A Glimpse into my life journey

True power lies in its effect. When true power penetrates, it humbles us. This is a brief glimpse into the journey of a free-spirited, wild, gifted and compassionate Himalayan Yogi.

Earliest Memories:
The most significant life events that can happen to anyone is the deepest remembrance of the soul arrangement of life purpose, role play and the supreme connection with the source. The journey into exploring and serving on the path of unity awareness, celebration and liberation, has been the main theme of my past journeys in many dimensions. I have been intuitively guided in many lifetimes in the lofty Himalayan caves performing relentless ‘Tapasya’ that eventually lead to the supreme gifts of ‘siddhis’ and ‘enlightened awareness’. Returning to another role-play on planet earth was a directive and in accordance with the ‘will’ of ascended beings. However, a deep sub-conscious memory that surface while still in the womb in my beloved mother was unpleasant, as it ignited some flashbacks of repeated past encounters with the dreaded dark forces. The familiar illusionary games caused a rift in my joyful willingness for the earthly mission. As I coiled within repulsively, deep resistance and fear of dark had set in. Before I could understand, it had already caused a permanent curvature to my spine, making it fragile and misaligned.
The next important memory is from an early morning awakened state as a one-year-old baby in the arms of my mother –Nalini. I recall that I was being breastfed and as I opened my eyes, in a flash, I felt fully awake to my role play. I recall every single detail of my mother, the room and the clarity that seeped into me at that moment.
I was born into a family of musicians. Listening to the melodious strains of the tanpura and the voice of my father “Rammohan Ullal” singing his early morning raag had seeped into my veins and ignited a deep-seated connection with Hindustani classical music.

Early Inspirations
Music became the spiritual link to divinity early in my journey. It was a harsh discovery that I did not possess the gift of a musician in me. However, the passion of listening, exploring and understanding was insidious. I could feel the ragas flowing within me but it failed to find its expression. I describe the ineptitude owing to a few missing neuron links in my brain. However, I knew that I would contribute to music along the journey. Curious to know everything under the sun, I spent hours gawking into the starlit sky, recalling my sojourns and connections with these magnificent stars which were ascended cosmic beings radiating from the beyond.

At the age of 5, I recall telling my beloved mother that I wanted to go to the Himalayas, which I felt was calling me to my true home. She downplayed my request and suggested it as an adventure reserved for adults. Academics seemed an intellectually boring process and the classrooms were just my launch pads for diving into the inner world. I was keen to explore creative intelligence while classroom learning seemed an utterly boring format to me. Bound by limited choice, I did all my study preparation just one day before the exams, good enough to gather appreciable results to satisfy my teachers and parents.

By the age of 7, I began to see visions of my journey ahead. I would see crowds around me listening to me chanting. I had a simple and unremarkable childhood. There was nothing spectacular in terms of spiritual revelations or attainments. I was oscillating between deep intuitive awareness and ordinary existential journey. I knew I had a mission but had no clue how it would unravel or take shape.

My brother Deepak Ullal had a musical gift. It was so distinct. By the age of 8, he began Tabla lessons and carried on the legacy of our musical heritage. I watched him grow and realised what an innate gift can do. With five years of intense dedication, he has grown into a phenomenal ‘Santoor’ artist.

I saw my mother going through many health issues, and yet she demonstrated indomitable spirit. She would always give us unconditional love. She worked hard at her day job and went out of her way to look after us. I admired her immense abilities as she stayed sprightly despite her overbearing illnesses. Her small frame belied her immense physical and mental strength. I often wondered why she had to go through so much pain and suffering. I carried some regrets that I could have helped her more. I wish I had the awareness and persistence at that time. Recently a spirit medium channelled the soul connect with my mother. The message relayed was that her challenges enabled me to rise above limitedness and aligned me on the path of awareness. It was a big relief to my painful memories.

My father was multi-talented and he would make his own Ganesha idols out of clay, paint, sing, direct stage plays. He was an award-winning scriptwriter and juggled between his day job for a multi-national engineering company and music school Upasana that he directed passionately. His whole life was about intense dedication to music. I was intense in my musical exploration as a curious teenager and he would often remind me of the true power of Indian classical music. It took me so many years to grow in awareness to appreciate the depth of pure divine music.

By the age of 18, I discovered during a college trip that I was gifted with special healing powers. A junior college fellow who complained of a sprain in his leg was sorted overnight when I attended to him by manipulating flow into his ankle. He recovered overnight and thanked me profusely and called me a doctor. I smiled blankly as I did not know how it worked.

The Tough Get Going:
I realized my body’s imperfections very early on. I tried practising Hatha Yoga at the age of 4. I could not sit in Padmasana as scoliosis in the lower spine refused to allow me any natural extension. I was a pre-mature born with abnormal heart palpitation. This made me often irritable with people around me. I was growing up in a super-tough neighbourhood with a high crime rate. I did not like what I saw every day. I had a growing rage in me. My eyes were red, itchy and burning with a serious eye infection, which I found out many years later is an incurable eye infection called Blepharitis.

The local toughies often tried to bully my brother and me. We took up martial arts and street fighting to save ourselves from trouble. Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan were our martial heroes and inspiration. We seasoned our hands dipping them in hot sand and punched walls. We often kept small stones in our pockets and had mastered stone pelting to survive ambush attacks.

Doctors advised me not to run with my prevailing heart condition as I developed pains often. However, I deeply trusted I could dissolve this limitation with more running. I was doing barefoot running on those mean streets enduring the pain, until one remarkable day in my teens, the heart just kick-fired into coherence and running became an expression of freedom and raw athleticism.

