Norah Jones’s Life Is His Message:

 

Sai Baba Damage Control Movie Set to Backfire

 

 

Author: Barry Pittard

 

Email: lightning@flexinet.com.au

 

Sent: Sunday, September 5, 2004

 

Reference: http://www.saibabafilm.com/index.asp?action=page&name=8

 

 

Sai devotee film financiers, Rowdy Productions, are calling for up to US ten million dollars to make a movie, “My Guy.” (This is the heroine’s name for Sathya Sai Baba).

 

Their website states “as the interest grows we will be in a much more commanding position to negotiate with the best and most sought after actors in Hollywood.”

 

However, the “best and most sought after” movie stars tend come at a much higher price! Thus we may expect to see either top stars acting gratis or contracting for a share in any profits the movie may make.

 

Rowdy says “We have an interest from Norah Jones’ agent for the lead role and will be pursuing this option.”

 

This is the westerner daughter of big Sai devotee Ravi Shankar, the Indian sitar maestro. A usually reliable source reports that, in disobedience to his guru's teaching, he divorced Norah Jones’s mother, and also that he heart-breakingly and belatedly allowed Norah - somewhat - into his life.

 

Actually, Norah Jones is noted as a singer, not an actor, but the Rowdy people say they “feel that the soothing voice of Norah Jones will heal the audience and carry Sai Baba’s message worldwide.”

 

He who would be Lord of Lords now relies on Tinsel Town to trumpet his claims, having failed so extensively that he needs a mere slip of a Hollywood lass to help buttress up his venture.

 

The closest he has got to world fame, the BBC documentary ‘The Secret Swami,’ spreads his infamy instead. (See transcript:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/programmes/this

_world/transcripts/secret_swami17_06_04.txt).

 

Sathya Sai Baba’s motto:  "My life is my message" takes on a meaning far from his intention.  Under conditions of great damage control, alas poor Norah Jones's life is his message. 

 

However, the more our Exposť succeeds the more the Sai forces react and, as we increasingly see, make ludicrous blunders costly to themselves, even when they think they are proacting. In this instance, the more they promote the movie the more their cause will draw unwelcome attention from a world media that:

 

       is ever more aware of the worldwide allegations against the Sathya Sai Baba cult

       will see through the blatant Sai propagandistic attempt to show that ‘all roads lead’ not to Rome but to Puttaparthi  

       relishes dramatic tension as the essence of a good story, and is thus primed to report the clash of causes between an authoritarian mega cult and former devotees who stand for truth, transparency and accountability,

       will eagerly report on the expanding global coalition of all major religions, humanists, rationalists etc., that will expose this would-be usurper of both divinity and human reason.

 

Let the Sai movie moguls golf-cart their “guy” onscreen or show the 'omnipotent Avatar' staggering on his botched hip-joint replacement! Let us not expect that these Sai film makers will shoot him with the honesty of the BBC cameras in ‘The Secret Swami’ documentary. Here he blathers incomprehensibly, e.g., about collapsing on mahasivrati night after miraculously manifesting three tonnes (or it might be tons! – a significant difference) of gold from himself: “Out of the stomach emanated Shiva Lingas of the weight of three tonnes/tons. That’s the reason why some strain on the face and the body.”

 

Let Rowdy Productions show scenes like that, or show him losing his temper, cursing us, and pounding his rostrum in the Christmas Day 2000 discourse!

 

The false god’s extremity is Man’s opportunity.  That is, the opportunity to expose the false, and to speak and feel truly, without the assistance of golden thrones, golf-carts or crutches. Or even Norah Jones’s opportunity – to listen to the cries of anguish from Sathya Sai Baba’s victims in many parts of the world. Instead of taking on another father figure bound, for a second time, to deliver her far too little, far too late…