From Darkness To Light

His lotus feet I wear on my Sahasara ...just above it where exactly the Guru's feet should be. His smile calms down my tide. I could not meet him in this lifetime. Well, I have known him lifetimes ago and Amritha ..let me call him. so. His short name was and is my teacher, my Guru.

It was 1999, I walked into that art gallery and teaching institute. It was near my husband's house, I was not married then, It was for my students we want some sculptures ...and we were referred to this place.

I was just reviving from the shock of a break-up with Anand and Inside I was as feeble. Today Anand is my backbone and we are one entity God made so. To think we are dual was madness.

I met the sculptor and he told me his family is the temple sculptors and thus our conversation began. While inspecting the room I saw the drawing of a special man, Today I know it is my Guru s Guru an awadootha ...who lived.

He taught me about awadootha , the path which I have to take and then he added go to Devipuram ...you must and meet Amrithanatha..you would find your way then.

I told him I just got a new job and my life is just settling back to normal and I could not leave 

He told me, after a sigh, you will seek him, but you may find him only in the ethereal form...

I never took this so severe though. I am a staunch Devi upasaka and I have offered my life to Mahakali .Years later I searched the art class centre and no one even my husband says they no anything other than a family of old temple sculptors who lived there long ago.

So I started following my Guru, I never bothered about whether he was alive or not. To me, he is a reality, someone who talks to me, and whispers courage when I get sad about scandals.

I know I am known and there is goodness, light in me than all clouds about me.

I started learning from my Guru. It would seem fiction to people but to me, my path was so important. I wanted to learn it and I met great people, Om swami who taught me kundalini ...and nothing came easy, to cut across the Nadi and raise myself was grace...

All the knowledge people said should not and would not Amritha the scientist of my country opened for the common man. To me, there is no difference between Goddess and Him. He pointed to each and I imbibed and invoked each.

To my reading ability, he prescribed books and sastra .

When life made it so difficult to sustain in a foreign county even with all my credentials, Amritha healed my wounds, he asked for focus, and mindfulness and I have never been to his abode but met many related to him.

A teacher dispels darkness, is benevolent and is a lifetimes gift. One earns it with a kind of austerityb...I often tell him I am in search of Dattatreya...will I ever find him

My Guru says ..yes, he is looking out for you too, keep flowing with the same love, infinite kindness and light that would enlighten any darkness.

I surrendered at his feet ...my life was never the same until after I found him. Anrithanantha Saraswathy is that distance to me from darkness to light ...my teacher.