A Day with Sadhguru in Chamundi
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.
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.
I have a very deep bond with Mysore simply because I spent a large part of my period of growing up there. I am not looking at it emotionally or sentimentally, it is just the level of involvement I had with the land, the trees, the mountain, and with everything around – how deeply I looked at them, and the billion questions that I asked at billion different places in Mysore. For me, Mysore means a billion questions and at the same time, an incredible answer too.
This is a place I used to go to very frequently. This is a place where I have trekked extensively, I have camped, I have meditated and done many things. I even set up business meetings on Chamundi Hills. At a time in my life when I was fully engrossed in a variety of business activity, something fantastic happened to me. I remember the date exactly: it was the 23rd of September, 1982. From that day, I was never the same person again.
This stance of nakedness,
An effort to strip the soul.
Armed with nakedness and a bowl,
The glorious one made it to the goal.
The very sight of a waterfall is an invigorating experience for anyone. It is incredible to see how a flowing river transforms itself into a waterfall and again becomes a flowing river. This waterfall tucked away in a small niche in the Western Ghats is an incredibly beautiful place. I also happened to get married in a small temple near the Irupu waterfall which is known as the Irupu Rameshwara temple.
As you spend more time completely in the womb of nature, the way you feel things is very different. The longest that I have been alone in a forest without seeing a human face is about 23 days in Nagarhole. I think I must have walked over three hundred kilometers. Just walking through the jungle alone, what all nature does from morning to night, is so incredible. This is elephant and tiger country. And this is king cobra country.
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,” 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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