Reviving Ancient Culture
THASMAI GURUDEVA ASHRAM
Gurudevan used to visit Varkala Sivagiri during his mid-thirties.
Karineelakott Sankara Narayanan, the royal physician of that time, would often remember Gurudevan with affection on special occasions — even when a banana ripened at his home. Gurudevan, without ever being told, would somehow arrive at the very moment they thought of him and spend a few days with those who loved him.
From that time onward, they began to treasure and preserve everything connected with him — the sandals Gurudevan used, the house where he stayed, and the natural spring where he bathed — safeguarding them through five generations. It has now been more than three hundred years.
Now it is our turn to preserve them faithfully
Gurudevan used to say: "I would rather receive your one rupee than the gold donation of an unrighteous person." Even the oil you used to lit the lamp should come from the earnings of a righteous person.
Gurudevan sincerely wished to perform countless noble deeds and was willing to wait for ages for disciples firmly rooted in righteousness.
If you follow Panchadarma and Panchashuddhi, you too can become the kind of disciple he envisioned. Those who once shared the dawn by my side have become sages — some living as householders, others as Himalayan monks. Even today, one can still find a handful of yogis at Karineelakott.
THASMAI GURUJI AND VALMIKI ASHRAM
I watched a video that told the story of how Goddess Sita was abandoned in the forest, and it filled me with deep sorrow.
The video said that “Lord Sri Rama asked Lakshmana to leave Goddess Sita in the forest, and following Lord Rama’s instruction, Lakshmana left her in the forests near Pulpally in Wayanad. Later, Sage Valmiki found Sita wandering there and took her to his ashram.”
Hearing such repeated references to Lord Sri Rama—the very embodiment of dharma and a divine incarnation—abandoning Sita Devi in the forest filled my heart with immense pain and heaviness.
A deep longing arose within me — if only the truth behind this story could be revealed to the world.
Perhaps it was destiny that guided me to Pulpally, and from there, to the sacred Valmiki Ashram, as if the universe itself was showing me the way
