the tiny $1,250 in large currency outstanding in 1935. An additional 5 small notes are reported. I was fortunate (?) enough to pay a little too much for a nice large size note from this bank back in 2007, and I have included a photo of it. Please note the signature of the cashier, J.A. Sydenstricker, who was a relative of the famous author Pearl S. Buck (she was born Pearl Comfort Sydenstricker in Pocahontas County in 1857).

At left, the Pocahontas County Courthouse dominates the skyline of tiny Marlinton, West Virginia, the county seat. At center is a vintage photo postcard view showing the First National Bank of Marlinton, W.Va., while the building today appears at right.

Marlinton today remains a rural outpost well off the beaten path. It lies about 45 miles north of Lewisburg, West Virginia, on US Route 219. The area is well known for skiing and other outdoor activities, but the population remains small, with under 1,300 residents. The Pocahontas County Courthouse was erected in 1891 and dominates the town. I had an old 1925 postcard view of the First National Bank and thus found it easy to locate the structure, still resplendent and little changed, save for a few cosmetic adjustments.

I hope you are enjoying your National Bank Notes as much as I am enjoying writing these articles for you. There are always new and interesting facts to learn – I did not know that my large size Marlinton banknote was signed by a relative of Pearl Buck until I prepared this article! Readers may address questions or comments about this article or National Bank Notes in general to Mark Hotz directly by email at markbhotz@aol.com.

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August 11, 2018: Vimy

We awoke this morning excited for our adventure as today was the day we were headed out of Paris to visit the Vimy War Memorial. We had booked train tickets from the Gare Nord to Arras a town approximately 20 minutes from the site. Our train was set to depart at 8:50 am and being that train travel in general and European train travel in particular was not something with which we had a lot of experience we planned to arrive at the station at 8:00 to allow time for misdirections and unforeseen consequences.

Breakfast at the hotel was decided upon and turned out to be quite a fulsome and yummy buffet that allowed for the packing of snacks which we had been advised we would need as there is not a food service at the monument itself. We then headed out via the Metro towards Gare Nord to catch our high speed train to Arras.

Our adventure started with the simple task of securing subway tickets. We descended into the St Michel station entrance to find that there was no token machine located at the entrance. We did get to witness some high drama as a couple laden with suitcases and back packs raced for a train with the female leaping the turnstile to get there in time. We decided upon a less physical more legal action of going across the street to the other entrance where we found a machine and secured six return tickets. Once on the metro we had only a few stops before we reached the train station. Dad enjoyed the experience and we made sure that both he and Mom had ample time to plan their exit at the correct stop so as to not leave anyone on the train.

We had assigned seats on the train and once it arrived and we got settled we were quickly on our way. Dad handed out Canadian flag pins to everyone to put on our shirts so that we could show our pride. The high speed trip to Arras was scheduled to take approx 50 Minutes. At one point we were traveling at speeds in excess of 300 km/h!

Our arrival at Arras was smooth and we came outside to find the taxi stand just as we found described by many in Trip Advisor. One minor hiccup however....one empty taxi and none in sight. I phoned the number provided on Trip Advisor by several different people to find that Bruno had the day off but he assured me one of his colleagues would be right round. We called each number on the taxi sign to be answered by machines. Finally, Syl went inside to ask at the coffee stand and discovered the missing taxi driver inside. The size of his Mercedes car meant that we would have to go in two shifts. Syl and I took the first and shared with a young couple from Winnipeg (who ended up being on the return train with us in the seated in front of us what a coincidence). They had spent the last several months touring Europe and were in their last couple of weeks before heading home.

We arrived at the Canadian Visitors Centre and went inside to wait for our companions. We were greeted by Sally, a student from Aurora who was spending her summer working at the Parks Canada 🇨🇦 site.

The rest of our crew arrived approximately 40 Minutes after us. We took some time to look around the Centre and then headed out to see the trenches. Julie and Andrew also took a tour of the tunnels. The rest of us did a self guided tour which included seeing the trenches, craters, sheep, and of course the monument.

