I am back with the promised medicines or rather herbal preparations that my good neighborhood Siddha physician had promised and that Agathiyar had come to him asking to prepare it some 6 months earlier. It was waiting for me to collect and consume. What a wonder and a miracle indeed. Siddha physician Arivan Aiya continues in the tradition of his grandfather Jothyswami from whom he learned Siddha medicine. His grandfather who was working in the port had invested in a plot of land in Pandamaran when it came up for sale and pitched a hut that soon turned into the present-day Murugan temple after Lord Murugan took the form of a child and would play on the grounds as he attended to his routine. This reminds me of Jnana Jothiamma telling me a story told by Swami Venkatesh who cared for Krishnaveni Amma at Kalyana Theertham where Lord Muruga coming as a child would cause mischief by pulling the wet cloths that Amma had hung to dry to the ground and soiling them. She would pick up a stick and give chase on the boulders that envelop the waterfalls. Today while Ariwan Aiya sees and treats patients through his Agathiyar Yoga Herbs Care Centre, his brother takes care of the temple rituals. I am still in a daze as to why I was asked to contact a Peedham for the medicine when it was already prepared and waiting for me on my shores. But I know that this is one of the numerous plays of Agathiyar.
If Esakhi Siddhar could enter a crack and disappear to the other side or rather the other realm, then matter is but energy too. Science says that it is energy that has been frozen or solidified. So is this the reason we are asked to build up the internal heat or Tava Kanal by various means so that we melt into our original state? Sitting at the mall last evening while waiting for my daughter to be done with her hairdresser I wondered if all that passed me was streaks of energy too. As I sat there it was akin to Lucy sitting and watching time pass or rather scrolling time to its very beginning. Similarly, the churning of the ocean told in the Puranas is akin to the world of Maya that we fall in and fall for where the ocean or world in this sense is churned up, bringing the poison to the surface. With the help of the divine, we dive into the ocean to retrieve the vessel that contains the ambrosia and partake in it. That knowledge and wisdom breaks down, shreds, and tear apart the false perspective that we hold of the world and begin to see it all as Maya that is constantly changing.