53 – Is Witchcraft true? – Part 3

The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.

 These are not stories. They are real incidents. Read through these and do reflect if anywhere, anything in these series is resonating with your own self. Do you feel any of these telling anything to you? Do you feel yourself that any of the phrase is a reflection of yours? Is there an answer to you in these?!

We just wanted to know if witchcraft is true, but seldom expected that it will turn out to be a potential “interactive session with ghost”. My friend though courageous, he hesitated and slightly shivered on thinking about an encounter with ghost on an Amavasya day. Even though this experience is begotten through Agastya Muni and therefore no harm is expected, my mind began to think that there must be some relation between witchcraft and ghosts. Otherwise, the Maha Muni won’t suggest me to enter in to such a thing.

Hinduism beliefs that our ancestors live in the form of spirit and they appear in Agni to bless us when we offer our prayers on their Thithi day or on a Amavasya day. Even Christians those who live in countries like England have witnessed the presence of ghosts in some mansions but were failed to take photographs of them, I had read in some papers. People who follow Islam too believe in such things. Some of them even perform rituals to make use of the good spirits and to drive off the evil ones.

Though ghosts is a term which is not accepted completely by many, it is widely believed in its shadowy form. So I accepted to listen to Sage Agastya on what He will instruct.

It was an Amavasya day!

People came to meet me enthusiastically but said “So looks like you’re all set to meet the ghost. Carry a metal piece or a knife just in case. Then tell us what happened!” Some said “Sir, do not mistake me for saying this. I respect the Sage Agastya very much. But I cannot accept in such things as witchcraft etc. He is a Siddha, sure. But He should not come in Jeeva Nãdi to fool us or to scare us off” – they opined in their half-secularist mindset.

Those who came to meet me on that day was great in number than usual. Though I did not read the Nãdi for anyone, I felt that everyone is looking at me like the “sacrificial goat”. The friend who promised “I sure will come” did not turn up until 7 in the evening. Apart from this, I need to check the Nãdi to know what I am supposed to do, so I prayed to Agastya Muni and opened the Jeeva Nãdi.

That one who is named after Venkatavan (Lord Balaji of Thirupathi) will not come as he is mentally scared. His wife has convinced him enough that he is now at the sanctum of Thiruvallur Vishnu’s shrine. About 40 stones distance (a variation to measure distance on those days, also called as milestones) from here, there will be an Ayyanar’s statue (a village deity who appears in huge forms, big mustache and a fearful look. See Ayyanar) in the middle of the road. If prayed to Him by standing there, a bhairava (dog) will come. Follow that dog for a distance. There you will spot a new building which is half-constructed. Stand there on the southern side where a tree is. We will instruct you further there. Go at once! You are being instructed to be there right at midnight” – said the Sage!

Villages of Tamilnadu contain great a legends out of which, Ayyanar holds a prominent role of Protector.
Villages of South India contain great a mysteries and legends out of which, Ayyanar holds a prominent role of Protector.

My friend got married only recently. He had informed his wife that he is all set to meet a ‘ghost’ with pride. The wife got scared that nothing should happen to him, made a big issue out of this and sent her husband to the Shrine of Lord Veera Raghave Perumal. It is better to see the Lord than to see the ghost, that too on a Amavasya day, said the wife and took him there, the Sage clarified in the Jeeva Nãdi.

Though my friend accepted this as true, I was a bit unhappy that he did not come. But there was no use in delaying further and so I set forth alone in the direction that Agastya Muni showed, with only Jeeva Nãdi in my hands. It was a surprise indeed that no one was ready to even drop me in a car or a two wheeler to that place. The spot which the Maha Muni mentioned came and I got down from the bus.

In the middle of the road, the only breathing thing was me. But there stood a majestic Ayyanar statue bearing a sword, mace and a big mustache. I looked around. It was an ordinary village with huts placed here and there at a distance. The agricultural lands have been converted to plots whose white stone markings were visible even at that night.

Fireflies circled around was slightly interesting to watch. The bus I got down disappeared from eye sight. As it was the last bus that goes to the village, there weren’t anyone I could see. I switched on the torch I carried to check the time. It was 11.40 in the night. We are going to see a ghost in about half an hour, which is absolutely a new experience, I stood there with my heart beating faster when the black dog which was lying down all this while stood up suddenly with its ears pointing upwards and began to move. I followed it swiftly.

