Yenippadigalil Maanthargal - YPM

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" Gnani has no disciples.
Gnani does not author scholarly works.
Gnani does not chant excellent mantras.
Gnani does not praise even God.
Gnani does not expound Vedanta.
Gnani has experienced the illusory nature of the world.
Gnani has beheld the truth.
Gnani never reveals the truth"  Shiva.

Gnanis and Thuravis who have attained the highest spiritual state do not communicate with the world. They have gone above world and Gods. However they might or might not have dished out a variety of inspired words before attaining to the state of Thuravi or Gnani. The readers should know that everything drops off once they reach the exalted state of Thuravi or Gnani.

Unlike human beings who move up the spiritual ladder from bottom, Thirumoolar descended to the earth as a Daiva  Sadhu. Among the servants of Lord Shiva, he was one of the pupils of Bhagavan Nandi. After visiting each Kshetra in Ketaram in the north, he reached Thiruvaduthurai in South India where Lord Shiva was known as Gomukthiswara. Thiruvaduthurai is a temple town near Kumbakonam where the worship of Lord Nandikeswara was prominent. On his way back he happened to cross Chathanoor and there saw the dead body of Moolan, a cowherd and the pitiable sight of bellowing cows going around his body with tears.

Desirous of removing the grief of those cows, he meditated on Lord Paramasiva (Siva at Thiruvaduthurai ), preserved his body in a crevice of a tree and entered the dead body of the cowherd. The cows became extremely happy to see the cowherd alive and started grazing running hither and thither. When Sun was about to set, all the cows gathered together and went back to Chathanoor. Observing each cow entering its own house happily, the cowherd delved into Siva consciousness.

While he was so walking immersed in Siva conscience, the wife of original cowherd Moolan approached him. When she came near, she observed the change in her husband and tried to touch him doubting his sanity. Guessing the situation correctly, the cowherd stepped back and stopped her from approaching him. Startled at this strange response of her husband, the woman appealed to the local heads (Panchayath) to sort out the matter. The arbitrators observed Moolan and came to the conclusion that he has renounced the world. All the relatives of the wife consoled her and requested her to reconcile to the reality and lead a peaceful life. 

The cowherd who spent that night in a Pillayar temple nearby, woke up before dawn and reached the spot where he had concealed his original body in a crevice to retrieve the same. However he found it missing and reached Thiruvaduthurai importuning Gomukthiswara for a solution. The Lord replied as an incorporeal voice, "It was I who hid your body. Since you came to this world of your own volition, you will live here for a long time meditating on me before reaching Kayilai ". Since he was permanently obliged to take the body of Moolan, the sage was known by the sacred name of Thirumoolar.

Thirumoolar again approached Lord Siva and requested that he may blessed with the capacity to author books that will be useful to the world. Lord Siva granted his request. Thirumoolar had darshan of Gomukthiswara daily, sat in the meditation of lord Siva under a peepal tree in the northwest corner of the temple and composed 3000 hymns in Tamil known as Thirumandiram containing the four fold path of Sariyai, Kiriyai, Yogam and Gnanam.

On completing 3000 hymns, Thirumoolar went back to Kayilai. Even as Appar, Sundarar and Sambandar came down to earth as Avathara Mahans, Thirumoolar incarnated as Avathara Daiva Sadhu. 


Akshaya Paathiram

In Poland kings from the lunar dynasty ruled in succession. One such king died and his brothers made his son Popiel the next king. Popiel was not only devoid of royal qualities but also started behaving in a depraved manner.

The fostering care of the uncles, whose fidelity appears to have been as rare as it was honourable, preserved the throne to the chief of their house.  but the prince showed them no gratitude; he was indeed incapable of such a sentiment; everyday he exhibited to his anxious guardians some new feature of depravity which with a commendable prudence they endeavoured to conceal from the nation, in the hope that increasing years would bring reformation.  Their pious exhortations were in vain; he proceeded from bad to worse;  he associated with none but the dissipated- with drunkards, spendthrifts and fornicators, or with mimics and jesters.  to correct one of his vices at least, a wife was procured for him;  the expedient failed; it had even a mischievous effect, since his consort was avaricious and malignant, and was too successful in making him the instrument of her designs.

