Adhavan (21): The Realization of the Self

Chapter 20: The Realization of the Self

Creations are for men, men are not for creations.

Translation

Hail the divinity, that filled the universe, as well as within

Hail the grace, of the omnipresent divinity

Hail the sun, the moon, the lamp, encircling the divine abode

Hail Agathiyan, the chanter of the pleasing tamil

Hail my guru, praised across, in all directions

Hail the lotus that appear from the flow, in the left, over the crown

Hail the lamp seated within, that appear in the flow of the source

Hail always the feet of the Guru, Siddhar Agathiyar

—Siddhar Thiruvalluvar’s Litany (Prayer)

Learn from mother nature, everything ever learnt was taught by the nature, the first and foremost teacher, irrefutably, has always been the all pervasive nature, in all aspects, in all matters, in fact, the truth is, it doesn’t even try to teach us, it presented us the universal facts, men gathered it, identified a pattern in it, learnt from it, to be more precise, taking a step forward, getting much closer to the truth, it actually didn’t even present us the facts, men looked for it, learnt from it, their learnings were mostly answers for their serious quests, which then, they taught one another, sometimes they didn’t even look for it, while doing a plain observation given with, while admiring the intrinsic beauty scattered across, they accidentally stepped upon greater truths, from as simple as making of a fire to as complex as performing a brain surgery, these knowledge and expertise, thus gained were passed on from one generation to another, unequivocally, so mankind sophisticated themselves from the abundance present in the nature, but the poignant truth is, the abundance can’t remain abundant forever, the focused swindling soon depreciated the vital resources of the nature, either they harnessed it, wasted them, or spent it lavishly on luxury, leaving behind a big void for the future generations, they, in turn, rather than filling the void, balancing the deprivation, exhausted what meager available resources were there, all these, reduced the quotient of the nature, sucked it of its vital life force, unable to contain their expeditions, they stretched it further, hunted incessantly for the new resources, when they found one, they ravaged on it; flourished on it; depleted it, what may, their hunger always remained insatiable, on the contrary, their expeditions always came up with the positive results, still, mother nature has untouched land; hidden troves of untampered resources, somewhere deep, in some remote part of this world, yet to be exploited, so these uncontrolled, selectively ignored, tamperings of the nature goes on and on, endlessly, if this scenario continues, one or the other day, the same mankind that thrived on its opulence, will die starving for it, the situation is not far away, it is fast approaching, wherein mankind will pay blood for food; stab for water; kill for air, these, they will do, not for their sophistication, not for their prosperity, not for their technological advancement, not for their wars, not for their pleasures, in the coming years, it will all zero down to 3 very basic needs of survival; air, water and food.

Adhavan sat very close to Macham, touched his toes, fondled it  softly, stroked his feet, let himself enjoy his closeness, he felt dizzy, his senses numbed, just moments before he came close to Macham, he had a thousand questions ramming his mind, at a speed faster than the light, but no sooner he sat next to Macham, all of them disappeared in a flash, he even tried to fish out, make up some new questions, but in vain, he oddly found a one, that is of any worth, owing to the propinquity with Macham, his mind very naturally calmed down, it stood almost still, all the questions in the world seem to be meaningless before the spirit nourishing, body rejuvenating, mind numbing, spiritual experience, he was going through, he enjoyed the flow that rose to the crown, fell softly along with each of his breath cycle, it gave him an extraordinary, unbearable pleasure, a very sensuous one, he internally quivered with long unending spasms of joy, his whole body was set ablaze with strong rhythmic gentle vibrations, he enjoyed all of it very much, soon, he felt a painful pleasure at the crown of his head, his mind was hooked to that blissful pain, his mind kept looking at it from inside, involuntarily, he immensely enjoyed every terrible moment of it, as time passed by, altogether, suddenly, a golden lamp left his body through an unseen aperture in the crown of his head, it majestically stood above it, on a whitish cloudy base, that very much resembled a lotus in full blossom, simultaneously, as though, a fine protective layer was torn apart in his ears, the whole world echoed; it booed; it sounded that one sound, that all pervasive oneness sound, “ommmmmmmmmm...”, before he had time to realize that it was the sound of the universe that he was listening to, that it is, the traceable, the seeable, the feelable, the genuine, finite god part, that he was looking at, the divine lamp re-entered his body, his heart pounded faster than before, his breath fell back into its long, repetitive cycles, typical of his breathing pattern, soon, everything seemed to look normal, or so called universally agreed normality, but in fact, is a deep confinement; an inescapable prison; a dark dungeon, that we have let ourselves live in, compromising our eternal happiness, for the sake of the transient, perishable mortal living. Gradually, the pleasurable, blissful vibrations that his body was going through subsided, knowing that it is over, his mind and heart ached for more of it, he sheepishly looked at Macham, smilingly, pleadingly, brimming with gratitude, Macham smiled back, when he smiled, his eyes smiled along with his thick, sensuous lips, the smile lingered for moments, more in his eyes, than in his lips. Though Adhavan had never asked for it, Macham had infused in him, the most sought out divine experience, the epitome of self realization, that which, he has been experiencing all these days, in full awareness, that which Adhavan realized much in full awareness too. Adhavan felt an unfathomable joy, an unexplainable freedom, he ached for more of it, like an innocent child, he requested plainly, “I want more.”

