Anant Chaturdashi: The Cosmic Serpent and Bappa

Anant Chaturdashi, 25th November 2026, was a day of devotion and tradition at my home. We performed Shree Anant Pooja along with Mohini and Sheshnag rituals, a practice deeply rooted in Koknasth Brahmin culture. Perhaps this is why Shree Ganesh Sthapana in our homes is often for just 1.5 days, followed by Mahalakshmi Agaman, Prasadam, and Visarjan.

Though Bappa’s presence at my home was brief, the blessing felt immense. And with my society celebrating Ganesh Sthapana for the full ten days, I was fortunate to continue seeking darshan and offering prayers throughout the festival.

The Dream in Brahma Muhurat

On the sacred night of Anant Chaturdashi, I woke in Brahma Muhurat with a dream that felt more like a divine message. My better half and I were in the grand prangan of Shree Dagaduseth Mandir. The courtyard stretched vast and serene, and it seemed as though we had spent the entire night there, waiting for the early morning darshan of Bappa at 5:00 am.

Around 2:30 am, I stirred with the thought that perhaps we should return home and come back later for darshan. As I wandered through the temple premises, I noticed a water dispenser and a plank of wood. For no reason, I lifted the plank—and beneath it lay a strange reptile.

It was unlike anything I had ever seen, even in documentaries. Thin yet swollen at the stomach, and most strikingly, it had heads both the sides like an earthworm . My mind whispered “snake,” but my eyes knew it was something beyond ordinary.

When I finally awoke in Brahma Muhurat, the image of that black reptile lingered. What was Bappa trying to convey through this vision? Was it a symbol of duality, of hidden truths, or of obstacles yet to be overcome?

In Hindu symbolism, serpents often represent energy, transformation, and the mysteries of the subconscious. The two-headed form could signify choices, dual paths, or the balance between opposing forces. Perhaps Bappa was reminding me that devotion is not just about rituals, but also about confronting the unknown within ourselves—the hidden fears, the unanswered questions, and the dualities of life.

A Blessing in Disguise

Anant Chaturdashi marks the farewell of Bappa, but it also signifies continuity—the eternal Anant. Just as the serpent sheds its skin to renew itself, perhaps Bappa was reminding me that endings are beginnings in disguise.

Ram: The Eternal Essence

This afternoon’s dream carried me into a realm where devotion and revelation met in silence. Before me stood a sacred stand, the kind upon which holy granths rest, and upon it lay the revered Ramcharit Manas. Drawn closer by an unseen pull, I gazed at the cover and found only one word inscribed—Ram.

That single syllable seemed to hold the weight of eternity. It was not just ink upon paper, but the distilled essence of dharma, compassion, and truth. In that moment, the countless verses of the epic condensed into the divine name itself, reminding me that all paths of devotion ultimately converge upon the Lord.

Then came the spark—lightning upon the cover. Sudden, radiant, and alive. It was as though the book itself breathed, whispering that the wisdom of Shree Ram is not static but a living current, capable of igniting the soul in an instant. The spark was grace, the flash of realization.

Shree Ram is not merely a figure of history or scripture. He is the eternal king of righteousness, the embodiment of maryada (divine discipline), and the gentle refuge for all who call upon Him. His name alone carries the power to cleanse, uplift, and illumine.

This dream was not about sequence or detail—it was about essence. The stand symbolized reverence, the word “Ram” symbolized truth, and the lightning spark symbolized awakening. Together they formed a message: the divine name is enough, and when remembered with faith, it can strike like lightning, illuminating the darkest corners of life.

A Dream of Countless Temples

This afternoon, during a gentle power nap, I was carried into a vision that felt both mysterious and divine. My elder child was with me, and together we wandered through an expansive temple complex. There were many shrines, many sanctums, yet none revealed their names or deities to me. The Gods and Goddesses remained veiled, as if cloaked in silence, allowing only the feeling of sacred presence to reach my heart.

The atmosphere was charged with devotion. I noticed pooja samagri scattered around—offerings, flowers, and vessels that hinted at rituals of worship. From these signs, it seemed to be a temple dedicated to Devi, though the exact form of the Mother remained beyond my grasp. Perhaps She chose to stay hidden, reminding me that divinity is not always about recognition, but about the experience of reverence itself.

Walking through those countless temples, I felt a quiet bliss. The dream was not about seeing a particular idol or shrine, but about being immersed in the aura of devotion. It was as if the Goddess whispered: “Do not seek My form, seek My presence. In every temple, in every offering, I dwell unseen.”

The vision left me with a sense of humility. Sometimes the divine chooses to remain unrevealed, teaching us that faith is not about certainty, but about surrender. The joy of visiting those temples—even without knowing their names—was itself a blessing, a reminder that the journey of devotion is greater than the destination.

Shree Mahakaleshwar Sawari

Yesterday in my dream, I was in a big temple complex along with my wife but don't know which temple it was, but it felt holy and full of peace. We heard that Shree Mahakaleshwar Sawari was coming.

Every Shravan Somvar, Lord Mahakaleshwar visits the city (Nagar Bhraman) like a living king in his silver palanquin , blessing his people and checking on their well-being. Thousands of devotees gather to see this divine journey. Even a glimpse of the Sawari is believed to be a blessing of Shree Mahakaleshwar.

But in my dream, the temple was empty, no crowd, no noise, only silence. It felt very strange because Shree Mahakaleshwar Sawari attracts thousands of devotees and its a big procession with Dance, Artists, priests and band preforming the Shiva tune. Its not just a procession but a spiritual journey.