On reaching his majority his passions burst forth with fury; no woman was safe from his lust; no man from his revenge. His extortions, his debaucheries, his cruelty at length exhausted the patience of his people, who resolved to set bounds to his excesses.  The formidable confederacy was headed by his uncles, who sacrificed the ties of blood to their patriotism or their ambition.  to dissolve it, and at the same time to gratify his revenge, he was stimulated alike by his own malignity and by the counsels of his wife.  He feigned sickness, sent for his uncles, as if to make his peace with them and poisoned them in the wine which was produced for their entertainment.  He even carried his wickedness so far as to refuse the rites of sepulture to his victims.

Finally when Popiel not only murdered his virtuous uncles but threw their bodies outside, the Gods got upset and took action which the public could see. How wonderful! Armies of rats emanated from the dead bodies of the virtuous uncles and proceeded towards the palace. They entered the palace and chased only the family of Popiel. Popiel ordered their extermination.

The number of rats proliferated. Popiel entered a circle of fire to safeguard himself. The rats somehow breached the fire prompting Popiel to mount a ship to escape from them.  The rats entered the sea and tried to drill holes on the sides of ship in a bid to scuttle it. Popiel instructed the sailors to take the ship to the shore to save the ship from sinking.

His inveterate enemies were on shore as soon as he.  His attendants now recognised the finger of the deity and left him to his fate.  Accompanied by his wife and children, he now fled to neighbouring tower; he ascended the highest pinnacle; still they followed; neither doors nor bars could resist them.  His first two sons were first devoured, then the duchess, then himself, and so completely that not a bone remained of, the four. (Popiel 825-842 A.D.)

Even after 841 years after its advent there existed some nations in Europe who had no idea of a Christianity. Poland was one such nation. Were we not talking about Popiel? In his time a Daiva Sadhu by name Piast lived in Poland with his wife. They lived a god centered life, contented in their poverty. A male child was born to them.

In 842 they celebrated, as per the custom of divine religion, the tonsuring as well as naming ceremony of their child. They invited their neighbors in their hamlet for food to mark the twin celebration. A Christian author though could not express the exalted divine status of the great Piast, has brought out  his virtues in appropriate words as follows:

There dwelt in Kruswich a poor, but virtuous man, named Piast- so poor, indeed, that his wants were but scantily supplied by a small piece of ground which he cultivated with his own hands.  He had a wife and a son, both worthy of him.  He lived contented in his poverty which he had no wish to remove, since he had wisdom enough to perceive that the state most exempt from artificial wants is the most favourable to virtue, and consequently to happiness.  When the time arrived that his son should be first shorn of his locks of hair and receive a name -a custom of great antiquity among the pagans he invited as was usual on such occasions, his neighbours to the ceremony.  On the day appointed, two strangers arrived with the rest, and were admitted with the hospitality so honourable to the people.

Did I not mention that the divine couple invited their neighbours for food? On that day they completed their regular worship of Gods, Puja, the auspicious rites for their son and set about cooking food. Since they loved poverty as much as they loved God, they had to be make do, with quantity of food that fell far short of their requirement. At the time when the feeding began, two more guests arrived, whom the couple requested formally to dine.

Finally, the divine couple realized that the amount of food cooked was totally insufficient to meet the demand of the guests and prayed God to help them overcome this ticklish situation before starting to serve food. Not one, but two deities blessed the couple. As the guests kept eating, fresh dishes automatically appeared on their leaves.

The couple were enveloped by a feeling of divine bliss on witnessing this divine miracle. Yes, the Daiva Sadhu got transformed into a Mahan. Those near and dear who also witnessed this miracle prostrated to the divine couple and sought their blessings.

In divine culture, it is obligatory for the hosts to thank the guests with respect for giving them the opportunity to serve them in response to their request.

Accordingly the couple thanked each guest individually and when they approached the two guests who came without invitation, they just vanished. Only then the couple came to that they were Gods and it is they who granted the miraculous proliferation of food articles, viz, Akshaya Pathiram. I am amazed by the divine intervention at such recent times!