Siddhar Macham, smilingly replied, “How can I give something that you already have?”

Adhavan realized that he is being teased, pretended to feel angry, turned around his head, the other way, looked into the empty space, girlishly, half-heartedly, asked him, “What will I do after you leave us?”

Taken back by the question, Macham replied, “Listen to your heart, abide by it, live in tune with it, in complete harmony, one with nature; one with people; one with yourself; one with oneness...”

Adhavan turned around, massaging Macham’s feet, without looking up at his face, said in a coarse voice, “I want to meet siddhars, visit lots of places, spiritual hubs, temples, mountains, rivers, forests...”

Macham interrupted, replied, “Go ahead, You don’t have any commitments to hold yourself back. You are free, please go ahead.”

Adhavan remained quiet, none of Macham’s answers were satisfying, he wondered if he was asking the right questions, he grew serious, continued to massage his feet, out of bloom, the question he wanted to ask him, while he was talking about his final samadhi, appeared in his mind, he asked him straight, “After your final samadhi, should I leave Velir Thopu?”

Macham laughed at it, replied softly, “Whom am I to send you away from this place? If that is what you want, you can always leave, at any moment, even now, but don’t wilfully expect me to chase you away, so that you can put the blame on me.”

The answer shocked Adhavan a bit, he lifted his head, looked at Macham, he was still smiling at him, though it made Adhavan happy, the little stab of pain, the last reply gave him, ached a bit, reluctantly pushing it off, he very deeply pondered over his future, a momentary silence fell over them.

Macham understood his mind very well, in a deep tone, enjoying much the beauty, the nature has to offer that day, recited along with the rhythm of the all pervasive sound,

“Look at those beautiful flowers, look at their full bloom? Did it strain itself? Did it wreck over to attain that bloom? Did it even try? How naturally it happens? How softly, how gradually it opens up? Have you ever seen that blossoming moment? Have you ever seen them shedding all their petals together? Have you ever seen them wither away all their pollens the same moment? Can you tell me which pollen will be carried where? Can you trace each of those grains? Do they ever worry about where they will go, what they will do, how it will happen? If all those flowers have died, will not that plant bloom again? Will it even, care to worry losing all its flowers? Or will it go on, giving new flowers, without burdening itself? Will it not bloom again? How does this all happen? Can you tell me, which flower will decorate which women’s braid? Can you tell me exactly how many leaves fell today, till now? Can you tell me exactly how many more leaves will fall tonight? Can you tell how many new offshoots will sprout tomorrow? Can you tell me how many new buds will welcome the morning sun? Can you tell me how many stars will die tonight? Can you tell me how long each star will stay live? Can you count the number of living beings that are alive and those that are dead? Can you count the number of facets of nature? Do these various facets of nature, worry about what they will do for their future? Still, don’t they store food? Don’t they build shelter? Don’t they reproduce? Don’t they defend themselves? Human beings, a species, far more superior than all other living beings, can’t they live a sophisticated, comfortable, contented life, harmonious with the nature, taking in, whatever it has to offer, without ruining its peace; its balance; its evolution? Can they ever live together, without swindling the richness of their motherlands? Can’t human beings learn from nature? Can’t they live in peace, without killings? Can’t they go to bed without next day’s worries? Will they ever stop hoarding? Where does all their hard earned wealth would go, when their bodies rot in the burial grounds? Will they be able to take it along with them? What will happen to their much cared appearance; the gloss of their skin; the color of their flesh; the purity of their blood, whence they have been buried deep in the pit? How much gold, will they pay, to bring back their spirits? Can they raise the dead? Can they still foolishly argue about foolish things in the death bed? Can they still read their holy scriptures, practice their rituals, pray to their gods, in death? While living, did they accomplish everything that can be accomplished in this world? Can all of them live up to their dreams? Can all their desires be fulfilled? Will everything in life go as per one’s plan? If then, can I plan every moment of my life? Is it not absurd? Is it not impractical? Do you call this hell a living? Just to keep planning and dreaming and planning? Is it life? Are you actually living that moment? Are you actually living? Do you plan to live every moment of your life or do you always keep planning every moment of your life? What is life? Is it not living? Is it not living that moment? Isn’t every moment a precious one? What made you cross the river Nayili, step into the forbidden lands? Did you plan it? That night, did we plan our stay on the boulders? Did we plan to receive the blessings of our divine mother, Annai Anushya Devi? Did we plan any of it? Or did we plan all of it? Where does life fit in with the plans that we make? Is it for living every moment in harmony or is it for making plans over and again, wreck one’s mind, squeeze out every moment of one’s life? Weren’t these sophistications, means, comforts, inventions, advancements, discoveries, luxuries, pleasures, whatnot, are there to help us live in peace; in harmony; in joy? Are they doing it? Where did it all fail? Where did we fail? Why? Who? How? Is it the fault of the creators? Is it the fault of the creations? Is it the fault of the users? Aren’t all man made things, irrespective of it being a thing or a concept, aren’t they, for the well-being of mankind? Do they help them to live their lives fully, to their utmost satisfaction? Do they help them in their much needed self-realization and self-gratification? Do they actually help mankind live happily, with their family, with their neighbors, with their kins? Do they? Do they actually fulfill our purposes, our needs, or is it the other way around, have we been fulfilling their purposes, their needs? What is happening? Where is it all adding up to?”