My body type is small and lean, the bigger boys in school and college often tried to bully me. They soon discovered that they could not handle my single punch delivered in absolute rage. When I was 16, something magical happened to my body. I discovered that I could build strong muscles with little effort. I had developed an extraordinary appetite for food. My unusual display of strength and power took many by surprise.  I discovered the path of Kundalini at 16, by reading a book that I picked on the street. The very word Kundalini ignited the fire within me. I plunged headlong into the deep knowing within. Despite receiving unconditional love from both my biological and the Divine Mother, it took me a while to surrender to the purity of love and ways to redirect the rage within to ignite the rising power of Kundalini.

I have had no direct teachers along the path of awareness. Spirituality was never discussed at home, school, nor with my friends or social circles. I grew up with a deep inner knowing but without experience, rituals, practices, beliefs and traditions. The teenage years were engaged in wild explorations as I needed clarity before I committed to any concept or spiritual practice. Being free-spirited and non-conformist was being a misfit in a conservative set of social beings who found solace in their beverages, food and pleasure rewards. I trusted in creative intelligence and not mediocrity, mundane talks or rituals. I somehow could not live my journey in auto-pilot mode or allow muscle memory to override creative freedom.  I was bored and suffocated with my school and neighbourhood setting. I wanted to travel in true wanderlust in those glorious Himalayan terrains, make friends with free-spirited beings, celebrate the purest music and soak in the essence of mystics.

My neighbour Mr Naidu, was a great inspiration as he introduced us to the great spiritual master Ramana Maharishi and the concept of self-realization. One day in a casual discussion about unity awareness, I uttered something so profound that it stunned him and he knew that I did not gather it from any book or listening. It was a deep knowing from the past.

Osho permeated my thoughts and served as a magnanimous teacher who reflected the oceanic philosophies in his creative and charismatic way. His words seeped into my veins, nerves, nadis and urged me to take the plunge into the path of surrendering to enlightened awareness within.

The call for exploration became so intense that I decided to drop out of college and got recruited into the Indian Air Force. The training days were intense and harsh and I soon discovered how it feels to be enslaved. There was a burning desire to break free from being a victim of egoistic seniors blaring lame orders. I truly loved to serve my nation with a deep sense of responsibility. However, I knew there are many other ways to do it.

I began to channel my anger and frustration through martial arts. I enrolled in Tae-Kwon-Do classes only to discover that I was the least endowed student in a class that was brimming with martial arts practitioners from Manipur who were gifted gymnasts. It took me 4 hours of high-intensity practices of stretching, kicking, punching and running for over 6 months to become acceptable in the eyes of my teacher. I was so dedicated that I would do a routine of 1000 punches, 500 push-ups, 1000 kicks, 10 km run and splits enduring the pain every evening. A bunch of voyeurs would sip their coffee watching over my routine as free entertainment.

The word spread around and more curious watchers joined in for their evening entertainment. I was randomly picked by a boxing coach when he spotted me practising my martial arts routine. I had sharp reflexes, high resistance to pain and could punch with immense speed and power, but discovered that my eyesight was not good enough to pick the fast punches coming at my face. Good sense prevailed that I had to put my brain to better use despite my boxing skills being excellent and progressive.

At the boxing camp when I was a strong 18-year-old, I clocked 100-meter sprint in 11.3 seconds and clocked 42 minutes in the 10 km run in the sweltering heat of Chennai. It was quite an achievement after being prevented from running for most of my growing years.

I felt a deep sense of satisfaction when I was chosen to be a part of the team that worked tirelessly to rebuild a crashed AN-32 transport carrier and successfully readied to fly again. We were the first aviation technical team to achieve this feat. My technical abilities were nothing special as I encountered talented aircraft engineers who contributed to this phenomenal accomplishment.

In a military establishment, I had to plan every move smartly and avoid conflicts. In the process, I learnt every trick of the trade to break free from wasteful routines. My colleagues looked at me as a rebellious trendsetter who was smart enough to open doors of freedom in a rigid environment. I had the privilege of attending university classes on a daily basis and harmlessly zoomed past high-security zones. Many seniors approached me asking how I managed to live a carefree life in a tough rule-bound establishment. They assumed I knew every rule and hence I was just bending them around.

Most people claim they do not enough time. All one needs is creativity to do time management. My days in IAF were intense as I juggled between day-night-shifts, managed to read books of Osho, practiced martial arts in break time, attended afternoon college, watched a Bollywood movie everyday, dined with friends, wrote letters, designed greeting cards, worked out at the camp gym, managed everyday demands of a test flying unit, cycled for miles to get to work, and more importantly celebrated the simple joys of a minimalist and nomadic journeys to Himalayas.

I found inventive ways to rotate work shifts so that I could accumulate many off-days. The pull of the Himalayas was too hard to resist. I would spend many weeks there in deep inner silence in lofty caves and wandering around the remotest snowy mountains in pure surrender. I felt at home withstanding sub-zero temperatures while absorbing the magnetic embrace of the Himalayas that was so familiar from many lifetimes.

I decided to quit my service with the Indian Air Force as the creative calling with me had become intense. It was not an easy process as I had signed a 20-year bond. It took immense courage, establishing and following up with powerful contacts and being supremely persistent for my discharge from Services to be accepted by the authorities.

I knew many beings watched every move of mine, and I was cautious enough to play safe amidst uncertainty. With six months of relentless efforts, I was able to get the attention of high ranking officials who understood my plight and offered me release from IAF. It came as a great relief as I could return home to my parents and look after them and also pursue my journey into creative arts.

I have to admit that my classmate and friend Parul Suri was instrumental in accelerating my journey into freedom. She kept inspiring me that I had to break free and do something profoundly creative.

