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INDIA'S ANCIENT BOOK OF
PROPHECY - Bhrihu Nandi Nadi astrology -Maha
Rishi Brighu AN INCARNATION OF Sri Vishnu:
"Have you ever heard of Bhrigu?" Raja Mrigendra Singh's voice
carried a note of suppressed excitement.
It was in that eternally fascinating country, India, in the town of
Patiala, Punjab. The date was November 29, 1959. My questioner, a
local prince, had come to visit me at my temporary residence on Press
Road. Tall, of striking features, smartly turbaned after the custom of
the Sikhs, his eyes expressive of a character in which strength and
kindness were pleasingly blended: I had felt instantly attracted to
this man from the moment I had first seen him.
"Bhrigu?" I echoed my friend's query somewhat uncertainly.
"Bhrigu was a noted rishi (sage) in ancient India", my guest explained.
Now I remembered. This venerable name appears often in Puranic
Scriptures. It is also mentioned in the ancient Bhagavad Gita, the
My guest continued: "Bhrigu wrote a book. It is thousands of years
old. It contains prophecies about the lives of millions of people,
many of whom are living today".
I lowered my gaze in sudden embarrassement. How simply preposterous!
Even if such a book could be written, how much would it manage to say
about "millions of people"?
I cast about for some ground on which to take my friend's comment with
suitable seriousness. Then I recalled the prophecies of Nostradamus.
Nostradamus was a seer in medieval France. He wrote in terse quatrains
predictions that supposedly covered world events for centuries to
come. Everyone seems to agree that these forecasts were remarkable.
They were so cryptic, however, that there is little unanimity of
opinion on what they actually mean.
Assuming Bhrigu's prophetic book to be genuine - so I concluded - his
predictions might be along the same order as those of the French seer:
Short sentences that could be applied to any number of people by one
with enough faith or imagination, or both, to make them fit. "How long
are these prophecies?" I inquired. "A line or two?"
My friend smiled sympathetically at my skepticism. "Most of them fill
one or two pages. They are so detailed that there isn't the least
doubting that the information given for a person actually refers to
him, and to no one else".
"I found myself mentioned in the book," said the raja. "I actually
found my own name written there. (And you know, Mrigendra is an
unusual name.) My wife's and my father's names also appeared in my
reading. My birthplace was given correctly."
The raja went on to tell of a number of other cases where people had
found their own lives described in this book. In some instances only
their initials had been given. Even these references, he said, were
anything but vague.
He told me about a prominent lady of Patiala, Mrs. Gurdial Singh of
Tehsil Road, who had gone to Bhrigu for a reading. Accompanying her
was her brother. Any stranger seeing the couple would naturally have
assumed them to be man and wife. They said nothing to the pandit in
charge of the book concerning their actual relationship. Yet in her
reading it was stated that she had come with her brother. (This was
later corroborated by Mrs. Singh personally to the narrator of this
"But," I expostulated, "how can millions of lives be described in such
detail in a single book".
"Oh, it isn't a bound volume like those of our present age. The books
in ancient India consisted of loose leaves tied together into bundles.
This 'book' of Bhrigu's is made up of many such bundles. It requires
whole rooms to house it. There are several portions of it in various
parts of the country. It is known as the Bhrigu Samhita".
"Of course," he added, "not all these portions are equally reliable.
There are persons, in fact, who only pretend to have possession of
Bhrigu's book, but who read from something quite different."
"I can imagine!" In my mind's eye I could picture the scores of
penurious fortunetellers I had seen in the streets of India's crowded
cities. What an edge it would give them over their competitors if they
could claim exclusive possession of part of so marvellous an ancient
document as this!
"These fake custodians of the Bhrigu Samhita daren't, of course, let
you examine their pages," my friend continued.
"They will put you off with some pretext or other - perhaps that the
readings are too sacted to be passed about, or that they are written
in a style which only those with special training can decipher. Of
course, frauds will tell you nothing that they couldn't have found out
about you during the course of your conversation with them. Beyond
that, they will be studiedly vague."
"But if there are frauds," I suggested, "some of them will doubtless
be beter at this 'art' than others. So how can one be perfectly sure
of any of them?"
"The final proof, of course, rests in the results. I've searched far
and wide for genuine samhitas. I'm satisfied that I've found at least
one, and possibly two or three."
"In this one particularly, there are none of the disadvantages one so
commonly encounters. The pandit allows you to examine your page
carefully. He has even permitted me to take mine home and get a
photostatic copy made of it (though this is a privilege he seldom
grants anyone). A convincing factor, also, is the time it takes him to
locate a page. He rarely has any way of knowing in advance who will be
coming to him. Yet, unlike other readers I have met, he finds one's
reading on the spot. There is no opportunity for him to write it out
after having come to know you. And I am impressed by the fact that his
fee is low. He cannot be using the book to become rich"
"Finally, of course, many of his predictions have come true."
