The GOS – 95 – The Comet!

The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.

There is going to be a crack in Shukra. This is not good for Bharath. It is a comet, the Sage mentioned. How many will believe if I say it out? I wasn’t sure if I can share this first of all. Even if I do, what sort of a ill omen that this is going to bring and what prayer has to be done, the Maharishi did not mention.

I thought of leaving the matter as it is since I did not have much details however, I subscribed a variety of newspapers and read them. I checked if any of the scientists from North India, Bengaluru’s V. Raman or astronomers from foreign countries have said anything about the comet.

No one has mentioned anything. Some of my friends came to me to know about the welfare of the country. I had informed them that I cannot read it for six months and the Nadi is not with me. On a amavasya day around 11 in the morning, I had a yearning, if the Maharishi will say something and opened the Jeeva Nadi which I had kept hidden in the Pooja room.

There came a long sentence. It meant to check the horoscope of India thereby I will know if what Agastya Muni said is true or not. But how on earth can one calculate the horoscope of India? Is it before the independence or after it became Republic? Even if done, on what time can it be calculated? Without the time, the Lagna cannot be assimilated. Even if it is done, how can it be the accurate one?

So I kept quiet.

As I had paused the reading, the crowd began to recede slowly. As I did not read it even after multiple requests, many people left me as well. So I was praying without any tension.

Our boy has recovered. He does not read Nadi and is taking care of the family responsibilities properly, my parents thought and they began to search for a suitable alliance for my sister. A lot many proposals came, but none materialized. My parents started doing remedial measures and prayers themselves. The time went by but nothing seemed working in this regard.

My parents did not ask me as to why the marriage is not getting fixed. Had they, I would have to read the Nadi.

“Why do we need Agastya’s Nadi? Lord Narayana will show us the way. Is everybody getting married after reading Nadi?” – this was their side of argument. They thought of this as a prestige issue and so they did not consult me.

But I had an intuition that I must ask about my sister’s marriage. I opened the Nadi and read it without anyone knowing.

“Go at once to Ahobila where Hiranya Kasipu was killed and do meditation on Lord Lakshmi Narasimha Swamy for three days, facing the direction which We will tell you. The blessing of having His darshan in a shadow will be given. Through His grace, your sister’s marriage will happen in the Shrine of Venkatava (Lord Balaji)” – said the Maha Muni.

I checked it again and again and the message was just the same. I slowly recalled the promise made to the Ahobila Mutt in charge. I wasn’t sure if what I did was correct, by keeping the Nadi hidden in the Pooja gruha. This was because of my family’s request, and all that happened in the past, to have got stuck with the Coimbatore mill owner, how the Nadi disappeared, how it re-appeared and was handed over to me by Sage Agastya Himself in the disguise of a wanderer, all that.

My interest was in seeing the comet. Why not that be a good one? I thought aimlessly. But after mentioning about it once, Agastya Muni did not say anything further. When I asked again, He said, “I am dwelling in your tongue. Calculate the horoscope of Bharatha Desa yourself” and disappeared.

When I asked again about my sisters’ marriage, He said “Go to Ahobilam. There lies wondrous incidents for you! I give this rare chance. Start at once!” – He ordered and I could not remain silent for a moment. I went and told my parents that I am going to Ahobilam. That’s all. But my Father got frustrated that I had started roaming around again, so be blessed me saying, “A dog’s tail cannot be straightened. Likewise, you have started roaming around, you cannot be mended either.”

Without him knowing, I kept the Jeeva Nadi in my briefcase. I prayed then to Agastya Muni only two things. “O Lord, do not make me struggle like I got stuck in Tirupathi, in the railway station at Coimbatore, in Ahobilam. I cannot bear it. You are saying that there is a danger for India. I want to see that comet with my own eyes. Also, for the country, there should not be any bad effect because of the comet for which what prayers needs to be done, please let me know. If you say these, it is sufficient. I will not trouble You for anyone or anything. I won’t read the Nadi for anyone.” – I prayed.

I glanced at the sky. It was the 9th day after the full moon day with stars. Most of them were fast asleep. It was around 2.30 in the night. Suddenly, there was a very bright light in the eastern sky. When I saw that much of a bright light at first, I was totally scared.