The portent was spread abroad with rapidity.  Numbers daily flocked to the peasant's house to share his hospitality and to witness the miraculous increase of his provisions.

A scarcity of these good things that time afflicted the place, through the influx of so many thousands who met for the choice of a government.  All hastened to Piast, who entertained them with princely liberality during several successive weeks.  "Who so fit to rule," was the universal cry, "as this holyman, this favourite of gods?"  Prince and palatine desisted from their respective pretensions, and joined their sufferages to that of the people.  Piast was elected, in the year 842 to the vacant dignity;  But so great was his reluctance to accept the glittering honour that he would have remained for ever in his then humble condition, had not the two identical strangers whom he found to be gods, again favoured him with a visit, and prevailed on him to sacrifice his own ease to the good of the nation.  The reign of Piast was the golden age of Poland.  No foreign wars; no domestic commotions; but respect from without; abundance and contentment within:

The neighbouring kingdoms which were looking for an opportunity to invade Poland
developed a veneration for Piast. During the reign of this Mahan the rule of law prevailed though not enforced. Piast did not rule. His life style was that of a Mahan though he was actually a king. He would not have moved away from his hut and accepted the crown had not the two Gods who came as uninvited guests favored him with another visit and instructed him to accept the kingship.

I said that the Mahan did not rule. This means that no citizen committed even any minor transgression in his rule. We can describe the regime of a Viveki as good governance and the regime of Siranda Viveki as pure governance. In a good regime statues may be installed for men of wisdom who are virtuous. The names of highly virtuous may be etched in golden letters. Institutions may also be established in the name. If criminals appear they may be annihilated.

While statues may be erected for the virtuous in a good regime, the question of doing so in a pure regime where every citizen is virtuous just does not arise. A western intellectual has 
shown brilliant imagination in expressing this situation by saying, "That a few wrong deeds may be written in brass and those of virtue in water".

This intellectual has expressed surprise that there is not even an incident that could find place in history in the regime of these four persons. Of the same estimable virtues of his fore fathers was Semomislaw (the last prince).  For the same honourable reason, the reign of this prince furnishes no materials for history.

The tranquil, unobtrusive virtues must be satisfied with self-approbation and a consciousness of the divine favour;  only the more splendid and mischievous qualities attain immortality.  Semonyslaw, however has one claim to remembrance which posterity has not failed to recognise.

In the regime of Piast and his three successors (842-964) the citizens of Poland lived a divine and happy life according to historians lived in that period. Poland was brought under Christianity in 965 BC. 



Epimenides of Crete was blessed by goddess Athena who imparted spiritual instructions to him in the form of a woman when he was engaged in herding cattle as a boy. His intellect became pure and clear. He went to a cave nearby and sat there in meditation for almost fifty years without food. After this he left Crete and reached Athens, the abode of goddess Athena who blessed him.

His divine miracles astonished citizens of Athens who deified him as God. Epimenides has chronicled the history of Gods like Homer who wrote the Iliad and the Odyssey. Cylon who was tyrant of Athens at that time took refuge in the temple of goddess Minerva fearing punishment for a slight reduction in the amount of crops, along with his friends. (During those times, kings or tyrants used to be punished for wrongs committed by them as well as something going wrong during their tenure!)

One Megacles who was appointed tyrant requested Cylon and his friends to come out of the temple assuring them of pardon. However they were killed in coming out of the temple. Plague disease started  spreading in the country in view of the unjust act of Megacles. The citizens of Athens requested Epimenides Mahan to save Athens from the outbreak of the disease. Epimenides prayed to goddess Minerva and the disease was contained. This incident happened in 596 BC. As long as Greeks existed, Epimenides was treated as a god.



Empidocles incarnated at Agriguntam in Sicily at 444 BC. This scared place bore the name Agniguntam originally. His mind was haunted by a desire to learn Vedanta. He became the disciple of Telauges who was from line of Socrates. The Guru was amazed to see the speedy transformation of his disciple into a practical philosopher.

By indulging in divine mysteries held at various important sanctuaries, Empidocles got initiated into the principles of divine creation and secrets concerning life here and hereafter which lay outside human grasp. With his esoteric knowledge into such paranormal phenomena, he has explained in detail in his book about how human acts give rise to births as different beings.