The site is beautifully curated with a portion that is home to a permanent collection and another section which has a display on loan from the Canadian War Museum that includes stories of many Canadian men, women and children who were impacted by the First World War. The stories were extremely moving and beautifully presented.

Outside the ground appears to be much like what you think of a hobbit village with grass covered mounds of earth everywhere. Then you see the trenches and the signs at the extremities noting the possibility of unexplored ammunition and you are reminded of what happened here over 100 years ago.

The preserved trenches snake like a maze. The sandbags replaced by concrete replicas and the mud and wooden ladders replaced by gravel and concrete forms. They are not as deep as I imagined them to be and when Syl’s 6’ stood up inside the top 1/3 of him was exposed. We could imagine the horrible conditions that they faced living their through terrible weather and conditions. Julie and Andrew’s trip into the tunnels revealed that they too had been modified for the safety of visitors. They had made them taller for visitors to be able to move more easily through them. They were able to see the chalk walls and imagine what it must have been like.

We continued our 20 minute walk from the trenches to the Monument taking a leisurely pace and enjoying the surroundings and the enormity of the site which was gifted to Canada by the French government in thanks for their help during WWI. We saw the Vimy Sheep 🐑 who act as groundskeepers in the lands that are known to have active ammunition still in the ground. Syl and Andrew reverted to their adolescent selves when they kept hoping for one to set off an explosion with little care or concern for these wooly patriots.

We approached the monument from the back and after enjoying our snack in its shadow, walked up the long mall towards it. It is powerful in its size and structure never mind its meaning and its representation. To get to the front we climbed the steps over the monument and found ourselves seeing it from an entirely different elevation and scale.

It is hauntingly beautiful. At the grave of the unknown soldier, there were wreaths and private tributes left. All over the monument there were small crosses and poppies which stood in stark contrast to the white stone.

It was a beautiful experience to be there.

Our return trip to Arras was orchestrated with our taxi driver and again we departed in shifts. Syl and I again went first and that gave us the time to scope out the immediate area around the train station for a bank and a good restaurant for lunch. Again we turned to our faithful travel companion, Trip Advisor, for a review and so when we all reconnected it was Yummy’s that was our destination.

Yummy’s is a burger joint with pizazz. Since Andrew and I had chosen burgers the day before so we opted for salad along with Sylvin, and the others chose the burgers which they deemed delicious. The salads were very good as well! Dessert was ice cream of varying combinations which was a nice way to top off our meal.

Back on the train and set to return to Paris at 3:17 pm we settled in and enjoyed the fast forward return to the City.

At the Gare Nord Julie and Andrew decided they would walk back to the hotel as they wished to do some shopping. The rest of us continued on with our plan of taking the Metro back to St Michel. What none of us took in to account was the different vibe that Paris exudes on Saturday late afternoon. The number of people out and about was staggering, the armed militia were traveling in groups of 4 or 5 as were the police. The station was full of people moving about but also gathering in groups. The subway cars were all full and standing room only Julie and Andrew had a similar experience in their walk which Julie described as a run as they found themselves in a neighbourhood where prostitutes were soliciting and groups of unsavory looking people were loitering along the streets.

Finally, back at the hotel safely we all had a bit of a rest before we got ready for our Seine Dinner Cruise on Le Calife.

The walk to dinner was lovely and calm as we had found the location of the boat previously at Pont des Arts. People were dressed so lovely for this experience that I was wishing I had brought something a little nicer than what I was wearing.

The maître d’/host made everyone feel special when he greeted us and escorted us to our table. We were seated on the top level by the window overlooking the Louvre and given champagne to begin our evening. Julie presented mom and I with Eiffel Tower charms which was very sweet of her. We made a toast to our great adventure and settled in to an amazing meal. There were two different prix fixe menu options and Julie teased mom that we got the peasants menu while she and dad ate like royalty but since mom treated all of us we all felt very special. It was all delicious and was timed perfectly. The cruise went towards Notre Dame and beyond both of the islands to a park where people were gathered and dancing to music being played over loud speakers: the swing, tango and waltz were identified at each of the gatherings. We then turned around and traveled under Pont Marie (no escape desired this time) and around the other side of the islands. When we arrived to the Eiffel Tower we emerged from under the bridge just as the twinkling lights came on. It was magical! Back to port at 11pm, we all walked back to the hotel together.

