Janani
Satvika Jnana Thapaswini & Janani Amala Jnana Thapaswini
Hiranmayena
Patrena Satyasya Apihitam Mugham - the face of truth is
hidden by a golden vessel. Several sages tried to open that golden vessel
undertaking great pain and suffering and disappeared behind the veil of time.
Although we have known about such souls from Guru, it was when we witnessed the
wailing soul of a great Rishi, the magnitude of that pain twirled and seized
the chords of heart.
A dry morning in the
month of Makaram (Malayalam Era 1161):
We were on a pilgrimage to Kanyakumari along with Guru and the children of
Santhigiri Vidyabhavan. The long-held desire of these children who were
fortunate to receive Gurukula education
- the lost tradition of modern India - was getting fulfilled. They were
chanting the Guru Gita verses, which they had memorized, with an unknown
passion during the trip. The atmosphere reverberated with the mantras
glorifying Guru, which were denied and unapproachable to their ancestors. Let these
echo shaking all living beings that are unaware of this truth because of the
selfish motive of the priestly class and its willful treachery.
We reached the precincts
of Sucheendram temple around twelve. In all the traveled paths, the ancestral
souls of different characters, traits and tendencies were screaming and running
behind us, understanding the presence of Guru. Some of them ran away and hid
themselves. Some of them danced with joy. Some of them cried for liberation,
while some were annihilated. They were souls wandering for many ages seeking
salvation through the dust fallen from the feet of a mahatma. Those who sought
refuge attained peace. At our arrival, the population of such spirits
surrounding the temple increased than the normal. The deities appeared in front
of us even before we could enter the temple. There were great rishis, devas and
celestials among them. There were Atri Maharshi and Anasuya in front. The great
Rishi ran up to Guru and prostrated offering flowers.
We entered the temple.
Normally, Guru does not enter any temple. There is a reason. If it were worship
time, the deities there would beseech us to tell Guru not to enter then because
it was the worship time. ‘If Guru comes inside, we have to get up. And when we
receive worship, we are unable to do so’. Therefore, at this place too, Guru
waited outside the temple courtyard. Sitting inside the temple, we meditated on
Guru. The kundalni was aroused.
The origin, existence
and dissolution aspects of the temple flashed before our mind’s eye. The
sacrificial life of Atri Maharshi, his soul effulgence and its status could be
known. Then the ethereal figure of Guru became manifest with the radiance of a billion
suns. The Maharshi touched the feet of Guru and said with tears: ‘I have one
submission before You; the people should know the reality, truth and prominence
of this place. Your grace should be there for that. It was the heart-rending
cry of a soul of self-sacrifice - the cry of a Mahatma who did penance without
even a spare cloth and whose hunger had to be satisfied with a morsel of food
by begging, and who, suffering mist, sun, rain and wind, left the frame
reaching the heights of spiritual realization.
It is that power of
penance, which is maintaining the greatness of that place in reality. That
truth is hidden with the golden vessel. The name Sucheendram is so known
because Indra was purified in that place. The people do not know the Soul who
was capable of sanctifying. In his place, the priestly class is worshipping
Indra, Trimurti, Sri Ram, Sita and
Hanuman. Pity, the poor people offer garlands of vada to Hanuman, who is installed on the Maharshi’s samadhi. When the holy water from the
Maharshi’s feet was sprinkled, the Trimurti
gods were turned into infants - that is the story. That story is sculpted on
the walls too. Ironically, however, the worship is to the Trimurti.
In the history of which
temple has the truth not been concealed? Were the Devi temples not established
on the blood of Buddha Bhikshus? Even if it is the samadhi of a mahatma, a
devi or deva would be installed there and people will be misled. With the
passage of time, the number of devas and devis would increase according to the
desire of tantrics. Some irrational
myths also would be created. The sacrificial lives of mahatmas who had come
until now were covered by myths related to the worldly drama of devas.
Is there no escape for
these mahatmas? Generations that had blindly believed in all these. Is there no
escape for them too? There is now the modern generation, which does not believe
in these myths, denying them with rationality and intelligence. Just by denial,
you are not going to get salvation. The ancestral souls of your family are
entwined with the deities and gods, and they are after you wielding their
swords. You have to seek a Guru for their liberation. Break the golden vessel
that hides truth and relish the truth.
The Soul of that
Mahatma who is painfully trying to show you the golden vessel - that pain has
been submitted at the right place, at the feet of a Jnani, who has known the depth of that pain. It has been submitted
at the feet of the medium that Brahman has deputed to lead humanity to Satya
Yuga, redeeming it from all deviations. Have Your eyes also moistened from the
reflection of that submission! You raised him up with compassion as if he were
your own soul and consoled him. ‘Let
twelve years pass away! Then there will be an occasion’.
These words made the
Maharshi full of joy. However, the pain of the Maharshi still stirs the mind.
Pity the people who do not know this. O’ God! If you had given the ethereal
vision to all to observe these things happening in the subtle! I declare loudly
to the liberationists, compassionately avoiding the rationalists who ridicule
this as mental delusion. What is the way for you to know the actual truth of
this kind of experiences? If there are Jnanis,
let them experience it. Otherwise, there is only the help of astrology. Let
them clarify it with astrolabes.
(Santhigiri
Malayalam Adhyatmika Masika, September, 1986, translated into English by
Mukundan P.R.)