In the same book he has mentioned that seven births previously he lived an impeccable virtuous life but had to be born as a young girl, boy, plant, bird and fish to due to mistakes committed by him in earlier births before finally incarnating as Empidocles. The divine and philosophical hymns composed by him were recited in front of Gods in Olympic festival and were held sacrosanct.

Empidocles has propounded a physical or materialistic Vedanta which is a combination of the works of Pythagoras and Heraclitus blended with the atomic theory of Democritus. Empidocles has stated that this universe comprises of four elements by name earth, water, fire and air which in turn are propelled by the twin forces of love and hatred. Modern people describe this phenomenon as attraction and repulsion. Apart from these two forces, he has mentioned a third factor, viz, necessity(Prathyaksha Nyayam).

All the above forces are prone to appear and vanish repeatedly and have Agni as their base element. However there is a divine substance (Kadavul) which pervades the entire creation as substratum from which Gods (Daemons) and human race (Fallen daemons) have proceeded.

Empidocles has mentioned that all the four elements are actuated by love and hatred as far as physical philosophy goes. All planets contained in the ether called universe together function through the same principle.

Since all these four elements reside in the ether, ie, since the ether is encompassing them, Empidocles seems to have not named ether as a separate element. Empidocles who delved deeply into divine mysteries has endorsed the stand of Vedanthis that this entire universe is an illusion. Though persons like me (note Sir's humility) can't appreciate it, let us try to explain it in a way in which we too  can understand it.

When a planet becomes devoid of the twin forces of love and hatred, it is simply destroyed and becomes non existent. That is, in such a contingency a thing that was existing before becomes non existent. In a way, you may treat this as Maya or illusion. Similarly when a human being rises above love and hatred, he will be able to perceive the objects beheld by him as well as his own body as Maya. Seeing through Maya, he gets the power to live even without a body.

Such a person can go through a wall or a house or a running motor car as if he is walking through space. Also perceiving his body as Maya he can transform it into any other sentient or insentient object such as speck. Such persons have attained the level of a Gnani.

Unlike Gnanis who have risen above love and hatred, we perceive all the contents of the world as real and hence are unable to concede that they are just Maya. A few who want to attain spiritual powers take recourse to books on Vedanta. I have only one suggestion for them. Among the ten gradations in human levels outlined by me,  it is enough if one sets his mind on rising above the Pamaran level and reach the level of Viveki.

I have left Empidocles far behind. Apart from being an expert in divine music, he also framed rules for writing essays, poem and oratorical eloquence and taught them to his pupils. He was beyond compare whether it was expertise in worldly arts or moral rectitude. However Empidocles finally gave up even his attachment to arts approved by scriptures to develop one pointed meditation on God before undertaking extensive pilgrimage.

As a result Empidocles who was a Daiva Viveki evolved into a Mahan within a short time span. Those who came to know that the great philosopher and genius of worldly arts has renounced the world, followed Empidocles to his pilgrimage spots.

We have no information on the miracles performed by Empidocles when he was a Mahan. He was in general regarded as a God in Sicily. During his final days, he was about to step into the threshold of a Thuravi. Empidocles announced to the country that he is going to discard his shirt of skin (body) on a particular date at Mount Etna.

You may all know about Mount Etna which is one of the most popular live volcanos in the world. Sicily earned its name Agni Gundam from this volcano. Agni Gundam was the Thiruvannamalai of Europe, both being pilgrimage spots symbolic of fire element of the Pancha Boothas.

On the day marked for his departure from this world by Empidocles, a large number of persons reached Mount Etna. Accompanied by them Empidocles climbed the mount and entered the crater. Blessed by Agni, he surrendered to the fire God Himself for the purpose of cremating his body. There were many temples in Sicily dedicated to Parameshwara in his form as Agni.

Within a few seconds of Empidocles entering the crater, one of his sandals emerged upwards from it at great speed and descended among the crowd that accompanied him. Agni Bhagavan thus demonstrated the divine status of Empidocles. Those who witnessed this miracle carried the sacred sandals with devotion and installed it at the temple in Agni Gundam. The sandal was later shifted to a Mandapam constructed near the temple where it was worshipped with great veneration. Till Christianity entered Sicily Gods lived there and the worship of the holy sandal continued.