"Where is this portion that you say you've found?" I inquired.
"It is in a small town called Barnala, only sixty miles from here.
Would you like to go there?"
The raja seemed quite in earnest. But could such a exotic manuscript
possibly be authentic? I struggled to apply my friend's strange story
to what I knew of India's spiritual teachings.
The Hindu scriptures, I recalled, state that time is a mental concept.
In their view, life may be compared to a book, the events of which we
are conscious only as we pass from page to page. The pages are turned
for us. Could we ourselves hold the book, we would be able to look
ahead and read what is written in later chapters. Essentially, there
is no past, present, and future. These all exist simultaneously. But
for practical purposes we may say that the present is where the book
is presently opened.
A natural question arises: What about free will? If the future is
already determined for us, doesn't this make us all just puppets in
the hands of fate? Not so, say the ancient teachings. For it is man
himself who determines how his role shall read. The operative
principle is the law of cause and effect, known in India as the law of
Even in creations by human artists whimsical fate is ruled out. Any
truly competent author lets his characters work out their own
destinies. He may see clearly before he ever writes the first page of
a novel, all that must occur to them as the story unfolds. But his
book always in a sense "writes itself." He will not force his
creations to act "out of character" to suit the predilections of his
own nature. Nor will he impose on his characters destinies that they
haven't themselves in some way invited.
If God did not know the entire future of His universe and of all its
creatures, He would not be omniscient. Foreknowledge need not
contradict the doctrine of free will. The human race deteremines its
future by what it is, not by what some Higher Being decrees it shall
Countless persons have had uncanny feelings - and other, vivid dreams
- that something unexpected was going to happen. And it did actually
come to pass. Great prophets may be considered simply to have
perfected this natural power, infrequently expressed in the lives of
ordinary men. In other words, sages have attuned themselves more
exactly to the omniscience of God.
I began to wonder seriously, as I struggled through this philosophical
hinterland, whether Bhrigu could not, just possibly, have written such
an improbable book as this Samhita. If he had, I thought, what
impressive support it would give to the claim of modern Hindus that
their ancient wisdom was as realistic, in its own way, as out
Twentieth Century sciences! The matter seemed well worth the small
effort of investigation.
"How can I get to Barnala?" I asked my friend.
"I am going there tomorrow morning," he replied. "I came here today to
ask you if you wouldn't like to come along".
Here follow some important excerpts and quotations from the book,
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"Bhrigu never tells you anything negative unless there is some
positive good that may come of the revelation. He has warned my
brother of something serious that could happen to him, but he has also
suggested a way out of the predicament."
"The raja continued: "Numerous persons go to the Bhrigu Samhita in
Barnala. Very few are reproved by Bhrigu for their weaknesses, moral
or otherwise. Bhrigu was a man of God. Like all saints, he preferred
encouraging people in their virtues to condemning them for their
The highway to Barnala, though paved, was so uneven it made
conversation difficult. The country on both sides of us was mostly
flat and uninteresting. Broad, semi-arid fields made way occasionally,
as if grudgingly, for tiny, poor villages that clung piteously to the
roadside. The people living here seemed to eke out only a bare
subsistence from the soil.
I thought sadly of the need of Indian villages for Western technical
And then I found myself meditating on the peace reflected in the faces
of so many of the villagers. Have not they, too, something tangible
and worthwhile to offer to us in the West? Can we, for all our
material glory, honestly say that we have found fulfillment - lacking,
as most of us do, contentment and a peaceful heart?
The harsh, dry countryside around us, seemingly resentful of man's
intrusion, finally surrendered to the swaggering conquest of the
little, bustling town of Barnala. We bounced through narrow streets
until we reached Gaushala Road.
Here, in a typical Indian home of modest proportions, lives Pandidt
Bhagat Ram, custodian of the Bhrigu Samhita."
"It is a sort of advertisement, telling people that in the Bhrigu
Samhita they will find information relating to three incarnations:
past, present, and future."
A strange place to advertise, I thought - inside the house! But
apparently the Samhita requires no publicity. Already the room was
beginning to fill up with people anxious to secure readings for
themselves. They squatted quietly in hopeful expectation, like
patients in a doctor's parlor.
It would be digressing from our story here to enter into a serious
discussion of transmigration of souls. The point may be conssidered,
however, that if the Bhrigu Samhita is proved to be genuine it will
add considerable weight to the case for this doctrine.
"Speaking of reincarnation," Raha Mrigendra remarked, "there was a
woman in here when I first came who was told by Bhrigu that in her
last life she lived in Patal-Desh, (ancient Sanskrit writing meaning
"the country on the under, or opposite, side of the world" - the
in the town of 'Wash-ing-ton.' In Sanskrit characters this ancient
reading actually spelled out the sounds of the name!"
