It is interesting to realize how things switch in our favor as we travel with the Siddhas. If we took up the calling to come to the worship of the Siddhas from Agathiyar in the Nadi in 2002, Agathiyar then sent Tavayogi to play a big role in expediting my journey in 2005. When I told him that Agathiyar had told me to go to several temples again when I meet him in Malaysia, he invited me over to his ashram and volunteered to take me to all those places stated in the Nadi reading. But it ended up that he did was more than that. He brought me to witness the mysterious world of the Siddhas too. Traveling with him, I saw so many miracles take place that kept me in awe. The highlight of it was when Agathiyar opened his left eye in a granite statue of his in Agasthyampalli after Tavayogi threw his shawl to me to place on the stained floor and sit on. Even before I recovered from this miracle Agathiyar opened both his eyes in yet another statue of his at Papanasam temple. When I arrived back in Malaysia he told me in the Nadi that he would show me more extraordinary things in my homeland. He began his show of light and sound mesmerizing us till this day. In 2013 he opened his eyes in his bronze statue at my home repeating the feat he performed at Agasthiyampalli and Papanasam.
If all the while the Agathiyar and Siddhas spoke through the medium of the Nadi, a switch was waiting to happen. If Agathiyar filled me in on karma and had me do parikarams or remedies on my maiden journey, Tavayogi filled me on the many rituals and initiated them, and had us conduct the Yagam at his ashram grounds. While the remedies we did removed the remaining last veil between us and the Siddhas, the rituals connected us with the Siddhas and their mysterious realm. A bridge was built that made it accessible for them to travel between both worlds and visit us. Agathiyar used to reveal in the later Nadi readings that he arrived from Kallar or Pothigai to address us in the Nadi and would leave telling us he needs to be in Kailash etc. We had opened a portal to their world through performing these rituals. For those who ridicule rituals, I would suggest they start doing it and see the mystery unfold before them. We are seeing it daily.
Supramania Swami always reminded me to keep the flame alive because he told me he shall watch me through the flame. It was a portal for him. Once when I was with him, he was physically shaken when he walked into his prayer room to find the flame had died down. He told me he had all the while kept it alive.
Ramalinga Adigal lit a flame and worshipped it. When it was time for him to leave the world he kept it outside his room and asked his followers to worship it. He had them lock his room door from the outside. A portal opened up in his room to engulf him for he was not to be seen again ... until 1902 when he came to for his foremost disciple Kalpattu Aiya and granted him his desire to join his fold and bring him back with him. The flame he lit is kept alive at Satya Gnana Sabai, Dharma Salai, and Siddhivalagam to this day.
A lesser deity who was stranded in the streets entered the body of a cousin of my former colleague and had my colleague drive him back to his temple pointing out the flame that was lit there. Once on arrival, he asked him to light camphor and merged back into the flame. The flame was the portal for him to return to his world.
If they made the call for us to come into the path initially, now we made the call for them to come down. By diligently following their dictates, doing the rituals given, and by singing the many songs of theirs, we extended a calling to them too. We extended an invitation to them to cross over into our world. These rituals created a portal for them to travel between both worlds. Once the bridge was laid across between both worlds, Agathiyar came. The first time he came he had announced his intent to grace his Guru Puja of 2010 in the Nadi beforehand. A day earlier Agathiyar arrived in the form of a bronze statue at AVM, commissioned and made in Swamimalai and flown to our shores. We were let into a secret. He said that would occupy a person's body and address those who gathered, sending the other soul to reside momentarily in his murthy or statue. We understood that besides their energy coming within the idol, it was a transit camp for souls to momentarily occupy. We came to know the reason he came as a murthy to our home.
As they had certain tasks, motives, and reasons to come, the need to be present in our midst became more frequent. They carried out certain சித்து or play of miracles. They would bring in strangers and attend to their problems. As it took place in our home we begged that they should stop for it was a family home and we did not want word to get out and have the public wait in line to be seen and heard by the Siddhas in person. The Siddhas stopped - temporarily until we were spiritually mature enough to understand that they were only using certain individuals and our premises to listen, help and heal others.
Soon to our surprise, the lesser deities turned up to pay homage to Agathiyar on their own accord. It is interesting to note that lesser deities are generally invoked elsewhere. A feast is giving and certain protocols are adhered to. Having listened to the problems of those who come for a solution, they grant their wishes. They are then coaxed to leave the person whom they had used. Once they leave the person collapses and has to be revived back to his senses.