After a pause, he continued with the same vigor,

“They fought, shed blood, tore apart one another, using whatever they have created, rather than living happily, harmoniously, one with nature. These advancements, new ideas, creations, inventions, can never be a fault, on their own, they are all there to help men, live comfortably, happily, in peace, but on the contrary, they are manipulated not only to steal nature, but rob fellow beings too, of their peace; their love; their happiness; including their lives too. How tragic it has become? What we invented, what we created, what we discovered, comes back at us like a boomerang, swindles us of the same, 1000 times more than what we have actually given forth? It all happened, when men started to give more importance to things, than fellow human beings, their environment, the other living beings, even the non-living, inanimate matters that are part of our mother nature. Things are for men, men are not for things, whatever might the thing be, it could be as small as a needle, as big as a palace, as advanced as the weaving machine, what is the use, if men don’t realize that they are not for things, rather, things are for them, else it is equivalent to saying, 'things shape and drive the lives of human beings'.”

He paused again for a moment, then continued,

“Over a period of time, men in pursuit, to fulfill their needs, have complicated their simple, pleasant, peaceful lives, with many thoughts; many things; many ideas; many beliefs, he, rather than using all what he had created, to live fully, let the creations ruin their lives, irrespective of it being splendid structures, precious carvings, genius inventions, impeccable treatises, exhaustive doctrines, beautiful ornaments, unblemished codes and laws, all such and many more, can be grouped under one roof, ‘The Creations’, those which are supposed to help him live a pleasant life, give him a sense of completeness, make him feel contented, help him attain the ultimate self realization, failed to do, what it was earlier obliged to do, because he literally started to live for his creations, not for himself, for which, he actually created things, during the course of time, he became obsessed with his petty possessions, started losing his heart to mere objective things, lost interest in the subjects,the human beings, for whom, these things were actually made for, and so, the men were forgotten over things; self realization over knowledge; love over pleasure; human excellence over inventions, it is we, who created such bloody materialistic world that seldom has space for human beings; their emotions; their needs; their carvings; their salvations.”

Macham stopped, let out a sigh, looked at Adhavan quizzically,

Adhavan exclaimed, “Great! You have asked all the questions that I wanted to ask you, you even did answer most of them, you are just incredible!”

Macham laughed at his response, questioned him, “Now you tell me, what are you going to do, after I leave Velir Thopu?”

Adhavan replied, “Live my heart out. Just be myself.”

Macham laughed, questioned again, “What is that you call ‘yourself’?”

Adhavan replied, “The golden lamp that I saw today, that burnt brightly, without wick; without oil; without a stand, over the crown of my head, beautifully, graciously, majestically.”

