Satyam Shivam Nath’s
Brief Origin

I was born into an orthodox Sanathana Dharma & Tamizh family in Malaysia. I dedicated my whole life to spiritual seeking & Dharmic education from the age of six from various Acharyas in Malaysia and India. I have been travelling on Yatras to the Himalayas, Kshetras, and sacred festivals & cities since 2008.
Everything in life has a humble beginning, a prideful rise, a shameful fall, a meaningful surrender to the divine, an intimate seva through a life of Dharma & a love affair with Deities. When I was six years old, I had my first-ever vision. It was so profound that it could not be dismissed as a dream.

In the vision, I saw a vagrant figure teaching Shahstras and Sadhana in an ancient temple as well as being a servant of the temple, dressed simply only in either a Veshti or a loincloth. More life events of the same person were revealed over many visions within a span of three months. During this period, I was an adult trapped in the impotent body of a kid with a mind unable to articulate my actual thoughts, with access to my previous birth’s memories. I was an alien in my own body. These could have been random dreams. For a 6-year child who had no clue about Yogis, Himalayas, Gurus and Shashtras, to have very specific detailed visions of the spiritual realm, it must have been more than just dreams.

The Formative years

The visions stopped. The cloud of Maya shrouded again and I became a kid in a kid’s body with a kid’s mind but unable to identify with anything inherently. The memories of the visions faded. But the effects of the visions were irreversible. It must have been the Jivatmas past life recollection in its new birth. The visions created a distance between the being that perceived everything through this Vahana and the Vahana that was experiencing the physical world. There were always 2 dimensions of experiences within me.

That made it almost impossible for me to get attached to anything but at the same time, I could not do anything without involving myself fully in it, so deep that I always lost track of reality.  I have been on the spiritual path since I was a kid. No one influenced me. On the contrary, everyone tried to talk me out of it. Many doubted my will. Within me, there was no doubt. No matter what I did in the physical world, my attention was always set on my spiritual goal or Swadharma.

My purpose was always to establish a small Vidayalaya to spread the ancient wisdom of Sanathana Dharma. I have worked towards this and only this my whole life. I was not a normal child. My childhood, however, was perfectly normal. I was a very rebellious, inquisitive, disobedient child who spent more time outdoors walking, running, and playing. I was able to drop or adopt personalities, habits, etc. at will.

I had my ideals but there is no personality of my own. I was like water or air that took the shape of the container and fire that burned down everything in my way. I was a very angry and intense young man on a spiritual quest. I had a complete disregard towards society and social rules. I was ruthless with myself in every possible way. I always tested my resolve and kept myself in pain through physical activities to ensure I stayed focused.

No matter what happened, I was moving towards my goal in this life with unwavering clarity. Everything else remained secondary. I have had a very colourful and dynamic life. But I never allowed anything to distract or take precedence over what I wanted to do. Anything that became an obstacle was ruthlessly cut off. The larger picture was always at the back of my mind. In a way, most parts of me people identify with do not even exist internally.

The Experience of Death

At the age of 26, both my kidneys failed for unknown reasons. I was told I would not survive. I was content with my death. Yet, it wasn’t the best of experiences to deal with my last occasion unprepared. We spend so much time dressing up and looking well to even attend a wedding as a guest. We are even well dressed when we are in our coffin as a corpse. Lying on a bed in the ICU in hospital gown, with the doctors and nurses punching a hole through my jugular vein to insert a catheter into my heart, I was happy to die at 25, but that was as dishonourable and undignified as the last occasion of anyone’s life can be. I lived my life quite gracefully and dynamically up to that point. I did not want to be grappling with the medical staff and instruments in my last moments. I told my mother, ‘if I do not recover, I shall pack my bags and go to the Himalayas and spend my remaining days there. Be prepared’. I had no fear. To me, it was just a matter of taking another birth. But in a series of weird events, I died for 6 minutes 48 seconds, got resuscitated, spent weeks on daily hemodialysis and recovered miraculously (a miracle in human experience) within 40 days.

