After helping me take a long break of some 13 years from home puja and temple worship with Lord Siva coming through a dream in 1988, after connecting me with Agathiyar and my guru even before I laid my eyes on them coming as the Vasudeva mantra mysteriously in 2001, after connecting me with Agathiyar through a Nadi reading in 2002, after connecting me to my first guru, Supramania Swami of Tiruvannamalai, through a proposed astrological reading for my daughter that never took place then in 2003, after connecting me to my second guru, Tavayogi Thangarasan Adigal in 2005 through a pamplet given to me some three years earlier, after bringing me to their abodes and jungles and caves where Tavayogi pointed them out to me as the aroma of sandalwood and as showering flowers in ushering us, and as the nature that was a part of Prapanjam that surrounded us, after connecting both our worlds together through the ritual of lighting the Homam, after coming in the statue of his and opening his eyes in 2010 in the moments of libation or Abhisegam to him, just as he did in his granite statue at Agasthiyampalli in 2005, and have them come over to sit among us and listen to our songs of praises to them, sit and listen with us to the songs of Sadhu Om on the teachings of Bhagawan Ramana, sit and talk and dine with us, Lord Muruga and Agathiyar brought the Heavens and Prapanjam within our home respectively. Agathiyar tells us that he was the Prapanjam. Slowly, he had us lose our hold on his image and his name, on rituals and charity, on reading and discussion. He had each man go within, taking up the tools in Yogam. What he showed me out there in nature and in serving the hungry and poor was felt within the Chakras. The love and compassion developed through the acts of praising the Gods and giving to the unfortunate, which blossomed in us, was now felt within. The soul began to rejoice now. The Kundalini that was aroused by Yogam and awakened, and that made its way to the higher Chakras with the grace of the guru and Agathiyar, she met up with her long-separated partner in the Sahasrara and began to dance in the Bindu to the divine tune and rhythm of the petals opening in the flowering Chakra. The Prapanjam that was felt outside was felt in 72000 Nadis of the soul. Ambrosia, divine nectar and sweetness, flowed. But rather than have me taste the bliss of Sat-Chit-Ananda continuously, Agathiyar chose to bring me back from that state, giving me but only a sample of it. He had a chore for me. I had a purpose in coming here. I needed to be rooted to this material world at least till I complete his mission and desire.