There were by my side a few loose pages of the Bhrigu Samhita. I
examined them. They seemed old, I thought - yet not so ancient as I
"This is only a copy of the original," someone explained to me. "The
actual book written by Bhrigu is believed to be hidden somewhere in
The pandit finally entered the room, apologizing for having kept us
waiting. We stood up to greet him. He welcomed Raja Mrigendra first,
with a trace of deference in his manner for his visitor's rank. Next
he was introduced to me.
The pandit's face and bearing impressed me favorably. I was sorry to
find that he spoke no English. Others had to translate our
conversation, which took time and probably left many thoughts
uncommunicated. Nevertheless, we were able to converse together with a
fair degree of fluency."
"Taking the page, the pandit began to read. Raja Mrigendra translated
for me. This is what I heard:
"AUM. Sri Shukra (the son of Bhrigu) said: 'In the dark half of the
month of Margshirsh, on a Monday of the Amavasya, at eight ghatis and
thirty palls, (by our reckoning it was November 30, 1959, at about
10.30 a.m.) what is this combination of planets called, and what is
the reading of the person who asks a question at this time? What was
his last incarnation, and what thoughts has he in his mind on this
"Sri Bhrigu answered: 'O Shukra, this planetary combination is known
as "Guruka Yoga". According to it the person concerned was born in his
last life in the western part of Bharat (India), in a town the name of
which begins with the letter K. This city is now ruled by the Yavans,
(in ancient times this referred to Karachi, the capital of Pakistan),
and is the capital of their country.
"This jiva (individual soul) was born into the arrura branch of the
Kshatriya caste. His family was well-to-do. His name was Pujar Das. He
was an astik (one having faith in the Vedas) and a religious person...
"After passing years (in that place), he and his wife went together on
a pilgrimage. Ultimately their travels took them to the desert, where
they visited the ashram (hermitage) of the sage Kapila ..... Here this
person remained for many years".
The story took Pujar Das to the time of his death. I have given only
such excerpts as may perhaps be of interest to others, particularly
from the standpoint of glimpsing the style of which the Bhrigu Samhita
The account then continued: "In this life, after much traveling, he
has arrived in my presence, having been coaxed to come here by one of
my devotees, a member of a royal family".
I swallowed hard. This part, at least, applied: the extensive
travelling; the fact of my having come only after being coaxed;
"This person's name," the pandit continued, "is Kriyananda".
Stunned, I took the card and passed it to several persons in the room
who had come in hope of finding readings for themselves, and who said
they were familiar with Sanskrit characters. They all confirmed that
it did in fact say Kriyananda. This name is, so far as I know, unique.
The pandit took the page again and continued reading. The account
defined correctly the type of spiritual discipline I follow; it
mentioned that I had been lecturing in foreign countries; it gave
various facts of a personal nature, and made certain predictions. At
least as far as the known facts of this life went, the reading was
Bhrigu also answered specifically the questions I had put to him
As regards my supposed last incarnation, I have at least the following
facts to ponder: In this life I never glimpsed a desert until I grew
up. Yet the first desert I ever knew, at the age of twenty-two, seemed
strangely familiar to me; more than once I mentioned to others that I
felt more at home there than anywhere else on earth. Why this sudden
love for bare sand and tumbleweed? I had been accustomed to rich
greenery, flower gardens, and mountain slopes. Again, the Hindu
scriptures exercised an immediate and unusual appeal for me the day
when, as a young man, I first read a few excerpts from them in a book
called The Short World Bible. My religious upbringing had been
orthodox: Episcopalian, mostly. I can think of no influence in this
life that would explain either of these spontaneous interests. Doesn't
Bhrigu's account offer an intriguing answer?
(It might be of interest here to add that I obtained another reading a
few months later, from another portion of the Bhrigu Samhita. In this
one a much earlier incarnation was described - because, Bhrigu
explained, he had already told me ("in my Yoga Valli") about my last
life. My place of birth in this life was correctly given, though
misspelled: Rumania was written, "Rumanake". The reading stated that
my father named me "James" - my actual first name at baptism. The
reading said that I have lived in America. It gave my monastic name,
Kriyananda. A fact was brought out about my family that I myself did
not know, but that I was able to verify some months later after my
return to America. This reading made a number of unexpected
predictions, several of which have already since come true.)
Bhagat Ram's usual fee for finding a page and translating it is Rupees
21, which comes to a little over four American dollars. In my case he
refused payment because I am a monk
This is in part one of the eight million stories that are stored in
the aksha records as given by the Saint Maharishi Brighu in his
treasure Brighu Nandi Nadi which has been translated for thousands of
years according to ancient Vedic tradition by scholars in persuit of
the true Vedic virtues.
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