AUM BABAJI NAMA! - Kriya Babaji Nagaraj

V.T.N. obeyed the command and went near. “Remove that upper cloth.” He did. The Satguru tapped
the center of the chest with His finger and then did the same thing on either side slightly higher up.
The journalist meditated for a couple of hours and did not get a wink of sleep because of his leg
pain. In the early morning the same strange voice which spoke about the posthumous publication,
addressed him: “Are you justified in making another pledge, something in order to feed your
children?”
V.T.N.: “Who are you?” Without a reply the conversation ended.
The journalist was busy arranging his table a few moments after the clock chimed 10:30 pm. Then
the Light flashed and Babaji was there.
Babaji: “My child, are you strengthening the voice to produce a posthumous publication?”
V.T.N.: “I do not care for any voice except the voice of Babaji and I don’t worry if both the books that
you have commanded me to bring out are posthumous. But, I know this, Babaji, that your words can
never be belied. Did you not say if only we both worked together for three years your mission would
have been well served? Then how can that go wrong?”
As soon as he uttered these words he shivered and was about to fall down. The nimble-footed
Master quickly jumped and caught him in his embrace. After kissing his head in the center, and
wiping His two eyes filled with tears, he remarked: “Shiva did not make Markandeya 1 seventeen but
ever sixteen. So you WILL also be ever 51.
“Hum! Now write, if you must. After you finish Sivananda take up Aurobindo. You don’t require
anybody’s help for that.”
The journalist wrote twelve pages. At 2 a.m. Babaji intervened. “That will do, my child. Your doctor
will come to take you at nine in the morning for the special heart injection and he will arrange for
some more injections in the hospital. You need have no fear. You will be ever fifty-one.”
All this came to pass. And V.T.N. lay unconscious at the General Hospital between 9:30 a.m. and 3
p.m. after the injection. Then he undertook a long walking trip to San Thome to participate in the
group meditation, after touching the writer’s fingers to impart the vibration of Babaji’s embrace.
1 Mrikandu Munivar worshipped Shiva and sought from him the boon of begetting a son. He was given the
choice between a gifted son with a short lived tenure on earth and a dunce with a long life. Mrikandu Munivar
chose the former, and was blessed with Markandeya, an exemplary son, destined to die at the age of 16.
Markandeya grew up to be a great devotee of Shiva. On the day of his destined death, Markandeya continued
to worship a Shivalingam. The messengers of Yama, the God of death were unable to take away the lad's life,
given his devotion to Shiva and his being engaged in the act of worship. Yama himself came in person to take
Markandeya’s life away and attempted to spring his noose around the young sage's neck. But the noose
landed around the Shivalingam instead, and out of it, Shiva emerged in all his fury and kicked Yama, killing
Death itself. He then revived Yama, under the condition that the devout youth, Markedeya, would live forever.
Thus, “forever sixteen”.
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