En route, I saw snail-shells, small stones used for construction, broken pot pieces, plants with thorns, unpaved road – all of these took its toll on the feet.

All of a sudden…

There was a strange noise, as though ten owls screamed together, that made even my tough heart tremble for a second. I even thought “Let’s go back right away”. To pray for sometime, I opened the Jeeva Nãdi right there.

Fear not! Why fear when I am Here? Your journey will happen without any obstacle” – the Maha Muni said in glowing letters.

I felt very thirsty.

There was a well and a water tank nearby. I slowly went near the water tank thinking that I should not fall back in to the well accidentally. I could not even find out if there was water inside due to the darkness and hence I swayed my hand inside.

There was water!

I gathered some water with both hands and drank, washed my face as well. With the help of the torch light, I came back to the pathway where the dog was standing as though waiting for me. As soon as I came, it started walking as if its showing the way.

I was following the dog as if I was carried away by some force but never felt that I was doing it out of my own conscience. “Who am I? Why am I following this dog? Is this necessary to be in this situation?” – such thoughts never occurred to me at that time, which surprises me to this date.

As soon as the black dog stood in front of the building which was half-constructed…I do not know from where all those dogs came. All of them began to howl loudly, looking at that building, except that black dog! It did not even bark and stood right there. Until now the black dog which I was thinking that it took me near the building, was not to be seen thereafter, which surprised me! But that fearsome howl of about twenty to twenty five stray dogs appeared as if they are chasing something while they howl.

“That something”, whichever direction it went, the dogs will follow and howl. If “it” stops, the chasing would stop too! But the howling would continue, piercing the darkness, and would fall back slowly out of fear. This hide-and-seek happened for about seven minutes in the northern and southern side of that building.

“Is this the ghost? I came here only to see this?” – I thought and opened the Jeeva Nãdi right there.

Wait and see. Till it climbs the stair case, the howling will continue, then you climb the staircase too” – said the Maha Muni and disappeared!

That howl did not seem to wake up anyone in those nearby huts as nobody came with a torch or a stick in hand. There wasn’t any watchman in that building or else, he sure would have come asking “who’s that?”. No one turned out. Neither did a voice come to chase these dogs out.

At that time, I felt there was a form which walked nearby my side and went towards the terrace which faced outwards. I summoned up courage and pointed the torch towards that ‘form’.

But…

The torch did not lit up. I tapped it, shaked it, did all that’s possible, but it won’t come up, even with those new batteries inside. In fact, even the torch is a new one.

You could imagine my condition. I was totally shaken. The fear of how to find out the way out caught me now. “Ok, ok, Agastya Muni will take care. Whatever will happen, let it happen” – I stopped the wavering mind with that thought and looked up the stair case where that ‘form’ went.

It appeared as if it kept climbing up and coming down the stairs. When it climbs up, the howling would stop. When it comes down, the howling will resume and the dogs would chase it. It appeared funny at the same time was causing great amount of fear in my stomach. I was wondering at this rare sight for about ten minutes. Then the dogs began to drift off and the howling came down slowly, I slowly went near the stairs and kept my step on the stairs.

Right at that time, I felt as if someone lifted me to the terrace with such an enormous force. I am merely reading the Agastya Jeeva Nãdi and am telling whatever good it is, to people. For such a person, how is it fair to get caught in such a thing?” – I thought.

But…

I realized that probably Agastya Muni wanted to show me this ghost as an example of what witchcraft means. Before I could think as to “what” or “who” bought me up with such a terrible force, right before my eyes…

I could see a foggy form of a girl wearing a half-saree, standing right opposite to me, which I could see clearly in that Amavasya darkness of 1 AM!

Now, myself and that ‘form’ were standing very close, facing each other!

 

~ to be continued…!

Image courtesy: Lord of Nerur

The Grace of Siddha – 42 – The lesson I learned…

The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.

These are not stories. They are real incidents. Read through these and do reflect if anywhere, anything in these series is resonating with your own self. Do you feel any of these telling anything to you? Do you feel yourself that any of the phrase is a reflection of yours? Is there an answer to you in these?!

When a 26 year old girl was brought in front of me by her sister, I myself felt a sort of fear. She was reduced to skeleton and was not able to step forward even once and was gasping. None can tell that she is just 26 by her appearance because she appeared like a 12 year old. She wore a normal shirt and skirt. She could not talk and even if she manages to do so, the voice appeared as if its coming out from a hollow.

