Biography
Sri Samartha Sadguru Siddharameshwar Maharaj was born in 1888 in the village Pathri, Solapur, India. Since his childhood he was very intelligent and had very sharp imbibe abilities. In 1906 he was initiated by his guru 'Shri Bhausaheb Maharaj' in Hinchgiri in Karnataka India, whose goal was to educate people on "Final Reality" or "The Eternal Truth". He was one of the contemporaries of Sri Ramana Maharshi.
Sri Samartha Sadguru Siddharameshwar Maharaj was a Jnani himself who had attained the highest abode of eternal peace. He propagated the Advait philosophy of Adiguru Shankaracharya with firm belief in the real truth of 'Aham Bramhasmi, He was master of meditation and spent time understanding nature and eternal reality in Bhagavadi, and Hinchgiri with his Guru Sri Samartha Sadguru Bhausaheb Maharaj and then in Sholapur and Basvana Bagevadi after Bhausaheb Maharaj passed over. He began spreading the teachings to his disciples in Basvana Bagevadi, Sholapur and Mumbai in the 1930s.
Siddharameshwar Maharaj died on November 9, 1936 (Ekadashi in the later half Ashwin), at the age of 48, giving his understanding to his disciples. It is said that dozens of his disciples became self-realized through his clear and lucid teaching. His samadhi shrine today is located at Banganga, Walkeshwar in Mumbai.
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