Among the old cremation grounds near Tarapith senior aghoris still whisper a story never told in daylight or in crowded places, a secret night when Param *Guru Sri Shyama Khyapa performed a hidden Shava Sadhana*. That night the winds were thick with smoke and the river ran heavy, and only an old dom knew he was there, watching quietly from afar. 
*Param Guru sat upon the corpse, bhasma glowing softly on his skin, something beyond human understanding occurred: the entire cremation ground fell into an impossible silence. Burning pyres froze mid flame, the howl of dogs vanished and even the river seemed to pause as if time itself bowed to him. The dom crawled closer in fear claiming later that his breath had disappeared entirely, as though he had stepped out of his body. Then came the sound, soft, rhythmic, unmistakably feminine footsteps, though no form was visible. A tender voice whispered*

 *“Shyama… lokera tomar shakti bujhte parbe na”*(People will never understand your power). 

In that moment the fingertips of the Param Guru lit up like they were painted with fresh alakta and when he touched the corpse’s forehead, the dom swears the corpse smiled, not twitched, not shifted, but smiled with awareness. Param Gurudeva opened his eyes and spoke only one sentence *“Tara herself came. She told me to hide everything.”*
 From that night onward his disciples noticed quiet miracles…his mala turning on its own during japa, dhuna smoke rising in a perfect straight line, birds refusing to sit on his roof but circling it and dogs lowering their heads whenever he entered the smashan as though greeting a presence behind him. Yet our Param Guru never claimed greatness…he simply said
 “Ma gives what She wills. We only hold the vessel.

Maa gives what she wills , we only hold the vessel - Paramagurudev Shyamakhyapa