Vac Siddhi



In Hindu mysticism, a siddhi is an occult power gained through yogic discipline. Bilocation, telepathy, and clairvoyance are among the Siddhis advanced practitioners are said to be capable of achieving. The Vac Siddhi is the occult power of having everything you say become true. Vac is Sanscrit for speech, related to our vocal, vocation, (vacuum?). While the methods by which one may attain to the other Siddhis are obscure, and presumably involve arduous ascetic contortions, the Vac Siddhi can be achieved simply by observing a scrupulous adherence to the exact truth. If you never speak anything but the exact truth, eventually, everything you say will become true.

Speaking the precise truth about any given matter can be difficult, even if no prevarication is intended, so attaining the full form of this Siddhi is difficult. Yet its beginning rootlets can be observed everywhere around us in our daily lives. The word of an honest person carries a certain weight, and projects an influence not found in the utterances of habitual prevaricators. A sort of general degradation of reality can be observed in the lives of liars and dissemblers. The filaments connecting thought to reality, and word to deed, here become decayed, tenuous, atrophied and frail. Weak and dusty webs of words drift uselessly in the lives of liars, and no power adheres to their empty dictates. At last, everything around them falls to bits, and is swept away by a wind.

By contrast, the word of a scrupulously honest person, one who speaks carefully and with deliberate intent, is not merely a word, but a new projection from a weighty and buttressed pre-existing structure of truth. I would rather have a thousand flamboyant curses tossed at me by a liar, than endure a single malediction from an honest man. Yet even the words of liars carry some weight, such is the inherent power of speech itself.

In certain cultures, lying, and even extravagant displays of falsehood, are considered normal and basic parts of daily life. I think it is no coincidence that these lands remain chronically impoverished. Moving around in a country where no real opprobrium adheres to lying, even of the most ludicrous, childish and patently transparent sort, is a sort of phantastic and dreamlike experience. A vendor will hold a moldy, shriveled vegetable before your face, crying out "Look, no rotten! Veeeery fresh! Veeeery good!" A shop-owner will attach himself to your sleeve and tug you into his shop, all the while saying "No hassle! No bother! Why you not come my shop? You don't like Egyptian people?" In India, if you ask when the train is coming, you will invariably receive the answer "O, very soon!"  even if (as cannot but be the case) they have no idea when the train will arrive. They are just being polite. This endemic, chronic lying seems to create a pervasive and inescapable atmosphere of general shoddiness, degradation, and occasionally comical incompetence. Life itself is cheapened. This degradation even seems to extend to physical goods, which are almost inevitably flimsy and defective. Whole nations are inextricably bogged down in swamps of prevarication. Their efforts at constructive improvement inevitably fall to pieces, being bound together only by shoddy, dreamlike ligaments. No hard rivets of veridicality nail together their structures, physical or mental.

By contrast, when I lived in a remote and poor rural area of China, I found the physical goods to be characterized by a certain basic solidity, despite the poverty of the surroundings. And not surprisingly, the inhabitants would generally tell you the truth about anything, even to an extent that would seem brutal and unkind in our culture. "O, you are too fat! You must walk up the mountain every day!" "O, you are not very good at that are you? Hahaha!, ok!" These types of statement contained no malevolent intent whatever, but were simple observations of the truth everyone could already see.

These experiences convinced me that the linkages between speech and reality are  quite direct, although invisible. The Vac Siddhi embodies a deep operative principle of our reality. Those who speak truth, make truth. A word is not merely a sound, or even an idea, but an active force, having something of its own autonomous and living nature. Those who know this secret, and use it, are the true sorcerers, and their words are spells and incantations that can form reality.




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