|Krishna Paksha Panchami||
It was the first time that I had picked the magazine from our bookstall. What caught my attention was the picture that adorned its cover page. Much excited I rushed back home and plunged into its contents and an hour later I was all determined to set out on a journey to Jodhpur the very next day. My wife was left even more amazed on beholding the picture of the revered Sanyasi.
"He is the same Yogi", she cried with delight mixed surprise. "Yes" I said, "It's He! What more he is living in Jodhpur at present. Will you accompany me?" ?Oh yes. I cannot forget how he saved us from near ruin", cried my wife.
I too can never forget those days when poverty, misery and problems dogged us incessantly. Many were the days when our only son would cry himself to sleep, without food. And to think of it that my father was a millionaire with business spread all over India! We were four brothers and being the eldest I was closest to father. Another reason for this was that my brothers wished to have a share in the gains without putting in any efforts. But father would have none of their ways and was very strict in his dealings with them.
Then one day I suddenly got news that father had seriously taken ill in a far off city where he was for some business deal. I rushed there but the best of medical help could not save him. It was almost a month after his demise before I could return. To my utter dismay my brothers had fraudulently taken possession of everything.
Money was in their hands and it bought all officials rendering all my efforts to get an equal share futile. Forced to leave the city I sought refuge in the ancient paternal home in our native village. Misfortune pursued us there too and I was shocked to find that our fertile land had become barren. Efforts to start a business went in vain for no one was ready to help. For a year we laboured in the fields but we could hardly make two ends meet.
We could go without food but it was really tormenting to listen to the heart rending cries of our ten year old son. How many times I thought of suicide! Finally we decided to sell all we had and leave the village. Plans were afoot when one day there was a loud knock at the door. It was a Sadhu seeking food. Tears welled in my eyes and I choked on my voice -- "Baba, we have not eaten for three days. Our son is dying with hunger".
The Sadhu listened aptly to my tale of woes. At last he said to my wife, "I am taking him with me. Don't worry he shall return tomorrow". I don't know why, but none of us protested. Quietly I followed him to a nearby jungle and then into a secret cave. It was dark. In a few minutes he had a holy fire roaring. Asking me to sit by his side he began chanting Mantras. He made me perform Sadhana of Lord Kartikeya, a deity who brings prosperity and success to his Sadhaks. Having accomplished it I went to sleep there itself. Next morning I was surprised to find myself on outskirts of the jungle. The Yogi was nowhere to be seen!
I returned home and in a few days an old acquaintance of my father who had come to know of my misfortune contacted me and invited me to be a partner in his firm. There was no looking back from then on and my business took off at amazing speed till I was four times more well off than my father had been.
Now years later the magazine in my hands revealed that the Sanyasi had been Paramhans Swami Nikhileshwaranand who now lived in Jodhpur as a family man, helping millions like me with the help of Sadhnas. The day I met him again is the most cherished day of my life. With his permission the same Kartikeya Sadhana appears here for the benefit of all.
The best day for this Sadhana is the fifth day of the bright fortnight of the lunar month. It can be tried any time -- early morning or late at night. Have a bath and sit on a sky blue mat robed in a dress of same colour. Cover a wooden seat with a sky blue cloth and on it draw a lotus with eight petals with rice dyed red with vermilion. On this place the Kartikeya Yantra.
Light a ghee lamp and incense. Offer flowers, vermilion, unbroken rice grains on the Yantra. Chant thus-
Sinderaarunn- Kaanti- minduvadanam
vibhushitatanum Swargasya Soukhyapradam.
Thereafter with Soubhagya rosary chant 13 rounds of this Mantra-
||| Om Kam Ksham Kam Kaartikeyaay Phat |||
Offer laddoos on the Yantra and partake of the Parsaad. Drop the Yantra and rosary in a river or pond the next day. Offer food to a boy of 6 to 10 years the same day.