In gathering, compiling, and editing the above video, I came to realize how each one of us had a role in assisting the other to grow spiritually. Just as there are mentors in the education sector and at our workplace who share their learnings and experience with their colleagues and subordinates, so too we, as followers of a path, have come to aid and assist each other. I was wondering why Supramania Swami asked me to do Tapas, telling me that only then would he rise in his "status". Later, Agathiyar tells me that through our Puja, Tapas, and speaking about Tavayogi, we helped him attain the state of Jothi. This came to me as a surprise and revelation. I understood that if disciples and followers gain something from their gurus, the gurus themselves, in return, are elevated too through this association. So it looks like we are all connected. Just as parents bring new souls into this world, these souls elevate the couple to the status of parents, and the parents then fix a marriage for their children and elevate them to become new parents. The gurus, too, do the same, never giving up in wanting to see their followers attain their state, too. Agathiyar finally asked me when I am going to come to his state of being, a Siddha? He told me that he had worked hard on me, putting in much effort, and always reminds me not to let him down. Just as the parent and teacher shed tears of joy seeing their children and students graduate in life and education, respectively, once we come under their wings and shadow, the guru too looks towards the day of graduation, where his student steps into his shoes. I guess this is what is known as taking a new birth. I guess I had been reborn again much earlier, too, when the Chinese Gods saved me, asking that my parents give me up for adoption to them back in 1959.
Looking back at my journey, it all falls into place. It was all written. I was only living each moment. What my father missed out when, after arriving at an ashram in India and serving the guru, his guru turned him away after some time, telling him that he had responsibilities back home in Malaysia. I guess I have come to continue. What Supramania Swami desired came into fruition when I came by to see his 40-year desire to build a temple take off, only to be grounded when a Siddha stepped before his kudil and asked him why, being a Gnani, he was stepping back into Bakti. We dropped the project immediately. Tavayogi, who, upon Agathiyar sending him to spread the Siddha teaching, stepped onto our shores in 2004, coming as a stranger knowing no one here, returned the following year to officiate a Peedham after a seeker desired to start one, tells us that he came this time around to teach Yogam, but no one took up. I did and earned his appraisal when my family and I visited his Ashram in 2013, and when he came the final time in 2016. I am deeply grateful for his kind words of appreciation and encouragement.
So it was with the many seekers whom Agathiyar sent out to my home, which took the name of Agathiyar Vanam Malaysia (AVM) after their arrival. Although it seemed as if Agathiyar sent them over to watch and participate and later bring the puja and rituals into their individual homes and their family circles, and though Agathiyar later had us bring the puja into the corridors of the temples too, while they were here and at it, each soul brought out his or her talent in doing something, enhancing and beautifying each moment. If I had spoken about Dr. Stalin, Jnana Jothiamma, Bala Chandran, Mahindren, Suren, Jegan, Thayalan, and my family, and how my life was doctored, changed, and enhanced, in the above video, there are many more whom I have not forgotten.
If my parents showed me temple worship and home worship of deities, I took up from there, doing the same as a bachelor. I have now come to realise that there was a reason why my name was missing from a list of new intakes to the job at the Public Works Department (PWD) after graduating in 1979. I was offered a job in the Ministry of Defense. Now I understand why the astrologer sitting on the five-foot way in front of the Sri Maha Mariamman temple in Jalan Bandar Kuala Lumpur back then in 1980, reading my palm and consulting the parrot, asked that I stay put in the present job when I eventually received the letter of appointment at PWD. It was fated that I had to meet certain people in my life. Then there was a 14-year gap that came in a timely manner, as I needed to let go of all that I had learned and grasped over the past 29 years. As it was deemed that I needed to start afresh, I was posted back to my HQ. I had to meet Mr Segaran, just before he left the office in 1994, to become a monk at Paramahansa Yogananda's Ranchi ashram in India. He passed me the saint's autobiography, a painting of Lord Siva, and some sound advice that elevated me in all manner both in my personal life and at the office. I had to meet Mr Sethu, who, at my office, in passing, gave me several cassettes carrying songs on the Arutpa, which made me go in search of anything and everything on Ramalinga Adigal. In 1996, Dr Krishnan, an astrologer who was introduced to me by Mr Sethu, spoke to me about the Siddhas and their Nadi that could reveal why my attempts at seeking spiritual solace and my practice of Yoga did not go the way I had wished them to and did not grant me the expected and desired results. As I did not know any nadi readers back then, I let it be. Then in 2002, one would wonder why another colleugue Muralitharan Saminathan, was newly transferred over. I had to meet him, too. He was to open up to me about his experience in reading his Nadi two years back. He renewed my interest in seeing the Nadi. He fixed an appointment for me. Before I knew it, I saw myself sitting before Agathiyar, who came in the Nadi.
