Some time back when the ATM machine rejected my debit card and asked that I go to the nearest bank I did as told wondering why the cash transaction failed. The lady over the counter started a chat with me as she took out an eraser and began to rub the surface of the EMV chip and gave it back to me telling me to try now. It worked. So just days ago when the same thing happened I went home and looked for an eraser and did the same. It works. My daughter tells me if you have glue on your scissors use an eraser to remove it. If we thought nobody uses an eraser except to erase pencil markings, its use goes beyond that. Similarly, we might not realize that we are put on the face of this earth to do more than a thing or two. It might be something good or something harmful. We never know. Nothing is useless. Everything has its use. The person who you least expect to be of some help might turn up at your door in your time of need. Acharya Gurudasan who visited Malaysia over the past weekend to teach Kriya Yoga and Balachander Aiya who helped coordinate the program shared a story. An aide who was tasked to look after providing the meals for the three-day session had a puncture while ferrying the meals and was stranded by the roadside. Two complete strangers stopped by to change the tire that had burst and went off without a word. They were like God-sent. The attendees were fed without any hitches.
My gurus were God-sent. Agathiyar and the Siddhas were God-sent too. Their Nadi was a gospel to me. My friend Andraz from Slovenia calls them the Oracles. They spoke to me through this medium before they began to manifest in the body of devotees to deliver their messages. Though I had seen village deities come into the body of some and deliver messages since young, a Siddha coming within was truly surprising. All these captivated me and several others and we used to speak about the greatness of the Siddhas.
In telling the story of Tsem Rinpoche, Elizabeth Kaye who coauthored the book "My Journey In This Life", a Kechara Media & Publications, 2021, says the same too in describing the oracle of Dorje Shugden "as amazing that when you pray to this protector, he enters the oracle. We get to talk to him. He tells us not random things but specific things and it works exactly as told. After a while, we do not defy him but carry out what is told."
When my nephew told me that he had brought a message for me and not to question him, I complied with him. As we sat before each other in my prayer room his body shook and as if in a trance he delivered the Vasudeva mantra and asked that I recite it for it shall pave the way for me to meet my guru. I was told a couple of years later that Agathiyar had requested the mantra initiation, coming through the soul of my nephew's Paramaguru Gopal Pillai. My nephew was the medium and messenger to deliver it. As told I met my very first guru in the flesh Supramania Swami of Tiruvannamalai the following year while on my maiden pilgrimage to India in 2003, to settle my debts and balance the score and lay down at least a major part of the Karma baggage I had brought with me. Then it happened again with Supramania Swami. He went into a state of deep meditation during a large part of the 5 hours I spent in his company. Like Tsem Rinpoche describes, he entered the oracle or tapped into the Akashic records and delivered everything that I needed to know then.
When Mataji Sarojini Ammaiyar visited Malaysia some time back a devotee consulted the Jeeva Nadi that was given to Tavayogi and is now in her possession. He was told to prepare to follow another and learn certain skills from a master and eventually conduct a puja for Agathiyar. As he shared his trip to India just moments ago over the phone, he was equally surprised that it had all taken place and worked exactly as told. Someone invited him and several others along to India and they found a master who passed on certain teachings and he "discovered" a temple for Agathiyar where he conducted a puja for him fulfilling the Oracle.
Reading Velayudham Kartikeyan Aiya's blog Siththan Arul truly captivated me as he shared the many revelations of Agathiyar as read by Hanumathdasan Aiya of Chennai. This was the stepping stone for me to learn further about the Siddha's Oracle. Then I learned that my guru Tavayogi could read the Jeeva Nadi too in later years. What surprised us and him too was that my wife was shown this in her dream.
Life seems to be a dream indeed at times. Life seems to be a timeline of fleeting moments. What we have these days is only a vague memory of those moments, faces, names, and places. I am glad that I began to document everything in writing after returning from my maiden pilgrimage to India in 2003 for my memory too shall fail me one day. At least my grandchildren can look up these posts and learn what took place in the past as they grow older.