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Village News (June 29, 2017)

By Barry Dyck

 Canada 150

  On Saturday, July 1, Mennonite Heritage Village (MHV) will host our annual Canada Day festival in collaboration with the City of Steinbach. The unique part of this year’s national celebration is the special emphasis on Canada’s 150th anniversary of confederation. At MHV, we will be highlighting three unique projects related to that theme.

  Our guests will have the opportunity to view the Waldheim House roof-thatching project and talk with Colin McGhee, the master thatcher. They will also be the first guests to see our Canada 150 exhibit, Storied Places, in the Gerhard Ens Gallery. It is also timely that Steinbach’s Canada 150 mural, painted by many community individuals several months ago, will be on view during our festivities.

  Our Waldheim House roof-thatching project has been very special for us, partly because it required so much time and work to bring to reality. The dream for this project actually began about ten years ago. More recently, in 2015, our Member of Parliament, Ted Falk, announced that MHV would receive a $100,000 grant under the Canada 150 Community Infrastructure Program, through Western Economic Diversification Canada, for the renovation of the Waldheim House. Additional funds toward this project were provided by the Steinbach Credit Union, the Thomas Sill Foundation and the Rural Municipality of Hanover. Finding craftspeople with the skills to refurbish an old log structure and install a thatched roof took considerable time and effort. Refurbishing work on the structure finally began in the fall of 2016, and the entire project will be completed this summer.

  This project is also significant because such an undertaking is so rare in our part of the world. We hope many guests will visit us on July 1 and take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness the installation of a thatched roof.

  Canada is a special place for all of us. Some of us view it as a long-standing home. Others may view it as a place of refuge, having recently come from other countries. Our MHV theme for 2017, Storied Places, invites everyone to think about a place that has been significant in their lives - be it a farmyard, lake, school, or almost any other place - and consider what specific impact that place has had on their lives. On July 1, our new Storied Places exhibit will be opening in our Gerhard Ens Gallery. Visitors to the gallery will be invited to submit their own stories about places that are especially meaningful to them.

  Earlier this year, in preparation for the Canada 150 celebrations, 150 communities across Canada – including the City of Steinbach - were invited to produce a mural relevant to their community. When Steinbach’s citizens were asked to select a symbol for our city to be incorporated into the mural, the majority of those responding requested that the symbol be our MHV windmill. People of all ages volunteered to paint their own unique tile, later combined artistically with all the other tiles to create one large mosaic. This beautiful mural will eventually arrive at its permanent home on the Jake Epp Library building, but it is currently residing at MHV and will be available for our guests to view on Canada Day.

  Our Canada 150 festivities will include a flag-raising ceremony, with speeches by our political leaders and birthday cake. The day will also feature interpreters in many of our museum buildings, horse-drawn wagon rides, barrel-train rides, entertainment in our new pavilion and lots of good food. At 6:00, activities will wrap up at MHV and resume at the soccer park at 8:00. The evening activities will include music, cupcakes and fireworks.

  There will be no admission charges at the museum or the soccer park. What a great opportunity for our community to get out and celebrate the 150th anniversary of our country’s confederation.

Calendar of Events

July 1: Storied Places exhibit opens in the Gerhard Ens Gallery

July 1: 9:00 AM – 6:00 PM - Steinbach’s Canada Day Celebrations

July 10-14: Pioneer Day Camp for children ages 5-7

August 4-7: Pioneer Days - 9:00 AM – 6:00 PM daily

August 14-18: Pioneer Day Camps for children ages 8-10

August 16: Heritage Classic Golf Tournament at Quarry Oaks

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics  is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever  shirdi flight packages from bangalore    comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

 But, do you know  that Sai Baba was not originally from Shirdi. And Baba himself never disclosed to anyone about his past, where he was born nor where he grew up. Therefore, his real name, time/place of birth, his religion/caste, his parentage etc are still unknown, and whatever details known about his life before the age of 16, are Obscure, leading to speculations & theories attempting to explain Sai Baba’s origins.