Macham laughed at his innocent childlike response, he said amicably,

“Only that is self realization, nothing else, not your dreams, not the insights of your previous births, not your visions, not your deeds, not your achievements, not your knowledge, not your education, not your trade, not your name, not your community, not your father, not your mother, not your birth, not your guru, not your gods, nothing, nothing else, nothing other than seeing the divine lamp in full awareness is the mark of true self realization...”

Both of them laughing together, slowly, stretched their backs flat on the veranda, let themselves drift into a deep slumber.

The sun has set, the moon was clearly visible against the dark clouds, Macham and Adhavan were still asleep. Sarutha, Killivalavan, Poncetuceni, Muthupandian and Balaraman, sat all around them, waited earnestly, none of them had a heart to disturb them, rather, they continued to wait in silence, patiently, for them to wake up on their own, Macham, as though, well aware of their presence all around, woke up in a sprung, knowingly sacrificed his sleep, not wanting them to wait for such a poor, old, wretched man, attended to them diligently, without disturbing Adhavan, letting him continue his deep slumber, even their conversations were ushers and whispers, trying to soothe Adhavan into a much deeper sleep, rather than waking him up, in the middle of his peaceful slumber. Sarutha, broke the silence, requested Macham,

“Shall we send off Killivalavan along with Poncetuceni, they would like to leave tonight?”

Macham looked at Killivalavan, waved at him to come forward, he came close, knelt down, placed both his open palms firmly on the ground, bowed to his father, his forehead touched the ground, his palms were neatly placed on either side of his head, at an equal distance, in a straight line, Macham touched his spine, rubbed it hard, back and forth, for few a times, Killivalavan’s body grew firm, a hot flow rushed up through his spine, placing his palms intact, firm, slowly, gracefully, he pulled his body backwards, allowing a little stretch, he remained in that position for a few moments, then, slowly pulled in his palms, placed it over his thighs, knelt down, let his buttocks rest neatly over his heels, the top of his feet bent, squared, pressed hard against the hard floor, cupped the whole of his body weight at ease.

Macham then asked him, “Are you willing to go?”

Killivalavan replied, “Yes Appa.”

Macham then looked at Poncetuceni, replied firmly, “Yes, you can take him along with you, he is ready.”

Then Sarutha intervened, requested Macham, “Can he come home on every full moon day, help us during the celebrations, stay here, at home, for a day or two?”

Macham earnestly looked at Poncetuceni, he understood the situation well, he replied,

“Of course, he can, if time permits, I too would like to join him, willingly.”

He then hesitated for a moment, continued,

“Occasionally, we may come across a few unavoidable situations, which might hold him back, but I can assure you, very rarely they would happen, other than that, everything seems to be fine, of course, he has a lot to learn, I will teach him how to be a leader, I will make him a one, a real great one, indeed, I see in him, the qualities of an exemplary leader, he has that in him, either he is with me or not, he is set to become a leader, I can promise you both that.”

Then he knowingly looked at Sarutha, looked into her eyes, said with a deep conviction,

“If God permits, I will make sure, he gets whatever that has been violently taken away from you, If possible, I will make sure, he takes revenge on all who betrayed you, for the deep misery that has befallen you, let him erase all the stains laid upon you, let him be given the honor that actually belonged to you. I pray that it all happens, sooner the better...”

Those understanding words really moved Sarutha, tears rolled down her eyes, wiping it off, she said,

“Let my past not bring misery to him, I have had a beautiful second life, the most fulfilling one, more than I could have ever asked for, hence I am not much interested in having my vengeance, rather, I would want him to be a good leader, a man of his people, if God permits, let him end the wars, let him bring peace, let him brighten the future of his people, let him bring joy to their faces, let him bring love to all their grief-stricken hearts.”

She paused for a moment, then said, “What else I would ask for?”

Poncetuceni affirmatively replied,

“That is what our people need very much, that is what our land too needs, let the gods bless our real good intentions, let it bring truth to the limelight.”

They both smiled together, a sign of mutual understanding.

