Friday 5 August 2016

Introduction - A glimpse into the world of Gods

SHIVASHAKTIPURAANAM

A complete compilation of events as extracted from
ShivaPuraanam, VishnuPuraanam, and Devi Bhagavatam



by



Narayanalakshmi




VOLUME ONE

CONTENTS:
1. A brief description the God world.
2. Sage Naarada learns a lesson.
3. Description of the Forms arising out of the Formless.
4. Creation of the Trinities.
5. The Greatness of Devi.
6. A brief account of Mahabharata events where Shakti is disrespected and the consequences thereof.


INTRODUCTION

DEVA LOKA - THE WORLD OF GODS!
MARTYA LOKA-THE WORLD OF MORTALS!

The mortal world of humans is ruled by the immortal world of Gods!
We- the mortals, have no direct access to the world of Gods as we are limited by our cellular bodies made up of five elements. Gods don’t have such physical limitations. They are eternal!
Who are these Gods who seem to control our lives? Why are we created by them? Why do we exist as mortals and why are they immortal?
So many questions like these have no answers.  
We can have a glimpse of the God world only through the words of the Sages who had the visions of the ‘God world’ in their contemplative states and have translated them in a language intelligible to us.
With neither hunger nor cellular bodies, how would the Gods live? We wonder!
What sort of rules prevail in the God world, where a single wrong thought can push one down to the lowest states of existences?
We the mortals are imprisoned here by these bodies caught in the evolutionary cycle and have to survive somehow just to reproduce and die whether we want it or not. We have no access to the ‘nectar of immortality’! Apart from the fact that these Gods have
‘Non-decaying physical attires’ that do not undergo change; there is not much difference between them and us. Though in principle mortals and immortals can be termed as the manifestations of the same Para Brahman; yet in the ‘Vyavahaarika sense’ [the regular perceptions of life stories], Gods are all different individuals with different personalities and different aspirations. Not all have the same powers; not all are well versed in all
Learning; not all are perfect in character; not all are realized souls. Like us they also are moved by emotions. There is a fight for supremacy in their world also! The virus of ego and selfishness causes untold damages there also.
  SURYA DEVA         CHANDRA             BRIHASPATI        LORD YAMA              INDRA

The only difference between us and them is the structure of the physical bodies. Our bodies are made up of five elements; their bodies are made up of ‘light like’ substance.
[The word – ‘DEVA’ arises from the root letter –‘DIV’ which means ‘Light’]
These Gods are said to survive on ‘Sacrifices’-‘Yajnas’!  So the ancient royal personages performed many ‘Sacrifices’ and offered the ‘results or fruits of the Yajnas’ to these Gods and pleased them. The Gods in turn bestowed on them boons and whatever other favors the mortal souls desired in return.  


The Trinities which rule the three worlds of mortals and immortals and nether worlds, survive on their own powers and excel other Gods by their superior Knowledge and uniqueness. Their spouses – the embodied ‘power-forms’ - empower their spouses with the unique powers so they can retain their supremacy. The ‘God world’ exists in another dimension, where we can not enter with our space-ships but maybe with different physical attires, which of course is permissible only by the whims and fancies of Gods.
They alone have the power to take any mortal to their worlds.  We already know of the story of King Trishanku, who tried to enter the heavens with his mortal attire and was thrown out by Gods. And Sage Visvaamitra the compassionate Sage created a new ‘upside down heaven’ for the King who had acquired a ‘Chaandaala [low-caste]’ body by a curse!

The Sages with the ‘power of penance’ are in a level higher than the Gods because of their acquisition of ‘Higher Knowledge’ and ‘Higher Powers’ through rigorous penance.
Since we can’t perform such rigorous penance in these ages of weak physical structures, the only way left for us is to please these Gods with hymns and get what we want. Whether we like it or not the Gods are our rulers.