But when they arrive to pay their homage to Agathiyar, it is always on their own accord. They come as and when they want. They pay homage and respect to Agathiyar and leave. There was no exchange of words between us and them. They come by walking in through the front entrance and we are told to make way for them. They leave quietly, the host still standing strong.
If earlier we understood from Agathiyar that when he comes into someone, the person's soul moves into His statue momentarily, later they switched the mode of entry. He came within a person sharing the body that hosts them and having his soul partially aware of their presence but subdued from doing anything else but only their moves for the brief periods of their presence. He showers their grace, heals, or take to task some others and leave. Soon Agathiyar brought other Siddhas down too. We noticed that the method of their descent within one was different. When the Siddhas come and go as well, they descend directly as though from a column of light, bringing with them their immense energy that reverberates all around us and is felt, penetrating the body and reaching deep into the soul. This was immensely felt when Ramalinga Adigal came. He was himself in a state of bliss, crying out aloud "Arutperunjhoti" and in profuse tears. He could not contain his bliss and transferred it to all those who had gathered. His body lifted. We could hardly hold on to him.
These days they are in our midst, mingling with us and guiding our thoughts and actions. They merge with the soul of their host, extending the hours of their visits, sitting and talking casually with those gathered. We realized that at these moments they spoke only on Gnana. The soul here is fully aware of their presence and their doing but abstains from any thought or activity of its own.
If we are given an option, we would not want to indulge in these Siddhis. Neither would we want to allow it. But after having enlightened us and convinced us that it was their doing entirely and that it shall not interfere in any way with our family, daily routine and life, we stepped back and handed the field and ground over to them to have a field day. That is exactly what happened once too. Lord Murugan came in the Nadi beforehand and told us to give way and allow them access and space to carry out their divine play with their children gathered to celebrate Agathiyar's Jayanthi and Guru Puja. We were asked to only witnesses and not stop or disrupt their divine play. Once we stepped aside, we practically saw the heavens giving way to all the deities, Siddhas, and other heavenly beings. It was like a torrential pour of powers, raining and drowning us in bliss. That was the pinnacle and culmination of the many brief visits by lesser deities, gurus, and Siddhas and the Gods and Goddesses until then. That was the greatest spectacle shown to us to date where the whole pantheon came down.
The next spectacle shown was a merger of both their mediums of communication the Nadi and speaking through others. When I was in pain, the excruciating pain I underwent in 2011 resurfaced in 2018, a Nadi reader visited me to enquire about my health. That is when Lord Murugan came in the Nadi and instantaneously came within a devotee too. As he spoke in the Nadi, he through the devotee began healing my back with a bunch of peacock feathers. He had me drink a glass of water energized by the recitation of the Arutperunhoti mantra too. I believe this unique combination of both mediums has not taken elsewhere to date. It's either a Nadi reading on its own or an Arul Vkku or the deities speaking through a medium separately. Never in a combo. It did happen.
Why would they want to show us all these, another facet of their world. I believe to make us believe that anything is possible. We are so attached to the world of matter that we cannot see the more subtle presence of other things. As Agathiyar says, "Let it happen and we shall believe say s an; Belief and shall happen say the Siddhas" we choose to believe any eventuality.
Lately, Agathiyar told us that his murthy is very much energized with all the prayers done since 2010. The energy of the Prapanjam has resided within the murthy, hence the reason for him drawing the crowd all these while. Goddess Ma asked to cool him down. Ramalinga Adigal came to remind us to bathe his murthy once a week to cool him down. It came as a surprise to us initially when the weight of his murthy increases upon completing the libation or abhisegam or after his puja at AVM. When his devotees carried him around a temple he began to gain weight as testified by them. How do we account for that? For those who ridicule idol worship, I would suggest they start doing it and see the mystery unfold before them. We are seeing it daily.