Like Pattinathar and Bodendral disappeared respectively into a Dhobi's Jar (Vannan Chaal) and sand, Empidocles disappeared into a volcano.


Thuravi (Chinnanjamiyaar)

  • There are parents to teach life. 
  • There is a teacher for learning alphabets and numbers. 
  • There are artists to teach arts. 
  • There is a guru to impart works of philosophy.
  • There is God to grant divinity. 
  • But there is only the self for enlightenment.

When I was very young I have only heard of a hermit by name 'Chinnanjamiyar' but did not chance to meet him. His name was 'Chinnaswamy Iyengar' who belonged to the Vaishnava sect from Tanjore. He was working as a government servant in Tanjore. Born in an ordinary family, he inspired respect and affection from his circle consisting of friends and acquaintances, who thought of him as a very noble and great person.

One day when he was working in his office, a mysterious feeling took over him. He got up from his chair and walked out. As he walked, he removed his outer garments and turban. His subordinates noticed his movements,  followed him, tried to make him sit at a place and make him wear his dresses. In the meanwhile the news spread in the town making his relatives and friends rush to the spot with doctors.

Unlike the ancient Democritus, the European Dhaiva Sadhu, who subjected himself to medical tests, Chinnanjamiyar did not allow the doctors to touch him. He ignored his relatives and friends completely. Everyone thought that he has become insane and felt sorry for him. He normally lay down on the Thinnai (a place earmarked in traditional houses for strangers to sleep at night) in houses he chose. He ate whatever that was offered to him unasked for. Everyone sympathized with him since he was a local person. But those who observed his conduct keenly understood that he has renounced the world and started addressing him "samiyar".

For one year he was roaming about the streets of Tanjore in Nishtai. You should understand that he was possessed of Nishtai even when he was wandering. When one is about to reach the stage of Thuravi, he will be absorbed in Nishtai, whether he is sitting, walking, or lying down which means that his spiritual power (Athmika Sakthi) will increase drop by drop till it reaches saturation. Most of the times Chinnanjamiyar wandered in Tanjore and within a few years blossomed into a Thuravi with saturated spiritual power. Normally he wore a loin cloth or just a piece of garment.

Those who knew him in Tanjore, used to worship him with devotion and courtesy. Once in Kumbakonam a few Jatkawallahs (Jatka is a cart pulled by a horse was a common mode of transport in those days) noticed this act of worship and tried to stop those who indulged in it. They did this since they thought that Chinnanjamiyar was just a beggar and nothing more. But not being able to achieve their objective, they beat him black and blue with the intention of proving to others that the Samiyar was nothing but a nomad. The samiyar also fell down unconscious. A few persons who witnessed this incident came forward to help samiyar who however sent them back spurning their offer of medical help. Simultaneously those who committed this atrocity got engaged on well paid long trips which they interpreted as God's gift for a noble deed.

When the Jatkawallahs reached their destination which was about 15 miles away and stopped their carts at the proper spot, they found the samiyar in one Thinnai without any injury in his body! Amazed, the Jatkawallahs fell at his feet and begged his pardon.

A police officer was camping in a small town to solve a serious case. A lonely bungalow outside the town was allotted to him and he was staying there all alone. At that time samiyar who happened to be wandering in that area approached the police officer and asked him coolly whether he will allow him to stay in the bungalow for some time.

Though the police officer was startled with the rather terse request of the stranger, he was impressed by an unique trait that he detected in the stranger's face and words which prompted him to respond positively though with an air of indifference. The Thuravi was away wandering most of the daytime and used to stay indoors only at nights. The police officer though has heard of Chinnanjamiyar, did not realize that he was the one living with him. Many days passed ......

One day a devotee came to the bungalow to have darshan of Chinnanjamiyar, thus revealing the truth. The police officer who was curious to see the Thuravi in meditation one day intruded into his portion and was forced to beat a hasty retreat on observing that all his parts such as hand, leg, torso and head lay separately. The police officer who did not speak much to the Thuravi so far, approached him cautiously the next morning and addressed him: "What swami, you were like that last night?"