Whether the Gods can know in an instant all that happens everywhere in our world, may be a question for doubt. Actually they need not bother much about any mortal being in this Universe. As the mortals are action-bound, their very actions decide their fate and a God may just ignore this world and its inhabitants. May be by telepathically invoking them, our thoughts may disturb their minds and they may help us. Maybe if we love them like our fathers and mothers they may respond to us with compassion. But surely by just holding on to the stone statues and performing meaningless rituals and self-tortures, there is no chance of catching their attention. If mortals just eke out ‘animal like existences’ without even an iota of ‘Knowledge’, these Gods may ignore their existence as we ignore the happenings of an ‘ant-world’ in the ant-hill!


Do Gods really exist? If I and you can exist, why can’t they exist too!
In these days, when Science is capable of seeing beyond space and time, we cannot expect a God-world to float in the clouds above our heads. However Science discoveries admit the existence of higher dimensions which we have no means of accessing with our present technology. Our God-world might be one such existing in another dimension.  Maybe these so-called Gods already have mastered the ‘Truths of Science’ of which we have started to get a glimpse only for the past 200 years in the ‘million year evolutionary existence’!  If Gods are indeed great Scientists and Devaloka and Martayaloka etc are all just their ‘virtual game-worlds’, we do not have the means of finding out. We are part of their game! We are the virtual characters of their video game! We have a chance of escaping from our mortal existence only by pleasing these Gods or acquiring Knowledge equal to them or more than them. Knowledge is a treasure that is not unattainable to any level of existence.
What is the God-world like?
In the god-world there is no religion, no cult, and no election-madness. Each God is created with an embodied power to perform a particular function. Shiva can never become a Vishnu, and Brahma cannot become an Indra and so on. Each God is a different individual.  As in this world, I cannot become ‘you’; ‘you’ cannot become anyone else,
Gods also as different individual beings cannot interchange personalities.
In this world, you can call Hari and Hara as a single Godhead and make a statue of Harihara with two faces and put a break to the senseless cult fights committed here in the names of these Gods.
However in the real world of theirs they are separate individuals!
And we also cannot call ourselves Shiva and Krishna and dress up like them and parade as Gods. Which God is so stupid and mindless to covet this dirty stinking human attire and live here? What value does our puny diamonds and gold mean to these Gods who can create them at will?  If we study the original ‘Puranas’, we will know that the Gods usually enter the Earth-existence as a punishment for some wrong act of theirs or come here to perform penance. As per the ‘Time-scale’ in both the worlds, our time is of a very short duration compared to their time. They can perform penance here for thousands of years and return to Devaloka in a fraction of a second of their world time-scale.
Even if a compassionate God like Naaraayana or Kumara want to enter this existence to enlighten us with Knowledge, they will act only as remote controllers of the brain here. They may fully experience the Earth life from birth to death or partially connect to a mortal brain or telepathically guide their devotees from their abodes. But they may not budge out of their comfortable seats even for a second! You can call their descent down to the Earth as descent to a brain here. The Gods who descend down here usually attain self-realization by the time they cross their childhood and live on Earth without identifying with the mortal structures like we do. Even if they realize their own true identities of Godhood, they never reveal the secret of their original identities to any one. They live like us, suffer like us and in the end leave us with the hope that we can rise higher in life whatever our life-circumstances are! They enact an ideal drama of mortal existence for our sake to inspire us. A descended God does not exhibit cheap magic tricks, nor does he aspire for the fame and wealth of this world. Mostly he will live like a recluse unattached to any person or object of this world. He will never in the least bother about any sensuous pleasures of this world.
Think! With countless ‘apsaras’ waiting to serve at the command of a simple glance, and a unique ‘bliss giving spouse’ waiting for him to wake up within a few seconds of his divine dream, why would he waste his time in this ‘mortal manifestation’ for acquiring cheap pleasures and wealth when he knows the illusory nature of objects here? He will only try his best to enlighten as many humans as possible in very few years of his Earth life and return home quickly after the duty is over. He never proclaims that ‘he is a God’ and collect crowds to worship him! Why should He care for the acclaims of the mortal world, like a human desiring the applause of chimpanzees!
An educated  man who  may enter  the colonies of tribal people to teach them some lessons on civilization does not proclaim to them that ‘he is  God’  and  try to accumulate their type of wealth which may be just some worthless animal bones or weird shaped stones!  As long as one is after name and fame and wealth here, he indeed a worst mortal even if he can do enough magic tricks and advertises them as miracles and gets worshipped as a God.  Actually Science has more magic in its lab than we can ever imagine. But these sincere truth seekers accused as the villains of religion do not proclaim themselves to be Gods. They already are on to the vague truth that this world might be a virtual world created by some super-scientists. Maybe these scientists on Earth may one day find a way to cross over to higher dimensions and meet our Gods and have an intelligent discussion with them as to how this world was created!  Maybe they will join hands with Gods to create better worlds! But as of now, we still are groping in darkness. Our creators are very elusive!
The only records we have now of ‘God world events’ are from the words of Sage Vyaasa! Whatever he narrated to his disciples was in a verbal form. Those narratives
have changed hands many a times and have reached us in a highly deteriorated form. Many portions have been deleted, many new things have been added, and we do not actually have perfect records of the true events of Devaloka.
What compilation is given here in this book is from a research conducted by browsing through many ancient dilapidated buried old records here and there.
The visions of these God worlds were at first given to Sage Vyaasa by ‘Baala-Shiva’ or a ‘Child-Shiva’! This child was actually an unknown character mentioned in a very minute corner of Shiva Purana.