Abiding Master’s Message:
Meanwhile, I was meant to go to live in the Himalayas for a few months. My plans for extended sojourn was cut short when I encountered a 250-year-old mystic. His penetrative eyes scanned through me and he knew about my mission. He advised me, “There is nothing more for you to achieve, just keep your eyes wide open and serve selflessly. You now return to urban yogi living and impart the wisdom of Himalayan yogis”.I took this message sincerely as the voice of the universe speaking to me.

Spiritual Ascension:
The quest for completion of all evolutionary processes and merger of soul fragments into one strong unified and liberated essence is one of the highest goals of a spiritual aspirant. I met clairvoyants who relayed messages of my journey and mission. They had already predicted the penetration of cosmic rays from my ‘master soul’ that would liberate me. They had indicated to me that the kundalini would rise through the sun point and achieve the highest ascension possible. However, I did not take those predictions for granted. I worked harder on this body to make it supremely aligned so that I would be more deserving to receive the cosmic grace. The event did happen in a few years time in an unexpected moment. A huge golden ball of light penetrated into the crown chakra and blanked me into the purest void of nothingness. I saw the body collapsing on the floor in slow-motion and protected an unseen hand. The journey of responsibility had truly begun. Enlightenment is a huge responsibility. If people really get to know the extent of the commitment, they would not even dare to ask for it.

The evolving journey of Himalayan Kriya Yoga:
I was inspired by the journeys of Kriya Yoga masters and the purification paths. It took so many years of relentless exploration before Gorakshanath Babaji, the eternal lightning standing still for planet earth transmitted the science of kriya yoga intuitively to me with creative ways to sort this body and share it experientially and scientifically. The transmission happens through this body as an overnight download. By morning, I wake up with a demanding pain that needs immediate attention that guides me through an insightful revelation to sort it through kriya techniques and movements. Such episodes continue to happen and it unfurls a huge revelation and its too vast to decipher with a simple routine. I have been sharing innovative Himalayan Kriya Yoga techniques with aspirants across the world. It remains creatively progressive to access higher pathways to sustain alignment, celebration, ascension and liberation.

Every iota of awareness has come through me as a message, idea, pain, purging and an intense surge has contributed to purification. It has purged out alien substances, toxins, rigid bacteria, dark matter and sub-conscious memories from darkest recesses within. The pain taught me precious ways to realign and streamline the prana flow through Kriya yoga and ways to release the body. This process continues to evolve with scientific practices of yogic breath, stretches, movement, tapping, streamlining, re-wiring, detoxifying, decarbonising and decalcifying the body into a pure state. I applied these techniques on thousands of aspirants and witnessed phenomenal results in those with pure intent and dedication. The body is 99.999999% space and yet the gross body bothers us more owing to negative thoughts, emotions, memories and patterns.

I was given intense experiences of fear of dark and panic attack for 4 continuous nights, where unreflected cosmic light would radiate in every Nadi and surprisingly radiate intense fear instead of bliss. I battled with logic and eventually learnt to offer this intellect and body in deepest surrender. It dawned on me that I was bombarded with the experiences of the dark so that I could appreciate the essence of light and help people with more compassion. The battle with the dark and shadow games taught me immense lessons on ways to rise higher through the consistent ascension process. I have come into deep acceptance with the luminant dark that is inevitable in our journeys.

On one occasion I was making my way through a dark stairway. The fear of dark gripped me immensely and froze my step. In a flash of a moment, an intense blue unreflected light emerged from above my head and lit up the pathway. It was reassurance from the masters that I was taken care and faith was restored.

I was tested and prepared in ruthless ways. The experiences were oscillating from stillness to neuron explosions, cosmic orgasms, wild purges, brain irrigation, kundalini lightning surges, and energy storms across the body. I often felt like a leaf caught in a hurricane. I hardly shared my intense experiences as it would drive away weak-hearted aspirants from staying on the path. The voice within prompted that once we accept the responsibility of serving, we have no choice but completely surrender to the highest good. The revelation came in three powerful statements. (a) We will get exactly what we have asked for. (b) We will not get any experience that we truly cannot handle. (c) We are exactly where we are meant to be.

Despite the phenomenal meditative progress, the fear of incompletion and separation haunted me every night. It pushed me to crack open every wall of ignorance I had built. Sadashiva, my eternal father has been mischievously orchestrating many events to complete these journeys and liberate me at all levels. I was directed to descend downhill an obnoxious landslide in Tibet in the year 2006. I headed to the guided voice in my head and came slipping down the loose rocky terrain and hung onto a rock in a cliff-hanger moment facing the dizzy 400 feet drop into the valleys. Strangely, there was no fear of death at that moment. I knew Shiva was testing and protecting me. A German mountaineer climbed the landslide to help me and show me the easy way out. That one moment brought me closest to trust and surrender. I laughed while I was below the mountain reminiscing the flow of events.

Enabling the soul ascension passage for my father at the time of dropping his body was a huge revelation. I was given to understand of how master grace can truly elevate the soul in such key moments. My deepest prayers invoked the presence of Shirdi Sai Baba, the master saviour, who graciously permeated and breathed intensely through my father’s body which was in a comatose state and upsurged the soul through the jyotirlinga pillar into the Gandharva Mandala, the abode of celestial musicians, where he truly belongs.

I was given so many profound experiences of the soul passing through the void and many light dimensions. Being embedded at the core of the matrix in absorbed cosmic awareness will always be the highlight of all pinnacle experiences that I ever encountered. The masters have been watching over my journey from the creator’s angle. It ignites the ever-increasing responsibility to enhance my deserving ability and readiness to be constantly integrated for serving selflessly. The body of a realized being is a clarified conduit, an openly available portal for cosmic flow and serves as a trans-receiver. The individual will is merged with the divine will. The state is called ‘choiceless awareness’.