Hardly he completed his question, the swami responded seriously thus. "Oh! You are asking about that? Each one is doing his job! You are doing your job! I am doing mine! Leave it!". Though you may not be to grasp the real meaning of this 'leave it' (vittu thallu), it really means that one should abandon everything which is a great philosophical truth. After this incident the police officer kept in touch with the swami. Many more days passed.

One day a police constable ran to the bungalow in great haste and urged the police officer to start immediately saying, "Sir, sir, there is a murder happening". When the officer got dressed instantly and started, the Thuravi stopped him saying, "Where are you going putting your shirt on? Are you going to stop the murder? It is over and the perpetrator is already on his way here with the sickle ". Within two minutes the murderer surrendered with the weapon. This incident was narrated to me personally by the police police officer many years after his retirement.

Now I am going to narrate an incident which you would not have come across. There was a charitable rich man at Nannilam. One day when he was in conversation with his friends at his home, samiyar approached him for food.

The rich man absorbed in his conversation, dismissed samiyar with a terse negative response, though he habitually gave food to those who approached him. On getting a negative response, samiyar simply picked up some human feces that was lying opposite to the rich man's house along a wall, put it into his mouth and moved along! The rich man who did not expect such a strange reaction just sat there dumbfounded. It struck him that the beggar was no ordinary human being but a saint of high order. Hence he instructed his servants to locate that person and bring him with all due respect.

They could not locate him in the area in spite of an intensive search. The servants on the search were informed that the beggar could be Chinnanjamiyar which they conveyed to the rich man. The unfortunate rich man missed out on the rare privilege that came in search of him. However within a few months he got the opportunity to have darshan of Chinnanjamiyar and begged his pardon. Samiyar blessed him by responding, "You are helping the people around. Leave it."(Vittu Thallu)

At this juncture let me try to clear at least partially a subtle secret which you can't comprehend so easily. In this incident one may doubt asto how the Thuravi was able to consume human feces and whether he carried out the act in taste or distaste. Most of us may think that he would have taken it in with tremendous sense of repulsion like one drinks the potion of Koina. But the Thuravi did it neither liking it nor disliking it.

We don't doubt the existence of things and persons whom we can either feel or see. But a Thuravi though sees everything like us, can understand that everything is just an illusion like mirage. This is the reason why they can even walk through a wall at will as if it never existed. Why, let us assume that a bus or chariot runs over a Thuravi. In this case if Thuravi feels so his body will be crushed. His body will be intact if he desires the opposite. He will quietly leave the place after the bus passes over. In short no external power, however great it may be, can impact a Thuravi.

For Thuravi both the bus and his body are just illusions. No person can escape from emotions, fear and impact unless and until he perceives everything as an illusion. As against this, the Thuravi can emerge unscathed from a forest fire or a snowy mountain. That is, since affecting other things and getting affected by them is an illusion for a Thuravi, nothing impacts him. This is why in the above mentioned incident the human feces which excites repulsion in us, is another product of illusion for the Thuravi. We must understand that the human feces which is an illusion is going inside through the tongue of Thuravi which is again an illusion. Moreover has the Thuravi not experienced his whole body as an illusion? It is needless to say that the Thuravi can transform the human feces into Basandi or Badam Halwa at will. But it is not necessary for the Thuravi to do so. The greatness of spiritual power (the quintessence of Thuravi) is to make one understand without proving it.

At this juncture let me tell you another thing. By magical feat, one can make a show of eating fire. This show must be planned carefully beforehand by making a few arrangements. Fire is not actually eaten. It is just hoodwinking.

Chinnanjamiyar frequently visited Kumbakonam. One day at dawn he was walking along the banks of Kaveri when he came across an orthodox Brahmin who was returning home after a dip in Kaveri. When the Brahmin was so walking towards the Thuravi, the Thuravi pointed his index finger towards both his eyes alternatively saying in a somewhat loud voice, "This eye, that eye, this eye, that eye". Saying so the Thuravi walked across the Brahmin and went to Kaveri.