When Shiva was performing penance in the terrible mountain forests after the disappearance of ‘His spouse Daakshayini’, he once suffered acute pain of passion and sweat drops formed on his forehead. As the drops fell on the ground a child came into existence.  Shiva walked away disgusted by the screams of the unwanted child.  The ‘Earth Mother’ –‘Bhooma Devi’ appeared there and with Shiva’s permission fed milk to the child and took care of him. He was named ‘Bhouma’ being the adopted son of ‘Bhooma Devi’! He became an ardent adorer of his Creator and wandered in those forests attired as Shiva himself. By serving Shiva in those forests, he pleased Shiva and Shiva blessed him with the ‘Highest Knowledge’ even unattainable to any Great Gods like Naaraayana or Brahma! He came to know all that his father knew. He even had the vision of all the events of Devaloka. This ‘vision of God-world-events’, by the command of Shiva, he transferred to Sage Vyaasa.  Later Bhouma performed penance under the guidance of his Father and attained higher worlds!
The printed texts of Puranas are only half the story of what happened in Devaloka! Like our lives go on event after event, their life also continues with diverse events in their eternal life. Like Earth life is our world, Devaloka is their world. The emotions and sufferings and joys are as true for them as for us. They are also duty bound like us.
They also have dreams, desires and aspirations. They also are moved by emotions like us. The only difference is that their world is more sophisticated, more glamorous, more controlled than ours. They do not have surviving problems. They are not beset by hunger or disease. Their bodies are not made of lever, heart and kidneys. They need not worry about diabetes and cancer. They have eternal time and eternal pleasures at hand. Their sexual pleasures are no away equal to ours. As we cannot compare ‘human-mating’ to ‘animal-sex’, we the mortal ones cannot fathom the sex-pleasures of the immortals. The female bodies of God-world are made not of cells and blood but with blissful atoms. The females there are created for enjoyments only. The higher the status of God - he gets the higher type of bliss-spouse and his bliss rate is higher! Actually there are not strict ethical rules there for men and women. In God-world - ‘Maituna’- or ‘Coupling’ is done for pleasure and not for reproduction. There is no gene transformation. The Creation of a new being is possible only by the power inherent in any God. Not all are capable of creating new beings. Brahma can create lower beings like us; that too he manages only to give embodiment to the already existing Vaasanaas. Shiva can create any type of being out of anything. Naaraayana does not bother to create anything; but he is supposed to have created the divine damsel Urvashi from the thigh-portion of his. Kubera can create any ordinary divine damsel for the denizens of heaven and has accumulated a lot of wealth from his talent of creating apsaras made as per specifications. Rishis have the power to fill their spouses with unique bliss qualities and keep them as their own treasured properties. Lower Gods who do not have creative powers try to get access to these spouses of Sages and become victims of the wrath of the Sages. Except the Trinities - Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva - all other Gods are just various posts for functioning in Devaloka. Any mortal from any world can get these posts by the command of a Trinity or by performing the appropriate penance. That is why you find Indra and other Gods fearing the mortals who perform penance.
