Watching a documentary on Sri Aurobindo, "The Most Dangerous Man in India Who Became a Saint", we come across the following: "The external guru had lasted three days. The internal one would last a lifetime." This is what Tavayogi instilled in me at the very onset, trashing me, saying that I was living in Maya. He told me not to worship him but showed me Agathiyar, the Jothi or Light within all of us. Indeed, Tavayogi has since passed on, but Agathiyar remains to guide us now and ever. Agathiyar himself told me that we had known each other for crores of years. He remembers. I forgot.
Speaking to a friend over the phone last night, we somehow came to compare the world's religions. While some were orderly and systemic, neat and tidy, we realized that our worship was chaotic. Though chaotic, it was in a good way, for everyone, though doing different things, simultaneously, were united and focused on God.
Another thing about us is that our celebrations and festivities are full of color and gaiety, loud, and come with a bang. There is a festival almost every day. The old, the young, and the kids have a reason to be merry. We have a reason to step out of our home. We have a reason to lay down our tools or pen and take a breather. The gods, goddesses, and deities have given us a reason to be cheerful and happy. Life is never dull and mundane. There is never a dull moment. A walk into a sacred place or temple shall cheer us up. Our temples are dynamic energy vortexes that recharge the downtrodden. Our temples give us hope and instill a future.
Then, coming to the Siddhas and the eventual coming of the Siddhas into our lives and our homes, they add more chaos to the existing chaotic environment through their play of energies. People susceptible to these energies either collapse and fall, or dance and laugh, going into states of bliss and joy that are imperceptible and seem alien to those beyond the divide.