The Nadi Readers
( Nadi Reader in Old Delhi)
My translator is on the right
The man who performed the reading is holding the Nadi leaves on the table
“The will is not free, it is a phenomenon bound by cause and effect- but there is something behind the will which is free.”
Imagine if you traveled to a far away and ancient city
and while wondering there you hear of a secret library,
a library unlike any other on earth
and you are given directions to go there
and it takes a long time
and the streets you travel are busy and crowded and filled with people and cars
and the long sought street the library is on,
and does not stand out in any way whatsoever
and you go up the steps
and at the second story upstairs flat
there is an unremarkable door
and you remember the restaurant you ate at once
where you lifted a bowl of soup to drink
on a delightful night of nothing special
and saw the most amazingly wondrous sight-
an orange chandelier glowing in the bowl
and then as you looked deeper you see yourself,
with a different face
living a different life
with different parents
and wearing exotic clothes
and when you look into the eyes of the one who you see looking back at you
you pass through the bright doorway of the here and now
into a shabby room with faded paint
and dirty walls and windows
where a dark skinned man with a red bindu mark on his forehead
and bright white shining teeth is singing in ancient Tamil
reading off a tiny script no more that 1/8” high
written long ago in Sanskrit
all about you.
More recently, only several thousand years ago
at the direction of a Chola King this text was
translated into ancient Tamil, the South Indian language
The writing is etched in black ink on a palm leaf
which has passed through the more recent ancient dynasties that ruled India:
The Cholas, the Muslims, Vijayanagar, the Portuguese, the Moghuls, the Dutch, the French and finally the British
who last and ignorantly burned and destroyed much of the library
and auctioned off the rest.
(It is now thought that over 60% of the library has been destroyed)
This brown skinned man singing before you, singing about your life
is reading the etchings on a palm leaf
that were first recited by a Rishi
who had overheard a conversation between the great Lord Shiva
and his consort Parvati. . .
A conversation in which Parvati asks Shiva to tell her the fate of her children,
which Lord Shiva then does
taking a long, long time to do so
and when you hear the story of your own life sung and read to you
starting with the names of your own parents,
Norman and Marjorie,
that they are deceased,
that you have an older brother from your Fathers first wife
and that your partners name is Gilda
your mind is stunned with wonder
and you believe that perhaps you could be Parvatis’ child
and if you understood what is being said
or what is going on here
will no longer exist
will pass through a bright doorway into the here and now
where you are sitting in a shabby room and there are children playing outside
and you are hearing about your own life
written in a palm leaf book thousands of years ago
and stored in a Temple in South India
This 'book' is written on palm leaves with two strings holding together the pages
It has been pulled down from the dusty, old, wondrous stacks of that ancient library
and found for you
based only on your thumbprint
It is a book with a page written about
as you are right now, this moment, today
your history and how you came to be here
what you did in your past life
what you will do in your future life
and that somehow this book
or the writer of this book
knew that you would come to this library
to hear this text today
it is your Nadi
and the chandelier glows in the soup bowl
and turns blue and sparkles and brightens into a white brilliance
it seems that someone has a light
That someone knows ‘you’
where ‘you’ have been
what ‘you’ have done
and what will happen to ‘you’ in the future
'You' hear that this leaf or book was spoken and written
thousands of years ago by someone you never met
by someone your parents never met
by someone your girlfriend never met
who knew the day you were born
the month and the time
and knew that 'you' would come in today
this day, this week, this year, this life
and the book would be waiting for 'you'
every thing entering into this moment
like the reflection of the moon that night
on a still lake in summer,
with your dear friend Anthony
when the universe peeled back it's blanket of stars
and the incredible blessing of it all
full of peace and wonder
poured out over the lake
and swept ‘you’ both away.
It is the 'you' that was then
When the Buddha became enlightened under the Bodhi tree,
he remembered all his past lives.
He looked into life as one would look at a mirror
and he saw '
Imagine what it is like for a person to live without a such a mirror
To never see oneself
It would be like not having a memory of who 'you' are
'You' and 'I'
is this person
And, just like that
this palm-leaf book in this ancient library
is a mirror of who you are
and will be
To understand this is a great mystery
It is to see who arranged the petals on a flower
and because they are so incredibly perfect and wondrous
and because you have so seen them
you became a poor artist or a monk or a renunciate or a parent or a thief
You are both saint and sinner
lover and hater
and you loved someone or something so much that you cry
and felt the pain
of not getting what you want
and became thankful for that pain
and for all that you have been given
in spite of all that is always taken away
and with your tears
you give up
I am reminded of a dream that Carl Jung relates in his autobiography-Memories Dreams and Reflections
"I was walking along a little road through a hilly landscape;
the sun was shining and I had a wide view in all directions.