Apsaras, the ordinary female inhabitants of the heaven are usually unsurpassed in beauty and they excel in all forms of arts like dance or music. They usually are in the service of higher Gods and cater to their needs. They never can attain the status of devoted wives; unless they follow the example of Menakaa who performed enough penance to become the loyal wife of Sage Visvaamitra and was later raised to the status of a Sage-wife! The reason that they easily fall in love with royal personages of this mortal world is because of the love and affection of a loyal husband they get here in this world unlike Devaloka where they are used just as enjoyment props! Though they cannot experience the same exotic pleasure as they get in Devaloka, they revel in the pleasure of the honest love experienced here by mortals.
Devaloka events are important to us, of course not for any merit or miraculous benefit we may gain thereof, but because the mortal world of ours reflects the emotions and events of Devaloka like a mirror. The happenings in Devaloka affect our lives like a shadow cast upon us. If Goddess Sarasvati is in a subdued position there, our Knowledge acquirement suffers here. If the mother sentiment of Uma Devi is on the ascent there, here the same emotion reigns. If fights and wars become the regular events in Devaloka, we will do the same here too. Since their five minutes almost equal to many hundred years of this Earth time, our events continue for generations to balance their one event. If love-failures occur there, we get the same results in our life stories for quite a long time. In that way, the Devaloka events are important to us. If Gods smile, there is a hope that we will smile too!
This work is an offering at the feet of Tripura Devi, the Highest Principle above all Gods and humans. Except for borrowing the simple words of the English language as a tool to express the events of Deva Loka, there is nothing written here out of sheer imagination and there is no attempt to infiltrate any personal opinion or idea.
The events depicted here are based on Sage Vyaasa’s works and are factual to the utmost. It is an honest attempt to build a bridge to link up the Earth to the heavens. Hither to unknown episodes of Puranas have been painstakingly obtained from the bowels of
Himalayas and are in no way works of imagination. Many years have been spent in giving a chronological arrangement to all the scattered versions of the God world events.
The events of Devaloka are as true as our world life-stories. If our life stories are just Creations of our own minds, then of course the God World events are also Creations of their own minds. Both worlds are illusory from the level of Para Brahman; but yet true!
As Adi Shanka
ra explains in his works -the events of the world are true in the ‘Vyavahaarika’ sense! What we perceive is our world. We have to live accordingly as long as we are bound by forms and names.
An absorption into the God-story is said to be one particular method of contemplation on a personal God.
It is sincerely hoped that the rendering of the divine incidents mentioned here lead the readers to a higher state of existence and make them the receptacles of the blessings of the Trinities – Brahma Vishnu and Maheshwara and their beloved spouses!

