We begin learning from young, trying to reach out, hold things, sit, crawl, stand, balance, take a step, run, utter a syllable, talk, etc. Once we accomplish that we begin to take in the spectacle of the world around us and that what it has to offer. The light, the sounds, the various sensations, all appeasing the senses. We pick up the basics in life, correct living (and the wrong too), morals, virtues, etc from the parents and observing and interacting with others too. Then we look towards our teachers to fill us in on academic subjects. Soon taking on a career and a relationship, we learn the hard way many of life's lessons. We take on responsibilities towards our work, family, and society. Finally burnt out and exhausted we turn our attention to what a handful have chosen to live for the rest of their lives - either spiritual escapism or a much-deserved retreat. Some join the ranks of those who journeyed to know the divine early in life.
Very few we are told come for the sake of knowing God. Many tend to deviate having being distracted by the conduct and actions of the gurus, or the flaws in the administration of such places, losing sight of their very purpose in coming there. Some losing their patience, or seeing that their troubles are not addressed either by the guru or the divine, begin to move or shift to greener pastures, seeking solace and solution elsewhere. Those who stay behind are those who believe that faith and patience can bring the guru or divine to help them tear down the veils of Maya or illusion and appease their genuine hunger or thirst to know the self, that they are one with the guru and the divine.
But I was spared all the trouble. Going through the memories and experiences on this unique journey that Agathiyar asks to come on, that is carried in the numerous postings of this blog, I have to admit that I agree with what Agathiyar, Supramania Swami and Tavayogi told me that they had easily come to settle in our home and our hearts, compared with what others had to go through. I have to admit that I do not deserve the love, compassion, and care of the divine, Agathiyar, and my physical gurus. I do not deserve to have rubbed shoulders with them or be placed where I am today.
I had never traveled wide and far, visiting the holy sites or samadhis that are energy centers. Those few that I visited were to rid my karmas, again done for the selfish self and motives.
I had never knocked on doors but walked by staying only a while before Agathiyar asks that I drop anchor on the banks of Kallar river. He pointed me to Tavayogi.
I had never traveled wide and far, visiting the holy sites or samadhis that are energy centers. Those few that I visited were to rid my karmas, again done for the selfish self and motives.
I had never knocked on doors but walked by staying only a while before Agathiyar asks that I drop anchor on the banks of Kallar river. He pointed me to Tavayogi.
I had never put in much effort in the many practices, ventures or tasks given, either through my gurus or the Nadi. What was given to me were pretty simple tasks that neither hurt me nor put me in danger. I followed and did them, at least for a while. But Agathiyar came on to appreciate that that was sufficient. Most of the time he would ask that we start on it and comes along later to bring us to end it.
I had never extended sufficient help and aid and charity to my gurus in physical form to help sustain them and their establishment nor the poor and suffering community, to eradicate poverty. Whatever little I did was not sufficient to address the gigantic magnitude of poverty that our fellow humans go through daily around the world. Our help is localized and very negligible in the eyes of the divine and compared to statistics on poverty worldwide. We could not possibly achieve much by feeding the hungry occasionally, as and when driven to do it. Yet Agathiyar came out in support and admiration of our tiny service.
Rather than claim that I had seeked out the divine, had a burning desire or yearning to know the divine and its lila or play, and having placing much-concerted efforts towards achieving it, I should say that the divine came seeking to save this soul from plunging further into the fire pit of destruction or sinking further into the quicksand or drowning deeper into the turbid waters, all creation and a result of one's want and desires.
Yet the divine and Agathiyar chose to be with me. He came as my parents, my teachers, the books and other literature, the Nadi, Nature, the Guru, the upagurus, the word, the light, and many other forms. How does one thank him then? All the garlands and jewelry would not suffice for it too is created and given by him. Even the very breath that keeps us alive is his. We are lost for words and ideas in thanking him. We can only surrender all that is lawfully his. Hence by doing so the identity and ego that we have held on to all these years of upbringing and living die with it. We become empty. We ourselves become a beggar, a word that Yogi Ramsuratkumar uses to address himself to others. We then come to the end of the journey. Mission accomplished and there is nothing further to do or to be given or gained. He becomes us. We become him. We come to a state of being - being him.