The completion of the mandala poojas after the Kumbhabhishekam of Sri Raja Gambhira Ganapathy and Devi Karumariamman was performed with prayers and devotion. The day began with Kumbha Alankaram, followed by Ganapathi Pooja, Navagraha Pooja, Mahalakshmi Pooja, Ganapathi Homam, Sarva Devatha Homam, Maha Poornahoothi, Abhishekam, Maha Deeparadhanai and Prasadham distribution.
An wonderful and divine Yagasalai was CONSTRUCTED AND inaugurated on 11th November with a Ganapathi homam, Navagraha Homam, Sarva Ishwarya Homam and Specia; Homam for Sri Loka Bhagavathy. Homams will be performed daily in the Yagasalai for Universal well being and devotees can contact the temple management for performing homams for any specific purpose or prayer they have in their mind.
The annual Mandala Kala Swami Ayyappan Pooja and Celebrations were conducted on December 1st 2024. The celebrations involved Paal Kudam Procession, Malar Poojai, Ashtabhishekam, Thiruvabharana Petti procession followed by Jyothi Darshanam. Many Ayyappa Swamis and devotees participated in the divine celebrations and received the blessings odf Sri Loka Shastha.
The annual Meena Bharani Mahothsavam of our temple will celebrated on 12th and 13th April, 2025. It will be grand two days of celebrations involving Aarattu, Sheeveli, Guruthi Poojai, Procession, Pallivettai and Jyothi Darshanam. The customs followed will be based on Kerala Temple methods and will be accompanied by Panchavadyam. Both days annadhanam will also provided to the devotees. All are welcome to witness this Unique festival and receive the blessings of Sri Loka Bhagavathy.
Sahasra Kalasha (1008) Abhishekam will be performed to Sri Vilvadhinathar spread across 4 kalams starting from 6 PM and ending at 6 AM. In between that there will be Nama Sankeerthanam, Nama Japam, Games, Dance and Celebrations. All devotees coming for the celebrations will be allowed to do the Abhishekam to the Swami with their own hands.
Thai Poosam will be celebrated on Febraury 11, 2025 with Abhishekam, Prayers and Annadhanam. The programme consists of Kavadi Procession, Panchamirtha Abhishekam and Prasadham Distribution.
The temple, rooted in Tamil Nadu’s spiritual heritage, dates back to the early medieval period and showcases exquisite Dravidian architecture. Once a focal point for ancient kingdoms, it continues to influence the region’s art, literature, and philosophy.
The temple’s architecture features towering gopurams and intricate carvings, showcasing ancient Tamil craftsmanship. Each element embodies deep symbolism, bridging the material and spiritual realms.
The temple preserves Tamil culture by hosting classical performances, art exhibitions, and fostering cultural exchange. Its archives contain ancient manuscripts that provide insights into the region’s philosophical and theological heritage.
The temple, steeped in the rich spiritual history of Tamil Nadu, stands as a testament to centuries of devotion and architectural grandeur. Its vibrant rituals and festivals celebrate the Goddess’s divine presence, fostering spiritual growth and community unity.
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