I did not know what Gurudeva had done to me that Janmashtami day!
Mysterious inner sounds that had bewildered me for six months suddenly transformed into a soothing echo of Omkar. I then realised this Omkar had been humming in the background all the while, no matter what I did. An inescapable energy surged up and sometimes down my spine—stealing my breath. Emerging from meditation, I would find my head locked in the yogic posture of Jalandhara Bandha.
Then began my marathon journey to the places of Siddhas: caves, shrines, mountains—the places I hadn’t even heard of a few years ago. Life veered utterly astray, control snatched away from my hands by some mysterious external force. Layer after layer, forgotten childhood memories surfaced. Trouble after trouble crashed down, making me wonder: Is this what spiritual living means?
Five years later, I realised it was a Siddha's Shaktipat (direct transmission of spiritual power) at work. Karmic seeds poised to sprout had to be incinerated in the fire of spiritual awakening. How long would this arduous, testing process endure? No one knew. Only the footprints on a snowy ridge beckoned to me with the assurance that if their walker, the Himalayan Master, could trigger Shaktipat at the blink of his resolve, then what was there to fear?