In one of the out-of-body journeys, I distinctly experienced watching a huge solar flare shooting up. Much later, when I opened my eyes on this plane, I trusted that I was not imagining it. The next morning, NASA reported sighting the solar flare. Many astral journeys continue to happen every night when this body is in deep restive mode. The trickery of masters is that they erase all the memories of astral journeys every morning when I open my eyes to this world.

Being on the radar of Rishis is an immense calling. There is no scope for tiredness, laziness, and procrastination. Divine timing governs and makes events happen in supreme readiness. I was guided to remember that when all efforts end, grace descends. When grace descends, the spirit ascends. The grace magnetizes and gravitates us to the core of the source. Involution is inevitable in deep surrender, while evolution is a conscious choice for exploration and expression of the one source in myriad ways.

I researched extensively into the lives and yogic explorations of many masters. It became clear that I had to stay away from hallucinations, imaginations, visualizations, illusions, wishful thinking if I had to distinguish between perception and reception. This thin line of discerning ability is the hallmark of mastery.

The self-realization is that deepest memory that we are souls that are super-connected to the core of the matrix and following the soul arrangements, agreed scripts, karmic engagements and going through the human journey of explorations, experiences and eventually we elevate to the essence of knowing.

In those many years of intense and wildest purging that I experienced,  it triggered the deepest desperation and gratitude to the source. It extracted the purest love and compassion from within. It gravitated the soul to the core and resonated with the cosmic frequency. Switching the body from its biological limitation mode to access its super-wired cosmic nature is the highest revelation in my journey. We are divine beings experiencing a human sojourn through this planet and the greatest moment is in the remembrance of our purpose and our extraordinary connection with the matrix and its source of cosmic intelligence.

One evening while resting on a couch, I had a phenomenal experience of the soul transiting through seven light dimensions while penetrating through the darkest wormholes and eventually accessed the deepest void, the core of the matrix. It happened so quickly that before I could celebrate the core essence, the soul descended through the wormholes and returned into the heart chamber. It is hard to put this into words as our reference libraries are usually wrapped in limitations.

Receiving Cosmic Grace:
A huge galaxy of ascended masters is available to anyone that is qualified to access them and truly can relay the photonic transmissions with the highest intent of gratitude and compassion. This life-changing reminder intensified within me and allowed this instrument to enter into purest surrender to receive the cosmic ray of light that truly liberates. I encountered so many profound masters that continue to astound me with their unique transmissions and revelations. Sadguru Dattatreya beamed through my forehead in broad daylight visibly shining through a golden light that was captured on camera by my astonished friends in Bangalore. The phenomenal master Hanuman lifted this body from lying position by hooking into my solar plexus in 3 memorable encounters. Satya Sai Baba gave me the most intense Kundalini Rising experience in an unexpected mid-day remote encounter in Dubai. Gorakshanath Babaji bombarded me with most phenomenal 360 degree bursts of fiery energies and intuitively guides me with kriya yoga insights. Sadashiva penetrated through this body explosively into every atom and surged the soul to its highest dimensions and continues to surprise me with extraordinary light explosions and visions of the beyond. Ma Shakti has showered me with immense gifts of Kundalini ascension with rarest visions of the sacred core of the matrix confluence in purest gold formations. She continues to dance within every atom and inspires the intensive transmissions in a continuum.

Many phenomenal connections with ascended beings in Mandalas of Rishis, Naga Devas, Gandharvas, and higher domains have revealed through rays of cosmic light downloads and openings in portals for cosmic flows.

Vinaya -My soulmate:
A soulmate is an integral part of an arrangement to co-create, engage and immerse into the role play for loving, giving, receiving and sharing.  I was growing up in a sheltered environment where I had never conversed with a female until I was about 23 years old. Our over protective schooling, conservative neighbourhood and networks driven by social taboos made it difficult for us to be free flowing in our expression. I always wanted to break free from the frustrating and limiting mould of enslaved mindsets. I was intense, curious, absorbed in the way I watched people. I intricately observed body language, voice textures, walking styles, energy patterns, beauty, body magnetism and intensity in eyes. I was waiting for that one being that would truly make me click within and surrender in the purity of love. I travelled a lot and my eyes met with many beautiful strangers. However, I knew it was a mere attraction. It left me wondering how destiny would unravel in its timing.

One eventful afternoon, I was at my workplace in Bangalore, when I saw a beautiful lady walking through the reception area. My eyes locked in and followed her. I felt a huge rush of memories and energies all over my body. It was a palpable click within. She was the one I was waiting for. The heightened feeling of love-at-first-sight is hard to describe. I knew for sure that she was my life partner, the soul mate who would journey with me. I had not even spoken a word with her. However, deep within, the soul remembrance could not have been mistaken.

As expected, our friendship blossomed into purest love. We had not even proposed to each other, however, our fragrant connection reflected in a dream one night where I saw a clear image of being married to her. I was excited to share this with her, and she too mentioned that she had a similar dream. There was nothing more to deliberate or hold back. It became obvious that we both were in deep synchronicity. With parent approval happening instantly, we got married in seven months time in Bangalore on 13 June 1998. It was a truly blissful occasion and I chose this to happen on the birthday of my best friend Saleem Mansuri from our IAF days.

