Written by Sathya Shivakumar โ HSTD
Edited by Shivakumar Chandrasekaran โ HSTD
Continuing on our path, we approached the sacred ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ, ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐. Here, the Narmada River converged with its tributary, the Kauvery (not to be confused with the Cauvery in the south). Prior to reaching the Sangam, we had bought packets of black gram, vermilion, and flowers. Standing at the river’s edge, we immersed ourselves in its sanctity, offering these sacred items to the flowing waters. To our surprise, our humble offering attracted unexpected guestsโa cow and a goat, who delightedly feasted upon the lentils while we watched in awe. Deeply moved, we performed Arti to honor the river, and with reverence, we sprinkled its holy water upon our heads, invoking the presence of our Guru and ancestors in our hearts and minds.
Next, we proceeded to the ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐, a sacred place renowned for absolving debts and granting liberation. As we performed the circumambulation around the shrine, we witnessed numerous devotees offering black gram to the Shiva Linga as a part of the ritual. The monkeys in the vicinity gleefully partook in the lentils, adding a touch of liveliness to the atmosphere. It was evident to us that the true essence of this offering was instantaneously realized. As we soaked in the serenity of the place, the sight of ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ค๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก caught our attention.”Dwaraka surely beckons us…but don’t know when!”
We proceeded with our parikrama, which had transformed into a dancing parikrama. Every corner of Narmada seemed to amplify the presence of Lord Shiva, and we expressed our devotion through numerous hymns dedicated to Him. The surroundings, adorned with breathtaking architecture, served as a spontaneous stage with the river gracefully flowing as a backdrop.
As we continued on our journey, we encountered a group of sadhus who bestowed their blessings upon us. We felt humbled and fortunate to receive it.
Our next stop was at a temple dedicated to the ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ขw๐๐ซ, the divine family of Lord Shiva. As we entered the temple premises, a sense of joy enveloped us. With reverence in our hearts, we danced for a heartfelt quote dedicated to Lord Shiva, immersing ourselves in the divine energy from the Shiva Pariwar. Mohanji says, Within the Shiva Pariwar, each one embodies a profound aspect of spirituality:
- Muruga symbolizes the origin of knowledge.
- Ganesha represents the awareness of supreme consciousness.
- Parvati personifies Shakti, the energy that sustains creation.
- Shiva epitomizes the eternal source of silence.
Together, they form a divine family, collectively representing fundamental aspects of cosmic existence and spiritual wisdom
We humbly sought their blessings, deeply connected to the spiritual essence of this sacred place
Our journey led us to a charming and petite ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ซ, as our next stop. We approached the idol of the adorable Lord Ganesha with utmost reverence, and offered a dance of Mooshika Vahana Sloka feeling blessed and protected by His divine grace.
Just behind this was an ancient and visually stunning Shiva temple known as the ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ซ. This temple holds a captivating history. In ancient times, it housed a remarkable linga that possessed a unique quality: it would reflect the past and future of the person standing before it. Unfortunately, this sacred linga was plundered and cast into the fire, resulting in its transformation into a deep black hue. Legend has it that when the Muslim King stood before it, the linga revealed the face of a pig as his future. Enraged and filled with anger, the King impulsively tossed the linga into the fire, forever altering its appearance. Within the premises of the temple, we discovered a grand Nandi statue, exuding a majestic presence. Inspired by the surroundings, we decided to perform the Nandi Chol, a traditional dance dedicated to Lord Nandi, the loyal vehicle of Lord Shiva. With enthusiasm, we embraced the rhythmic movements and expressions of the dance, offering our heartfelt reverence to Lord Nandi. The energy of the sacred space amplified our connection to the divine, creating an unforgettable experience of devotion and grace.
We had an unexpected and delightful coincidence of playing with monkeys before arriving at the Hanumanji Mandir. It reminded us that the universe is a reflection of who we are. Afterward, we arrived at the ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐, where the idol of Hanuman rested in a reclining position. As we approached, the elderly lady who took care of the temple blessed us while we made a humble offering. Immersed in devotion, we danced and chanted hymns dedicated to Hanumanji, and the kind-hearted old lady expressed her appreciation for our devotion.
We eagerly seized every opportunity to offer water and perform ablution to the Shivalinga, keeping Mohanji’s words resonating in our ears: “Not even a drop of water on Lord Shiva goes unrecorded!” Amidst our journey, we encountered a small Shiva linga that was open to the fiery sun. Promptly, we purchased a bottle of water and reverently offered it to the linga. To our amazement, within moments, we witnessed the weather undergo a sudden change, with a cloud cover appearing instantly. We were thrilled by this enchanting occurrence unfold before our eyes.