A big ball of fire with a head, torso and a tail appeared to be flying at a tremendous speed towards Earth, then gradually slowed down, and appeared like a small lightning and disappeared. They say that if a person witnesses a lightning with his naked eye, he should see a tree, a green object at once. I was reminded of that now. I do not know how many were witnessing that miracle that night. It was true that I first was so scared and was totally taken aback by wonder later.

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In those days, there was a fear of UFO’s. People use to look up frequently in the sky out of fear that the UFO should not fall right on their head. Particularly those who walk in the night, if they happen to hear a loud sound, they will run helter-skelter thinking that the UFO had fallen down somewhere. I thought of something like this, though I could not think of this fireball as a UFO. I just thought that this is one of the many wonders that happen in the sky.

I wasn’t able to sleep. I checked and confirmed that the Nadi was there with me, felt happy about it. I was thinking on what miracles are awaiting in Ahobilam when I saw this fireball and thought, is this the comet that He mentioned about? The time wasn’t right to ask about this in the Nadi either. I could wash my hands and legs and clean myself to ask this question, but what if the Nadi disappears again? I cannot take the Nadi to the wash room. But I was so curious to know about what just appeared in
the sky.

While I was in that dilemma, I had some urge pushing me where I kept my hands on the Nadi. If touched a 130 volts electric pole with the hands, what sort of a shock one will get, I got the same shock when I touched the Nadi!

I never had such an experience when I touched the Jeeva Nadi. I swiftly opened the Nadi and the Maha Muni said:

“Look at the north-eastern part of the sky without moving. The comet will be seen!”.

The GOS – 94 – Why did the Nadi disappear?

The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.

This post has an importance. We had decided to pause the publishing of this story as we believed to have got caught in a potential copyright infringement. That being totally against the policy of GnanaBoomi, we were shocked and disturbed, even frustrated. But through The Grace of Siddha showed us clarity and direction and with His blessings, the series continues. We are humbled and even more committed to be a part of this wonderful journey. Agastya Muni indeed has immense grace!

Onward…

They say, pleasure comes alone and grief comes along with a partner. I began to think that these things are happening as per that saying. I lost my sleep as well.

Why didn’t the mill owner’s men meet me in Thirupur? Weren’t they able to identify me OR is it because I was seated in the corner seat and was asleep with my head bowing down, they couldn’t find me? Or is it that they came late and missed the train themselves? Right at that time, I got another doubt. Have they taken this ticket only till Thirupur or till Chennai?

The destination thankfully showed Chennai with my name and age written clearly. I was relieved. As the TTR had already checked the ticket before Thirupur, there won’t be any further checking till Chennai. I did think that there is some relation in all these and the Jeeva Nadi getting lost.

The train stopped at Erode. I had a weird desire. Is someone carrying the Nadi? Won’t they hand over it to me again somehow? I was longing! I got down at the platform and looked at people going by, nay, their luggage particularly. Time passed by, people passed by, but the Nadi was not to be seen.

Naturally, I thought: Wondrous miracles have happened to those whom I read the Nadi. Won’t such a thing happen now? Will someone hand over the Nadi and say, “Here, your Agastya’s Jeeva Nadi”. Agastya Muni who orchestrated many a miracles did not do anything for me. Though I grieved, I consoled myself, it was me who wished that the Nadi should get lost!

The bell rang and so I got back in the train. Everyone around had already retired and had switched off the lights. I lied down with my baggage as a pillow. Sleep, where did it go?

I was rolling this and that side. So did the incidents in mind, the Thirupathi happenings, Lord Lakshmi Narasimha Swamy’s divine darshan
through fragrance, the contact of this mill owner from Coimbatore, how I stayed as his guest, everything began to roll in mind.

Who am I? Why did I take birth? What am I going to do? Why did Agastya Muni come to me? I have forsaken the responsibility of my family, to frustrate my Father, to roam around here and there like an insane, not getting a regular job like that of others, everything is a waste, I began
to think.

What happened has. At least hereafter, let us be like others. Only for this that the Maha Muni had gone away from me. All is for good, I consoled myself and decided not to think of Nadi again. The train stopped at Salem. I got down again as I was sleepless.

This mind, it did not listen. I was looking at people’s luggages and what they were carrying again. That weird thought arised again, what if someone comes and hands it over? Won’t they?

I was slightly hungry. I went near the canteen to take a cup of milk where my eyes swell on what I saw. Topless, bushy hair, white beard and
mustache, a cloth hanging on a shoulder as towel, a saffron dhothi, with piercing, blazing eyes, stood an old man, all alone.

