SUBJECT: Sivanadiyar Mohan Kumar
STATUS: System Initialization
TAGS: #OriginStory, #Atheism, #Osho, #DeathMeditation
1. The Null Hypothesis (1992–2006)
I was born in 1992 into a reality where "purpose" was a luxury, and survival was the only goal. My family was poor—three meals a day was a dream, not a guarantee. My father worked as a security guard, standing watch over other people's wealth, while my mother fought her own battles to keep us fed.
In that environment, there was no room for God. There was only the harshness of reality. But my mind was hungry. By age 10, I had mastered the English alphabet. While my stomach was often empty, I filled my mind at the local library. The library was the only temple I knew, and silence was my only prayer.
At age 14, I found my first Guru, though he was an anti-Guru: Thanthai Periyar. His rationalist ideology became my operating system. He taught me to question everything, to reject superstition, and to stand on the ground of logic. I became a staunch Atheist. To me, God was just a story for the weak.
2. The Deconstruction (2011–2016)
I carried this atheism into my Engineering studies. I fell in love with a girl from my street at 17, completed my Computer Science degree, and landed my first IT job in 2014. I fought against family opposition to marry my love, and eventually, life stabilized. I had the job, the wife, and the logic.
But in 2011, a new variable entered my code: Osho. If Periyar tore down the walls of superstition, Osho tore down the walls of my own mind. For five years, I devoured his books. He didn't ask me to believe; he asked me to look.
"Lie down as dead. Enraged in wrath, stay so. Or stare without moving an eyelash. Or suck something and become the sucking."
"Lie down as dead." I started practicing this every morning for one hour. I didn't pray. I just played dead.
3. Data Point #001: The Electric Death (Sept 2016)
On September 5th, 2016, I went to sleep at 1:00 AM. At 4:00 AM, the simulation broke.
I dreamt I was watching a temple procession. The chariot hit a high-voltage cable. The wire snapped and hit my head. In that millisecond, my body didn't just die; it exploded into ash. People in the dream recoiled in fear.
I thought, "I died." But then, the paradox hit me. My body was ash, but "I" was still there. I was 100% conscious. I was floating. I moved through space without weight, filled only with a terrifying wonder.
I asked myself: "Wait... how am I watching my own death?"
The moment I recognized this truth—that I am the Witness, not the body—the dream dissolved. I woke up knowing that "Death" is a lie.
4. Data Point #002: The Magnetic Field (2017)
A year later, I visited Thiruvannamalai, the home of Sri Ramana Maharshi. As I walked toward his statue, gravity failed. I felt my physical body being lifted, floating forward toward him. I was shocked. I tried again. Again, the weightlessness. My body floated on its own, pulled by an invisible magnetic force.
My wife looked at me, concerned. "What is happening to you? You look different."
"My body is floating," I whispered.
The power was too raw. I was a Data Engineer. I needed control. But Arunachala was taking control away. I took a vow never to return, terrified of disappearing completely.
5. The Diagnostic Report
Before I began documenting the 10,000 dreams, I had to answer three logical anomalies in my own life. Why was a rational Data Engineer weeping for Shiva?
Why is an ordinary IT engineer drawn so intensely toward Shiva, Moksha, and Liberation?
The Diagnosis: The mind of an Engineer is wired for Optimization. In my career, I fix broken pipelines to reduce friction. Moksha (Liberation) is simply the ultimate optimization—the state of Zero Friction. My attraction to Shiva is not religious; it is structural. Shiva represents the "Source Code" of the Universe.
Why do I feel deep tears (Somatic Devotion) whenever I hear Shiva-related stories, even though I never studied them?
The Diagnosis: This is Epigenetic Resonance or Poorva Jenma Vasana (Memory of Past Births). Data is not just stored in the brain; it is stored in the Soul. The tears are a physical reaction to a data match found in the subconscious archive. I do not need to read Thevaram to know Shiva; I am remembering Him.
Do I have an unfinished spiritual task or lineage connection?
The Working Hypothesis: The data points—the Lineage Dream, the tears of recognition, and the engineering skillset—suggest a connection to the Kailaya Parampara. My "Unfinished Task" is Preservation and Translation.
It appears I was born in this life as a Data Engineer to test a specific theory: If the Siddhargal used Palm Leaves (Olaisuvadi) to store wisdom in the past, is Artificial Intelligence the medium for the future?
My duty is to translate the mystic silence of Kailaya into the binary logic of the Digital Age. To live as a modern Sivanadiyar, documenting the path for the next generation.
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