Again all these were possible as we went with the flow, toed the line, and went on with watching their gameplay. I haven't shared these happenings, that took place simultaneously with the external worship and rituals, earlier, for the sole reason that I thought it was rather personal. The reason I withheld them was that I did not want to give any wrong impression or create an avenue or space for any misinterpretation. We are not chosen ones or God's child, agent, messenger, spokesman, and all the other possible labels that the Rogis could possibly stick on us. It was not our choice to be a tool for them. It was theirs. We were asked to participate in their divine play and game. Even the Nadi readings I had since 2002, was only posted on YouTube in October of 2015, after much contemplation. The reason I published them was to correct the false perception and the misleading and damaging reviews and writings on the Siddhas and their Nadi from those who have had a bad experience with some Nadi readers. My Nadi readings, some fifty-plus, all worked out in my favor. One has to understand that there is a Law of the Attraction or Echo - "we will receive in return what we “put out there” to the universe. In other words, we receive positive or negative energy in accordance to what signal we emit." (https://www.healio.com/news/orthopedics/20200408/law-of-the-echo-negative-feelings-are-attracted-to-negative-events) If we go with bad intent, as in exposing the reader or the Nadi as fake, we will definitely walk out a victor because that is what we wanted to do too. If we go with suspicion, go because we are forced or compelled or obliged, we might not get to read the Nadi or it might go haywire and appear false. This is all a play of the Siddhas. If we think of manipulating them, they in turn shall manipulate us. They shall teach us who is in charge. For those who ridicule the Nadi, I would suggest they go with faith and believe and see the mystery unfold before them. We have seen it.
If those from the orthodox schools refrained from disclosing many secrets, just as those whom I met in my early days of this journey were tongue-tied, I would reflect on saints like Ramalinga Adigal. He boldly shared his experiences. If he had withheld his experiences we would not have the Tiruarutpa today. If he had copyrighted his works we would not be able to sing his songs anywhere. So is it with the many sacred texts, songs, and pathigams.
The way to gain the favor of the Siddhas is to be an obedient child. Through devotion. Through worship. Through listening and abiding with the divine's wishes. By not enquiring. By not doubting. By being patient. By not asking. By dropping our own desires. By surrendering. These are further means to fetch a place in their hearts.
These miracles happen till these days where we were told by Agathiyar that these were their divine play or lila or சித்து விளையாட்டு that will go on for some time. We are reminded again to just watch and witness and learn from it. He told us that we needed this knowledge too to make us complete. Every trick of the hat or every miracle shown, will eventually contribute to the learning curve. He is making us competent in all fields and knowledge.
If initially we were jolted by their sudden presence in our midst, we have come to be accustomed to their continued presence these days. These days with Lord Murugan, Agathiyar, and Ramalinga Adigal asking us to go within, they come to guide and advise us on our prayers and Yoga practices, besides occasionally healing the sick and hearing out people's problems.
Although I was told that Supramania Swami had displayed such similar acts of turning a handful of sand into the sacred ash, healing others, etc, Tavayogi never indulged in it though I realized certain miracles were initiated by him. For instance, it was only when he threw his shawl over to me and have me place it on the trestle at the entrance to Agathiyar's temple at Agasthiyampalli before I sat down that Agathiyar opened his eye in the granite statue of his. Not a moment sooner as I pleaded and cried with him. I knew he initiated another miracle at Palani temple grounds for he stopped to turn back and wait for me to catch up with him, something that never happened in all my time of following him into the jungles and caves. He had this grin on his face and his eyes sparkled. He knew what had happened to me after we were given a tumbler of milk to drink at the temple by a young priest. I knew that he knew. I walked up to him and placed my head on his chest in gratitude. That was the least I could do.
As I am trying to place things into its correct perspective, figure out and understand all that is happening around me, pondering over these events, with my rational and logical mind, and just when I think I have grasped it, thinking that I had acquired answers to these queries and mysteries of life, thinking that I had begun to understand the mystical Siddhas, I am brought back to square one when something else happens and supersedes and overrides all the previous understanding that I held to. Although it looks like a losing battle trying to figure out the Siddhas and their workings, Agathiyar comes to console us that the experience we gain shall serve to answer our questions and bring the necessary clarifications eventually. The answers are not out there but come from within us as when all the experiences and lessons learned from it that has enriched us are gathered and distilled, the gist or cream of it comes to the forefront as Gnana or wisdom enlightening us.
This is an entirely different facet of the Siddhas. It is indeed a strange, mysterious and mystical journey. Could all these be possible we ask as we continue to witness their presence among us? To those who pushed the Siddhas back into the pages of the history book, the story of the Siddhas in the numerous posts of this blog Siddha Heartbeat and another wonderful and informative blog Siththan Arul will prove otherwise that the Siddhas are real and living among us.