Such people are mostly ignored by others as they normally are beggars or those who roam around. Even these folks does not bother if the TTR drops them down in some station. Even I thought so. I was more focussed to see if someone else is getting down with the Olai Suvadi (Jeeva Nadi palm leaves).

I took the milk and came back, just then the old man took something out of the towel from his shoulder and placed it in the bench where passengers sit, walked out of the station really fast. There weren’t anyone except him and me. I was not at all interested to see what he kept. But still, some urge happened and that the train would take another ten minutes to start, I went and sat in that bench. I even had a thought “O Lord, the thing kept in the bench, wouldn’t that be my Jeeva Nadi?” The next second came a fear.

He looked like a beggar. To touch whatever he kept is a weird thing to do. What if someone notices me? How embarrassing would that be? What would they think of me? But in spite of all these, I wanted to know what he kept. I moved a little closer and sat. There were about two to three lads smoking and strolling. They even came in my direction. This naturally caused a sense of fear. I pulled my left hand which was slowly moving towards that thing. Another pulse of thrill ran by.

What if that beggar comes back to claim what he kept? My position would become even lower than that of a beggar. If a decision is taken, then one must be firm and never should think of it. I thought, this greed is really bad, where it takes an individual? I was frustrated at myself.

A porter came near me.

He was frustrated that he did not get any customer. He took a cup of milk, scolded someone and sat in the same bench as I. My slightest desire disappeared on seeing this. Without looking at that thing, I looked here and there. The bell rang and I scolded the porter within myself, got up, opened the train gate and climbed up, when I heard that voice, “Hey there! you’re forgetting something.”

I looked back.

The porter was extending that same thing covered in a towel, that which that beggar-like person kept and gone, towards me. Happiness at a side, fear at another. What if this is not my Jeeva Nadi? I thanked the porter and got it. I was embarrassed that I had scolded this good man. I should have helped the porter somehow but I could not. This made me feel guilty.

I had a great urge to open it at once. From its appearance, it did look like Palm Leaves bundle. Come what may! I rushed opened the bundle.

It was…

The same Jeeva Nadi of Agastya Muni, which had disappeared from me at Thirupur. Within this four hours, what sort of a mental agony? Who was that beggar-like old man? Was it Agastya Muni Himself? Why did the Nadi disappear? How did that old man get hold of it? Is he really a beggar or someone who steals in train stations? Even if he is one, why should he keep the Nadi for me to see and rush out? Even if he does so, why should I get this urge to see, that which may possibly be not mine? Why should the porter hand over it to me, thinking it is mine? Are these a dream? I could not get answers.

I am not a devotional person, for the Almighty Himself to come and test. I just show good direction to others. I even do not know how many got mislead by listening to this palm leaves.

But one thing is for sure.

There is a bond between me and Agastya Maharishi. Otherwise, there is no purpose of this reaching me again, which I wanted to get lost from me. Should I say this a miracle? Or is this Agastya Muni playing a game for a time pass? Or has the Maha Muni given His approval to read Nadi for others? I was now in a happier confusion. I wasn’t sure if the Nadi reaching me again was for good or is a basement for something weird to happen.

Even at that midnight, even when I was not so clean, I wanted to know what the Maha Muni says. I opened the Jeeva Nadi. Every word that He mentioned took me to surprise. One of them was that “There is a breakage going to happen in Sukra, which is not good for Bharath (India).” It was later clear that it was a comet.

~ to be continued…!

 

The GOS – 93 – Nadi disappeared, again!

The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.

The mill owner was grieving that none of the treatments were of any use and that there won’t be any heir for his wealth. Adding to this, his
relatives were ready to resort to rituals based on Atharvana Veda against him. He had faith on his prayers. He had but decided to write off all his property to charity and to commit suicide with his family. The cancer in his bone had made him reach that decision as well.

As they wanted to have the darshan of Lord Balaji before they carry on with their decision, they had met me in the Tirumala. What happened
thereafter including the decision made by that girl when no one was at home that and what turned as jubilant is indeed a great wonder. An
unnoticed plant changing the fate of the entire family is nothing short of a miracle. I was proud that the Jeeva Nadi had been the reason for all
these.