Macham intervened, he talked, it was almost a recital,

“Let things take its natural course, don’t force it on him, if it’s the divine will, who might dare stop him, but on the first hand, if he is going to be a leader, he must be pure in his heart, he must not have any premeditated reasons, he must not be tainted with kinship, he must not be standing by any specific sectarian belief, he must not have any vengeance in his heart, he must not be sympathizing over his personal tragedies, he must not be grudging over his fellow competitors, if so, these factors would allure him to make biased decisions; that would let himself deviate from the needs of the situations; that would make him put himself first, than his own people, whereby, he will use his authority to achieve his personal needs, prioritize his personal goals over the social needs, hence a leader should not have any personalized goals, his only aim, should be the welfare of his people, that is the sacrifice a leader has to make in becoming a leader, to be honest, the moment his goal becomes, ‘becoming a leader’, that immediate moment, he simply ceases to be a good leader, because he is under the pressure of becoming something he is naively not, it becomes a deadly fight, every moment, every day, his mind is on it, whatever he comes across, whatever is thrown at him, he sees at them with a hidden perception, so his mind is always chained to the thought fragment, ‘becoming a leader’, his mind isn’t free anymore, he becomes blind to the broader, open vision, wherein, a good leader, would really capitalize on it, see ways to use it for the betterment of his own people, whereas, the ones under the pressure of becoming a leader, would use the opportunity to either push themselves up the ladder or use it as a weapon against their fellow competitors; politicize the situations; manipulate it to their selfish needs, now, if I throw him into the situation, where he has to lead, he won’t know how to lead, rather, he would find someone with whom he can compete with, with whom he can fight and win, even if someone is not out there to compete with him, he would grab someone by his neck force him to fight with himself till his last breath, he has to kill, he has to keep killing, that precisely is a typical, mindset of a warrior, it is the warrior’s unwritten code of law, they need to keep winning, to keep scoring, rather, leaders lead, they don’t try to lead, they don’t try to win, they don’t try to outwit, they don’t try to compete with one another, they simply lead, so as you said before, teach him to lead, for which, he first needs to shed his warrior skin, the most difficult part, the most tiring one, in fact, the most elusive one, wherein, he needs to put in a lot of effort, deliberately, knowingly, to erase the identity that he has created for himself, that he his recognized by, that is where all his hard work should go into, the ultimate annihilation of his ego; the headstrong, the repulsive, the disgusting, the self-inflicted pride, then, let him see the world in its truest form, see it absolutely naked, behind its various colors, behind its various hidden metaphors, let him see it fully, through his own absolute nakedness, if he is able to see things as they are, in such total nakedness, then his mind is totally pure, this inherent purity is the most vital part, it gives birth to the free mind, when the mind is free, the inherent goodness just starts flowing through him, it’s what we call, the divinity in action, thus, the actions, that flows out of the inherent purity; the inherent free mind; the inherent genuine goodness; the inherent divinity, is the most essential, the most needed facet of a good, noble leader.”

Poncetuceni humbly said, “Yes, Master. I do agree with you.”

Bemused Killivalavan kept staring at his father, he admired him, he continued to stare at him for a much longer time, astonished at the level of his in depth wisdom, that very naturally flows out of him, remarkably, on any subject, on any matters, on any principles.

Macham looked at Killivalavan, lovingly said,

“Go! Pack your things. Leave. It’s a long way, a very long one, with a lot of unexpected turns and twists. Keep going. You have the blessings of my Guru.”

He went in, Sarutha went inside along with him, the daughters joined him, though they knew it would be good for him, they were still sad, knowing that he will be leaving them soon, with a bit of melancholy hanging in the air, they slowly helped him pack up his things, soon he came out, with triplets shining all over his body, his shining dark brown stallion was standing majestically in front of the hut, nearby Poncetuceni’s horse, lit well by the moon, ready for a different world, different kinds of people, different expectations. After he neatly balanced the load on either side of the horse, he looked at Adhavan, he was still asleep, Macham understood Killivalavan’s hesitation to wake him up, he turned around, gazed at Adhavan, the very next moment, he woke up, looked at everyone around, on seeing Killi’s horse loaded with things, he understood, that he was ready to leave, he smiled at him from his heart, there wasn’t any talking, there wasn’t any need for it.

Sensing the time has come to bid adieu, Poncetuceni prostrated before Macham, got his blessing, wished everyone there, moved to his horse, Killivalavan followed him, in a split second, they both were on top of it, only at that point Killivalavan realized that his men weren’t there, startled, he enquired Poncetuceni, “Where are your men?”

Looking at a far, distant place, smilingly, he replied, “They are with Poncetuceni.”

Killivalavan was obviously shocked, their horses walked slowly, Poncetuceni continued to smile, still looking at some far away distant place. There, back at the veranda, tears rolled down Sarutha’s eyes, her daughters clung to her tight, their minds literally pulled him back, abruptly, Killivalavan turned around, smilingly, waved at all of them, their hearts melted, they stood still, watched him leave, both their horses slowly disappeared into the darkness, yet their voices reached the hut in low whispers, it soothed their sad hearts.

