[stextbox id=”info” image=”null”]The Grace of Siddha series can be read here.[/stextbox]
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?!
You could imagine my condition. I started trembling and decided that I should inform this to the police. But this fellow wiped off the poison from his lips and gave a thunderous laugh.
“Now sir, I have drunk the remaining poison as well, how would I be alive?”
“What Agasthiyar said is wrong, isn’t it? Just answer me this and that’s enough” – he said.
I shouldn’t delay any longer. Somehow I must make him go to a hospital – my heartbeat increased fast and my body began to tremble. I made him sit in the entrance and went in to the Pooja room. The Holy Ash (Bhasm or Vibuthi) and the Sandalwood paste applied on the Palazhi Nava Bhashana Murugan idol that I had got a few days back took my eyes. Here a little about Nava Bhashana. The Nava Bhashana is a rare medicinal substance with Nava meaning 9 and bhashana literally meaning poison.
The Siddha Bhogar is an expert in making an extraordinary combination with these 9 poisonous substances, which is deadliest even if a tiniest of the mixture becomes incorrect, on whose composition only the Siddhas know. The Subramanya Swamy idol at Palani is made by Siddha Bhogar with this Nava Bhashana where the materials comes in to contact with the idol carries that medicinal value, such as Abhisheka water, Holy Ash, Sandalwod paste etc. For ages, the holy prasad from Pazhani has been considered as an antidote for many a ailments, both physical and spiritual.
A nice website about Pazhani and Sage Bhogar can be found here.
I took a little from both the Bhasm and Sandalwood paste and came rushing to the entrance, “here, eat this” – I gave the Prasad and water. I do not know what he thought, but he consumed the Prasad without asking any questions. He then looked here and there, stared at me and said “ok then, I shall see you” and began to set off.
I was longing for when he will say this and I felt a great peace.
“Ok, take care, the hospital is just nearby and it’s good if you go there” – I said.
“Oh you just have consumed poison. Go at once. Shall I come along with you, just in case?”
“No, I shall go myself, Agasthiyar Himself has told know, that there isn’t a death for me, why should I go to hospital?” – he said with a sarcasm and went.
I watched him going. His walking was firm. I prayed to Agasthiyar earnestly, that he shouldn’t get in to any danger. I could not sleep for the whole night thinking as to what sort of a news will reach when. I kept peeping out every half an hour.
It was 3 in the morning. I offered my usual prayers to Agasthiyar and asked “why should that elderly person come here and trouble me, is he alive or not?” through the Nãdi.
“My beloved son, he is alive. Also, he is very healthy as the trouble he had with his intestine for long is also gone”. He roamed as a nomadic for 20 years through which he got this trouble, and it did not get cured in spite of many a medication. He went to Kolli Hills as told by someone where the herbs given by some sidhdhas were beneficial to some extent. But not completely. Then he came here searching for me. As he is a Shiva Bhakth, We thought of curing him. But as the stomach-ache was unbearable, he consumed poison and came to you. Though the decision was hasty, there was a merit in it too. The Navabhashana Vibuthi (holy ash / bhasm) and Sandalwood that you gave to save him has cured his stomach-ache completely. Else, he would have suffered of cancer” – said the Sage.
“If so, what about the poison he consumed?”
“As he believed in Agasthiya completely, the poison’s effect was also subdued by the Holy Ash and Sandal. The poison he took combined with the Vibuthi and Sandal has become a great medicine for his intestine problem” – said Shri Agasthya.
“Its a surprise indeed!” – I wondered.
“What’s surprising in it? There are some incidents awaiting to happen in his life on hearing which, you will be awestruck I tell you” – He concluded.
“Everything is fine. A millionaire having lost interest in his life has become a beggar. Through your grace, can’t you make him reunite with his family?” – I asked in a distressed tone.
“Wait for some time and you will know a few things about him. But before that, he has to face a few hurdles!” – said the great Siddha.
The moment he said this, about 7 or 8 guys barged in all of a sudden having all sorts of sharp weapons in their hand with their slaughterous eyes reflecting cruelty. The very first thing they asked was this: “It seems a person resembling a hermit visited here, do you know where he is now?”
The threatening in their tone was terrifying and my tongue got stuck in the upper jaw, as it did not want to speak up!