Vinaya balanced me in many ways. I was like a fiery, raging street fighter who could take on anyone to derive justice and yet deeply spiritual within. She was quiet, easy-going, forgiving, loving, caring, compassionate and had a deep insight into ways of people. I have been a free-spirited explorer who truly cared for freedom. She became my teacher and prepared me to be socially sensitive and accept ignorant beings. I was the wild yogi who was blunt, intense and in a hurry to rise above mediocrity and limitations. She was not in the yogic path but she trusted me. I told her about my mission and the path work that I felt responsible and committed. It took her some time to get used to the intensity of experiences that I was going through. I was meant to be available at social gatherings, parties, clubs and behave sanely in those predictable meetups. I felt often bored in these wasteful encounters. I developed the resolve to practice kriya yoga regardless of who was watching me. I was regarded as an oddball in social circles. They frowned at my carefree attitude, vegetarianism and that I could read into their journeys and intention. They could not understand that I was on a natural high and they needed so much substance to let go of their heaviness. The only way I got some levels of acceptance were I entertained people by being the DJ at gatherings.

Tapasya in Dubai: Serving the calling
Destiny reshapes when the conspiracy of masters unfolds mystically. Challenges that seem threatening can be converted into opportunities. The journey into serving unfolded in a strange and mystical way. I was directed to Dubai, one of the world’s fanciest and most luxurious cities. Vinaya grew up there and we had gone to visit Dubai to attend our wedding anniversary party arranged by my in-laws. Little did I know that I would end up working there. I felt welcomed at first as I got to interact in a different world. Dubai is a melting pot of cultures and truly cosmopolitan and I learnt much from these interactions. However, the entire first year, I felt lost in Dubai in the boring consulting job and the fun element was evenings spent with large and feisty family gatherings. I began to dishonour my body that soon lost its fine-tuned state. I met a spirit medium who told me that I was required to serve in Dubai in meditative awareness. If I moved away, I will be replaced immediately.

A big change in my destiny was awaiting me. The hardest jolts took me by surprise. The lessons came in the form of three resounding blows. Excruciatingly painful spinal spasms began to surface, which left me reeling in a quest for finding a solution. I was limping and crawling around from my bed in the mornings. Spasms had become my daily morning episode with no respite.

The company that I worked for made an abrupt decision to close down their web development division and I became redundant. I accepted it delightfully as an opportunity for me to take a plunge into the spiritual journey. It was devastating for my family to see me jobless in Dubai.

A big moment in my journey was when one evening in the year 2002, I looked up into the fathomless sky and took a vow to serve on the path of awareness and not to engage in a job for a living. A deep-seated trust and knowing within had triggered. I sought the blessings of the ascended masters to support and guide me through the journey of ascension while serving.

The masters had decided to crash me fully before they unfurled the ascension process. The biggest shock of my life was to discover that my mother was terminally ill. She was painfully fighting ovarian cancer. By the time we discovered her situation, it was too late. I was shattered and felt helpless. I was trying every possible way to save her. Watching her in pain is the most dreaded memory of my life. The rigid, dominant male inside me melted down. I begged, surrendered and cried in pain.

I tried every possible way of healing and praying for her. I relayed bio-photonic energies into her head every morning and she would enter into deep sleep. I knew we were fighting a losing battle with her frail body. It could not reverse cancer that was devouring her cells. There was a deep regret in me that I could not truly help her at that point. I shed tears in deep frustration and the memories of receiving unconditional love from her came rushing to me often. A few months later, on 20 June 2002, I felt the soul passing away into higher domains. However, the pain within me refused to go away. I wanted to know everything about ways to ascend into a liberated state and overcome the disease. The foremost goal was to liberate this body from its chronic illnesses.

I began to intuitively practice yogic techniques and the awareness rapidly unleashed within me. It was like a recall of lifetimes of yogic journeys in the Himalayas. In about a year, I had intensified my practices to about 16 hours a day relentlessly. I felt like there was no tomorrow. I had to crack open the limitations and fears that made me desperate and frustrated.  I knew I was on the path, but there was no direct teacher to give me confirmation. The nights were most difficult to navigate, as I would break into a sweat with nightmares and fears of not knowing enough.

A year later, I met a clairvoyant yogi who advised me to be at peace with everything in this world. He ushered me into the practice of giving and receiving love completely. I began to send immense love to all the bacteria colonies that infested my eyes. It was the most fascinating discovery of my journey that in 3 days time, I got over the dreaded Blepharitis, which had tormented me for years.

Eventually, many revelations came my way along with phenomenal gifts to guide me through. It became apparent to me that it was a master directive to keep me engaged as a light beacon in Dubai. The 14 years of the intense meditative journey brought me into the path of serving many beings. At the outset, I was a reluctant teacher despite receiving calls for teaching from many. I had several limitations as I was not sure what I am supposed to teach, as I did not attend a single yoga program or had not read any scripture. I did not belong to anyone yogic tradition or lineage and I did not have any typecast looks of a Yogi. More importantly, I wasn’t following any structure. The awareness flowed through me like a river. It took some time for people to accept creative flow over a routine, structured classroom method.

Welcoming Smriti into our lives:
As much as I resisted being pulled into samsara, the script could not be reversed. As destiny wanted it, Vinaya and I welcomed our daughter Smriti into our lives on 30th November 2004. Smriti triggered unconditional love within us. She pulled every string in our hearts, which also enabled her to heal from her birthing struggle.  She came with many challenges which included emotional trauma and learning disorders. If we had accepted medical intervention, child psychologists and occupational therapists, they would have made her a permanent dependent.  I took a vow that I would not let her suffer in ignorance. I promised Vinaya that I will sort her through my way and sought 3 months time to get Smriti back into the flow. It happened faster than the people around us could imagine. All I had to do was hold her close to my heart and fuse her into the channelled master flow of compassion, which enabled her to click into balance, drop tantrums and tune into the celebration of music and life. Every day I would lure Smriti into our drawing room and celebrate the purest music. She danced, jumped and yelled in delight. It became evident she was healed without much fuss. These encounters often reminded me “love is the answer, so what is the question”.