Not many believed in this and I asked the Maha Muni Himself. He said:

“Those who believe shall, those who don’t, let them not. Those with half- baken belief won’t come searching for you and you don’t have to spend four hours a day in prayer with tension. You could spend your time peacefully.”

In spite of this, I pray to Agastya Muni on behalf of those who seek the Nadi. I request Him that they come here with many a problems. Please do not get their hope disappear, which will in turn affect me too. Moreover, the Jeeva Nadi will lose its credibility as well. I say these upfront and only then will I lift the Jeeva Nadi. Whenever I get in to such arguments, the answer that He gives is “Have patience. Everything has a reason. Don’t you think you have that caliber to understand all of that!”

The mill owner was not ready to let me go however, I persuaded him somehow. When I was about to leave, he whispered something in my ears, no it wasn’t an information, it was a bombshell.

“There is a mob which is watching you and your Jeeva Nadi. I therefore think that I should send you off safely. Your cooperation is very much
required.”

“What did I do?!”

“You read what the Maha Muni mentioned, which turned out to be true. But it is not a good news for those who were eyeing my wealth. They are so frustrated about you and can do anything now.”

“How do you know this?”

“I came to know. So I have made a few arrangements. I have booked a ticket in Neelagiri express. Get on that coach. Get down at Thirupur station.”

“Whoa! What drama is all this?”

“Do not speak anything now. Even the walls have ears here, beware!”

“Sir! These thing come in detective novels. I am an astrologer for God’s sake, not a magician. You have made me get stuck here.” – I was frustrated and though I was, I had no one except him to help me.

“Patience…listen carefully to what I have to say. Once you get down at Thirupur, this driver here and his friend will meet you at the station. Go
along with them in their car, they will drop you safely at Chennai.”

I really would have thrown away the Jeeva Nadi in front of everyone and got hold of some train without ticket to Chennai. Either I should have
listened to the words of the elders, where I need not have to roam around with the Nadi OR the Agastya Muni who loves me as His son, should help me out of this situation. Nothing happened. Even if I wanted to ask Him on what would happen, it was an Ashtami day and there won’t be any response from Him.

The mill owner gave me some courage and sent me off. I sat in the Neelagiri express. I must have returned to Chennai directly from Tirumala.
It is my greed to the free ride that got me here. I then decided not to read the Nadi thereafter. I should also be selfish hereafter I thought,
but what to do with the Nadi in my hands?

Let us just leave it here in the train and get down quietly or we should keep that in the Agastya Temple at Pondy Bazaar and get back quietly, I thought. I had only desired that people should be benefitted on reading Nadi but if I begin to get such threats and issues, why do I then need
Agastya’s mercy? My thoughts were running wild. But what is the need for me to jump stations and all that?

I dozed off, eventually and when I woke up, I saw the express crossing Thirupur already and speeding towards Erode. Shocked, I looked out for my baggage, it was there. The bag with Jeeva Nadi? The bag was also there but the Nadi was not inside.

I consoled myself as the ‘trouble is gone’ but the fate had started playing its game differently, I wasn’t just aware.

~ to be continued…!

The GOS – 92 – Poison turns medicine

The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.

Siddha AgastyaHe is ever active, ever merciful and pours love to those who take refuge at Him. GnanaBoomi is humbled to present the Sitthan Arul series in English for its readers. See for yourself if any of these incidents relates to you, if it has any message to you or, if it gives a whole new perception about anything for which you may be looking for an answer. It is indeed true, if you believe in the Siddha Agastya, He is there for you!

The art of using the words properly is not something I knew, even now. Otherwise, I would’nt have made a lose-talk and got stuck myself. This man does not know the reality. I should have simply told that I could read the Nadi only when Agastya Muni would grace me with His approval. I was hesitant whether he would accept it.

He cannot wait either due to the ailment he had. While I was thinking as to how to manage this person, the pleasant air from the mountain and the comfortable car ride in the curvy passage did not capture my attention. I was not expecting at all that he will post such a query.

He smiled at me, “Is there a problem? Why aren’t you answering?”

I thought, we have bloughed and got stuck. Let me ask Agastya Muni, whether this person is lucky or not, I should be. If I am, let us just escape out of this after thanking the Maha Muni earnestly, right back to Chennai. Within which, he further said..