 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted     him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as shirdi flight packages from bangalore   in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house  shirdi flight packages from bangalore   of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding  the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house     and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after one year    again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat  Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

 But, do you know  shirdi flight packages from chennai  that Sai Baba was not originally from Shirdi. And Baba himself never disclosed to anyone about his past, where he was born nor where he grew up. Therefore, his real name, time/place of birth, his religion/caste, his parentage etc are still unknown, and whatever details known about his life before the age of 16, are Obscure, leading to speculations & theories attempting to explain Sai Baba’s origins.

 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted  shirdi flight packages from chennai   him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba  to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding  the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house  shirdi flight packages from chennai   and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after one year    again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat  Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

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 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba  to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding  chennai to shirdi flight package  the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after one year again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat  chennai to shirdi flight package  Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

 But, do you know that Sai Baba was not originally from Shirdi. And Baba himself never disclosed to anyone about his past, where he was born nor where he grew up. Therefore, his real name, time/place of birth, his religion/caste, his parentage etc are still unknown, and whatever details known about his life before the age of 16, are Obscure, leading to speculations & theories attempting to explain Sai Baba’s origins.

 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba  to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after one year again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

 But, do you know that Sai Baba was not originally from Shirdi. And Baba himself never disclosed to anyone about his past, where he was born nor where he grew up. Therefore, his real name, time/place of birth, his religion/caste, his parentage etc are still unknown, and whatever details known about his life before the age of 16, are Obscure, leading to speculations & theories attempting to explain Sai Baba’s origins.

 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba  to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after one year again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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Sai Baba

 Sai Baba of Shirdi (Unknown – October 15, 1918), was an Indian Guru, Yogi and Fakir who is regarded by his Hindu and Muslim followers as a Saint.

 The name “Sai Baba” is a combination of Persian and Indian origin, is the Persian term for “Holy One” or “Saint”, usually attributed to Islamic ascetics is a word meaning “Father” used in Indian languages.

The appellative thus refers to Sai Baba as being a “Holy Father” or “Saintly Father”.

 It is said that who-so-ever comes for Baba’s Darshan at Shirdi never goes back empty handed because Baba comes to the rescue of each and every devotee in some or the other form.

 But, do you know that Sai Baba was not originally from Shirdi. And Baba himself never disclosed to anyone about his past, where he was born nor where he grew up. Therefore, his real name, time/place of birth, his religion/caste, his parentage etc are still unknown, and whatever details known about his life before the age of 16, are Obscure, leading to speculations & theories attempting to explain Sai Baba’s origins.

 Early years

 Although Sai Baba’s origins are unknown, some indications exist that suggest that he was born not far from Shirdi. Baba was notorious for giving vague, misleading and contradictory replies to questions concerning his parentage and origins, brusquely stating the information was unimportant.

 He had once reportedly stated to Mhalsapati, that he has been born of Brahmin parents in the village of Pathri. In any case, the only agreement amongst historians and his devotees is that there is no conclusive evidence of his Birth Date & Place.

 No Authentic information is available about the birth and the early life of Shri Sai Baba. However it is believed that, Baba was born on 28th September`1838, in the State of the Nizam`Aurangabad, presently in Maharashtra. Soon after he was born, his Brahmin parents, who had developed a feeling of total detachment and renunciation, abandoned the Baba in the forest under a banyan tree and left to do penance.

 In the same village there lived Roshan Shah Miyah, a Sufi fakir who was also childless, and on finding the abandoned Baba crying, he adopted him and brought him up in his home. The Baba stayed in the fakir’s home for four years (1838 to 1842). When the Baba was 4 yrs old, Roshan the Sufi fakir passed away and wife,

who had great affection for the child, was grief-stricken. To add to her worries, the Baba was behaving in a troublesome manner, as in Hindu temples, he would sing songs in praise of Allah: “I am God” (Mein Allah hoon), “Allah is the Supreme Lord” (Allah Malik hai)

and in a Mosque he would declare: “Rama is God”, “Shiva is Allah”.