“What’s the matter?”

“She is my sister, aged 26. Both the kidneys have stopped functioning and is struggling for her life everyday. We have come here in faith of Agastya Muni. Please tell us some good” – said the sister.

“How long does the problem persist? Did you take her to any doctor?

“Its there for one and a half year. All our property, even the mangalya has been sold, but there has been no improvement”

“What? Did you sell the Mangalya? Does it mean she is married too?”

“Yes. Once they knew that she has this disease, her husband abandoned her, never to come back”

Those words hit me hard. I felt terribly shaken. The husband himself has forsaken her. What sort of an atrocity is this? It is now that he must be with her, my lips murmured.

“She was a beautiful girl before the marriage. Her college life ended in love, which progressed to a wedding. One and a half month right after the marriage, one of her kidneys stopped functioning. In another one and a half year, the other one failed too”

“This is truly a miserable incident” – I said.

“We did not take even this as a worst incident. But what hit us hard was the attitude of her husband, thinking that she won’t be of any use to him anymore. I have come here with immense faith on Sage Agastya. Please request the Sage to guide us to save my sister” – when the sister cried profusely, my heart sank.

I looked at the girl. It appeared that if f this condition prevails, she may not even survive for a week. I also came to know that this sister, with her meager salary and by eating once a day, is taking care of this girl’s medical expenses.

What sort of a miracle is the Sage going to create to save this girl, I thought and prayed to Him and Shri Hanuman and opened the Jeeva Nãdi.

The Sage outlined the girl’s past life’s stories and said that this girl will continue to live and that an unknown person will provide her kidney and so not to fear. Though He said these words, I myself felt that the reply was not so satisfactory. When will she get the help? Who is the person? From where will he come? How will he help? Till then, will this girl be able to survive? Will the help be in the form of money or a donation of kidney? There were no answers for these questions from Agastya Muni.

How many ever times I asked these questions, the reply were the same. So I consoled the sister and this girl and send them off. For the remaining of the day, the girl’s face kept coming in my mind.

Four months passed by.

On that day, somehow, the messages I received were just the opposite from being a good news.

With a half-mind, when I opened the Jeeva Nãdi, I heard a voice at the entrance. The sister alone was standing there. I consoled myself and prepared to receive what she was going to say.

“How is your sister Amma?” I asked.

“She is doing good. It has been two months since the kidney operation took place. I came here to convey this news to you”

“Can you please repeat that clearly again?”

She repeated the same, with happiness.

As per me, it could have been four months since the girl could’ve passed away. But as Agastya Muni said, she survived. How was this possible? I invited the girl inside and asked how this miracle happened. I have given here what exactly she said.

“I went to a magazine’s office to advertise requesting help. On the way, I met the sister of my sister’s husband and I explained my sister’s condition to her. I do not know what she felt. She took me to a person, a Government Doctor. He listened to my story and asked me to take my sister to the hospital. I took my sister there the next day itself. He carried out various tests and said if the relative of someone who has died unnaturally comes forward and if the kidney and blood matches with your sister’s, then we can do the transplantation”

I got excited.

“But five days passed by and nothing happened. I began to worry and prayed to Agastya Muni”.

On the sixth day morning.

The parents of a young man who died in an accident agreed to donate his organs and so the kidney was transplanted to my sister. Agastya’s words became true. My sister is recovering fast now” – she concluded.

This has happened as if like a cinema and this indeed is a miracle, I said to myself. But I wanted to ask the Maha Muni himself and opened the Jeeva Nãdi.

Those who seek the guidance of Agastya Muni do get doubtful when it takes a little while to happen as We said. We will forgive them. But my beloved son, you, have doubted the sayings of Agastya. Even now, you are doubtful as to how it happened.

Hence…

From now on for the next 27 days, I will not appear for you and give clairvoyance to anyone. Not only that, you must do pradakshina (circumambulate) on the Aru Padai Veedu (the six sacred temples of Lord Subramanya namely Thiruparangundram, Thiruthani, Swami Malai, Thiruchendur, Pazhamudhir Cholai and Pazhani) and do 108 namaskaram (prostration) at my shrines there. Else, Agastya will not remain with you” – the Sage whipped me!