OM OM OM SALUTATIONS!

I (1) Shambhu Maayaa






NAARADA
Brahma is the Creator. His son was Naarada.
Once, Naarada wanted to perform penance. He contemplated on the Self, settling himself in a cave in the deep Himalayan region, on the bank of River Ganga.
Indra, the King of Gods felt worried about his position.  He decided to take action. He thought of KAAMADEVA, the God of Passion. He requested him to create disturbance in the mind of Sage Naarada.
KAAMA DEVA.
God of Passion.
He was also known as Madana, Maara, Manmatha, etc.
He was the most beautiful of all Gods.
He was addicted to wine and women.
No maiden could resist his charm.
He could create romantic worlds of extreme charm.
He could create disturbances in the minds of greatest Sages.
He could provoke the sense organs of anybody.
He could create passion and love in anybody.
He was proud of his own power.
Naarada was no challenge to him.
He reached the place of penance.
He entered the impregnable forest.
The terrifying forest changed into a garden of exotic beauty.
Flowers blossomed everywhere. Beautiful scents filled the quarters.
Bees hovered all around, kissing the tender lips of the smiling flowers.
Birds of different varieties provided a melodious orchestra.
Spring was in the air. Winds blew tenderly filling every mind with burning passion.
But, the Sage was undisturbed.
Kaama felt defeated. Then, he remembered.
That was the region, SHIVA had performed penance once.
He was burnt by the third eye of SHIVA.
He had become alive after his spouse ‘Rati’ prayed to SHIVA.
SHIVA had ordained that the forest would never be touched by Kaama’s power.
Madana returned to Indra, crestfallen.
SHAMBHU-MAAYA
SHIVA’s Maaya; his illusory power! Nobody can stand against his Maaya.
Naarada succumbed to it. He completed the penance and went to the Heavens.
Indra saluted him with reverence. Indra praised the Sage and complemented him about his dispassion.
Naarada was drunk in his own self-praise. He felt great. He had done what SHIVA had done.
He had conquered Kaama.
He was equal to SHIVA.
He felt like meeting his equal.
He went to SHIVA-LOKA.
He saluted SHIVA.
He narrated his tale of penance. He described in detail, his feat of conquering the Passion-God.
His eyes shone with pride. He looked at SHIVA, as if he were his equal.
SHIVA’s face lighted up with a charming smile.
Mischief gleamed in his lotus-like eyes.
He spoke with reverence.
“O wise One, You are indeed great. You have excelled me in dispassion. Please be kind, and don’t narrate this great tale of dispassion to anybody else. Especially to HARI! You are dear to him; whoever is a devotee of HARI is also dear to me. So better not repeat this to anybody else. Keep the greatness of character to yourself. Please act per my advice.”
SHIVA’s advice fell on deaf ears.
Naarada was deluded.
He went to his Father BRAHMA and narrated his tale of dispassion.
BRAHMA understood the vanity of his son. He also, advised him to keep the story to himself.
Naarada disregarded his advice.


He went to VISHNU-LOKA. He repeated the tale to VISHNU.
VISHNU meditated on SHIVA for a few moments.
He understood what SHIVA’s intention was. ‘Naarada needed a lesson.’
VISHNU praised Naarada for the greatness of his character.
Naarada gave a gracious smile and left after saluting VISHNU.
VISHNU smiled.
A beautiful city arose to meet Naarada on his journey.
A city occupying many hundred of miles in its measure; filled with wonders;
more beautiful than Indra’s city.
Pretty damsels and handsome men wandered about engaged in love-sports.
Poverty was unknown. Life was just enjoyments of various kinds.
This charming city was ruled by King SHEELA-NIDHI.
He had a pretty daughter of marriageable age.
When Naarada entered the city, the city was celebrating the Svayam-vara of the princess.
The Sage was taken to the palace by some renowned members of the city.
Naarada felt elated. He gloated in his mind about his own greatness.
He entered the palace as if he was SHIVA himself gracing the king.
He was duly worshipped by the king. The king introduced his daughter to him.
The young maiden saluted the Sage and stood in front of the Sage with bent head.
The king asked him about his daughter’s future.
Naarada raised his eye towards the princess.
After all, who was he! The great form of dispassion; equal to SHIVA!
A sight of a girl is not going to affect him. He had conquered Kaama, hadn’t he?!
He looked at the princess.
Million lightning stuck him at once.
His mind was lost to the world.
He couldn’t take his eyes away from her.
What a face! Like a full-moon just risen!
What shyness! Like the quarters at the evening time!
What a beauty! Those pot-like breasts heaved in excitement.
Naarada was burning in an unknown fire.
He wanted nothing in the world except, to have her in his possession as soon as possible.