I looked at the person who asked me that question. His face reflected absolute cruelty and brutality. I glanced at the rest of the gang. It seemed they were in search for this person for a very important reason. There must have been a mystery behind these guys searching for the person who went missing many years back. If they can search him for such a long distance, the reason could be either they wanted to kidnap him or they must be thinking that till this rich-oldie remains alive, they cannot consume the wealth and so they must kill him. – my instinct said.
I shouldn’t just let them, but should try to convince them and change their mindset – I thought.
I asked the person who appeared to be their leader to sit down. He refused at first but then sat next to me quietly.
“Do you need water to drink?” – I asked.
“No need!” – he answered as that of a rogue.
“Fair enough, do any of your companions need water?” – I persisted.
“They won’t either!” came the reply.
“Ok, why are you searching for that hermit?”
“There is no need to tell you that, just tell us where he is now” – his tone lacked the respect. After a brief silence, I continued…
“I don’t know who he is or where was he from. He came here suddenly at night. It seemed that he consumed poison due to some distress. Then he went by his way himself. That’s all” – I said.
“Why should he come to you?”
“To read Nãdi”
“Nãdi means?” – he intervened.
I explained him about Nãdi patiently. I don’t know what he felt but he listened to all of it with undeterred attention.
“So if we ask Agasthiya, he will just disclose everything like phat phat phat, you say?”
“Yes, but it depends upon individual’s fate / bhagyam” – I said!
He wanted to ask something very earnestly. He asked his fellow mates to sit down and asked for water himself.
I gave them water.
“Where is that guy now? Ask Agasthiyar if he is alive or not and tell me” – he said.
“Why are you asking just about that person alone?”
“We have to deliver him to a person!”
“So, what if you deliver?”
“Lot of money! We can be happy for a few days”
“Then…?” – when I asked this, he couldn’t control his frustration.
“Those things cannot be said now. Ask where that guy is!” – he commanded.
I realized he cannot be persuaded that easily. “O Bhagavan, please show a good way out, without any harm to any life” – I prayed to the Maha Muni and picked up the Nãdi and read it, a few minutes passed by.
“Oye what you’re quiet, are you cheating?” – asked one of the companion sarcastically.
The chief commanded him to be quiet. “Well nothing, when I asked Agasthya, He started telling about you and your family, that’s why I am thinking” – I said quietly.
The chief did not believe at first. Then “Aha! is he telling about me? What does he say? Tell me, tell me” – he got a little interested.
I summoned up some courage and started reading what I saw in the Jeeva Nãdi. I was worrying if he will understand any of this. What if I say something and he understands something else and out of frustration, he might end up doing anything – I worried.
“Your name is Ezhumalai and you have 3 wives. The first two doesn’t have any children and there was a child born to the third. It was ok during the birth but now its eye sight is not good. In fact, in about 6 months the child will lose its eye sight completely. Lakhs of rupees are needed for the treatment of this kid for which you are even ready to kill!” – when I said this slowly, he got up at once.
I began to tremble a little. I even thought – “looks like I said something wrong, Agasthya has got me stuck with this killer”. The guy who got up fell down on my feet! He couldn’t talk, with tears filling up his eyes. The companions fell in shock on seeing what he did.
“Yes sir! Whatever you said is all true. If this old man is killed, they said they will give me 3 lakhs of rupees out of which I thought I will treat the kid and hence I got in to this task” – he said it with an open heart and with a bit of courage.
My stomach had various reactions on hearing this but his companions seldom liked this blabbering from their chief.
“Committing this murder, and with “that” money is how should you look a way out for your kid’s eye-sight?” – I asked.
“Let us ask Agasthiyar. Will you do what he says?”
“O for sure Sire!” – he said.
Having seen a change in his rogue-attitude, I began to read Nãdi happily.
“You already have a lot of Brahma-Hathi dosha. In your previous birth, you had hit a young boy with Poovarasam tree (Umbrella tree or Thespesia Populnea) stick on which he lost his eyesight. That karmic effect has made your child lose his eyesight. If you kill another life and get that money to treat your kid, there will not be an eye sight for your kid other than mere spending of that money” – said Agasthiyar. The chief looked at me as to “what next?” with a pitiful look.
“Isn’t there any way to get back the eyesight of my child?” – he asked.
Agasthiyar continued “If you want your child’s eyesight back, there are three ways”.
“One, you must get rid of this act of murder completely. Second, visit Kolli Malai and get treatment from a sidhdha living there for three months for the child and….” I narrated the third. After hearing the third, he screamed from the bottom of his belly “That, I cannot do!”
~ to be continued…