As there was no other go, only after I visited the Aru Padi Veedu and prostrated before the shrine of Agastya Muni for 108 times in each shrines that the Maha Muni came back to me!

~ to be continued…!

The Grace of Siddha – Episode 3

 

The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.

 

These are not stories. They are real incidents. Read through these and do reflect if anywhere, anything in these series is resonating with your own self. Do you feel any of these telling anything to you? Do you feel yourself that any of the phrase is a reflection of yours? Is there an answer to you in these?!

That place had a fertile look from the surface midst the woods and a mountain. There was a small town nearby as well, about a hundred plus individual houses with the main occupation being agriculture. It’s never a dry land, thanks to the small river running by. A leisurely stroll on a narrow lane for about 5 kilometers takes to the path outside the town that leads to the forest. With the forest’s one end begins here, the other end joins the state of Kerala. It didn’t seem like there were wild animals present there though.

The villagers hear the howling of foxes at times in the night. Nobody ventures in to the forest during the day. To gather twigs and to feed the cattle on the grassland, many venture in to the forest. With the perennial stream of clear water nearby, there wasn’t any shortage for the cattle. On the southwest side of the forest, the bamboo trees catches fire all of a sudden, that too only in the midnight of summer. The blissful villagers, unaware of the fact thought that it was a ghost and shut themselves inside and hung broomsticks and sandals outside their houses, a belief that the ghost will not enter their house if they did so. When the fire quenches, a few brave lads used to barge in to take a look. On one of these occasions, what they found is…

Badra Kali
Badra Kali – Image Courtey Fanpop

…that of 12 hands, terrifying canine teeth, ferocious face with reddish scary eyes, with spear and trident (Trishul) in hands, wearing a garland of skull, stood an image of Badra Kali as if thirsty to taste blood. With the image being present in an isolated place, anyone who visits there will get terrified with the ferocious look of Badra Kali, especially when seen suddenly it will look as if a woman wielding a trident is about to attack.

The lads reported what they saw. Some feared that if they do not give offertory, the Kali might take their lives in the nights. Just as they thought, in a few days, some of the goats they sheltered were found in a pool of blood, killed cruelly. They tried to convince themselves in vain that it must have been the act of wild animals in the woods. Again, some bullocks of that village faced the same fate. After this, the entire village made arrangements to build a temple for Kali to quench her anger. Initially, all the villagers visit the temple once in a week and give offerings and return by late afternoon.

None of the animals got killed thereafter. So they believed that the Badra Kali has indeed become satisfied. Day by day, this resulted in the villagers visiting the temple once in a month, which further reduced to once in a year.

Having said these…in the recent times, a criminal named Achyuthan accused for several killing and looting was looking out for a proper hide-out from the police, spotted this temple. One could easily glance up to a kilometer from this temple to know who is coming towards the hill. Moreover, the hut that the villagers had constructed nearby the temple offered him a comfortable shelter. A stream nearby and firewood easily obtained from the forest made his life a lot easier for cooking.

If he went down to the village in search of food, he could easily persuade the villagers that he is the priest of the BadraKali temple sent by Kali herself or that he is an occult, so to scare them off. Plus, he could easily hide from the police or so as he thought. This being a Kali Yuga, this idea was helpful for him. He decided to carry on with his plan on a midnight and propagated that “I am the priest of the Badra Kali Amman Temple and that Badra Kali herself is my Mother!”.

He eventually became very influential and people started fearing him.

At the same time, he did not spare the young girls who came to the forest in search of firewood. Those who did not comply with his desire were mercilessly killed by him. He would bury them and broadcast that the girl was taken away by the tiger and that the efforts he took to save her from the tiger went in vain.

The innocent villagers believed him!

During this time, a man of about 35 years ran out of the house due to poverty and got stuck with Achyuthan owing to his bad fate. Achyuthan took advantage of the situation and kept him under his clutches. “Listen, if we sacrifice a firstborn baby to this Badra Kali, She will show us the whereabouts of immeasurable treasure. The baby should not be from this village and must not contain any physical disabilities and should be beautiful”. – he said.

“Bring such a kid. If we sacrifice her, we can live happily ever after with the whopping treasure” – he persuaded the lad. The constant persuasion got the lad confused who eventually gave up and began the quest for a firstborn child.

~ to be continued…