A couple of hours which will forever be entwined in my memory..even as I write this, a thousand pinpricks wiggle on to my fingers, my eyes close..and I wait for it to diffuse.
If you need to be one with nature, get entangled in the mysterious aura..tread on rough gravel, and rocky steps, amidst these huge vines , giant rocks caressed by these vines, this is the place..absolute silence is a must, so that you are conscious of the divine aura that surrounds you, this is not a picnic spot. Sit on the stone steps and listen to the sound of the woods, of the trees, of the birds,..because you do not stumble upon such a place, often. Temple visits are best when accompanied by my brother Rajive and cousin Deepak. My hubby needs to be told by a Jyothishi (astrologer) to visit such and such a temple..and the next moment, he is there,,but if I ask him to take me....no..have ceased asking him, as exploring new temples, are not one of his priorities. We reached there around four in the evening, and we were greeted by an old man who introduced himself as Namishi, which is a title bestowed on those who has reached a certain grade in Nadi Sastra (reading of thaaliyolas). for those who are not aware of naadi Astrology... Naadi jyotsyam is a stream of astrology,practised in Tamil nadu, and some parts of Kerala, wherein our previous birth and our names and lives are all written down in Taaliyolas (leaves) by the ancient people who deal in this science. It is believed to be a mirror of your previous life, just so, as per karma, we are given this life according to our actions in the previous karma. Naadi shastra claims to rectify our past karmas and gives us a chance to atone for our deeds.your full previous life is before you.. Anyway it is very interesting to find your name etched in a leaf, etched by someone aeons ago in a script that is greek to you. I haven’t yet been there..but we shall see, if I can make it for curiosity sake at least. First you need to go there and register your name..and they search and get it out for you and the reading is taped.
There was not a soul in sight, but the glowing lamp, the prasad, and the utensils were telltale signs of recent activity |
Left to right: Rajive(my brother, me, Anita (Deepak's wife), Deepak (cousin), and Narayana Namishi |
love the rustle of the crispy leaves beneath your feet..the sound is so prominent in the total stillness |
Sitting on a vine |
A natural rocky depression |
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You are
at a loss at the never ending vines, some strong some thin, some curved, some
straight some on the ground and some hanging where it begins and where it ends.., you can
swing on, lie down and take a nap on some..you have no clue..such is the
network..like a million snakes, like the human race, and the saga of life. We descended the long stone steps which took us to clearing where huge rock held tell
tale signs of a Pooja which just happened, and flame was flickering softly. A priest appeared and we asked him about the
place and he enlightened us that there is an offering today, so the Goddess
will appear as Theyyam. It is believed
that a beautiful and pious lady called
Neeli was abducted and murdered by a local King. She turned into a blood
thirsty demon, but when he prayed for forgiveness, she turned into a mother
form. This mother form is now believed to come and bless devotees, whenever
devotees in distress asks for help. So unlike other temples where Theyyam is
seasonal, here it happens as an offering.
There was another flight of rocky steps which
led us to a rock, totally enmeshed with
the vines.. was it a rock like Ahalya…waiting for moksha? the silence .. the
dense overgrowth of trees. We sat and meditated on the stone steps..welcomed
the tingling sensations seep into our soul. By the time we heard drum beats and
we sat on the stone steps , and waited for the Theyyam, two boys were on the
drums, and there amidst the trees, we
saw the tall head gear of the theyyam..it was an awesome sight..
The Theyyam appeared, and after some time the
devotees stood around the Goddess to hear the prophecy. At last it was my turn,
I was afraid that my turbulent situations would be bared before the crowd, but
no..she looked straight into my
eyes..our eyes locked, and that was it..not a word. Maybe I was too
complex or beyond repair.... Rest in pictures.
I thank
Jacob Abraham, a writer, and an author, who belongs to Kottayam, works in
Kannur FM, and is simply blown away by the feel of Kannur. He seeps into the
soul of Kannur and he is the one who told me about
Neeliyar kotam , though it is just a stone’s throw away, I was not aware
of it.
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