SWAMI SRI VEERABRAHMENDRA

A Monograph on Pothuluru Veerabrahmendra Swamy

The Swami visited Kurnool, Hyderabad and a number of other places. Wherever he went, he enlightened thousands; of people with his maxims of Kalajnana. Great Nawabs honoured him with white umbrellas held on his head, although he refused such honours and credentials. His basic aim was to extend his helping hand to the needy. The need was of two kinds - one was the basic need of food and shelter; the other was the spiritual need. He catered to both the needs. Being a smith himself, he established the five crafts liberally for the livelihood of the poor. Being a Yogi, he taught yoga sastra in simple terms for the spiritual benefit of many. The medium of discourse he chose was just that of the common man. The metre he employed in his mystic songs was purely that of the folklore.

After some time he thought his mission was completed. Coming back to his mutt in Kandimallayapalle, he installed Govindaiah, his eldest son, as the head of the mutt. He made up his mind to enter Sajeeva Samathi to unravel the invaluable treasures of the self.

It was a happy spring time. Flowers blossomed forth everywhere. Birds burst out warbling and cooing melodiously. The Swamy made an announcement of his Jeevasamathi and was preparing for it. The mutt was plunged in silent grief. Swamy suddenly called for Siddayya and ordered him to fetch flowers for him. Although it was spring time, Siddayya to his surprise, found no flowers. He ran into the nearby forest. The wind was tempestuous and the gale was dreadful. After a great deal of search, he found beautiful flowers of fragrance, plucked as many as he could and came running to the mutt. The time set for the Jeevasamadhi of his Guru was fast approaching. Unfortunately, by the time he reached the mutt, his Guru had just entered the Samadhi.

Siddayya’s grief was great and inconsolable. He cried and cried in vain. In a mood of agony and distress he prepared to sacrifice his life at the Samadhi of his Guru.

Instanteously the door of the Samadhi flew open and the mast affectionate voice of the Guru was heard by him- “Stop, stop! my good boy !” The benevelent Guru was patting on the back of Siddayya. Siddayys’s joy knew no bounds.

The Swamy went Into Sajeeva Samadhi again and remained there forever.

But the Swamy’s voice of silence was conveying spiritual messages.

Siddayya went home, his parents performed his mariiage. But Siddayya observed Rajayoga in the same way as his beloved Guru did. Many other disciples of the Guru followed his foot-steps, propagating the gospel of common brotherhood and universal love.

This is a biographical sketch of the Swamy. The basic material for the same requires to be examined.