A prophecy was heard, that the princess would lose her distortion, the moment she sighted her suitor.
Thataathakai reached adolescence, and went on a battle spree, conquering kingdom after kingdom. They reached Himalayan foot hills - there were no more kingdoms to conquer.
And her anxious minister Sumathi, prodded her on - the prophecy was yet to be fulfilled. "There are kingdoms in the mountains, let's invade," she urged.
Pandyan army ventured into highlands, where the princess sighted Sundar-ishwara, the handsome Lord - and her third breast vanished. Thataathakai became Meena - akshi, the fish eyed.
- Story of Meenakshi, as told in tradition
What is a trail to one's core . . . ?
It is to recognize the no-self, . . . in oneself.
As one treks, slowly, nothing like the self remains. Only then the inner being, is.
That void, is the inner being. Because the void, is the whole.
An individual's striving to become whole, access one's core, is yoga or integration.
Kshema is myriad expressions of one's core, in the world - differential benefic manifestations.
Once, an industrialist wanted me, to visit his home.
He drove me in his expensive car, as we surveyed his sprawling estate; and arrived at his tucked away villa.
A uniformed guard greeted us, opened gates. The driveway snaked through well kept gardens - a gardener tended in the sunshine. We cruised into a plush portico paved with Italian marble. His wife hurried out to greet us, with billowing, blown hair.
The man turned to me, said apologetically, "What to do Swamiji; my prarabdha."
- Swami Chinmayananda
Peysaa anubhooti pirandaduwey
- Experience of Skanda, Arunagirinathar