After experiencing moments of profound bliss dancing to the hymn Shivaakantha Shambo in front of a huge Trishool, we proceeded through the grand entrances of ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐ (๐๐จ๐จ๐ง) ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ (๐๐ฎ๐ง) ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ. The expansive niches on either side appeared to be the perfect stage for our next offering. Taking a moment to prepare, we diligently swept the area clean and began performing another hymn. To our surprise, the priest stationed at the niche observed our dance with sheer amazement, captivated by our devotional expression.
After navigating through the undulating terrain of the hills, we finally reached the temple, presently protected by the Archaeological Survey of India. This sacred abode shelters a magnificent linga within its sanctum. Adorned with a pillared arena and intricate sculptures, the exterior of the temple is a testament to exquisite craftsmanship. It is believed to be the original Omkareshwar, also known as ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ฐ๐๐ซ. In this divine atmosphere, Radha gracefully danced to the enchanting hymn “Nagendra Haraya,” invoking a sense of serenity and devotion
As our parikrama neared its conclusion, we took a moment to savour the delightful taste of freshly prepared sugarcane juice served by the stall owner, who himself looked like Shiva, with his forehead adorned with sacred ash, refreshing ourselves before the journey’s end. In a gesture of gratitude, we extended our appreciation to our faithful guide, Govind Pandit, who had accompanied us throughout the parikrama. Walking alongside the bridge, we listened to the enchanting sounds of Omkar resonating throughout the surroundings, filling the entire place with its sacred vibrations.
We finally arrived at the main temple, marking both the completion of our parikrama and the starting point of our journey. Rani, whom we had encountered earlier, reappeared before us, and we expressed our gratitude to her for her guidance at the start of the parikrama. A billboard caught our attention, boldly displaying the words “๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐”. It summarised the profound experience we had undergone. Overwhelmed with gratitude, we offered our heartfelt thanks to Mohanji for facilitating this incredible journey. We presented dakshina to Govinda Pandit as a token of appreciation for his companionship during the parikrama.
We then proceeded to the ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐ง ๐๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐๐ฆ, where we were offered prasad for lunch. The humble vegetarian meal served at the ashram filled us with satisfaction and gratitude. As we ate, we couldn’t help but feel the blessings of Gajanan Maharaj, which enhanced our dining experience. The tranquil surroundings and the pure intentions behind the meal added an extra layer of sacredness to our lunch at the ashram.
Back at the hotel, we eagerly shared our individual experiences, each filled with unique stories. As we listened to our parents’ accounts of their parikrama experience and the children’s adventures on the boat parikrama, we realised that although the parikrama path remained the same, each person had a distinct and captivating story to share. We rejoiced in hearing each other’s narratives and eagerly took note of the key points for the next day’s parikrama.
In the evening, we were fortunate to participate in the sacred Rudra abhishekam ceremony at the ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐. The atmosphere was charged with spiritual energy as devotees gathered to witness this divine ritual. The priest performed the abhishekam, an ancient tradition of bathing the deity with various sacred substances, symbolising purification and offerings of devotion. The rhythmic chants and the fragrance of sandalwood filled the air, evoking reverence from everyone present. As we watched the abhishekam, we felt a deep connection with the divine presence of Lord Shiva, and our hearts overflowed with gratitude and devotion. It was a truly blessed experience that left an indelible impression on our spiritual journey.
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!
On the morning of April 21st, we were provided another opportunity to embark on the Parikrama. The one we had undertaken the previous day had turned into more of a dancing Parikrama, and on this day, I anticipated experiencing it from a different perspective – just as a regular pilgrim soaking the experience. Interestingly, Radha was wearing her dance saree, seemingly ready to embrace any captivating opportunities that might arise, ready to dance once again. I also nurtured a desire to undertake the Parikrama alongside my husband Shiva and my father. After some persuasion and convincing, even my son agreed to join us. As Mohanji would phrase it, the ‘soul mates’ were ready to embark on the journey together. Our group set off, visiting the Krishna Mandir first, followed by the Shiva temple just opposite to it. While performing ablutions at the Shiva temple, the electricity unexpectedly went out. Deciding not to delve too deeply into the occurrence, I encouraged myself to desist from overthinking.
Just as we came out, my son informed me of his need for a bio break and his inability to continue. He dashed back to the hotel but assured me he’d rejoin for the parikrama, if I waited. He pointed out that I had been particularly enthusiastic about embarking on this journey with my father, inadvertently rushing him in the morning. This situation presented a dilemma. Accompanying our father and Shiva would mean my son missing out on the parikrama. While I would relish the tales exchanged with my father, I’d also potentially be remorseful for not waiting for my son!
“๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ” ๐๐จ๐ก๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐’๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ
I opted to wait, and consequently, the soul mates for the parikrama group changed. I remained at the ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ซ, where Radha also chose to stay with me. Meanwhile, Shiva and our father commenced their walk. During this interval, Radha utilised the time to engage in dancing to a Shri Krishna Bhajan. Capturing the moment, I recorded a video of her dancing. As thoughts crossed my mind about whether my son would truly return or decide to extend his stay, possibly enticed by his doting grandmothers, he surprised us by calling to inform us that he was already en route, having taken an auto. His return was swift.
For Radha and me, the path was now familiar. We simply needed to follow the route marked by the boards inscribed with verses from the ๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ญ๐. Throughout our walk, we carried grains to feed the squirrels and birds. The sight of these small creatures partaking in our offerings filled us with immense joy. As we were feeding the creatures around us, we encountered the inscription “Jaya Guru Dev” engraved on the rocks, a testament to Mohanji’s words – “๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ (๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ง-๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง) ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค โ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.” – ๐๐จ๐ก๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข
We took a brief pause at the ๐๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ซ ~ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฆ! Goddess Narmada, often recognized as Lord Shiva’s daughter, originates from the Amarkantak Plateau in Madhya Pradesh, forming the Narmada River. For a long time, we pondered over the identity of the goddess seated atop a crocodile. However, delving into books, we eventually grasped the profound meaning behind the river goddess. In the Omkar region, we came across the idol of Mata Narmada gracefully seated on her divine mount, a crocodile. It dawned on us that the crocodile symbolizes the attachments of life, while the river embodies the Guru who untangles these attachments, guiding the seeker towards liberation. Amidst our break, we seized the moment to capture a dance video. In the video, we joyfully danced to the profound essence of the Dattatreya tradition, as beautifully encapsulated by Mohanji: “๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.” He emphasises that a receptive heart is all that’s required. This poignant video seamlessly intertwined with the fabric of our journey.
Continuing our walk, we made our way to the ๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ and subsequently to the ๐hin ๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐. The villagers we had encountered the previous day recognized us, warmly inquiring if we were planning another dance song. At both these temples, we performed the sacred abhishekam. Passing by the Sangam once again, we received a call from Shiva, informing us that they were waiting at the sugarcane stall that we had stopped at the previous day. As we reached the juice center, we were served refreshing juice by Prem, with prem (love). Our father recounted an experience at the Rin Mukteswar Temple, where a sadhu was present, and bairagis approached him for blessings. Following his lead, our father received the sadhu’s blessings and encouraged Shiva to do the same. He also shared with us an incident from the day before. He had offered his kindness to another Sadhu at the same location where we were. This particular Sadhu, who was 75 years old, had undertaken the entire Narmada Parikrama and was in the process of completing it on that very day! Re-energized, we continued our brisk walk along the parikrama path.
En route, we seized the chance to extend our prayers at a quaint Shirdi Baba temple and stood before the statue of Lord Narayana, offering our prayers. Our next stop was the ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ซ, where our father pointed out the captivating sky blue hue of Kali’s Murthy, evoking the vastness of cosmic consciousness. Filled with awe, we absorbed the sacred atmosphere during a quiet pause at the shrine. Within the temple’s inner precincts, we also got an opportunity to perform ablutions for the Goddess. Promptly, Radha captured a brief video offering prayers to the Divine Mother. As we completed circumambulating the serene garden and headed towards the exit, an abrupt sound startled us. It turned out that my son accidentally bumped his head against the entrance gate while leaving. This incident served as a poignant reminder for us to remain fully in the present.
One of the basic practices which all of us should follow in this world of distraction, to get back is the presence of mind. Make sure that nothing happens without your mind being present. Thatโs a very good practice. That should be a daily practice; when youโre in your waking state, all the time. Even if youโre moving your hand, let your mind be there. If youโre speaking something, let the mind be there. If youโre eating, let the mind be with the food, with the taste. If youโre doing anything, thinking anything, talking anything, let the mind be present ~ Mohanji
Approaching the ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐, our father took delight in feeding the cows present there. Meanwhile, the rest of us entered the temple. This temple commemorates the instance when Hanuman descended into the patala loka (netherworld) to rescue Rama and Lakshmana, who had been abducted through magical means by demons. The idol of Lord Hanuman here is portrayed in a reclining posture. The elderly woman at the Hanumanji Mandir gave her blessings with a profound smile. After coming out of the temple, we realized our father was nowhere in sight. We quickly went to the ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ซ nearby, thinking that he might have gone there for darshan. We attempted to call our father multiple times, yet received no response. When we finally reached him on the phone, he reproached us for not being patient while walking with elders. He believed we were ahead of him while actually he was ahead of us. His voice was strained and slightly out of breath and the focus shifted back to catching up with him.
