11:11 - When The Door Opens from Within for a Cosmic Cadence part-2.
Walking in the truth that was promised long before I even knew its name
On August 15, 2025, at 11:11 a.m., I stepped into a moment that felt drawn from a different time, a moment I can only describe as destined. I wasn’t alone. The person who walked with me wasn’t just a friend I’d known for six months. He felt chosen, a divine invitation to come into contact with me. We call our bond a divine intervention, a pact we share as Kshetrapalas—the guardians of a sacred temple and its deity.
My Guruji is a private man who lives at home, not in an ashram. He isn’t the type to hand out flowers and glossy smiles, to offer empty words that melt away too soon. He is more; a private and quiet powerful sadhaka of Maa Adya Mahakali, guided by a lineage that began with a Gupt Sadaka who invoked him and initiated Smasahana Kali Sadhana. His energy, his aura—it's something you feel before you understand it.
I could go on and on about him, and my writer friend is helping to tell this story with other remarkable writers who stand beside us. Someday, I hope the world will remember my Guru, his name with the same reverence as Ramakrishna Paramahamsa or Swami Vivekananda. For me, he is my Maha Kala Bhairava.
There was a moment, a simple act that became a turning point: my friend and I asked for a photograph with him, hesitating, unsure if he’d say yes. He did—“why not?” And in that instant, I chose not to pose as a mere tourist but to be utterly, vulnerably present. I pulled him into a raw, emotion-filled hug. He answered with a gentle, warm hold, and I felt a relief I had never known in my forty years. The warmth was on a different plane altogether.
As I hugged him, I whispered a gratitude that rose from deep inside: thank you, anna. It took me years to come to this moment, and he reassured me softly that everything would be alright. He rubbed my back, a simple gesture that carried immense certainty. Tears came, unbidden, and a magic settled over us.
What followed felt like history unfolding in real time. We entered the space at 11:11, coming in through a doorway that passed near the cow shed, greeted first by Karupan and his family, then by the deeper presence inside. When the Guru speaks, his voice carries a warmth and radiance that feels almost celestial. Yet when he speaks from the garbhagriha, it is as if Devi herself is speaking through him, not a man. You have to feel it to know what I mean.
My friend offered a copy of the book Vajra — The Red Flame, and the Guruji received it with genuine joy, reading it with clear appreciation for the effort of our community. The bench, the work, the mission—he spoke of them with a tenderness that made every word sound like a vow.
He spoke of the Creative Bench and why its members must be steadfast, exclusive sadhaks who carry the mission forward. His words painted a vision: a temple temple-bound, the energy of the mission placed at the forefront by those who have given themselves to it wholeheartedly. Listening was pure bliss.
Then came the temple discussions. He spoke of a place for Her that would be close to a flowing river, a forest, a mountain side—a place that felt almost written in a sacred script already. It was a jinx-of-a-moment to hear that alignment echoed in the Vajra book, and we both stood in shared joy.
The moment of the idol’s arrival filled the room with a different kind of light. I asked for permission to bring Her inside, and his immediate, affirming response—“why didn’t I get her in first place?”—was a beacon. I rushed to the car, passed the gate, lifted the heavy wrapped idol, and brought Her into the house. He affirmed that worshipping Her in that form was honoring the right order, and he gave the vidhi and the guidance on Her placement. A part of me hoped He would say, “Let Her stay for 48 days,” and He did say something that echoed that very wish. Tears streamed down again, uncontained, and I fell at his feet, overwhelmed, saying, “Ok, anna.” Words failed me.
This leader, this avatar, spoke with clarity and force: Bhairava himself guiding us toward Devi, with Krishna’s words weighting the journey. He emphasized the importance of shishyas, of the lineage, of keeping the path straight and true. While he spoke, I could swear I heard Krishna speaking to his own disciple, and I watched a post about Krishna and Arjuna appear on the same day—a moment of synchronicity beyond explanation.
We shared kumkum, chandanam, a handmade symbol of our devotion, to be offered to Maa for Abhisheka. My guruji smiled—this was not just welcome; it was a recognition of a sacred rite being honored. We felt as if we were floating, on cloud nine, carried by the pure delight of the moment.
Who are we to deserve such a moment? He reminded us gently that this meeting was already written by Devi, and that none could have prevented it from happening. Our time with him felt like a passage carved in the heart of the divine.
During the encounter, we also met Skanda—Vajra Guruji’s second son. To us, he looked like Skanda himself, radiant and teeming with light, playing with toys as if to remind us that divinity can come in the softest forms.
He told us not to stress, to slow down, to savor life and its indulgences as offerings from Devi. I had posted a question in the group the day before; he addressed it in person, as if answering directly from the source. It was a small, living miracle.
As we prepared to leave, we felt compelled to linger a moment longer, to drink in the energy one last time. Our farewell was again warm and sacred—a long hug, a gaze that said we were seen, and a blessing that promised safety on the road ahead. Karupan, Bhairavas, and Skanda lingered in us as we stepped into the car, their smiles a sign that the day’s magic would travel with us.
On the ride back, we laughed and shouted with pure happiness, still riding the crest of that extraordinary day. We kept some conversations private, sacred to us, to be held close in our own hearts. The Guruji’s words to us—that we are chosen, that Devi herself planned this—echoed in our ears as the day’s pulse slowly settled.
Gurujis words for us—U both especially are chosen ones, and this was Devi’s plan that made us loose with joy as we drove away. The day flooded us with a rush of dopamine and an adrenaline high that lingers in memory, ready to rise again at a single recollection.
This will go a long way down and we now know the real purpose of being in this mission not just as sadhaks - to be the Bhairava himself as my Guru shall create a magnum opus one day soon - The divine temple of Maa Adya Maha Kali as she comes and shall be the only Ray of Hope in this Kaliyuga
Bhairava Kalike Namostute
Jai Maa Adya Maha Kali
Gurubhyo Namaha
- By Dr.KN Shisya of Gurudev Shri Praveen Radhakrishnan