Speaking to Mahindren a moment ago, touching on souls and how they design and take on a body fit for their purpose, or to see through the desires that they carry, I wondered how twins came to be. Was it one soul in two bodies or two individual souls? When the question and doubt appeared last night, I immediately called up Mahindren, for he had a twin brother too. But he was already in bed by that time. Moments later, my question was answered. Though they were twins, they could not possibly come out together at the same moment, holding hands. One had to come earlier, while the other followed later. So it is considered as two souls coming together, to take up two individual bodies and be born one before the other. As such, they would be of two individual personalities and characters.
On another note, Agathiyar, giving them certain practices, had told a couple who were wishing for a child that they would be blessed with one. But it has been years now since we heard any good news from them. Why did it not materialize, and why the delay? We don't want to see Agathiyar called a liar, nor us accused of cooking up a story or giving false hope. Whenever Agathiyar, the Siddhas, the gurus in Samadhi, and the deities come through me, Mahindren or Sakthee, my very concern is that they fulfill what they had promised their devotees or seekers, for otherwise, besides their good name tarnished, we too would be seen as putting together an act. Just as we have to safeguard their good name, they too have to take care of us.
Jnana Jothiamma, who spoke to Goddess Kali and Karupanasamy, was told that the Goddess had left a guru and his words were not those of hers, as he had deviated. As the deity never exposed him, people kept thronging, thinking that the Goddess was speaking through him. Similarly, when the members of a local temple committee battling for power came to a near battle of fists and the police were summoned, a friend called Mahindren, who was then with me over, for they had served the Goddess in the absence of a priest in the past. Goddess Kali, coming through him and watching the ruckus, told the friend that she was not there and had moved out. But that she would appear whenever a good soul came by the temple. I too sensed and said the same when I was in India in 2003, and again locally some time back while visiting a temple and Samadhi. My instinct appeared to be true later.
Fearing that all this would get into my head, Lord Muruga came to warn me to be aware of Maya and its workings. He told us that Lord Siva and Agathiyar, together with Lord Indran, were playing their lila. Later, Agathiyar acknowledged this and asked me to sieve through Maya to arrive at the truth. Only then did I understand why Tavayogi at the onset had shot me down, saying I was living in Maya, thinking that he was a holy man dressed in the garb of a Sadhu, mendicant, Sanyasi, and Turavi. When I was at his ashram later, he showed me the different shades of guru, bringing me to their places.
Fearing all this, my wife and I had initially asked Agathiyar to put a stop to this after he began to bring a string of strangers to my home wanting to see him and his bronze statue in 2010. He did listen to us. No one came by knocking on my door wanting to see him. Then one day, as I entered his room and stood before him, he asked me where I would go if he were to shut his ears. That hit me like a bolt of lightning. Indeed, I go to him for all my needs, too. Where and to whom would I turn to if he decides to look the other way? He assured me no harm would come to either my family or me and that he was only using my home as the venue and my body to move things. When we submitted to his lila, everyone poured out their grievances to me, or rather, him. Even those whom I meet in my morning and evening walks would stop to share their grievances. From family feuds and medical problems to financial losses, I have heard it all.
I have begun to appreciate Tavayogi for his patience in sitting and listening to the many who came by and shared their problems. All he would say was to point out that their sufferings were due to their karma and asked that they worship the Siddhas. That is all he would say. I had burned my fingers giving advice in the initial years and received a tight slap on my cheeks from Tavayogi for interfering back then.
I am glad that I listened to Agathiyar and glad that I have begun to listen patiently without giving any advice these days, for Agathiyar saved a soul that contemplated suicide. The latest was a 70-year-old man who needed a shoulder to cry on.
Not only that, when we gave the nod when Lord Muruga came asking us to step aside and watch their play, all hell, or in this case heaven, broke loose. The deities came in torrents. All heaven rained deities and Siddhas. So too did Agathiyar in the beginning years often mention that he stopped over at my home, Agathiyar Vanam Malaysia (AVM), as he took a walk in the Vanam briefly before either heading for Kailash or Pothigai. As a result of rituals and austerities carried out at AVM, Lord Muruga told us that our present home was now Agathiyar Tapovanam (ATM). Post-pandemic Agathiyar, who had previously mentioned that my home would become Gnana Kottam, came by, sitting and dining with us, and preaching and sharing his Gnanam with us. This reminded me of relatives telling my mother that Lord Muruga would come in their dreams and say that he had come by our family home in our hometown back then, when I was a kid. I, too, for reasons unknown, would turn back to look at my family home and raise my hands in prayer each time I left home.
I guess just as Agathiyar told me that he had pushed me into certain awkward, dangerous, and shameful situations before, for want of those experiences too, I needed to see through this phase too in my travels and journey. But I like the way the Siddhas handle matters. Though it hurts at times, they are frank and honest.