Do You Wish for Vajra, My Son?
11/09/2025:
Another day passes in the hum of deadlines. I don’t complain; the pay check is good, life is stable, almost too peaceful—so peaceful that boredom gnaws at me. But beneath all that calm, one ache always lingers: separation from my birth mother.
I grew up away from her—school, then higher studies, then work. Now, we rarely meet. She smiles at my success, proud of who I’ve become, but we both feel the emptiness. I long for her presence: to sit in her kitchen and savour every morsel she feeds me, to hear her stories for hours, to celebrate her as she ages gracefully, to take her places she’s never seen.
Every wish circles back to her, and to one haunting question: Ma, why did You separate me from the one who gave me life?
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11/09/1899:
A young man—curious, restless—found himself drawn to a Guru whose presence radiated something otherworldly. He followed him secretly, imitating his pooja, hoping to summon the same divine presence. But his efforts left him hollow.
One day, the Guru confronted him gently:
"Child, why the sulking face? You’ve been watching me, trying my rituals, but the Devi hasn’t answered, has she?"
Startled, the boy admitted his failure. The Guru chuckled softly. "Come."
They sat by a quiet riverbank, the Guru’s voice calm but piercing as he questioned him:
Are you doing well in life both physically & mentally?
Yes
Do you live with your parents?
Yes, we all live under same hut happily
Are they doing well in life?
Yes, they love me and they love each other I’m so happy with them and we spend a lot of time talking, cooking and going around
Seems like you are the only child, your mother feeds you every day?
Yes
The Guru smiled knowingly.
"Then listen carefully: Devi’s Kripa already flows through your veins. She lives in your family, your blood. You need not imitate me to prove her presence. But one day, if you truly seek complete oneness with her… that is a different path."
The Guru’s tone deepened:
"Devi is a beggar for love, and you are a beggar for her. To welcome her fully, your inner temple—the Garbhagriha—must be empty, ready. When she chooses to enter, she will come as Ma Yashoda, replacing even Ma Devaki in your heart."
She will feed you through your own hands, you will feed her through you
She live through your breath, celebrate through your joy
You will celebrate her every day because Shakti resides there where she’s always celebrated
She will let you sit in her dhyana everyday
She already knows what you want to tell her, yet she still listens patiently
you already know the fact that she knows yet you still tell her with love – that bond with her
You won’t need to scour temples for her, she sits with you in your house, right in your Garbhagriha where you become the Priest of that Shakti Peeta.
But without a Garbhagriha all that is not possible organically, we think we might be ready or not yet ready, but who are we to decide? She decides the right time. So right time will come in your life, but when she gives you the Vajra, know it you have to master both the sides. You can’t sit the corner of a room cribbing and complaining. When Devi is coming to your life, welcome her with both your hands
She will love so deeply and ferociously that nobody can even touch you and people will call you a mad man – Khyapa
Oh is that why people call you Khyapa, Guruji?
If mother wants to call me that, so be it my child.
- Bhairava Shishya & KaliPutra
- By Kaliputra Madhav Shisya of Gurudev Shri Praveen Radhakrishnan