Total Publications through 2006
112 books, 84 of which have been published and 28 unpublished.
I’ve been showered with questions by my fellow beings who want to know where I have found the energy and time to write 112 published books, one of which (“108 X 108") consists of 108 books and is the most voluminous book in the literature of the world, as well as thirty unpublished manuscripts.
With so much travelling and with a family of four to whom for a better part of my life I’ve been constantly at their service, where has the energy and time for such an great volume of works come from? There is an answer to this question of which I became aware only a few years ago. The answer has to do with one of the essential events in my life. Here is the explanation:
“In 1980 I arrived for the first time at Prashanti Nilayam, the earthly abode of the Avatar Sathya Sai Baba. (I wrote what happened during my 11 day stay in the book “Bhagavatar.”) On the day we were leaving, a friend of mine, Azra Begić, and I found ourselves in a position close to the Avatar. Each of us wrote a note in which we expressed a wish we hoped He would grant us. I hastily wrote mine, and forgot what it was. Azra wrote hers and peeped into mine. She didn’t forget. Many years later, she told me what my wish was: “Give me the Word.” Starting from that moment in November 1980, the course of my life accelerated immensely in both the outer and inner dimensions.”
“When I compare the 26 years before 1980 with the with 26 years afterward, or the 312 months before 1980 with the 312 months after, I can see an incredible difference. From 1954 to 1980, I published 10 books. (Among these ten, there were a couple of small books of poetry and two selections of poems coming from the these two). When these 10 are spread over the period of 312 months, it turns out that I published one (not big) book every 31 months. In the next quarter of a century from 1980 until 2006, I published 74 books and wrote an additional 28, 102 in all. And compared with the books from the first 26 years, many of the ones published since 1980 ones were unusually voluminous. For example, “The Hill above Clouds” has 500 quite large pages and the books ‘Pentateuch of Human Virtues’ have 4000 pages.”
The biggest of these unusually big books is the already mentioned collection “108 x 108." It has 11,664 poems on slightly less than 3000 large pages. There was actually a book coming out every three months and six days, which means four books per year or a book every hundred days or less. If one book in three months is compared with the rate of the previous period of one book every 31 months, we arrive at an incredible difference–10 to 102! In other words, my writing production increased 10 times. And this is not taking into account the number of pages in the books since if I did, the calculation would be multiplied not by ten but by a hundred. In other words, in the first 26 years, only 9% of the total were written while the remaining 91% (102 books) were written in the second 26 years.
(Do I write at night? Can I hardly catch my breath because of all this writing? No, quite to the contrary. Writing is relaxation, stimulation, play, joy. For example, on the train from Belgrade to Zagreb and back, I can write a collection of poems and at darshan I write a great deal. In 20 days I can create quite a big book of fiction. The play “Ramayana” was written in 3 days. All this is done without looking back, effortlessly, as an ordinary everyday occurrence).
Conclusion: these 84 (so far) published books and some 28 still in manuscript testify to and prove the divine source of their inspiration. And the 10 works from the first 26 years also show and confirm the same thing. They are looking at each other over a fateful dividing line, drawn by my desire for the Word written in the little forgotten note, the desire expressed and directed to the Word itself.
I’ve been showered with questions by my fellow beings who want to know where I have found the energy and time to write 112 published books, one of which (“108 X 108") consists of 108 books and is the most voluminous book in the literature of the world, as well as thirty unpublished manuscripts.
With so much travelling and with a family of four to whom for a better part of my life I’ve been constantly at their service, where has the energy and time for such an great volume of works come from? There is an answer to this question of which I became aware only a few years ago. The answer has to do with one of the essential events in my life. Here is the explanation:
“In 1980 I arrived for the first time at Prashanti Nilayam, the earthly abode of the Avatar Sathya Sai Baba. (I wrote what happened during my 11 day stay in the book “Bhagavatar.”) On the day we were leaving, a friend of mine, Azra Begić, and I found ourselves in a position close to the Avatar. Each of us wrote a note in which we expressed a wish we hoped He would grant us. I hastily wrote mine, and forgot what it was. Azra wrote hers and peeped into mine. She didn’t forget. Many years later, she told me what my wish was: “Give me the Word.” Starting from that moment in November 1980, the course of my life accelerated immensely in both the outer and inner dimensions.”
“When I compare the 26 years before 1980 with the with 26 years afterward, or the 312 months before 1980 with the 312 months after, I can see an incredible difference. From 1954 to 1980, I published 10 books. (Among these ten, there were a couple of small books of poetry and two selections of poems coming from the these two). When these 10 are spread over the period of 312 months, it turns out that I published one (not big) book every 31 months. In the next quarter of a century from 1980 until 2006, I published 74 books and wrote an additional 28, 102 in all. And compared with the books from the first 26 years, many of the ones published since 1980 ones were unusually voluminous. For example, “The Hill above Clouds” has 500 quite large pages and the books ‘Pentateuch of Human Virtues’ have 4000 pages.”
The biggest of these unusually big books is the already mentioned collection “108 x 108." It has 11,664 poems on slightly less than 3000 large pages. There was actually a book coming out every three months and six days, which means four books per year or a book every hundred days or less. If one book in three months is compared with the rate of the previous period of one book every 31 months, we arrive at an incredible difference–10 to 102! In other words, my writing production increased 10 times. And this is not taking into account the number of pages in the books since if I did, the calculation would be multiplied not by ten but by a hundred. In other words, in the first 26 years, only 9% of the total were written while the remaining 91% (102 books) were written in the second 26 years.
(Do I write at night? Can I hardly catch my breath because of all this writing? No, quite to the contrary. Writing is relaxation, stimulation, play, joy. For example, on the train from Belgrade to Zagreb and back, I can write a collection of poems and at darshan I write a great deal. In 20 days I can create quite a big book of fiction. The play “Ramayana” was written in 3 days. All this is done without looking back, effortlessly, as an ordinary everyday occurrence).
Conclusion: these 84 (so far) published books and some 28 still in manuscript testify to and prove the divine source of their inspiration. And the 10 works from the first 26 years also show and confirm the same thing. They are looking at each other over a fateful dividing line, drawn by my desire for the Word written in the little forgotten note, the desire expressed and directed to the Word itself.