Then I came to a small wayside chapel.
The door was ajar, and I went in.
To my surprise, there was no image of the virgin on the altar, and no crucifix either,
but only a wonderful flower arrangement.
But then I saw on the floor sat a yogi- in lotus posture,
in deep meditation.
When I looked at him more closely,
I realized he had my face.
I started in profound fright and awoke with the thought:
“Aha, so he is the one who is meditating me.
He has a dream, and I am it”
I knew that when he awakened I would no longer be."
This is the hole in the universe. If it is true, and it seems to me that it is, then there is something going on in every one of our lives which is a great mystery and has been for a long long time.
All that is implied here is the most amazing 'thing' that I experienced in India.
It was the biggest slap across the face of free will I ever recieved.
It should change your life
The pictures here are Nadi readers outside of Kanchpuram in Tamil Nadu. They are a father and son. Although they looked for my leaf, they were not able to find it.
They were, however, glad to share with me about the Nadi tradition and their understanding and practice of it.
The Nadi readers who did find my leaf, including my parents name and even my Mothers name and middle name were in Old Delhi
(See their picture at the top of the page)
For an Interview with a practitoner of the Nadi
I was so struck with the accuracy and the amazing and life changing implications of what the Delhi readers had told me that I journeyed to South India
to go to the the Saraswati Mandir temple in Thanjavur and
visit the main temple of this tradition where most of the Nadi leaves are still kept in an ancient library.
On the way, I also visited several other nadi readers in Tamil Nadu to see if they also could find my leaf. None of them did.
I never made it to Thanjavur. On my way there, I first travelled to South of India to the state of Tamil Nadu where
I stayed on the beach at Mamallapuram next to where the oldest temple of all of South India is built.
While I was there, on the morning of
December 26, 2004, the Tsunami hit. It changed my 'plans' for the time being.
(To see pictures and read about the Tsunami)
I still hope to find out more about this amazing Nadi tradition that has so much to say, concerning how life works and the law of karma.
Certainly, the Nadi readings are a slap in the face of free will . . .
How could I have used my free will if all of what they told me was true (and it certainly seemed to be at least about this life)
and it was written down over a thousand years ago?
The Indian tradition believes 100% in fate or destiny born of karma and 100% in free will.
(The tendency in India is to put more emphasis on fate. The tendency in the West is to put more emphasis on free will)
Both of these are considered to be true principles of life. Together they offer a stunning paradox.
If the Nadi readings are true, it seems that most of us do not use our free will very much. I certainly had not.
How could my Mothers name and middle name be known and written down a thousand years ago?
They could not of read my mind and then written it down on the palm leaf
I was in the room the whole time.
I was allowed to take a picture of my leaf and had it independently translated.
It had been written down, in ancient Tamil. They were not reading my mind.
It seems that what and who we think we are, we are not.
It seems that almost all of what we think is free will, is not.
I was told that while the readings are considered to be very accurate up to the present (parabdha karma)
As to the future, they are open to the effect of present actions and understanding
which can be changed by the Nadi readings as well as any other action (agama karma and kriyamani karma).
Some people will say, "I do not believe in such things. I do not believe in Astrology"
I reply, 'Have you ever studied the field? How you ever looked into it? Have you ever had a reading?'
I would say that if anyone really explores it, not the short superficial readings that you can find in the daily paper or a magazine,
a full Jyotish reading done by a competent Vedic astrologer
you will find that Vedic Astrology and what it tells you is simply impossible to dismiss
Water is wet and fire will burn, this is not a matter of belief, but, of direct experience
Even so, all children need to test the flame with their own finger. Just so, you should test astrology yourself
If we know the seed
we can know the tree, what its fruits will be and the 'parents' of the seed
according to the same principle
it is possible by an 'examination' of any present moment, to see the future and the past
Astrology does not simplify the world or ones life.
On the contrary, by throwing light upon the qualities, processes and events of life, it makes them even more mysterious.
My Nadi reading was the single most amazing thing I encountered in India
Life is a mysterious cloth woven warp and woof of the law of karma-
We call it 'cause and effect'.
The 'cause' is the effect concealed
The 'effect' is the cause revealed
It is incomprehensible
It is worthy of wonder
“The will is not free-it is a phenomenon bound by cause and effect- but there is something behind the will which is free.”
(picture of nadi leaf)
For more articles about the Nadi on the web:
Interview with a Nadi Reader
Article on Nadi by an Indian Jyotisha
Wikipedia on Nadi
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