how Linganna, Sri Swamiji´s Granddad, became pious

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24.09.2003

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"Swamy, Shiva, Sangameshwara,The mother earth is your form. Agricultural

work is your worship. Considering the poor as your children, to do my best to

help them, I came to this place. I came to be near you as well. May be I did

not serve the poor up to your expectations. May be it did not satisfy you.

Honesty speaking, I did not hurt anyone. If that is true, why this revenge on

me?"

 

 

 

"I have only one son. Beware! Do you take him near you. If you do so, I

promise to leave his body in front of you and I myself will jump into the river.

Remember it is my vow. Do not take it lightly." I shouted words to that effect

and returned home with some peace of mind.

 

 

 

Jaya’s expected date of delivery was approaching fast. My son had probably

very few days to live on this earth. How can I describe the hell I was

experiencing? We were like living corpses next to our son’s bed.

 

 

 

The girls sat quietly in a corner. Every minute felt like eternity. I was

felling the pulse of my son and it was getting weaker. It made me fell icy cold

within myself. Just then I heard a voice at the door, "Who is Linganna?"

 

 

 

It was not voice of anyone I knew. It felt like that of a Harijan(20). It was

about 9.30 – 10.00 pm.

 

 

 

"Who could it be at this time?" shouting. I went to the door. "It is me, what

is it you wanted?" I asked.

 

 

 

"I understand someone is ill in here," said the stranger who looked elderly.

I could see him clearly in the moonlight but I was not in a position to take

note of any details.

 

"Who said so?"

 

"it does not matter. What is the illness?"

 

"Do you know how to trat?"

 

"I know it very well."

 

"May the Lord bless you. Come and see for yourself."

 

When he said that he knew to treat, I felt a ray of hope. For one who is

caught in a whirlpool, even a small stick feels like a big tree to hold on to.

 

 

 

"I cannot come in."

 

"Why?"

 

I am a "Panchama"(21)

 

"I do not have such feelings.But I do. So just give me the symptoms."

 

I I did n ot have any strength to argue. I described the symptoms as best as

I could and my wife added few more points.

 

 

 

"Is that all? There is no cause for anxiety. I have a herb for it. Wait for a

minute," saying so, he went to a spot near the river Arkavathi. After

searching for a while he came back with some herbs. "You have a full term lady

in

your house?" he asked.

 

"Yes, why?"

 

"Make her grind this herb and get her to put into his mouth while you hold

the mouth open. You can give me the results," he instructed.

 

I had never seen the herb before in the area. Jaya extracted some juice out

of it and we poured it into the mouth of Krishnappa. He vomited it all in only

2 minutes.

 

When I told him that he said, "Lucky".

 

"I was frightened to see him vomit. Please come in and see him." I asked him.

 

"I have told you that I follow the principles very strictly. Let the mother

do it once more."

 

This time Krishnappa retained the medicine. He started to sweat profusely.

His whole body was jumping up and down involuntarily. When I described it, the

old man said, "Extremely good sign, the medicine has worked. No need to give

him any more of the medicine. He does not need any other medicine. Gradually we

can build him up."

 

I went back to my son. He opened his eyes slowly but was still unable to

speak or move. I came out to tell the old man but he had disappeared. We looked

for him all over but could not find any trace of him.

 

 

 

"He will not be found dad. He told you not to be frightened any more," Jaya

consoled me.

 

The pulse was getting stronger. He was able to drink sips of milk and he was

conscious.

 

"Sangamesha, you have saved him."

 

I could not say any more words. I said mental prayers and thanked "Him". I

did not think that I should praise Him and express my gratitude.

 

 

 

Can you imagine my mental state? 1000’s of theories and thousands of

discourses could not stand in front of that single experience I had gone

through. My

son was born again. I, myself, was born a second time. I was a new man.

 

 

 

Next day we brought an Ayurvedic physician from Kanakapura. He said, "The

treatment he got is by Divine intervention, not by ordinary man. Look after him

like a baby for 10 more daya."

 

 

 

The treatment continued for 3 more months. He could move around in the bed.

In six months time he could speak. It took a year for him to recover

completely. Even now he has a slight stutter in his speech. I felt that it was

the

punishment by Sangameshwara for his pride.

 

 

 

With this episode, I had the proof that the Lord who is Omnipresent, the form

behind all forms, which is the goal in one’s life, support for our single

pointed concentration, and is the support of all, is easily available to us only

by worship. Giving a form to the formless in no way diminishes the power of

the Parabrahman.

 

 

 

Within two weeks Jaya gave birth to our Satyanarayana.

 

 

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Explanations:

 

 

Low caste hindu.

 

 

Panchama means "The fifth one". It refers to the person who is an outcaste.

He does not belong to any of the traditional four castes of Brahmana,

Kshatriyas, Vysya and the Sudras.