The emergence of Shiva-Shakti Kutir
I will always be in deepest gratitude to my father-in-law, Veera Kerala Varma and my mother-in-law, Prabha Varma for offering us their home. I had truly the best time of my journey in that duplex apartment in Bur Dubai. The elegant drawing room served as the meditation space, which we fondly called Shiva-Shakti Kutir. It became a sanctified space that attracted people from across the world to immerse in meditative awareness and celebrate stunningly beautiful music played on an exotic sound system. Our neighbours watched in awe as celebrators were swarmed in large numbers, and the music traversed into their homes. Many aspirants stayed back late in the evenings after the sessions soaking in the intense energies.

Our Himalayan kriya yoga sessions evolved and attracted amazing beings and we have some great memories of these encounters in our high-energy gatherings, ecstatic celebrations, music night-outs, and food outings to our favourite Indian restaurants in the neighbourhood. We had a lovely bunch of friends whom we referred to as the Kevala Soul Family. Kevala means unique and it reflected in everything we did.

It was hard to bid goodbye to this sanctified meditation space and a huge body of work in Dubai and relocate to Kevala in a remote destination. Many of our loving soul family members missed the live guidance for kriya practices. We shot videos of Kriya and shared it free on youtube and kept the momentum alive. Eventually, we spread this movement across many countries. Change in life is inevitable. The pathwork demands discipline and it took me some time to accept that not everyone can stay rooted in the summit path of ascension. The path of kriya yoga takes one to be spirited like a mountaineer and have the persistence of a marathon runner. I realized that many are happy and cheerful at the base camp and the summit calling is elusive.

From fine to fine-tuned
Aspirants often imagine a spiritual journey to be smooth for yogis. In my case, the Kundalini shot up like a lightning and drilled a hole in my crown. It happened in a moment of intense desperation when I sought the help of the Divine Mother. It did not dissolve all my limitations but opened infinite possibilities for learning, growing and serving. However, no awareness comes along easy and smooth. It became clear to me that I would face innumerable challenges en-route the summit and further.  I was meant to serve people and I had to learn many ways to sort the body in pain, disease, suffering and so on. There is a huge difference between being fine and fine-tuned. The latter takes consistent adaptability to shifts that happen in the body.

The body is a marvellous projected parking space and yet becomes the inevitable hurdle if not fine-tuned. I was given tremendous insights on ways to unlock the body to access its heightened ecstatic states. However, the revelation would only happen after I went through deep-seated learning or unlearning an old pattern. I was fascinated by how fragile our human body is and yet it can extract the essence of amrita within to experience the oceanic drop of entire cosmos.  I received phenomenal insights after a series of nuclear fusions that exploded in the mid-brain. I could clearly see downloads of golden un-reflected light, photonic lightning, darkest voids, galaxies and ascended beings. The body, however, could not afford to be ordinary or limited anymore. It had to shift to a crystalline structure that remodelled on sacred geometric and holographic imagery. The receptivity, alignment, balance, coherence and bandwidth had to be enhanced to accommodate the cosmic transmissions and frequency shifts.

For 6 years, the purging became so intense that I had to sit with a plastic bowl to gather the copious amount of saliva purging through the day at unexpected intervals. I considered this as a gift and never questioned its process. I gathered it is called Brain Irrigation as kundalini energy shot up and hit several neuron networks of the brain and released toxins and calcified matter. Such events happen only when kundalini is initiating the purification process. My eyes would often be bloodshot and many found it hard to look into my intense eyes. I was at times stoned into stillness and silence for hours into an absorbed Samadhi state. From stillness, it also switched to its extreme movement. I have had several occasions when the body slithered like a snake on the floor with hissing sounds emerging or uncontrollable crackling laughter from the pit of the belly.

The Purification process is imperative if we truly need to be fine-tuned. This is the trajectory of the pathless, and choiceless awareness surprises and rewards us in most unexpected ways. Surrender came easily to me with intense and phenomenal shattering experiences. I felt the presence of the Divine mother and ascended beings. These transmissions also collapsed the ego in relentless ways.  These experiences heightened for over 12 years. It was hard to imagine that one day all experiences would come to a halt and pure integrated awareness would sustain. All the grand siddhis (gifts of perfection) that included superhuman states of receptivity felt like a passing cloud and the silence within became consistent.

From a rebel, outcaste and a misfit.. to a leader
I was finding it increasingly difficult to tame down my intensity in order to fit into social acceptance and dance to the tunes of mundane and repeated patterns. I naturally drifted into the world of profound inner dimensions that were enriching. Spiritual growth is not instantly visible and people often imagined that I was wasting all my time and talent. I hardly slept for many years. My eyes were permanently bloodshot. People assumed I was sick and they ridiculed my practices. I did engage in debates to tell them about the intensity of path work. However, I was hitting the wall. They had already decided to disbelieve. I did not blame their ignorance. I did not have any business to prove anything. A mountaineer has to ascend with an indomitable spirit, fight challenges relentlessly and hit the summit. The people who prefer base camps to sip coffee and ogle at the mountain peak will only fantasise about the peak ascension. However, it takes courage, discipline and tremendous spirit to commit to climbing and rising above thresholds.

I had disengaged from the outer world as I plunged deeper within me. I would often have strange recall dreams of my friends from this and higher dimensions. I was desperate to join the dots and experience the unity within. The thought of being separated and incomplete bothered me a lot. I would wake up in the middle of the night wondering why I was still in this dark world. I became desperate for the vision of the larger picture, cosmic insights, master connection and death of all fears that tormented me mostly at night.

