The news arrived while Swamiji was in the middle of his healing session. One hand on the man’s sahasrara chakra and the other on his lower back, Swamiji closed his eyes as if he was being transported to a different realm in that time. The devotee waited for Swamiji to finish. A paper was in his hands of the information he received. He felt a surge of excitement rushing through him.
At last, Swamiji slid his hands off of the man’s body.
“It will be healed” he told him in Tamil.
He glanced at the devotee waiting for his attention and nodded, pausing the line.
“We found the land Swamiji!” He told him.
Swamiji smiled wide and nodded once more to the side this time.
“Blessings! Let’s begin the work”
About a year ago, Swamiji revealed to his disciples a vision that he had of the ashram he was going to reside in. He told them about a sacred 300 year old tree that was the abode of Muneeshwara, the lord of sages. He roamed the vast expanse of the tree and the surrounding forest as a guard of the banyan tree. Locks of hair down to his waist, thick anklets wrapped around his angles. 4 rows of gold bells go “chink chink chink” as he walks. He told his disciples how to find that place and instructed them to go and locate it and get the details of the land property.
Finally, a year later, they turned up with the papers for the land as conveyed one more miracle. The land owner was not even close to looking to sell. But he found Swamiji specifically to asking him to take the land. He said that he had a dream where Sadashiva himself told him to donate the land to a guru named Paramahamsa Nithyananda. Once again, a devotee was added to list of those who had dream darshan of our beloved guru. The land itself manifested and manipulated reality so that it was once again in the hands of Sadashiva himself.’
All of Pongianna Goundar’s life, he was suffering from an auto-immune skin disease called Psoriasis. Every day he would go to his father’s samadhi on the banks of Cauvery in Erod. One fateful night, as he was deep in slumber, when the form of his deceased father appeared before him. It startled him. It had been a long time since the remembrance of his father came to him
“Pongu” his father called out to him using his childhood nickname. “There is a sadhu sitting on my samadhi. Ask him for healing from your disease”
On the banks of Cauvery in Erod, a white structure marked the samadhi of a land owner. Swamiji settled under this structure as he ended his parivrajaka. To someone who doesn’t know this young swami is looking for some shade to sit under. Swamiji, however, was seated in his ashram.
Pongianna Goundar left the next morning to the his father’s samadhi where Swamiji was sitting, still startled by the unreal vision that he had the night before. Just as he had dreamed, an orange clad swami sat under the white rock that he has placed there many years before when his father passed away. Suddenly struck by an incredible humbleness to whatever universal power that connected him with this swami, he approached Swamiji and collapsed in front of him in namaskar.
It took a matter of few days for all the psoriasis scars to disappear entirely. His diseased had even progressed to a rare from of arthritis but Swamiji healing energy flowed through his bones and cartilage and rejuvenating every cell. He was a completely new person in a few days. In utter gratitude for the new hope that Swamiji had given him, Pongianna Goundar donated his land around his father’s samadhi to Swamiji.
“Please, Swamiji, accept this” he told Swamiji as he handed him the documents.
Swamiji smiled gracefully and took the paper into his hands.
This land became the first ashram that Swamiji ever established. It became a historical area. Swamiji himself built the hut that he stayed in. From there, for close to a year, he stayed and healed thousands of people just as he healed Pongianna Goundar.