The Brahmin who did not know who the Thuravi was, cast a sympathetic glance at him and reached home. No one is aware what sin he comitted in the last birth; his eyesight started deteriorating and within a few hours he was blind. Though the Brahmin regretted his ill fate, he remembered the incident that took place in the morning and realized that the person whom he saw in the morning should be an exalted saint. The Thuravi thus presaged the Brahmin's misfortune!

In a few places some persons followed the Thuravi on his track and persuaded him to visit their homes in due course. The intractable Thuravi sometimes visited homes on his own. On occasions he won't visit even when importuned. Some were lucky to be favoured with a visit though they did not invite him.

One such fortunate soul was Konar who was selling milk in Kumbakonam. This person occasionally brought Chinnanjamiyar home. It is not known whether Konar wanted to test the greatness of Chinnanjamiyar. One day when the Thuravi was sitting in his home, he locked it telling him, "Swami, please wait here. I will come back in a while". Saying so, Konar stepped out of the house. The next minute the Thuravi was sitting in the house of one of Konar's relative. When Konar returned after fifteen minutes, he was startled to find the house empty. He was in for a bigger surprise when his relative told him that the Thuravi was in his house at that time.

A rich man who was suffering from chronic stomach ache for months in spite of undergoing all sorts of treatment. Fed up he started visiting temples and resorted to prayers. He visited Thiruvaroor once and prayed to Thyagaraja who appeared in his dream that night and directed him to approach Chinnanjamiyar at the banks of Kamalalayam. 
Chinnanjamiyar was wandering about Thiruvaroor at that time and had the habit of sitting on the banks of Kamalalayam now and then. The next morning the rich man completed his morning chores, had darshan of Thyagesa and reached Kamalalayam bank of the west of the temple. He located the Thuravi on a mound of rubbish and prostrated to him. Before the rich man could get up, the Thuravi asked him, "Did Thyagaraja send you?". The rich man nodded in assent. The Thuravi immediately picked up some sand with his fingers and asked the rich man to eat it. The rich man's stomach ache instantly disappeared and he requested the Thuravi to visit his village. The Thuravi did not respond to the request.

I now want to share with you an amazing incident which I heard from an elderly person who has seen Chinnanjamiyar in his village from time to time. I respect this gentleman very much and give importance to his words.

He said:-"Chinnanjamiyar used to visit our village from my young age. During his visits the elders used to prostrate to him and payl their respects to him. He will not take notice of anything and will be sitting in his favorite spots talking something. If people offer eatables to him, he will just taste them on a few occasions and on many other occasions he will simply put it away saying, 'leave it'. He had the habit of talking to young boys in a lighter vein. I also got this chance a few times. I developed an attachment to him though unconsciously. Since he moved with us in a very friendly manner, we even took liberties with him. It can be said, that unaware of his greatness, we moved with him as equals. I was about ten years old at this time.

The Sapthasthaana Utsavam was happening in Thiruvayaru when I and two of my friends met swami. We have heard that the palanquin used in this event is very beautiful, it will go round seven towns and one will earn virtue by seeing this festival. Hearing all this I developed an intense desire to witness this unique festival.

But it appeared from their talk that Thiruvayaru was far off (approximately 30 miles) and none of them were planning to visit. Today was the final day of the ten day festival on which the palanquin was going to be taken in procession.

I thought of approaching Chinnanjamiyar who was wandering everywhere with a request to take us to the festival. I consulted my friends and we made bold to approach the swami who readily acceded to our request. He responded, "Let us go. I will take you".

A few elders who listened to our conversation from a distance were smiling among themselves. Though we were very enthusiastic about the trip, we became restive as the time ticked away.

We lost patience. We approached swami again and told him, "Swami, Thiruvayaru is quite a distance. The palanquin will leave tomorrow early morning. It is already late. When are we leaving?" It was already dusk then. Swami replied, "You all have your food and sleep. I will wake you up and take you". Saying so the swami went away somewhere.

We decided that swami mama was not willing to take us to the festival and played for some time concealing our disappointment before eating. Then we read our lessons for some time. My friends normally came to my house to sleep since we had a slightly big Thinnai. They reached my house one by one.