“I first thought that I should drop you at Keezh-Thirupathi (at the basement of the hill). You said you are going to Chennai. I have to go to Coimbatore. It’s alright. I shall drop you in this car till Chennai and then will proceed to Coimbatore. We can talk to Agastya Muni along the way know!”

Oh! This is the next testing phase, I even thought why at all I came to Thirupathi. I cannot open the Nadi to answer his queries. I cannot tell lies either. I cannot interpret from that this person says and repeat the same thing differently.

“O God! Please do not test me like this. I cannot manage. Let the Lord speak OR just as the Nadi got lost from me at Tirumala Hills, let it get lost from me again” – I was frustrated. The basement of the hill had come by then.

“Sir, give me your address in Coimbatore. I shall keep the Nadi in pooja for two days and once He approves, I shall come directly to your house and read it.”

He frowned, “Why?”

“There are some reasons.”

“Then let’s do one thing. Come along to Coimbatore. I am a mill owner and have a bungalow and a house at Mettuppalayam. Stay with me for a couple of days. I shall make all the arrangements.”

I felt like someone is making fun of me, as though saying, “Eh! Hereafter if you even utter the word Nadi, see then! Just tell him the truth and run for life.”

“O Agastya Muni! Please, please appear in Nadi just once this time. I will never open my mouth about Nadi to anyone hereafter, I promise.” – I cried within.

He asked the car to be stopped before Bhima Vilas hotel, then asked, “Do you have any other problems? Should you take off from work? Or should you inform your family? Just say it. I shall make the arrangements.”

“Yes, I must inform my office and my family.”

“Give me the number” – he noted the office number.

“I only have the address of my house as there is no phone at home.”

“That’s fine, give me the address. I shall inform my friend to update your family. The chariman of your office is well known to me. I will call him as well. Don’t worry. So we can proceed to Coimbatore right?” – now he caught me in all angles and so I kept quiet thinking ‘come what may’.

For two days, I chanted the Moola Mantra without a gap and opened the Nadi.

As she hasn’t attained puberty yet, that daughter went out of the house to commit suicide, crossed the garden and the small stream right up to the small peak, has consumed the leaves of a poisonous plant one by one and is lying unconscious. Not to fear for her life. If showed to the doctor, who will give a surprising update. Hasten, at once!” – said the Maha Muni.

You could imagine how I felt, this is indeed a boon, a blessing. I rushed out of the pooja room to meet the mill owner. But I came to know that he had gone to attend a wedding to Thirupur and will return only in the evening. I must not say what I got from the Nadi to anyone other than the mill owner. I thought for a while.

“Is the owner’s daughter there?”

“Oh yes, she is.”

“Check once again and let me know.”

“She does not go anywhere. She remains in the house.”

“Is she now? Please check and let me know.”

“Sir, is there anything important to convey? As she gets up only around 9 in the morning, we shall convey then.”

“Check at once if she is there at home. I shall let you know then.” – I urged the cook.

She gave a look of retaliation and went inside and came out rushing.

“What Amma?”

“She is not in! There was a letter in the table. I don’t know what is written in it…” – she lamented and I caught hold of the letter. It was written in English, “Do not search for me. I am going to commit suicide.” – crisply to the point and she had signed it in a hurry.

I was shocked but rushed them to update the mill-owner and to bring him at once. I then called upon four of the faithful servants and updated them, only half of the matter. They ran out in all four directions. They went to
search for her in the small peak where she found her unconscious, struggling for life. They brought her back and within five minutes, the family doctor came rushing. He checked her thoroughly and suggested her to be admitted in the nearby hospital. As he had said nothing to worry, we were relieved.

The mill owner and his wife came rushing while praying to some thousand Kula-Devatha mentally.

“There is nothing to fear. Only a pleasant update will be given.” – I wrote what I saw in Nadi while in the car. They got back a little hope. The doctor himself came out to welcome us, with a bright smile in his face.

I gave a sigh of relief. They could do anything otherwise, even blame me for everything. I was just praying to Lord Agastya and knew nothing else. The mill owner went inside and came out running, shook my hands, in spite of the fact that he had cancer in his legs, with tears in his eyes. I thought it is because of the daughter being safe and sound, he said:

“Sir! I don’t know how to thank you. The miracle that Agastya Muni had mentioned, has happened. Those poisonous leaves she consumed to end her life, has helped her attain puberty, that which did not happen all these
years. Yes sir, it is true!”

I could not believe my own ears!

~ to be continued…!