After a reluctant pause, Poncetuceni continued,

“And that is how we spread messages, so as to keep my whereabouts always a secret, else by the time we reach our senai, without soldiers around, we both would be nothing but corpses.”

Killivalavan asked him, “Why all of them?”

Poncetuceni replied,

“No, I split them into two groups, one I have sent to spy on Nedunenkilli, another back to our senai, spreading around words, that I am going along with them, that for sure will provide us a safe passage.”

Intrigued, Killivalavan further questioned, “Why should we spy on my brother?”

Poncetuceni replied patiently,

“Firstly, there are no brothers when it comes to hierarchy, secondly, today is a very bad day for him, he has been humiliated, very badly, that too, in front of his family, by his own father, in addition, my sheer presence, would have been a great blow to him, me being the root cause of all these problems, sitting there calmly, being closer to his father, listening to his words, when he is out there, straining every rack in his brain, doing whatever I have bid him to do... won’t it make any sane man go mad, won’t it, won’t you? So what do you expect a deeply troubled man to do, that too with lot of power, with a bit of extra brain, Uhhh? Land himself into greater troubles, create a bigger misery, not only for him, but for all of us, including you, won’t he? So as to stop him, from making any such silly, unscrupulous mistakes, that he himself will feel guilty on later stages, I have sent a group of our men, to spy on him, save him from committing any such foolish mistakes, that he himself would later repent on; that would land all of us in deep troubles, that would be of assistance if the situation calls for, so that all of us are safe and secure.”

Killivalavan as though agreeing to it said, “So spying is not only for enemies, it’s for our own people too?”

Poncetuceni smiled at his reply, corrected him,

“Spying is basically for our people, on our people, by our people, matters leak out only through intimate circles, so what is the use of spying on our enemies, when the source of the information is our own people, I agree, we do spy on our enemies, occasionally, that too, only when we need to collect information on them and we do that in a very professional manner, without brushing the wrong side, else, that in itself can trigger a war, in my perspective, all the wars are unwanted ones, utter nonsense, whatever logic we may add to it, I see them as an unavoidable nonsense and I despise them a lot, so we mostly avoid spying on our enemies, that too in their land. Next, in the case of our enemies who have lost the wars, we draft regulations and put them into practice, so spying there, is almost a routine checking of compliances against the drafted regulations, and you know, these things keep evolving as time goes by, as per the needs of the situations, what may, the core of spying, in good sense, is to avoid wars, killings, what else it is for?.”

After a momentary pause, Poncetuceni continued,

“One more thing, we are not going straight to the senai, am taking you to a new place, where we might spend half-a-day with a nice, gentle family, then we will be on our way back to our senai.”

Killivalavan was obviously surprised at number of twists in the plans that are not actually twists, rather, part and parcel of very natural flow of events, he humbly replied, “Yes sir, am with you.”

After that, a deep silence fell over both of them, even their horses stopped for a moment, Poncetuceni raised his head, looked up at the bright moon, racing through the dark clouds, suddenly as though possessed by a god, like a thunder, he said aloud, “Let’s go.”

They rode together, faster than the lightnings, their horses literally speared through the thick veil of the unending darkness, Poncetuceni seemed to know the route by his heart, he rushed through the chill wind, apparently, he loved riding during the nights, under the cool shades of the moon. There in the east, near the outskirts of the eastern vendhars kingdom, Nedunenkilli was approached by two men, with long spears, thick beards, stern eyes, apparently, must be guards of a local chieftain.

 (To be continued...)

Written on Dates: 08/22-08/26

About Adhavan

Chapter 01 The Realization of the Vocation

Chapter 02 The First Glimpse of the Third Eye

Chapter 03 The Complete Surrender

Chapter 04 The Sacredness of the Divine Incarnation

Chapter 05 The Veneration of a Guru

Chapter 06 The Immortality

Chapter 07 The Art of Dying

Chapter 08 The Good Cause

Chapter 09 The First Dissemination

Chapter 10 The One behind the Spiritual Transformation
Chapter 11 The Smothering of the Class Distinctions

Chapter 12 The Insight of the Divine Lamp
Chapter 13 The Great Four

Chapter 14 The Final Samadhi
Chapter 15 The Blossoming Love
Chapter 16 The Divine Intervention
Chapter 17 The Second Dissemination

Chapter 18 The Fusion and Beyond
Chapter 19 The Rise of an Internal Conflict