My grandma came to the Thinnai to enjoy the breeze. She will tell us stories from Ramayana and Mahabharata. We shall listen to them initially sitting with enthusiasm. Then we will listen lying down before sleeping when my grandma is still at it. That day we slept. At about 3 am in the morning, we felt as if the swami is waking us up. We told him, "Swami, palanquin".Swami replied, "I woke you up only for that". He however added, "It is not yet time. Sleep some more time. I will come back and take you". As soon as he left, we feel asleep again. We again felt that swami was waking us up. We got up but realized that we were lying down in the sands of a river bank. The moon was shining brightly. Yes, we were indeed sitting on the banks of a river which was clearly visible in the moonlight. We gazed at the water flowing by our side.

Even at that young age, I was fascinated with the greenery on both sides of the river. The voices of birds and insects made me happy. I could also hear the commotion of people nearby. The breeze that embraced our bodies gently made us feel chill. In our village we used to get up only at day break and it was the first time we enjoyed the pre dawn spectacle especially in that natural milieu.

As soon as we got up swami instructed us thus: "You are sitting in the banks of Kaveri. This is Thiruvayaru. The houses are situated near the bridge and lights you can see from here. Here you can see the water flowing. Go there and finish your morning chores. Then we can go to catch a glimpse of the palanquin". Though we were eager to see the palanquin we completed our morning chores in a relaxed manner.

As soon as we were ready, it (Sir uses the pronoun "it" to denote Chinnanjamiyar to indicate his high spiritual state transcending sex-this pronoun is used intermittently from this para onwards) took us along the Kaveri bank sand for some time. Then we climbed the steps leading to the crowd situated in the midst of two tall temple mandabams (which I confirmed later as the Pushyamandaba Thurai). We started feeling the crowd. It took us first into the temple and made us have darshan of Panchanadheeshwarar and Ambal. As we were eager to see the palanquin, we were not very focussed on the temple visit. As if to test our patience, it made us go round the temple precincts.

As we were exiting through the temple Sannadhi  into the main street, I asked, "Swami, how did you manage to bring us to Thiruvayaru in a split second"? Swami did not reply my question and tried to divert my attention by showing me the gas lights, torches and the surging crowd. Though I did not press my question further, I could not help thinking that the swami had some magical power. It somehow lead us past the palanquin to quite a distance.

He made us sit in the Thinnai of a house and showed us various things. First we saw the tiny glass palanquin in which Pillayar was seated and then the decked up elephant and the bull with damaram. A few were carrying flags in their hands of different colors. A few others who had hand pumping machines were squirting sandal water out of them. There was a lot of noise created by band groups and other percussion instruments.

We now were thrilled to see the glass palanquin embroidered with a lot of flowers and Jari. We also worshipped the idols of Ambal and Swami wearing a lot of ornaments and flowers. Behind the palanquin we saw some Bhajan groups. We were also shown groups of Brahmins reciting Vedas and singers reciting Devaram. At this time the moon was already descending and the sun rising. Presently the Swami asked to get up and took us past these groups. These groups as well as others were offered on the way sundal, banana, jack fruits, diluted butter milk, panagam, visiri etc with respect.

The swami directed us to receive the snacks and drinks at a place they were offered. Like this we enjoyed the Sapthasthaana spectacle till it crossed the next village. Swami asked us, "Can we return to your place"? We nodded in assent thinking that he is going to make us lie down again. But we were disappointed thoroughly. He made us walk back. But our return journey was more wonderful than our onward journey to Thiruvayaru! We only walked following him. We also remembered crossing a few places. But we did not feel as if we were having a normal walk.

No explanation could be offered for this miracle except saying that the swami made us walk without using our legs. I am reminded of a similar miracle performed by the Guru for Ramalinga Swamigal to enable Swamigal to reach a court of law within a very short time. This miracle was performed by his Guru from his own place.

Even after reaching our place, our legs felt as if they never went through a long walk. We were worried about the prospect of going late to school but were back in our place by 7.30 am in the morning. That is, the "sami mama" reached us back within thirty minutes! It is said that Chinnanjamiyar attained samadhi in Nannilam. A Vishishtadwaithi became an Advaithi. That is, he rose above dwaitham.