The first Sacred Walks to Chamundi Hills will take place from 18th June to 22nd June, 2012. For this year’s yatra alone, participants have a rare privilege – being with Sadhguru for a day, in the spot of his Enlightenment. As spaces are limited, all interested are encouraged to register as soon as possible.
Chamundi Hills Sacred Walk is a rare and unique peek into the life of Sadhguru, following in his footsteps and traveling to the places that have played a significant part in his life. Here is a compilation of Sadhguru’s words about these places, and the role they have played in his life.
An effort to strip the soul.
Armed with nakedness and a bowl,
The glorious one made it to the goal.
It is called “Biligiri Ranganatha betta.” “Betta” means hills. “Ranganatha” is because there is the Ranganatha Swami temple there. “Biligiri,” in Kannada, means White Mountains – “Velliangiri,” [foothills at which Isha Yoga Center is situated] also means White Mountain.
Swami Nirmalananda’s Ashram
“Swami Nirmalanda lived in the BR hills in Karnataka. He was very closely associated with me for a long time – before I knew that I am a yogi, he knew. He lived in silence for fourteen years just in the four-acre ashram he never stepped out of.
“When he was seventy-three years of age, he decided he wanted to leave his body. So he wrote to me and said, “Please come. I want to talk to you.” So I went and we started talking about things, he started asking questions writing and I was speaking to him. This is the kind of talk that never happens. Nobody ever asks such questions nor does such talk ever happen. He was a very gentle saint, a beautiful man but he did not know the tricks of the body, so he was talking to me about that.
“So he decided to shed his body in the month of January in ’96, and announced that he would attain Mahasamadhi. But there was a big ruckus all around. The rationalist society of Karnataka filed a case against him saying that this man is going to commit suicide, so they put two constables in the ashram.
“When I went there, he hugged me and cried, “I have not even plucked a flower from a tree. Even for my pooja I don’t pluck a flower, and they have put police in my ashram.” Just the insult of that hurt him very much. Not once did he even pluck a fruit. He didn’t want to hurt the trees. Only if they fell down he ate them. Otherwise he wouldn’t touch them. So I said, “Don’t worry. What are the police going to do to you?” So when the time to leave came for him, he sat outside on a small deck. About forty people were sitting in his ashram including the two constables. He sat in front of them and just left his body.
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