On our route, we encountered a shrine dedicated to Baba mounted on a horse. Curious, I asked nearby vendors, “What is the name of the Baba?” Their reply was “๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐.” Seeking confirmation, I repeated, “Ram Baba.” To my astonishment, I heard the distinct sound of a horse neighing. It wasn’t my imagination; it indeed emanated from the horse tethered nearby.
๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ โ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ก, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐. ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐ข๐. ๐๐จ๐ก๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข
While we walked past the ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐, we saw the priest seated outside and asked him if he had seen an individual dressed in a white kurta and pyjama. Without hesitation, he confirmed that the person had indeed visited the temple and had just left. Following this interaction, we entered the shrine, offering water to the linga before continuing our journey. Shiva decided to quicken his pace in order to catch up with our father. And again the three of us, Skanda, me and Radha resumed our journey in unison.
From a distance, many men clad in white attire were visible. There were also sadhus wearing white clothes who were doing their parikrama. Amidst this, attempting to find our father appeared futile, yet the eyes continued their search. After a while, while crossing the ๐๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, Shiva called us, informing us that he had successfully caught up with our father. We quickened our pace and eventually reunited at the sugarcane juice centre. In the midst of this shared delight, we marked the occasion with an extra cup of juice.
An interesting aspect of our pilgrimage awaited us: ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ. While my son, father, and I waited in the boat, Radha and Shiva went back to the hotel and brought the mothers. This pilgrimage also coincided with our mother’s birthday. The boatman guided us to the sangam, where the Narmada and other rivers converge. Upon reaching the destination, Shiva and our father ascended a mound and proceeded to take their dips. We followed suit, engaging in our purifying dips and also offering the sacred waters to the elder members of our group. A truly gratifying experience unfolded when our father, with resonant chants of Lord Shiva in the background, poured the Narmada’s water over our heads. As I desired to capture this poignant moment, a photographer approached us, offering to capture the scene using his Polaroid camera. His enthusiasm was evident as he agreed to take around ten pictures. After this soul-refreshing dip, we changed into dry clothes by the rocks. The boatman, Mayur, was remarkably accommodating, assisting the elders and leading them to a secure spot with shallow waters. As our time at the sangam drew to a close, I found myself pondering about the photographs, when suddenly, the photographer emerged from amidst the rocks, delivering the prints. Before concluding our boat parikrama, ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ.
After returning to the hotel, we had our meal at ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐. Intrigued, I inquired with the hotel manager about the origin of the name. He shared that he had named the restaurant in honor of Siya Ram Baba, an elderly saint renowned for accepting only 10 rupees but having donated crores towards the restoration of the river. He displayed a picture of this saint, who perpetually chants the name of Ram.
Upon hearing this, our thoughts instinctively gravitated towards Mohanji. A certain master had remarked that the Narmada River bestows its blessings in a secret manner. ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ก๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข, ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐. ๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ค, ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐, ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ, “๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐จ๐!”
After a totally fulfilling pilgrimage, we left for the airport for our return flight. Unexpectedly, we encountered extended traffic delays and a vehicle breakdown, adding extra hours to our journey. However, grace was on our side as always, as we managed to reach the airport just in time for a last-minute check-in. All in all, our journey was filled with unforeseen surprises.
After our return, on May 1st, we were fortunate to have the blessed opportunity of meeting Mohanji as a family. This visit unfolded just prior to ๐๐๐ก๐๐ง’๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ. The satsang we shared on that occasion is etched deep in our hearts, creating an enduring and truly memorable experience. Each encounter with the Master is like a rare gem, to be cherished and treasured.
During our time together, there was a simple yet profound moment when Mohanji adjusted a noisy fan with a stick, saying, “The fan is creating a storm. It has to be mild. I will only create a storm.”
๐๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ~ ๐๐จ๐ก๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข
Addressing our father, Mohanji asked, “๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐? ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐!” This interaction was followed by a discussion on genuine stability as the true measure of success, rather than assessing someone based on material achievements like college admissions, etc. One of the most significant takeaways from the interaction was the concept of the “๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ค!” Mohanji explained, “I remove the one thing that is blocking liberation. One word for my existence is completion. For each person, the factor hindering their completion may differ. What is the missing link? It’s often challenging to ascertain. But I provide it. For example, imagine a mother who longed for a hug from her son, which never transpired throughout her life. When she embraces me, a profound sense of completion occurs, unlocking the path of liberation. ๐๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ง. ๐๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ.“
Following our pilgrimage to the Narmada River, we felt truly blessed to be in the ๐จ๐๐๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ก๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ข. His words of profound wisdom, conveyed in simple language merged with our consciousness and it felt like witnessing rivers flowing into the depths of an ocean.










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Such a lovely account, Sathyabhen. It makes me wish I lived in a country with so much spiritually auspcious places to receive sattvik blessings. Anugrahitosmi.