What was her name?
SREEMATHI!
Yes! She was as beautiful as MAHALAKSHMI!
She deserved a husband as great as himself.
What was the king saying?
Oh, he was asking about the future of the girl.
Little did the king know that he was talking to his great son-in-law of the future.
Naarada came down to Earth from the lofty heights of his great being.
Naarada spoke:
“O King! You do not know the fortune of this pretty daughter of yours. Her husband is the Lord of all; a person equal to SHIVA himself in dispassion. He is a conqueror of KAAMA himself. Nobody equals him in greatness.” The king was overjoyed. Naarada took leave of him.
Naarada was worried.
‘How to possess that pretty damsel’?
SVAYAM -VARA!
Even if he attended the Svayam-vara, what chances are there for him?
With so many royal personages around, there was no hope of even getting a side-glance from her.
He has to get a handsome body; and, who is more handsome than VISHNU!
Divine damsels hovered around him, intoxicated by his charms!
Even AISHVARYA DEVI, the pretty young daughter of ISHVARA, was charmed by Him.
Better request NAARAAYANA to give him his form and oblige his great devotee.
Naarada went to VISHNU-LOKA.
Naarada met VISHNU in his private chambers.
He did not notice the little red form buried inside the coils of the giant snake.
He explained his problem to VISHNU.
After all VISHNU was a friend; a close friend.
‘Maybe once he was his beloved master, but now they both were equal.
NO, NO! He was another SHIVA now.
VISHNU was bound to oblige him’.
Naarada asked for the ‘form of VISHNU’.
VISHNU was most obliging.
After all, what were friends for!
If the friend is sick, shouldn’t he be cured at any cost!
Naarada’s   joy knew no bounds. He couldn’t believe it.
He had the face of HARI now; face of his dearest friend.
How handsome he looked now!
The girl will be surely his…; no doubt about it at all.
But, why had NAARAAYANA laughed aloud, after he gave ‘his form’ to him?
His friend was always like this.
Always laughing for no reason…!
And his silly niece too…; the little daughter of DURGA…
She had not stopped laughing till he had hurried off; her hair flying…; her ear rings fluttering..; her reddish hue turning redder..! She had held on to the neck of her uncle and laughed till tears filled her eyes.
[TAIJASAA - the essence of all goodness and beauty can only be represented as a never fading red rose].
Naarada never could know that the whole prank was her idea.
And, her uncle had done just what she had told.
Prank…? Played on Naarada? What happened actually?
When Naarada asked for the face of VISHNU, he had addressed VISHNU as HARI and that too, in a derogatory tone. AISHVARYA, who was messing around with ADI-SHESHA’s endless coils, heard Naarada’s speech. She was enraged. ‘How dare this fool address her dear uncle disrespectfully like this!’ she thought, and decided ‘This arrogant fool needed a lesson; a lesson he won’t forget soon..!’
NAARAAYANA had obliged her secret request and Naarada had VISHNU’S face.
To him, it appeared as NAARAAYANA’S face. But to others he was ‘monkey faced’.
SHIVA’s daughter had played her trick on him. After all, HARI means a monkey also! Does it not?
So Naarada had got what he wanted…a ‘Hari’s face’.
And LAKSHMI was not there to control the little imp! She was getting ready for the SVAYAM-VARA at the palace of SHEELA-NIDHI, in the guise of his daughter SREEMATI.
Naarada hurried out of VAIKUNTA; He shouldn’t be late for the SVAYAM-VARA.
AISHVARYA’S laughter still echoed in all the quarters.
NARAAYANA was looking with love-lorn eyes at the beautiful girl.
TAIJASAA was now a budding beauty; her fresh youthful charms excited any on-looker to extreme heights of passion. Unaware of her own feminine charms, the little girl still played all over the heavens like a five year old child.  NAARAAYANA had to try hard to control his own passion and treat her like a child.
Moreover the red beauty was extremely attached to her mother and it was hard to lure her away from the shadow of the maternal care which guarded the innocent girl from all wicked eyes. No one, not even Naaraayana dared the angry glance of the Supreme Queen of the heavens.
Even now, as the little girl sat on his lap laughing uncontrollably, NAARAAYANA felt like tightening his embrace around the youthful body and shower kisses all over her and absorb all her redness into his person! But, she was not aware of his plight at all! She was just a child; love or lust had no place in her world! Her laughter reddened the white waves splashing all around the snaky seat.


