“Every Sacred River Was Preparing Me for This Ocean of Grace” and When Varuṇa Deva Whispered, “Every Sacred Bath Was Preparing You…”
Readers, walk with me…
No Google Maps can ever show this Divine Route.
Today… the journey flows through the realm of the Cosmic Waters.”
The majestic Purusha of Vidyut still held my hand.
His touch was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
There was no weight.
No fear.
No questions.
Only an overwhelming certainty…
I was being led Home.
As we moved beyond the realm of lightning, an entirely different brilliance appeared before us.
Not blazing…
Not dazzling…
But soothing.
It was as if countless oceans had become liquid crystal.
The fragrance was unlike earthly rain.
The sound resembled millions of sacred rivers softly chanting the Lord’s holy names.
The brilliance of Vidyut Loka slowly softened….
Before me unfolded an endless expanse of celestial blue.
This was no earthly ocean.
Every ripple shone with consciousness. Every wave chanted the Lord’s names.
From those immeasurable waters emerged the majestic Lord of the Cosmic Waters—Varuṇa.
His complexion resembled the deepest sapphire ocean.
Infinite compassion flowed from His eyes.
Instead of expecting my prostration…
He folded his own hands before me.
“You are no longer a traveller of this world. You belong to Sriman Narayana.”
The words melted whatever little individuality I still imagined I possessed.
No honour was mine.
It was the glory of Śaraṇāgati.
The Purusha smiled.This is Varuṇa Loka.”
Immediately a divine being arose from those celestial waters.
His complexion resembled the deepest sapphire ocean.
Every movement radiated compassion.
He folded his hands—not to the guide…
…but to the insignificant soul standing before him.
My heart trembled.
How could the guardian of the cosmic waters bow before me?
Suddenly…………
Every sacred bath of my life returned before my eyes.
Swami Pushkarini…
Kapila Teertham…
Chakra Teertham…
Papavinasanam…
Akasha Ganga…
The icy waters of Muktinath…
The holy rivers beside countless Divya Desams…
I saw them all.
Then Varuṇa smiled.
“You believed you came merely to bathe.”
“No…”
“Every drop was washing away another layer of forgetfulness.”
At that divine moment…
countless memories from earthly life rose before me. How many sacred rivers had silently nourished this insignificant soul!
I remembered standing on the peaceful banks of the Krishna River at Mattapalli, where Sri Lakshmi Narasimha continues to shower His boundless mercy.
I remembered immersing myself in the holy Kaveri at Srirangam, praying that my heart might become fit to behold Sri Ranganatha
I remembered the serene Sarayu and the sacred Gupta Ghat at Ayodhya, where every breeze still whispers the glories of Sri Rama.
The playful waters of Yamuna at Vrindavan…
The sacred Gomati at Dwaraka…
The holy Triveni Sangam near Veraval, where Hiran, Kapila and Saraswati unite near the place sanctified by Lord Krishna’s final earthly pastimes…
Each river…
Each Pushkarini…
Each sacred tank beside the Divya Desams…
Every place where I had watched the Lord descend during Chakra Snanam on Brahmotsavam days…
All of them now appeared before me like living personalities.
How many times during my humble Thiruvārādhana had I invoked every sacred river into the Kalasa?
How many Homams had begun by inviting Ganga, Yamuna, Godavari, Saraswati, Narmada, Sindhu, Kaveri and countless holy waters into that small vessel?
At the time…
it seemed only a sacred ritual.
Now I understood.
Nothing performed with devotion is ever forgotten by the Lord.
Every handful of sanctified water…
Every Achamana…
Every Kalasa Pooja…
Every sacred bath…
Every Pushkarini…
was preparing me for this divine meeting
.
Then Varuṇa Deva smiled.
“The waters of Bhuloka washed your body.
The waters of devotion washed your heart.
Soon…
Virajā shall wash away the very last trace of material existence.”
Those words entered my soul…..
I suddenly understood why our Acharyas repeatedly teach that bhakti is not merely performing rituals—it is allowing the Lord to remove everything that separates us from Him.
The rivers do not merely cleanse dust.
They teach surrender.
What truly has to disappear is not the body.. but the invisible impurities hidden within
False ego.
Pride.
Greed.
Lust.
Anger.
Jealousy.
Vanity.
Cruelty.
Miserliness.
The desire to be honoured.
The illusion that “I am the doer.”
Only when these are washed away does the heart become a worthy temple for Sriman Narayana.
That is why our Acharyas say that liberation is not merely reaching Vaikuntha.
It begins the day the heart becomes free from its own arrogance.
Varuṇa’s waters reflected not my face…
Varuṇa’s waters reflected not my face…
but the soul my Acharyas had patiently tried to awaken throughout my life.
I folded my hands with tears flowing endlessly.
Every sacred river I had ever worshipped…
had brought me one step closer to this divine ocean.
Varuṇa Deva gently held my hand.
Without a word……
we began walking together across those luminous blue celestial waters toward the next realm ordained in the eternal divine path ….
Tomorrow…
The King of the Devas himself awaits—not to receive worship, but to honour a soul claimed forever by Lord Sriman Narayana…
Srimathey Ramanujaya namah 🙏
Adiyen Ramanuja dasan
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