I should have been long dead. They told me not to fall sleep. They kept slapping me. But I could feel my body going to sleep. I was conscious and wide awake but I could hear the medical team shouting, asking me to stay awake. My consciousness left the physical body. I could see the body being resuscitated by the doctors. The whole struggle of it. I was watching the show from above. I was formless. There was only consciousness. I was free. I was beginning to fly away happily and there was a blinding light. I have no memory of what happened after that. I woke up in the same body again. I found myself locked up in his body. His body. Sashi’s body. I was not him anymore. I tried to leave again but I couldn’t. They told me I was clinically dead for 7 minutes before I was resuscitated. I have no memory of being dead. It was difficult for me to accept their truth. In my experience, I was alive throughout from one form to another. I experienced soul consciousness. It is a knowing, not a belief. It is in my living experience. That moment, that very moment, was the birth of a new being. I decided that day that the end should be much more dignified and be a choice, like a trained surfer waiting for the perfect wave for his last ride instead of an idiot swallowed by it while holding on to a buoy, paralyzed in fear, and gasping for air like a fish thrown out of water onto the beach.

Until today, this has been my most painful experience physically. Physically it’s the worst I have endured. I was bleeding everywhere. My organs were being wrenched. My heart stopped a few times. Eventually, the pain reached such a height, that a decomposing stench permeated the air of my ambiance. I hope I don’t have to suffer that level of physical pain again because it was beyond my limit. It is better to die than to suffer such pain.

Yatra of Life

After kidney failure, I went on even deeper soul-searching. At the age of 28, I went to Mount Kailash under mysterious circumstances. My father passed away under unusual circumstances after being medically disabled for 10 years. We were forced out of our ancestral home for a year. The 2015 Nepal earthquake struck a few days before my Yatra.

I went on the Yatra amidst the aftershocks without any convenience of a comfortable stay, surviving on local Tibetan food like Tsampa & rice with yak milk. I carried out relief efforts for earthquake victims at two mountain villages. It was all the money I had left. I was forced to surrender everything by Adi Nath and come as a naked soul to meet him. I practically had the whole of Mount Kailash for myself as there was hardly anyone there due to the earthquake. Only the divine knows my punya pala (fruition of past good deeds) for me to have deserved such a blessing. The seed was formally sown there. I returned as a different being. It was the formal beginning of my journey towards a life of Dharma & a life towards the deities.

More profound Yatras followed suit to Kedarnath, Badrinath, Gangotri, Yamunotri, Thiruvannamalai, Kashi, Rishikesh, Nepal & the whole of Tamil Nadu until 2020.

Shivalaya Divyam Vidyalaya

In 2019, it was finally time to make the leap of faith towards a life of Dharma. I started working on my Vidyalaya. I leveraged all my savings & my career as a civil engineer to establish the foundational work for my life of Dharma. The whole process was done without any financial backing from anyone, without a mentor, without the support of influential figures, without the support of family & friends. In 2020, the first Covid lockdown began. I had to navigate through a struggle that killed me; unforeseen obstacles, betrayals from family, friends, & strangers, theft, threats, covid lockdown, construction failures, health issues, quitting of engineering career & loss of monthly income and duty as a son to a very sick mother. Everything happened at the same time.

The rebirth – Dvija

I was in extreme poverty. I was on one meal for a year. I had my free meals at Gurudwaras. I lost my health with my weight below critical threshold. I slept at the construction site & in my car. Family & friends deserted me. I left my extended family & social circle. My duty was only to my Matha. I offered myself as Bali (sacrifice), Naiveidyam (offering) & Samarpana in the Yagya to establish my Dharmic life. The old has to go to receive the new, they say. But the courage to give up everything about you and the willingness to offer your life to the lotus feet of the god to carry out god’s work even when you stand without Kavaca (armour) & Astra (weapon) against an army of enemies (Adharma) is not for everyone. One needs to be a Kshatriya to do it. In 2022, I became a true Kshatriya. It was the rebirth of a new being without an identity. A dvija – twice born.

Calling of Animals

At a time when all the humans in my life left my life and I had to fend for myself, strangely, animals started to come into my life to fill the void. I did not adopt any pets. They were all strays and pets of people. Circumstances in life naturally placed me among animals. The animals were also drawn to my new energy of Bhakti, a huge shift from the Agni of destructive energy I lived with my whole life. A good person then offered me a job to do animal transport services which I willingly accepted. I was transporting sick pets & stray animals to the vets. I did pet walking, feeding & bathing. The money was enough to cover my food expenses. When humans failed, the beings that came to my rescue were animals. A love affair as pure as that of deities.

