You are Your Intention

During Mahashivaratri in 2015, Paramahamsa Nithyananda’s message was “You are your intention!” He narrated a beautiful story of him and Arunagiri Yogeshwara of his own experience realizing this statement. 

Arunagiri Yogeshwara is an incarnation of Sadashiva himself who gave darshan to Paramahamsa Nithyananda when he was ten years old. Arunagiri Yogeshwara and the young Avatar had a beautiful guru-disciple relationship in those months. He is the only person that The Avatar calls as his guru. He was taught all the scriptures experientially, just by downloading into his inner space all of the text. The Navagrahas were actually summoned down to teach The Avatar their effects on every being. 

Parahamsa Nithynanda narrated one lesson that he learned when Arunagiri Yogeshwara told him the message of Mahashivaratri 2016:

” Whatever intention you have, that you want to become, that is you, other than the psychological, physiological, neurological, experience, perception you go through is NOT you.

If you feel depressed about your body, and your mind, and about yourself or if you feel excited, elated about your body, your mind and about you, whether depression or excitement~ nothing is YOU. Nothing is YOU.

When Arunagiri Yogishwara shared these words with me, the way it entered into my system, they way it became part of my cognition, the way it became part of my reality — from that day never physiological, psychological, neurological, ups and downs can bind me in any way.
 
Listen to this truth and contemplate on it. I will support you to experience that as reality. I still remember he was sitting in Sukhasana, having ha
nd on my shoulder, and said uttered the exact words. He uttered in Tamil. I know for sure if you are a Tamilian you cannot understand this language, because it is classical Tamil.
 
I asked Him, “Then what is me?”
 
He put the next question, “What do you want to become?”
 
Small boy, I just stretched my chest in a wide way and put both my hands on the hip and said, “SADĀSHIVA”.
 
Whatever I heard from the temple lectures, satsangs, books, that is what I know as ultimate. So I put both my hands on the hip and said, looking into His both eyes and said, “SADĀSHIVA”;
The one more reason I put both my hands on my hip, I just want to give Him more space, that He will not take His hands off—His hands will rest comfortably on my shoulder. I was so much in love with Him. I will not miss a chance to have His touch.
He said – “YOU ARE THAT”.
 
It was so clear;.I can see it’s directly from His third eye to my third eye. There was no questions, doubts after that. He Himself explained – “Your intention is the only living mechanism in you. Your intention, what you want to be is only God in you. Your intention is the only living mechanism in you, other than your intention, everything else is matter in you, because of that matter cannot disturb your intention, which is you, you cannot be controlled, affected by the matters in you.

The Sweetest Small Things

  • 13631483_1599283780364065_714778256668261870_nThe morning air is wet after a rainy night as Sumatee swept the rock foundation of Ananda Puri courtyard. She thought simply of Swamiji over and over again. His remembrance radiated within her as if it was a person in itself, a presence with the golden aura of Swamiji himself. The evergreen colored gate was wide open- indicating that Swamiji was out for his morning walk around the grounds of his adheenam.

Suddenly, before she saw him, a deep silence pervaded the area, seeped through the courtyard and the air that she breathed itself. Swamiji approached the gate and glanced at her with a signature smile at his full lips.

Swamiji took his padukas off there at the front of the gate. Them people behind him all continued to walk in with their shoes and sandals still on, not noticing Sumatee, the dust that they would bring in and that she would ultimately clean again. But Swamiji- she knew-
was not at all so careless.

His bare feet walked the stones that she had just swept up all the way to his seat, where she had laid out flowers around the mat that he would rest his feet on. These were simple, small things but they were the sweet moments that deepened the romance she finally felt for her
life since it went dry 10 years ago. The fulfillment that Swamiji brought to her was irrevocable. She would continue to let it fill her until it overflowed for others to taste. 

In her own words 

Feeling so much gratitude towards Guru, Sumatee decided to express that gratitude by going to Guru Poornima. Even being in that space she was grateful. For a few years Sumatee  had been asking her mother to go spend time with with Sumatee eldest sister in the US, but her mother kept saying no, but amazingly her mother said yes, so Sumatee can now attend Guru Poornima. She felt so blessed to be able to show her gratitude to Swamiji among the many who were there. She had decided to stay for 2 weeks and volunteer and maybe visit a temple,  Then Ma Ganga told her since she is going to be here why not do the shiva acharya training so she started. Then 3 days into the training Sumatee got invited to Nithyananda Yogam. She was shocked and ecstatic at the same time. At first she said that she couldn’t stay but when she realized what was being asked she immediately said yes!

