Mookambika Temple: A Powerhouse

Last weekend, I had been to Mookambika temple, Kollur. I had been there only once earlier... That was such a long time ago.

This pilgrimage was a tour-de-force in my spiritual life. Mookambika Devi just ushered me in with her beckoning but elusive smile. Once inside the main temple, I was transfixed. The Devi's idol just tranquilized me and the hidden-from-view Shivalinga, in front of her, just emanated enough power to make me aware of His subtle presence too. :-)

I will try to put in words what I felt inside me...

Every time I went inside on all three days, a wave of ecstasy and euphoria engulfed me the moment I sat down after having theertham. I was not myself when my eyes were closed. I saw visions of a mountain, a ray of light as if it was dawn... And then I saw the Devi's idol in its pristine glory without the sari that adorns it now. Each wave crashed me and I felt as if I was on a boat all alone at sea. The rough waves tossed me up and down and sideways. Inside, I could not sense anything from the outside world, except the fragrance of thick smoke that emanated from Ganapati homam in the morning. Looks like smell was the only tanmatra left inside me. My head was heavy. It was empty but heavy. Once in a while, I felt as if I am choking inside.

Every time I sat down, I was away only for about 30 minutes or so in real time but I felt as if I was away only for a minute. As Sadhguru says, I have jumped beyond the walls now. Now, I yearn to be in that "jumped" state.

Virupaksha Cave (at TV Malai) and Neem Tree (at Alandi), come meet your match. 

The icing on the cake was the trek up to Kodachadri hill. Spent few moments alone at Dhyana Peetham/Sarvajna Peetha. This is where Adi Shankara meditated and had a vision of the Devi. The moolasthana of Sri Mookambika Devi is also just 2kms below this peetha. 

Oh mother, oh Devi, please call me back. Invite me again soon. For I have not drunk enough of your milk from your all-welcoming, warm bosom. You left me fulfilled but thirsty. And I need more than just theertham and ecstasy next time!

Your perfume... I still remember.

Perfume... A great one is remembered and noticed. It lingers in your memory as an aftertaste along with the person who wore it. Just like fine music, it has an opening note and a closing one after it dries out... I may forget how you look like, that may change. I may forget your voice. That may change. My memories of your voice may fade... But I will never forget your natural fragrance. 

Here's to that girl who smelt like a thousand lilies in bloom. 

I still remember you; every time I sleep with some body.