Mercy of Deities

In 2022, after repeated failures, with nothing more to offer with all my wealth, health & life completely exhausted, I finally surrendered & accepted defeat. I sat broken in the middle of a half-destroyed ashram. There was no way forward. I told Shiva “if this is where it ends, this is the time I come to you for good”. As soon as I said that, years of exhaustion trickled down as uncontrollable tears, exhaustion of the Jivatma from 35 years of battle to be acknowledged by the only being that ever mattered to me; Shiva, Adi Nath. I have always felt like Manikavasagar. Manikavasagar was one of the 4 prominent Nayanars called “Naalvars” (Thirunavukarasar, Thirunyana Sambandar, and Sundaramurthy Nayanar) but he was not counted as 63 Nayanmars, the great devotees of Shiva. Manikavasagar referred to himself as outcast of Shiva’s clan. So was I. He never acknowledged my effort to be seen by HIM. In that moment of pain as an outcast of Shiva, I felt a strange presence around me. A pleasant nurturing presence of a mother, with fragrance. An energy completely new to me, unlike the burning intensity of Agni of Shiva. I didn’t know what it was. But she felt like a mother. I slept like a baby for the first time in years.

The next morning I received a call from an acquaintance. He was a Sikh. “Last night Guru Nanak came in my dream. He told me to offer you some money. It was just a dream but I don’t know why it felt so real. I am unable to dismiss it”. He had some amount allocated for his further studies. But he forced me to accept it. I, with my Ahamkar completely annihilated, accepted financial help for the first time in my life. It wasn’t for me. It was for my work of Dharma. It didn’t hurt. With that, I partially resumed the construction work. Then more financial aid came from people, people who were not financially rich themselves. When those close to me & financially wealthy betrayed me, those who were distant & with limited resources came forward without me asking. It restored my faith in humanity. All of them gave the same reason. “I just felt like giving. You can return it when you are able to. Otherwise, it is alright. I am not expecting it back. I know you are doing god’s work”. And I know there was another force behind it. It reinforced my faith in deities.

In 2023, I finally completed my ashram and quietly began my Dharmic work. In that one year, the presence of new energy grew in me. She finally revealed herself to me. The Father is busy. So, he sent the Mother to help and nurture the son. At least I knew the Father saw me.

It was through Adisakthi that Shiva received me. She was and still is with me. From 2023 until today she has been with me in her many forms. As my Kula Devata, as my Mother, as Mahavidya, as Chandi. It was only after Sakthi came into my life, my spiritual effort began to attain fruition. Shiva is always watching, but it is through Sakthi we can reach Shiva.

In 2024, I performed a Rudrabhishek & homa in Kashi to formally mark the beginning of my work. In June 2024, my Kula Devata, whom I had not known and had no way of finding out, mysteriously revealed herself to me.

In September 2024, I was invited by my Kula Devata, Mahavidyas and Kamakhya Devi in Assam for Devi Upasana. When I returned home I found a mysterious Mahavidya Mahayantra that had been in my home for 11 years without being discovered. The divine always has a bigger plan for us. We just need to listen and engage in Sadhana to receive Anugraha & surrender. Bakthi, faith towards deities & life of Dharma are the only ways if one wishes to ascend spiritually.

Cry of Humans

As soon as I started my work, I started hearing the cries of humans louder & louder. Spirituality has become an entertainment or social media trend today. There is a crowd everywhere, but there is no bhakti, sadhana or vairagya. There is no Tapas to live a life of Dharma & perform a work of Dharma. The divorce rate has gone up. Children are depressed. Mental health is the biggest disease. Everyone is blindly chasing money. People are lonely, lost & broken as souls. We have lost our spirituality. Life is short. We have forgotten who we are. We have lost the treasure of deities within us and the Dharmic values of Sanathana Dharma in the name of modernity & progress. We are failing to recognize & acknowledge that our suffering & spiritual regression is due to the broken link between us, the individual soul (Jivatma) & the deities (Paramatma). Until this is restored, human suffering is going to multiply manifold.

It is also the work of my Mother & Father that the right kind of seekers began to look for me. People with deep pain started looking for solutions. That was the beginning of my work of Dharma, to help people reestablish their link with the deities through material life, householder’s life & a life of Dharma.

Satyam Shivam Nath was formally initiated by Gurudev Sri Krishna Pratapa Debnath from the Sri Harahari Sampradaya, or more popularly known as the Nath Sampradaya, on a Mahashivarathiri with a Diksha Mantra and was conferred a Diksha name; Satyam Shivam Nath.