Sumatee is a shy person especially around Swamiji, and she doubts her own intelligence. When you are in front of Intelligence Himself Sumatee says she feels she has no mind. Three days into Nithyananda Yogam, Swamiji announced that there are a few people who want to do seva to him by cooking meals for him. Sumatee heard her name called among the names- another surreal moment with Swamiji. Everyone in Sangha wants to cook for Swamiji!!!. OMG was all that ran through her mind because she was in cloud 999.

Got to the kitchen at 5 am and then coming down to reality. She doesn’t know how to cook with the spices. She was born in the west and cooked western style, so some one else came to do the cooking, But Sumatee helped with the cutting up of the vegetables. She was so disappointed in herself. She so wanted to cook for her beloved Guru. Having the opportunity and not being able to fulfill it broke her heart, but she took solace that at least she was able to cut the vegetables that he ate. Sumatee kept asking the people who came to cook to show her and at least guide her through so that she could at least make one dish for Swamiji to have. There were days when Sumatee would come to the kitchen in the morning that no one would be there, so she and another devotee would sweep and clean Ananda Puri. This became the routine: first clean or if kitchen was open chop vegetables and then clean. After the devotee who helped with the cleaning left Sumatee was told to also clean Swamiji swing.

What a gift she thought, and there were some who turned up their noses at her doing cleaning.

HA she thought, I don’t care what anyone think, this is the closest I am to doing such a personal seva, many would give up a lot to do this.

So she continued doing both cleaning and chopping vegetables until one grey morning she was told to go to yoga and then come clean. Sumatee was devastated. She was booted out the kitchen and she can no longer be involved in the making of Swamiji food in anyway. She cried but again took solace that at least she cleaned the ground that he walked on and make ready and clean the swing that he sat on. But Sumatee had the best. Every morning when Swamiji went for a walk she was among the first he would see and in some cases she would be the first he would see when he came down the stairs.

Now, Swamiji knew that Sumatee had some incompletions about not being in the kitchen so he inspired Sumatee to put flowers around the mat that he rested his feet on and the swing and she put a special flower on the table that he uses. On the first day that she put the flowers he so lovingly called them ”Sumatee love flowers”. She overflowed with joy that he accepted, so compassionate is he. In her mind knowing that he did that just for her. Swamiji kept mentioning ”Sumatee love flowers” for a few days and suddenly a lot of people wanted to clean. Sumatee smiled and loved her Guru even more. She was always happy whenever he would give the flowers that she left on his table to someone to be healed. She expanded to offering flowers to all the deities in the courtyard. Sumatee always swept the path that Swamiji’s feet would first touch the ground as he came down the stairs,  where he would hug the trees and blessed them.

On one blessed morning as Sumatee was just finished cleaning the yard in just inside the evergreen gate Swamiji came back from his walk, and with his ever loving cosmic smile he looked at her and he did something she never expected. Swamiji took of his slippers outside the gate and walked where she had just swept BARE FEET!!!”. This was not even in the courtyard, it was outside the courtyard, where people would walk with slippers.

It was his way of saying ”I appreciate what you do and accept it”

But the people who was with him on his walk was in unawares of what Swamiji did and the significance of it. They just picked up Swamiji’s slippers and walked in with theirs still on. The cosmos, ever so compassionate and loving in this body. What a space he carries. Sumatee never looked at cleaning Ananda Puri as work but as being in the state of bliss. One morning she couldn’t find a rose to put on his table but Swamiji led her to the most beautiful pink rose and then the roses was no more where she picked flowers, but Swamiji again, she was sent to help take stock and on her way back she discovered the mother load, a rose garden. She blurted out to the people with her “ROSES! ROSES!” but they gave her a look ”so what”.

The morning Sumatee left, she plucked all the roses she could find and decorated Swamiji’s swing. She left with a heavy heart, but knowing that she was given the opportunity to worship and celebrate Sachala Maruti and the memory and the experience she had and the love and compassion she felt just overflows from within her. The joy and happiness she felt after ten and a half years after loosing her husband to Yama. Life happened in her again. The biggest smile on her face as she took blessing from Swamiji as she left knowing that he did it all for HER.

