My Birth as Shiv Bhakt & Wandering Sage

Birth as a Shiv Bhakt and a Wandering Sage

Sharing with you all another previous birth. This is short and I still thought why not share whatever little I saw.

I saw that I was a wandering male Sadhu (hermit). By birth I was a hardcore Shiv disciple. I would wander around from one place to another.

I don’t exactly know what year was it…but it seemed like a pretty older times.

I saw that I started to travel a long distance. My journey made a halt and I suppose I was in present day Madhya Pradesh.

I was dressed in saffron dhoti and had a small “Jhola” bag again which was saffron in colour and matched my dhoti.

I was barefooted and had a Kamandulu in one hand which was filled with water.

It was summer season and I could feel the heat directly from the sun rays overhead. I started to climb the mountain. This mountain was very different from the other mountains I have seen in my previous births though even they had a lot of variations.

This was made up of solid rock. Yellow and brownish in colour this looked different yet equally beautiful. The journey was certainly not even close to be included in term “EASY”. But I was a sage and had wandered for decades so I had that kind of ability to climb up such a mountain.

During the climb I started to remember how I got the vision to come here and I started my journey and now I was about to reach my destination.

I was a Sadhu with very balanced emotions and clarity in vision. I had absolutely no doubt on where I was heading. I knew that once I climb up this mountain to eventually go to the other side of the it…...I knew so clearly what I would find…. what I was intending to see.

Without a rope or specialized training it seemed impossible to climb up such a mountain had it been present day….or probably even back then for common man.

By this time, I reached the top and started to climb down towards the other side.

Slowly after some time I reached my destination for which I had travelled this long and difficult journey.

Now I saw myself standing at the entrance of a cave. There was a pond or a lake nearby.

Inside the cave I saw a Shivling. This wasn’t a man made. It was from the rock formation in a natural form. I bowed down towards the Lingam which I had been desiring to see.

The air was filled with the pure high energy vibes. The entire scene looked so screen and blissful. It was even better than what I saw in my vision and motivated me to come here.

The cave was full of snakes. Many of them were extremely poisonous. To me, these snakes looked just like any other Shiv Bhakts. I was neither surprised to see them nor was I afraid of them.

I had Belv Patra leaves with me which I had carried and water in my Kamandal. The snakes gave me uninterrupted time so I could do my Pooja. They moved slightly away when I had stepped near the Shivling. I did Pooja of Shiv Lingam and meditated there for a while. In my meditation I got a clarity to where I should ahead now. I always knew that this is where I will get my final instructions from My Guru, My Shiva....about how and where to proceed on my spiritual path.

I was of course tired from the journey and so rested near the Shiv Lingam. The snakes looked at me and seemed like they accepted me as Shiv Bhakt as I had thought of them. They didn’t trouble me at all. And kept a small margin for me to spread my legs and lie down for resting.

I got up fresh after a while and bowed down once more to the Shivling….and started off to my next destination…my further journey.

It took days to reach my next and final stop. I climbed up these mountains to reach to the top. The cool air, the greenery from the plant kingdom was mesmerizing. The rains and after them the freshness were all breath taking. My home now, my mountain top was surrounded by several mountain peaks and valleys all covered with green carpet of mother nature’s best picturesque. The region was rich in natural and rare herbs. I was told to stop my wandering now and settle down here and start my Tapasya.

There was a river close by.

I made a small hut. This was very different from all the huts I had ever seen. It was made out of fallen tree branches.

The hut was only half. The three sides of the hut were walled from these branches. These walled branches sort of extended in such a manner that they acted as its small roof too. It was all open from front and was more like shed that a hut.

I was 55 years of age. I started to do my Tapasya. Stood on one leg, the other leg folded and arms upwards….I started my Tapasya on my Shiva.

My posture was Vrikshasana.

I saw myself doing that Tapasya endlessly for a very long time.

Finally, my Tapasya ended after few years and I did a HAVAN. While I was in the middle of my havan, I sensed that my time on earth was up and my life was almost over. The Yamdoots had arrived to take me with them. I couldn’t see them but I could sense them.

I refused to go immediately and requested them politely for me to wait till I finish my havan. They waited patiently. Once the havan was over, I was ready to go…...but I asked them how will my last rites be done. I wanted to ensure that part. Strangely I had never ever even once thought about my last rites before my journey was to end.

The Yamdoots understood my point of concern much more than actually I could understand.

They instructed me to use my “YOGAGNI”.

I sat down in meditative position and used my YOGAGNI.

Several things happened simultaneously. It wasn’t happening slowly like we usually see in movies or something…...but rather rapidly.....yet I grasped so many of them.

Sharing with you a few of those observations….and I’m still researching on few more….

Few of course I can’t share.

I focused on my Guru Shiva and made my Last Pranam to Him.

I fixed my focus

I used my YOGAGNI

I raised my Prana upwards towards my skull

I saw the fire burn.....starting from my feet and raising upwards

I couldn’t feel the pain as my Prana were already simultaneously been raised to skull and finally out of my body.

My body burnt fully with my YOGAGNI.