I received many siddhis or perfected gifts passing through me. I knew it would not last, as it is part of the progressive path. The death of all heightened experiences is realization. I was crystal clear that I would not rest in laurels along the way.

I was considered irresponsible as I did not fit into the mould of a typical corporate slave whose primary goal was to fulfil the bucket list and acquire material possessions. I sensed the frustration of family and friends who wondered how I was so blissfully contented. I did not even demand money from people for my services and yet managed to access the best of life like audiophile hardware and attract amazing beings from all-walks-of-life. Vinaya stood by me like a pillar of support and withstood the insults hurled at me. We were not money spinning machines like some of our friends who interacted with us. They knew there was something profound happening to me. However, they chose to look at the other side and only measure and compare us with people who had material possessions.  I did feel tremendous compassion for Vinaya as we channelled all money coming our way into the construction of building for Kevala Foundation. I did not want to deny her the pleasures of life. I had very limited needs and my yogic lifestyle was bare minimalism. The masters were doing their magic by ensuring that there was enough inflow of abundance to keep us blissfully afloat in Dubai, one of the fastest growing cities of the world.

Kevala Foundation: A product of masters’ grace
The meditative years spent in Dubai would not go wasted. It was preparing for something profound. I was destined to shift gears and take the responsibility of serving through a sanctified natural paradise. My longtime friend Parthibhan found an irresistible space for the proposed spiritual centre in Chikmagalur. One look at it and I was sure this space was waiting for me. Energies danced around wildly and signalled me to get into action.

It took us 2 years to decide the right people and design to go ahead with the construction. Funding was the issue. I was not sure if I could go with my limited budget. A dream revealed to me that I had to expand my vision and extend the budget and everything will fall in place. Parthibhan and our dear friends served Kevala project selflessly, watching over the construction and making sure that it turned out to be a spectacular artifice.

I explained the situation to Vinaya that the floodgates of abundance would open soon for Kevala project. Her trust in the process amplified when she saw acquaintances offering large sums of money as a donation to support the Kevala project. It became evident that ascended masters were orchestrating the project. It did not mean everything happened easily and smoothly. Several experiences came into understanding the relationship with the earth and ways to be magnetic and abundant. It pulled me out of my limitations to accept or receive funds. The fact is that ‘giving’ came very easy to me. Accepting help and especially funds was a stigma that I got over after aligning with clarity that ‘Kevala’ was not my personal possession and meant to be an offering to this world. It would sustain its magnetism even long after my time on this planet.  I also got an opportunity to give back to nature. I met inspiring beings who were growing cosmic forests. We designed a Kundalini spiral grid at Kevala and planted 27 specific trees that absorbed energies from the star constellations. The space at Kevala came alive with sacred cosmic transmissions called Galactical Cosmic Rays, usually traced in undisturbed rain forests. During these momentous events of kevala project, I received ways to step into fearlessness, divine synchronicity, unity awareness and abundance.

The realization that the guru is within and the guidance of the universe comes through in mystical ways came as a bright reminder, when a life-size statue of Gorakshanath Babaji was delivered to me at Kevala on my birthday. It was a reminder that the master was answering my calling. Lights from higher planes continue to descend into the sanctified space at Kevala enhancing its purity and frequency.

Living the life of a ‘tapasvi’ is possible only when ‘individual will’ merges with ‘Divine will’. My journey has been a mystical destiny conspired by ascended masters. It is hard for many to believe how a yogi without a job or any decent earning for 14 years in Dubai can manage to sustain a blissful living in an expensive city and still manage to conceive and fund a masterpiece structure for Kevala Foundation in a remote destination in India. I had no clue how the budget for construction overshot 12 times over and we yet managed to handle the demand of funds, resources and workers on site. The structure is a masterpiece as architects from fancied agencies are awestruck by the design and treatment.

The making of Kevala Foundation is a huge revelation of how purest trust and surrender can help us rise above challenges. This project is loan-free, thanks to the support of innumerable friends and well-wishers who contributed generously. Kevala Foundation has grown into a sanctified celebration and liberation destination for pure aspirants across the world. It attracts those that are sincere and wish to dive into the essence of yoga. Space at Kevala is alive with the freshest air, the purest water, deep silence, happiest birds, fragrant flowers and rarest music that enable one to plunge into immersive states of absorbed awareness. Kevala is a gift to genuine aspirants who want to truly absorb the yogic and musical essence and a sanctified space for celebration and liberation.

Kailasaa Music Festival-the divine alchemy:
Music has been my deepest and most passionate calling for the divine within. Born in a musical family made the journey even more intricate for me. My father Rammohan Ullal taught Hindustani classical singing at his school ‘Upasana’, in Bangalore. I enjoyed watching the progressive voice culturing of young aspirants. I watched my brother grow into a phenomenal musician while I lacked the innate gift to decipher the subtleties. I was told that with relentless practice I could have been a singer but not a genius. There was something amiss. I have limitations, the more evidence of it is that I cannot remember the lyrics of most songs despite being all ears. Yet I have a deep remembrance of the sound, tones, notes, musical passages, and intricacies that would match with the skills of a sound engineer or a musicologist. It became more apparent that I was meant to contribute to the world of music in a different way. I gathered phenomenal music from everywhere and which is now a huge library of rare recordings of studio albums and live concert performances. Great music is sparse and hard to find. The mainstream channels project mostly mediocre popular music for mass consumption, which is over-glorified.

