When a psychologist who kept up with my writings and wanted to meet me, knowing that I would be at a temple puja, walked up to me, his first question to me was whether I was hallucinating, referring to the conversations with Agathiyar that I carried in the blog. Since he has followed my journey through reading the blog, I told him to travel with Agathiyar and find out for himself.
Agathiyar first came to me through the Nadi, where he addressed me first.
Taking up the call to come to his worship, we began our home puja. Soon we were joined by many whom Agathiyar sent over after their Nadi reading to watch and participate in the puja. When everybody wants to advise and teach, Agastiyar sent youths over to my home to watch and follow the Siddha puja. There were no discourses given; no 5-year plans to execute; no practice to follow; no teachings to adhere to; and no rules and regulations at AVM. Those who came saw the Puja and left. They had the option to follow and carry them out in their homes.
We then brought this puja into other devotees' homes.
Then we brought the puja into the temples too.
Then Agathiyar had us carry out charity.
Whenever we gathered, there was always time for bhajans and satsangs.
Rather than conducting puja each time at AVM, both Tavayogi and Agathiyar preferred to give the tools, method, and ways so that each individual could take it up with their family. We were reminded just to sow the seeds and not worry if it germinates; neither were we to water it, fertilize it or care for it.
Then it was time to shift the worship to the kids at AVM. My 5 years old grandson would ask for the well being of god too, in prayer. Nobody taught him this. Today he anointed the figurine of Lord Ganesa when my daughter told him that it was Lord Ganapathy's birthday.
In the wake of the pandemic, when the Nadi readers packed their bags and left for India, the Siddhas then began to speak to us, coming through the devotees. After coming as Mother or Mata, Father or Pita, and Teacher or Guru, now God has Deivam, has come to teach us.
Then it all ended. Just as children build and destroy their creation countless times until they get it right while playing, Agathiyar had us build and destroy the empire too. Just as the Buddhist monks create mandalas only to destroy them later, it was a lesson in detachment for us to, for a soul that holds on to its belongings and way of life here in this life has to come back. So too, when aspirations are not fulfilled, when death comes to him, he comes back. When a deal is made on the soul level, he comes back too. When someone wishes for him to come back, the soul takes rebirth. These are the countless possibilities of taking birth. So is it that one comes to enjoy the pleasures of life and another suffers. Neither existing conditions nor help can bring relief to those who have to face the full weight of their past actions. What is seen to be pretty unfair to our eyes and understanding is justice meted by divine laws.
A man with faith would leave it to God; it is those who have not surrendered who make a deal with him, giving something in return, thinking it is Bhakti. True Bhakti is something that binds souls and has nothing to do with the body. It is pointless to offer his own creation to him as gifts. I guess this is what a Spiritual Catalyst does. Having fulfilled my role, Agathiyar dismantled the building, removing the shade that AVM provided, and had them build their own. I had my own journey to pursue then. I am glad that it all turned out the way it did. I have no regrets.
When each individual who takes up the worship of Agathiyar is given a purpose, ranging from being a priest conducting Siddha puja in their homes, or in the homes of others, preparing and dispensing Siddha medicine, giving Varma treatment, doing energy healing, or teaching the arts and sciences of the Siddhas, I was given the task of writing this blog; writing as when he gave me the subject and matter.
And it all began at Kallar Ashram with Tavayogi Thangarasan Adigal. I am grateful to him.