 Members belonging to both the communities made complains about the Baba behaviour. Unable to deal with this situation, the fakir’s wife handed over the Baba to a pious scholar named Venkusa, who was living near her house. Thus the Baba at the age of 5yrs, came under the care of Venkusa, who took the boy along with him to other villages.

 In the year 1842, during summer, they both came to Shirdi village and they stayed there for 7 days. They took their food in the house of Baijabai and slept in the small temples of the village. This means Baba came to Shirdi first in the year 1842.  Same way the Baba had met Nanavali for the first time in 1849. Nanavali used to address Baba as Uncle.

 The Baba stayed in the care and guidance of Venkusa for 12 whole years and when the time came for Venkusa to take Samadhi he asked the Baba  to leave. The Baba then about 16 years old, walked for three days along the banks of River Godavari, till he reached a place called Kopargaon, in the year 1854, Margashira month on the third day after full moon. After taking rest for a day, he again proceeded and reached the village of Shirdi by evening. Not willing to approach anyone for shelter, he began to live under the shade of a big neem tree. It is said that the Baba stayed in Shirdi for 3 years and then disappeared for a year only to return again to Shirdi permanently around 1858, which posits a possible birth year of 1838. There is no agreement among biographers about the dates of these event though.

 After the Baba had left Shirdi, it is unknown where he stayed at that time or what happened to him. However, there are some indications that he met with many saints and fakirs, and worked as a weaver,

he claimed to have fought with the army of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi during the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

 Some believe that the Baba left Shirdi and proceeded eastwards along the bank of River Godavari. When he reached Trimbakeshwar, finding the high mountains suitable for his meditation, he did penance for a year. Afterwards, he returned by the same route along the banks of River Godavari via Kopargaon and reached the place where he and his Guru Venkusa had parted, on exactly on the same day of the same month.

 In the year 1858, again on a full-moon day in the month of Margashira, Venkusa gave darshan to Baba and told him to go back to Shirdi. He further told him that he would also be there in the form of a jyothi (burning light) near the neem tree in an underground structure.

 Thus the Baba proceeded till he reached a village called Dhoop Gaon near Aurangabad and took rest near a big boulder, under a Mango tree, where he was first spotted sitting by a Mohammedan gentleman Chand Patil, who was the head of Dhoop Gaon.

 Chand Patil requested the Fakir Baba to come and stay with him at his home. The Fakir Baba went to Chand Patil’s house and stayed there for some time. Patils wife’s brother’s son was to be married and the bride was from Shirdi. So Patil made preparations to go to Shirdi for the marriage and the Fakir Baba also accompanied the marriage procession. Thus, after one year again the fakir Baba returned to Shirdi with Chand Patils Nephews Wedding procession. When the marriage – party came to Shirdi, it alighted at the foot of a Banyan tree in Bhagat Mhalsapati’s field near Khandoba Temple. The Carts were loosened in the open courtyard of Khandoba’s temple and the members of the party descended one by one. Bhagat Mhalsapati on seeing the young Fakir getting down, spontaneously accosted Him “YA SAI” (Welcome Sai). Hence this fakir Baba came to be known as “Sai”

 After the wedding got over, all returned to Dhoop Gaon but Baba stayed back at Shirdi. For 4-5 years Baba lived under a Neem tree and often wandered alone for long periods in the jungles around Shirdi.

Later, Baba shifted over to an Old mosque which he affectionately called “Dwarkamai”, where he stayed for approximately 60 years and removed the sufferings of people.

 Baba always used to laugh and avoid answering to questions asked by the villagers, as to Who he was, from where had he come, who his Parents were and where his family is. As a result, people stopped asking him such questions and till date no one knows anything about Baba’s Background. Baba also never told anything about himself to Baijabai, to whom he was very much attached. When asked about his relatives and other details he gave only one answer: “From very Long”.

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