The Train of Sacred Chakras.
Ayyappa Devotees. Dining Passengers. The Learning Child.
Come peer at life through the eyes of Aura Masters, Tarun & Celia Cherian, Dec 11, 2014
As we all know the Great Indian Railway Journey is a wonderful introduction to humanity, to life in India, to life itself. But recently, Celia & I were chugging along to Cochin to see Tarun's parents, in Garib Rath's 3 rd a/c. And as all know this is Ayyappa time. When vast numbers of devotees, male and women {6< >60} move by train, bus and what have you into central Kerala.
Great groups all in black lungis, naked feet, rudrakshas, bundles of black cloth make their pilgrim paths, sometimes chanting, sometimes trying to make sense of travel arrangements. 12 scattered berths across the bogie, leads to interesting permutations and combinations… Getting the 65 year old mother for example in the middle side berth, as big as a place as a tiny coffin is a chore, as some man is given the task, to lift her up. All are being pushed beyond the circle of their comfort. But there is a deep humanity evident, a helpfulness that extends far beyond the pilgrim's little coterie.
As is Celia & my wont {Yes, an old English word} we often use the brief times we leave home as opportunity to marvel at people's auras. Not peek in. Not seek the ugly. But marvel at.
Now as many know, The Ayyappa Devotee practises abstinence, walks bare feet, wears a common black lungi and shirt/ top, practises chanting and surrenders to his devotion.
So, taking this as opportunity, we look at their auras… Hello…Wow… We look again and again, and again, and we notice the same recurring pattern in a 30 devotees.
Now as many of you Devadhara Healers and Cosmic Heart Spiritualists would know if you looked, or read your notes is that the root chakra usually is a colour that varies from brilliant post box red, to murky or fertile black.
As we looked at virtually all Ayyappa Devotees, from Men to Kids, to Grandma's we saw the same amazing sight, we see their root chakras are an intense Persian blue. It looks like a spearpoint of a gas cutting flame. So, what does that mean? It means that the period of prayer was transforming people's chakras responsible for survival, life-death, and reproduction. They are, even if only for a month, finding an alternate survival setting. A setting that changes your stance making you more controlled, more intense, more aware, more dream-clear, more precise, more withdrawn, more willing to seek truths.
Secondly, at the back of the sacral, was usually a warm orange, these are desire-matrixes, again they look revived, purified. It was much brighter than the classic modrn sacral chakra.
Third, in some, not many devotees one noticed a flattened disc behind the bindu. Not unlike the saint's halo. We notice their crown's were not particularly different from normal passengers, but their bindu's are. This is often called the most mysterious chakra. A chakra that gives us ingress to secrets of the cosmos before it emerges as the cosmos.
Last, and not least, we notice, the feet chakras. They are brighter.
We see here how The Ayyappa Spiritual Devotion and Pilgrimage can make a real difference. How it can renew the spirit. Enrich it. Are all pilgrimages the same? How are they different? How is the Spanish 800 km trail different? Are pilgrimages without a clearcut God at the centre as enriching? Is a long-walk the same as a pilgrim making his painful way up the mountain? A quick digression.
Nilima & Manisha & friends did the gruelling 800 km pilgrimage trail in Spain. That they were doing it indicated a deep yearning. However, it was an open-ened pilgrimage trail. The horizons larger because there was nothing fixed. But on the other hand, the stakes were lower, the focus diffused. They were not bloodied by a belief in Christ's suffering or the fear of an Ayyapa Devotees. Tigers did not threaten to devour them if they were less, demons would not claim them if they were not Jesus like in their progress. Did both gain out of it? Yes. Manisha discovered that her massages can heal. Miraculously. Nilima realised the silence that a pilgrim needs to discover. In aura terms, their feet, navel & throat chakras had come alight.
Many go to ManaSarovar, typically we discover it strengthens the Bindu, the Back of Heart and Sacral Chakras. We remember Seemaa's aura after she returned from Manasarovar. It was like their were rays behind her head. When Shweta went to Manasarovar many were worried if her health could take it. There she was on fire. As if all her illnesses had fallen away. As if she was filled with boundless energy. A week after she returned her body returned to familiar ailments. But her spirit has never forgotten her high.
30 years ago, my uncle, MA Abraham, Babuchayen returned from a trip to Jerusalem and the River Jordan. I still remember how aflame he was. Looking back we see he was crowned with light. Liftied up by a flame from root to crown. He gave us a vial of Jordan water and we were told to distribute it. Of course we forgot about it, and put it aside, 6 months later it had evaporated to half... So we then added good Cauvery water and gave it to the faithful. In retrospect we regret this. Not that we think the river Cauvery is any less holy than the River Jordan. Today we realise that each river has its own signature, and we treasure a bottle of Manasarovar water that Seemaa brought us, and the copperpot of Ganga jal that Chitra brought home.
Celia's mom went on a similar trail in France when she went to Lourdes. There you have to take off all your clothes and step naked into the icy stream of lourdes, packed according to the faithful with healing properties. So what did it do? Chakrawise, from photographs of participants, {not naked in the river}, we see the sacral turns a blue, the 3rd eyes wake. And the throat chakras, though possibly negatively from the cold.