Soon, I saw the Sawari not on the palanquin, but raised high on a big pole. My wife, full of devotion, climbed the pole to take darshan. I too tried, but even after climbing, I could not see the Lord. She received His vision, but I remained waiting.

My wife’s success and my failure may be a reminder that darshan is not in our control. It is given by His grace, not by our strength.

Lord Shiva is Ashutosh — easily pleased, yet beyond reach when we seek Him with pride. Maybe the dream was His way of teaching me humility.

This dream touched my heart. It tells me that devotion is not about trying to see God, but about surrendering so that God sees us. The unseen darshan is also a blessing, because it keeps me searching, keeps me praying, and keeps me humble before Him.

Omkareshwar to Mahakaleshwar

Two Jyotirlingas visited, none remembered—perhaps the truest darshan is the one that hides, so the heart never stops seeking 

Darshan is not always of the eyes, but of the soul. Last night, my soul wandered into the sacred corridors of Shree Omkareshwar Jyotirlinga. In the dream, my wife and I spoke as if we had already completed the darshan, yet strangely, I could not recall the moment of seeking Him. It was as though the act of devotion had occurred, but the memory of surrender was withheld—like a lamp lit in silence, unseen yet burning.

The dream then shifted, carrying us to the bustling tirtha of Shree Mahakaleshwar Jyotirlinga. The crowd surged like waves, restless and unending. I remember telling my wife, “Let us visit at 2:30 PM,” as though time itself could carve a path through devotion. Yet again, the darshan remained elusive—felt but not seen, promised but not grasped.

Two Jyotirlingas, two sanctums, two journeys. And yet, no image of the Lord remained in my dream’s memory. Perhaps this was not absence, but a teaching: that darshan is not always about the eyes, but about the heart’s remembrance. The unseen can be more powerful than the seen, for it lingers in silence, urging us to seek deeper.

Dreams often blur the line between ritual and realisation. In this one, I was reminded that pilgrimage is not only about reaching the sanctum, but about carrying the sanctity within. The Lord may choose to remain hidden, so that the devotee continues to yearn, continues to seek, continues to surrender.

Shree Omkareshwaraya Namah, Shree Mahalaeshwaraya Namah

Guru Finds the Disciple

For most of my life, I carried a certain arrogance — mocking Gurus, dismissing the idea of surrender, and believing that knowledge and skills alone would carry me through. But as the years unfolded, I realized that despite all my learning, I was unable to truly apply it in life. The absence of a Guru — the guiding light — left me wandering in circles.

At 50, during a tough phases of my life, neighbouring lady advised me to read Shree Gajanan Vijay Granth. Something within me softened. I accepted her thought wholeheartedly, surrendered, and began reading with devotion. Since than I regularly read one Adhyaya daily.

Yesterday, I completed the final adhyaya. As the words flowed, I couldn’t help but wonder — had I been born 200 years earlier, perhaps I would have been blessed to see Shree Gajanan Maharaj in person. That thought carried both longing and regret: regret for being late in surrender, late in applying wisdom, late in bowing to the eternal truth.

Yet, the divine has its own ways.

This morning, after offering prayers to Shree ShaniDev and Shree Mahadev at the temple, I was greeted by a young man — unfamiliar, radiant, with a smile that lingered in my heart. Dressed in simple modern attire, he folded his hands and said Namaskar. I also reciprocated. While driving towards office, a thought struck me: Was this Shree Gajanan Maharaj himself?

I know many of the devotees who regularly visit the temple during morning hours — familiar faces I see often — but I had never seen this person before. His sudden presence felt unusual, almost symbolic, as if he had appeared only for me.

Perhaps it was just a stranger. Perhaps it was a divine play. But in that moment, I felt forgiven. I felt seen. I felt that my apology had reached to all Gurus I once mocked.

The scriptures say the Guru is not bound by time or form. He appears when the disciple is ready. Maybe I was late by 200 years, but not too late to be embraced. Jai Shree Gajanan Maharaj

From Guardian to King: A Dream of Kalbhairav and Mahakal

In the quiet folds of sleep, I found myself within the sanctum of a temple. A glimpse of Shree Kalbhairav appeared before me—mysterious, fierce, and protective. Yet when I sought to behold Him again, the vision shifted, and Shree Mahakaleshwar revealed Himself—the sovereign Lord of Ujjain, the eternal King of Time.

This transition was not random; it was symbolic. The guardian leads to the King, discipline opens the door to sovereignty, and vigilance prepares the soul for surrender.

Kalbhairav is revered as the Kotwal , his presence is not merely symbolic; it is a reminder that every seeker must pass through discipline, vigilance, and surrender before entering the deeper sanctum of divine truth. He embodies the fierce compassion that guards the path, ensuring that only those prepared in humility and devotion may proceed. Kalbhairav represents vigilance, boundaries, and the destruction of ego.

Mahakaleshwar: The King of Ujjain, Lord of Time

From the guardian, the vision shifted to Mahakaleshwar—the supreme ruler, the timeless Lord who governs creation and dissolution. Mahakal is not bound by the cycles of time; He is Time itself. To see Him after Kalbhairav is to move from the threshold of protection into the heart of sovereignty.

Transition: From Glimpse to Revelation

The dream’s progression—from Kalbhairav to Mahakal—mirrors the spiritual journey itself. First, the seeker encounters the guardian, who tests and prepares. Then, once the soul is ready, the King reveals Himself in full majesty. It is a reminder that the path to the Divine is layered: vigilance precedes sovereignty, discipline precedes liberation.