It occurred to me at Kevala Foundation, we have the right ambience, facility to host a music festival. We started small with a bunch of friends jamming during the first year of Kailasaa Music Festival. The word spread around and attracted more musicians and patrons. We are now into the fourth edition and have gained significant mileage to attract world-class musicians, singers and percussionists at the three-day long festivity of purest divine music. I am glad that it is contributing to our rich musical heritage of India. Kevala meditation space is alive with some of the best music recordings this world has heard. Our audiophile-grade hardware is simply stunningly rich in its musicality. I didn’t have to spend a fortune on it as I have been sourcing hardware from little known genius audio designers producing masterpiece hardware in their humble garage based units.

The Himalayan wanderlust: Wings to Freedom
The ‘Himalayas’ is the spiritual engine and the most alluring pull for any spiritual aspirant. To me, these snow-capped peaks, glaciers, rivers, mountain caves and valleys have been closest to what I call my spiritual home that is brimming with memories, mystical possibilities and rare gifts that shower on me each time I make it there in deep reverence. After many lifetimes of intense penance and solitude in many lofty mountain caves, this lifetime has been sharing of exciting Himalayan expeditions with yoga aspirants and true celebrators.  I wanted to give aspirants a unique experience of Himalayas. This lead to the conception of the journey called Wings to Freedom that has been truly memorable as it unfolds many exciting opportunities for even newbies, to explore the Himalayas in a yogic way and not as a tourist. We have enjoyed kriya yoga practices in extremely cold conditions in high altitudes and the highlight of it is that none of them fell sick despite practising kriya outdoor in pouring rains. We are into the fifth edition of these expeditions that span remotest and little known Himalayan destinations. The wanderlust continues as the Himalayas continues to allure as the most magnetic piece of crumpled earth that radiates the transmissions of mystics, yogis and saints. The calling is so irresistible that whiff of thought is enough for me to pack my bags for the Himalayan journey.
However, one needs to be supremely fine-tuned and aligned to truly celebrate any Himalayan journey. I sincerely believe in astute preparedness that involves training the breath and the body for high altitude, resilience, endurance, adaptability and mental strength. All this comes from training that we offer to aspirants through Himalayan boot camps at Kevala. I usually give intense kriya yoga guidelines and practices to attain mountain fitness. This is not just another boot camp. I take on the role of Sherpa much before we step into these glorious mountain ranges.

One discovers that when all efforts end, grace descends and spirit ascends. Each of our Himalayan journeys has been a discovery of the mystical unravelling in the least unexpected moments. Culturing the right attitude has enabled us to truly celebrate at high altitude. We have unwrapped the true effects of surrender to dissolve challenges of inclement weather, and realized the power of divine synchronicity that makes our expeditions so enchanting.

People often frown at me when they see me clad in T-shirt and Jeans. It is hard for them to come to terms that I do not easily fit into their idealism or traditional mould. Seeing a fit, youthful, clean-shaven, free-spirited, tech-savvy, easy-going, married man trashing rigid norms to radiate a pure celebration of life is unsettling for a conventional mindset. As they settle down to experience energies and wrapped in magnetism, they begin to see beyond their assumptions and perceptions.  In our Himalayan expeditions, they discover the effects of being with a yogi. It is a fact that these mountains are relentless and will expose the pretentious ones. If one can remain humble, devoted and surrendered to the elemental flows, one can see the magic of sunshine emerging on snowing days and forces of nature protecting the yogis. It is a revelation of the mystical turnaround of events that baffles the sceptics.

The Himalayan challenge is a game changer. The body is on a stringent test drive once we cross the 20,000 feet altitude. Adapting to rarefied mountain air at high altitude, truly being mountain fit and staying blissful is the way of a Himalayan yogi. All claims are useless if we are not able to click into alignment. I wanted to do see the true effectiveness of Himalayan Kriya Yoga. All our participants did open-air ‘kriya yoga’ practices in sub-zero conditions and they managed to attain body heat through specific breathing techniques. I tested my sprinting skills and endurance with running uphill in high altitude and it became evident that the body had crossed several thresholds and stayed appreciably fine-tuned to its state of a mountain yogi.

Serving the sacred sciences of ascension and liberation:
Swami Rama served as my true inspiration as he unravelled the eternal remembrance of the sacred heritage of yogic sciences. I was enchanted by the profound yogic sciences of Nada, Laya, Samaya tantra, Swarodaya, Shambhavapya and without a direct teacher, there was no choice but to absorb it intuitively. A Himalayan yogi told me that I would go through vak shuddhi purification and I would be able to render chants to its calibrated purity. This is the science of Nada yoga. After several years of purging, my voice was able to upscale to access 4-octave range in its expression. I have documented my journey into music in my first book- Yogam & Music-the divine alchemy.

My journey of exploration gave me an intricate link between the outer and inner dimensions. The mastery of inner dimensions reflects in a smooth flow of protected, abundant and blissful unfolding of events. We are the focal points of the universe in an awakened flow. We can truly celebrate a liberating journey that is intensely beautiful in every aspect. One cannot ignore the presence of the dark and shadow elements that walk with us. I learnt to look into the sun and be at peace with the shadows. I agree that it gets lonelier at the top. Everything seems boring if we become ritualistic and repetitive. It is imperative that one engages in creative flow which is a sign of mastery.

The journey goes on like a river in its perennial flow. I do not question anything. The quest of completion is driving me towards more integration of fragments in its multi-dimensional existence. Gratitude while serving the yogic path with love and compassion remains the theme of my journey as it unfurls in mystical ways as I get to encounter the true fragrance, presence and purity of cosmic grace that directs this mission.

Note: This is a brief autobiography of Maha Yogi Dr Pradeep Ullal, Founder and Spiritual Head of Kevala Foundation, a celebration destination in India. The complete version of this biography will be released in 2020.