Sometimes, pilgrimages can be liberating and disorienting. For example, when Chitra first went to Benares, she called us dizzy, seeing in each face a thousand faces, speaking in numerous voices of past lives.
Now, personally for Celia & I, we are not traditional pilgrimage people. For us a drive to town, a walk along the beach, a trip to the market can be a pilgrimage, with God staring out of every nook and corner. But perhaps that is too easy, too arm-chairish. For sometimes the real lesson of the pilgrimage is not in the walking, or even in the reaching but in the leaving home. A friend went on a trek, one of the most difficult things was shitting in the open. And yet, possibly the most rewarding... was this... the kicks the ego received.
Many however see pilgrimages as group activities. Where deep bondings and friendships are made. And certainly among the Ayyappa devotees, and from the Ayyappa devotees to others deep grace was shown. But often this carves the world into narrow strips. Hindus on Hindu treks, Muslims on Muslim paths, Christians on Christian walks.
But some would argue what is a pilgrimage if not alone? When Chitra went to the source of the Ganga, she did not stop where most stop, but climbed a whole day and a half higher to the real beginning. There was no one else for miles and hours. It was a lonely walk up, with a knee that was suspect, but a heart that could spread its wings. At night, she woke up feeling an intense, cold, electric presence in the room. What was it? It was The Ganges, dancing, blessing her with its presence.
Sometimes Pilgrimages however have an expiry date. When the pilgrim stops being the wanderer. After a gruelling trek, Palli returned with a bad knee. During the healing, immediately after the trek we were told that the reason she got the bad knee was that she had already met the core of Vaishno Devi, that in fact, she was asked not to return as seeker. But she had. It was also told that her knee could be healed greatly 2.5 years later. {It was dramatic. The incidents around that healing were related in a Tickle a year ago.}Ok enough of a digression, and lets continue to Cochin...
Now, there is a distressful trend that I have been party to. The Vandal's Axe. The so-called rationalist's snigger, the irreverence of the Western-School-taught. Here we break, half-participate in, flee, sabotage, smirk at, every tradition possible. We believe we can create new ways of life, we do not see how precious tradition really is. For they hold nuances of life, impossible to otherwise attain. Running after the new, often like vandals, leaves ashes and broken images in its wake. On their corpses can we plant new tree? Perhaps. If we modernist's realise just how blind we are.
Breaking tradition, smashing taboo is one of the easiest ways to get attention. And can also make a vital point. But can it make a vital new difference? Wait for a later article on advertising; vandal, and social binder.
We turn our attention back to the train, to 'pet puja', now, to dinnertime, snacktime, the next most vivid occupation of the Indian train journey.
Now as most of you Devadhara Healers & Cosmic Heart Seekers know, the chakra most associated with food is… no guesses needed for this one. The navel chakra. And indeed many who were dining had navels like flames.
But there were many interesting exceptions. A mother who also was doling out food had her heart chakra awake. Giving, something simple, and everyday… is not as we modern idiots believe it – mundane. It is deep, central and joyous.
We turned our attention to a couple feeding a two year old child, the boy was on the father's lap, the mother was feeding the child and showing a picture book to the child, the child was reading and also eating.
The father's aura was the most straightforward. He had a glowing heart chakra.
The mother's aura had many chakras awake, but principally two. The throat, bindu & temples {She was expressing herself, communicating, and reflecting}, and the navel chakra {She was either hungry herself, or was relishing the food she was sharing}.
The child had a brilliant 3 rd eye, but his navel chakra was dull and grey. His brain was being fed. But his digestion was suffering from the distraction. In the long run, it will make the child mentally brilliant, capable of leaps, but with poorer concentration, with a certain greed, slight tendency towards blood pressure…
In front of me I watch Celia as she connects, plays games on her touch phone. Her bindu and 3 rd eye come alight.
Later at night, we observe the train full of sleepers. Typically, their solar plexuses are dark, and bindus are lit. Also, in the case of some, their sacrals were dark blue.
Later as we arrive, we see that for most alighters, the lesser Tao circuit was alive, especially the solar plexus chakra. The train of chakras course takes a slight detour as Buffy left behind at home astral travels and curls up next to me. When she travels her 3 rd eye and sacral are most used.
The Great Indian Train Journey has lost a lot of its Greatness. For with A/c, we are less connected to the stations. We are less connected to the country. We are less connected to her richness. As I look at the aura notes of earlier train journeys I see that while I am more comfy now, the relationship cords less strengthened. Also, the railway station of childhood was richer. There were more things to eat, more specialities, more regional richness, more India . Nagpur oranges, Ernakulam Ethekya, chai khullars, milk different at every region… Yes, we do appreciate the cleaner loos, neater platforms… but it is at a price.
But we shall not end with a sour taste, for muh meetha karnay kay liyay we kept for the last. The most beautiful chakra – wisdom's glory. A grandmother sitting crosslegged and now and then offering a morsel to a grandchild had a glorious crown. She was more like a devima giving prasad to a devotee!
The other day, a Chinese exec who came to us as a lark and left amazed asked us {as so many have}, how we could get so much info by just looking at the empty space around her. Well, we told her and would like to remind each of you, of the great secret. Trust yourself. Ratify. And Practice. Practice. Practice.
The wise keep their eyes open on the journey of life. It makes for a richer journey and a better destination.