Walking Shiva of Kashi

"Trailanga Swami (reportedly 1607–1887) was a Hindu yogi and mystic famed for his spiritual powers. It is also said that he is the same as Kulandaiananda swamigal of south India who was based out of the south India village of Batlagundu in Tamil Nadu ." - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/- - Trailanga My family and I lived in a small town closest to Batlagundu for four years amongst the hills where the siddhas reside in Tamil Nadu. However, in all those years that we were there, I hardly had any idea except for a colleague of mine, who was into kundalini yoga, who mentioned about the siddhas to me briefly in 2007 and was joking to me about it. Fast forwarding to 2016, a very dear friend of our family, who had a very beautiful connection with Swamigal about one to two years ago, mentioned my name to him randomly on a different passing context. He asked her to summon me on the night of her daughter's pre-wedding ceremony. I was told that he recognised me before we were introduced to each other. My friend and I were a bit nervous and excited in anticipation of the meeting, clueless about what is to happen. At that time, my family and I just returned from Sweden because of a deep thirst and call to return to the country. And the circumstances were arranged. After the ceremony he asked me to sit in front of him and gaze at his forehead; since I wasn't really meditating much during those days so I tried my best to just look or stare. It took a long time, maybe about 20 mins. to half an hour of staring and I was getting tired. Nothing was happening, until I tried really harder. For awhile I thought, in my mind, a smoky beautiful and very graceful female deva looking form was coming out of my body, stayed on the top front of me and was gesturing at him. I could not understand what the form was trying to do or say, it was all I got. Of course, there was always a part of me that thought I was making it up. So when he opened his eyes, he asked me what I experienced. Nothing much I thought, but decided to share that experience with him. "She wants to talk." Swamigal replied with seriousness. I was at a loss, not knowing what to make out of his reply. "Who is she?" He then asked me, my family and my family's friend to enter a more private room and took his large beaded rudraksh mala and put it over my shoulder. I couldn't believe that those were just seeds of a tree, it was so heavy, it felt like a truck of steel on my shoulders. There was a heaviness but at the same time, a stillness as if large chains of steel arrested my mind, that there was no room for thought to interfere, though my thoughts struggled and fought back like an unwilling prisoner. What happened next will be disclosed only when I get his permission. But my life changed forever since that day. It took months before we met again, in between the first and the second meeting were dramatic transformations within and without my life circumstances. After a while, I slowly found peace with what has transpired with the initial experience and I grew more prepared and less confused. I never had anybody verbally and explicitly recognizing my inner spiritual journey (though nothing is not spiritual) before without even meeting me once (at least in this lifetime). The second meeting was totally of a different nature, as if he knew everything that has transpired in my private life. He responded with my readiness. I came to meet him to express my deep gratitude and take his blessings for my family before we return to the Philippines. Though the meetings are always seeped in deep spirit and miracles, as he was always known for, he showed deep humility instead, something only the greatest of the great are capable of. He spoke a bit of what is to come in our lives, but blessed us in our new journey. There, he spoke to me about the role of a diamond. A diamond on a throne vs. a diamond that is hidden in a cupboard or in between a book. The diamond loses not its value when it is not on a throne, because it knows it is already a diamond. His wife then added to speak to me about Hanumanji and his heart of humility. Indeed, the months that passed humbled us, and I diamond awaited after that long stretch, quite literally.