Woman is the foundation of the world;

The universe is her form.

Woman is the foundation of the world;
She is the true form of the body.
Whatever form she takes,
Whether the form of a man or a woman,
Is the superior form.
In woman is the form of all things,
Of all that lives and moves in the world.
There is no jewel rarer than a woman,
No condition superior to that of a woman.
There is not, nor has been, nor will be
Any destiny to equal that of a woman.
There is no kingdom, no wealth,
To be compared with a woman.
There is no prayer to equal a woman.
There is not, nor has been, nor will be
Any yoga to compare with a woman,
No mystical formula nor asceticism
To match a woman.
There are not, nor have been, nor will be
Any riches more valuable than woman.
Om Hreem Chatushshastiyoginibhyo namaha
Om Hreem Yoginiyogishwari Hum
Om Hreem Yoginiyogishwari Hreem Om
The Master used to say, "Wisdom is not born; it is simply reflected..."
They asked, "You don't pen any praise about the Gods and Goddesses as before?"
He smiled and replied, "All becomes the Master and the Master becomes the all; s
o when I write about the Master, I write about them all..."
When a soul is ripe to receive the touch of the Divine, the Divine finds its own
playful means of giving the touch to the soul. No one can ever imagine how and
when and to whom this touch happens.
OM NAMAH

SRI GURU DEVAYA

PARAMA PURUSHAYA
SARVA DEVATA VASI KARAAYA
SARVAA RISHTA VINAASAYA
SARVA MANTRA CHEDANAAYA
TRAILOKYAM VASAMAANAYA SWAHA
OM Sri Palraj Sithar Guruve Pottri
OM SRI KASAVANA MOUNA PARAN JYOTHI NIRVANA SWAMIYE NAMAHA
In continuation...
The Elder Yogi, after recounting the lesser known episodes of a Siddha Master wh
om I adored asked me point blank, "Are you willing to walk on the path your Mast
er?"
I was flummoxed at the directness of the Sage and I answered, "If he wills so, I
shall in all sincerity..."
The Yogi seemed to be happy with the answer and he asked me one last question, w
hich hit me hard in my gut, as I wasn't prepared for it.
He looked at me with emotionless eyes and asked, "How much can you sacrifice to
receive this ancient gift of the Siddhas?"
I did not know what to answer, but blurted out unknowingly, "Whatever you deem f
it, please ask and I shall give it happily?"
The Elder smiled in satisfaction and asked me to remove my upper garment, which
revealed my bare chest on which was wound the sacred thread, signifying my birth
in the clan of the most ancient and learned ones, the very scions of Brahma - T
he Brahmanas!
When I was 16 or so, I was invested with the sacred thread and initiated into th
e most holy Gayatri Mantra. Since then not even a day was missed intentionally o
r otherwise, to perform my daily Vedic duties. Come rain or sunshine the Gayatri
Mantra and Sandhyavandhana were dutifully performed to the last letter indeed.
That day the elder asked me, "Remove your sacred thread and give it to me along
with the fruits of the countless recitation of the Gayatri!"
My mind went blank with no thoughts or speculations about the nature of the deal
. A smile passed on my lips as my hands reached for the sacred thread and respec
tfully removed it across my shoulders and offered it to the Elder as Dakshina.
He too accepted it with great care and respect and smiled saying, "You have pass
ed the test. Welcome home brother!"
What transpired after that shall remain with me for now, as it's too personal an
d sacred to be revealed in public. However just to say that the transmission of
grace of the Siddhas was thence complete.
After that I never went there, nor the call came to come again, for the Elder si
mply bid adieu saying, "My role is complete! Go fulfill yours now!"
Here ends the recollection, which was once a part of my spiritual memory, of whi
ch I am promted to share today for unknown reasons.
So be it.