A year earlier, I saw myself sitting before my nephew Thayalan Arumugam, who dropped by my home to pass me a message and a mantra that came by way of Agathiyar, having networked with my nephew's Paramaguru Gopal Pillai, who came through a devotee. The Vasudeva Mantra came as a transmission of energy that flowed through my nephew momentarily. He had me chant it to pave the way to meet my guru. Agathiyar, too, in addressing himself in the Nadi as my Moola Guru, said that I shall meet my guru in physical form. I went on my maiden pilgrimage to India the following year, as directed by Agathiyar in the Nadi. There was a reason why my wife suggested that I chart our daughter's horoscope in India, just as I left home for the airport. There was a reason the appointed driver, Raji, took ill at the 11th hour, and Deventhiran replaced him. Consulting Deventhiran, he tells me that his uncle was an astrologer in Tiruvannamalai and brings me over. I met my guru, Supramania Swami, just as Agathiyar had hinted. He was the astrologer Deventhiran meant, too.
There was a reason why the Nadi reader passed me a leaflet sourcing funds from one Thaai Veedu Thangarasan, who was building an ashram and temple for Agathiyar in Kallar, India, after the reading in 2002. There was a reason I kept the leaflet with me, too. There was a reason why my neighbor, Augustine, who dispatched the daily newspaper to homes back then, gave me the extra copies daily for that particular period of time in 2005. It carried the advertisement announcing the opening of a Peedham by one Tavayogi Thangarasan Adigal of Kallar Ashram. I called and went over to see if it was the same person. He sure was, and I met my second guru sent to our shores by Agathiyar to preach the path of the Siddhas. There was a reason we cornered him to teach us the Asanas and Pranayama practice he gave us in the home of my nephew on his later visit in 2007. He only told us later in 2016 that he had come back in 2007 to teach yoga. Sadly, no one picked it up, but seeing us gathered, he mentioned that the seed he sowed had germinated in our soil. I did, and I was unaware that the Kundalini had risen in me until Agathiyar, Pathanjali, Bhrigu, Bhogar, Tirumoolar, Karuvurar, Kagapunjandar came subsequently in the Nadi and spoke about the developments and gave me further practice and words of caution too. Henceforth, my life was not in my hands anymore, just as it was not before either.
I guess he picked this home too, just as he had picked my job back then in 1980. When a colleugue Roslan Mohd Isa, told me he was going over to Cheras to scout a new home to buy, he invited me too. I had no idea or intention to buy a house until then. Soon, my wife, daughter, and I were at the site of the housing project, but he never arrived. As those were the days when handphones were not around, I only came to know later at the office that his wife had picked another house that they had viewed elsewhere. We saw ourselves move into the new house. Shortly after, my boss came by and asked if there was anyone who wanted to volunteer to go back to the HQ. Since I had moved into my new house, I had to traverse some 45 kilometers both ways. I took up the offer to return to the HQ, although the job scope now was administrative and not engineering, as it was only 26 kilometers each way. It was a win-win situation, just like the job, my wife and family, and the house fell into my lap. Yes, Agathiyar later tells me that our daughters too had been with us in the past birth.
So it is that everything happens for a reason. I am glad that the 15 potential maidens whom my sister saw for me to wed turned me down back then, for finally, I married someone that my family knew and grew up with. I wonder if anyone else would have dedicated her life to Agathiyar's cause, preparing the essentials for the puja, preparing food for the invitees, carrying out the puja, entertaining our visitors, and finally cleaning up the home. I am thankful to my two daughters, too, who, amid their schooling, took time to be with us in our endeavors. In compiling the video, only then did I realise the number of Pujas that we had carried out till now, looking at the announcement pieces of the live streaming of these Pujas that Dr. Stalin had done for AVM back then, amidst his student life in Russia.
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