After taking up his call to come to the path, Agathiyar, having revealed the fruits of my efforts in traveling the path and the journey through numerous Nadis, finally had me take notes and share them with a handful of invitees during the Guru Purnima of 2024, and summed it all up. He finally made known to others the experiences one would encounter on the path to Light by having me take up the call to come to the path and by writing on it.
It has been some twenty-four years now since I came to know Agathiyar, although he tells me that we have known each other for crores of years. He remembers, but I have forgotten. My wife had a dream many years back in which she saw a set of footprints appear alongside in the sand with each step I took, as if someone invisible were walking beside me. Who else could it be but the Siddhas?
Along the way, I have come to realize that the Siddhas test us either by luring us with gifts or by having us take up work and shoulder responsibilities that bring on position, authority, and fame that eventually inflates our ego and corrupts us. Then they test us too to see if we are willing to step down or drop all these and break the bond and attachment that comes along with it. While many fall for it, very few see through this game and are caught for life.
Then there is Maya that veils our five senses, bringing us to believe the mirage, the dream, and the fake as is seen and heard, felt and experienced, and held on to as real. I am glad that the Siddhas and the deities were on hand to save me from stepping into the quicksand or plunging into the trap.
I am grateful to my gurus and the Siddhas for taking my hand and walking with me. I never paid a price to come to know the Siddhas and their teachings, unlike these days, where, sadly, what was given freely to those keen to know by the Siddhas in the past has a price tag in current times, and aspirants pay to come to know about them. Similarly, the saints of the past never copyrighted their works as people do these days. Imagine if the saints had copyrighted their works; we would not be singing their songs in public.
I am still standing by their grace. They have kept me alive and running until now. How can I repay their love, kindness, and compassion?