Under Our Banyan Tree

banyan Sri Rama, a characteristic bow around his shoulder, guarded the lit lamp carefully with his hands as he approached the Shiva Linga. Dense forest crowded the pathway to the west side of the shiva temple. It seemed like yesterday that he was able to sit at the feet of Lord Sadashiva himself and listen to his words fill him up. He promised himself then he would come back once more and tell his closest friend and devotee the secrets that the whole world should know. 

The war had been over for some time now. With Sita and Hanuman, he returned to this sacred banyan tree where he spent time with Sadashiva to dictate and record what he learned at that time. Finally, after reuniting with his beloved wife, Rama got the chance only now. 
The lamp was the last item he needed to ready for his shiva abhishekam. With deepest devotion, once Sri Rama sat bare chested, with his yagnopavitham stuck to his  damp skin, he began chanting. The tree responded to his call. Vibrations spread like ripples in water through the air. Shiva reverberated within each atom of that area. Rama began pouring water over the shiva linga as the rudram passed through lips, like sweet words shared with your love. Water, milk, honey all made the shiva linga glisten. At last, Rama concluded with aarti. He waved the lamp in circles, offering the light to Shiva, as though he was offering the amritatva -the pure white light of our souls- to him. Rama pressed his whole body to the ground then, in a complete namaskar, surrendering completely to the divine.

3-sri-rama-navami-wallpaper.previewI also saw in the Akashic Records, the way through which Raama used to come to our temple everyday and do Puja, Shiva Puja, worship Sadashiva. He used to come from the west side and enter through west side, so the West Gopuram of our temple will be named as RĀMA GOPURAM. And the western tower of our temple will have a complete Rāmāyana in the sculpture form and we will have a Sannidhi dedicated to Rāma, as He lived here and worshipped Sadashiva here.

It was when he lived under the banyan tree that the Nithyananda Sangha worships that Rama delivered the Upanishad to Hanuman. This is Mukthopanishad that we all revere today as one of the greatest scriptures ever made. 

Every Kind of Question

 A kind smile and scruffy, teddy bear looking beard adorns Rohit Mistry’s face nowadays matching the one of his guru, Paramahamsa Nithyananda.

Rohit was the first one who approached me with his own addition to the autobiography.

“I’d love to hear it” I told him and then we sat down in the cool shade of ananda puri courtyard while the sun shone down on the earth around us.

“Actually a few months back during Kumbh Mela, Bhavya and I were wondering why Swamiji forgets names a lot. One time he mixed my name and Neel’s. The other day he said Ma Baladhara and Sri Nirbheda, instead of Sri Baladhara and Ma Nirbedha. We thought that it might be because Swamiji sees us as our past life so he is trying to figure our names of this life”

He continued to tell me, “I asked Swamiji this in the car the other day. He told me, ‘No actually when I see you I see your past, present, future. Everything! It takes me a little time to recognise which form of you is relating with me at that moment'”

“Then Swamiji said, ‘Oh so this is what you all talk about behind my back? You guys are getting your answers straight from the horses mouth'”

“Even I had this kind of relationship with my guru, Rohit” Swamiji continued to explain. “The nine months that I lived around him”

“You asked questions like this?” Rohit asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Oh, I was much worse!” He said with a wide smile. “You don’t know the kind of silly questions I asked!”

Rohit couldn’t help but ask, “What is worse Swamiji?”

With a radiating smile he began, “You don’t know how naughty I was with him. One day, we were sitting outside of his cave as we usually sit. One lady in a green sari was walking by. We both looked at her. I told him then, ‘Change her sari’. Arunagiri Yogeshwara just laid his eyes on her and suddenly her sari was red”

The entire car erupted in laughter and unbelievable reactions. Swamiji’s own laughter rung like temple bells in the air.

“The lady was so shocked! She couldn’t handle herself so she just ran away!” Swamiji said through fits of laughter. “Can you imagine? Just changing the whole color of the sari like that…”

Rohit told Swamiji then, “Swamiji, you’re giving me ideas”

“No, no, no. Relax, relax” Swamiji responded quickly.

Rohit and I laughed together in the present, his eyes playing out the scene for me see. His connection with Swamiji was my gateway into Swamiji’s own connection to Arunagiri Yogeshwara. Like this, it was as if just hearing these words fixes the chain link between me and Sadashiva himself. I understood, immediately, that this was the purpose of sharing other people’s stories of their connection to Swamiji. Entanglement with the guru is such that when you share the open ends of your connection with him to someone else, they will also become one with the most ultimate metaphysical net that there ever was.