The SVAYAMVARA- HALL was overflowing with the gems of the Kshatriya clan.
Brave, handsome men awaited their chance to get the glimpse of that pretty damsel SREEMATI.
Wasn’t she a beauty ….?  As beautiful as MAHALAKSHMI!
Or, was she MAHALAKSHMI herself?
Naarada entered the hall!
He never understood why all the people he met on the way smiled!
‘Maybe they were enamored by his handsome person!
A second NAARAYANA in the Universe!
As handsome as VISHNU and, as dispassionate as SHIVA!
He should be now known as SHIVA-NAARAAYANA!
He was now a person to be worshipped by one and all as the GREATEST!’
He looked all around.
In the Heavens, VISHNU was pleading with the little girl to save his devotee’s honor.
He produced many a toy from the deep depths of his Milk-Ocean and promised her a trip to GANDHARVA-LOKA, the magical world. She, at last agreed reluctantly.
Naarada changed into his original form, in the SVAYAMVARA-HALL!
All others saw him as the Sage only; except Divinities and Rishis.
But, he thought he looked like VISHNU.
Naarada was waiting.
Two Brahmins approached him; two subordinates of the RUDRA clan.
They started passing uncouth remarks at the Sage.
They laughed at his monkey face; made vulgar remarks; laughed aloud, commenting on his person.
Naarada was sweating. His face was red with embarrassment.
He did not understand why they addressed him as a monkey. He was confused!
SREEMATI entered the hall.
She was a devotee of NAARAAYANA.
She adored His form in her heart.
She had accepted Him as her LORD in her mind.
Nobody knew her infatuation for VISHNU.
How could she aspire for the company of the Greatest God?
She sighed in frustration.
She was disgusted with the whole thing.
A ‘SVAYAMVARA’ indeed!
She looked at the princes assembled there.
She was led by her maid towards the assemblage.
The golden garland in her hand trembled.
Where was her beloved LORD?
What foolishness? Why would He come here?
Tears filled her large eyes.
Suddenly she saw some bluish form passing by through her tear screen.
She for a moment thought that her LORD was there.
No, that was some creature from some other world, with the body of her LORD and the face of a monkey.
‘Oof!’- She walked away in disgust. ‘What to do?’ – She was wondering.
She passed all the kings without even glancing at them.
Their faces darkened as she passed them.
Thy bent their heads, with all their dreams shattered.
They were now eager to know, which lucky man would get her!
SREEMATI’S eyes lit up suddenly.
‘Who was that handsome young man standing at the fag end of the hall?
Her own NAARAAYANA! He had heard her heart’s call! Her love was true!’
She hurried towards that lovely Prince.
As she garlanded his blue-hued neck, He embraced her with extreme love.
She disappeared into His ‘HEART’. He disappeared from the world.
The crowd never saw the Prince.
They saw SREEMATI disappearing; confusion was everywhere!
King SHEELANIDHI closed his eyes in panic.
He saw his daughter seated in the company of LORD NAARAAYANA.
Tears of bliss flowed from his eyes.
Naarada was returning home. He was frustrated.
His body was burning in passion.
His unfulfilled desire was turning into rage.
‘Desire- insatiate’ changes into anger, leading to delusion and destruction.
He searched for an outlet.
The two Brahmins were still following him, commenting about his character.
They were displaying a mirror and held it in front of him.
He saw a monkey-face glaring at him from the mirror.
He felt cheated. His face reddened with anger.
The two Brahmins were still standing there laughing aloud.
His voice rose in a curse. “May thou both become demons.”
They did not seem to care.
The two RUDRAS returned to their abode at SHIVALOKA.
VAIKUNTA, the abode of Lord VISHNU.
VISHNU was lying on his serpent bed.
LAKSHMI was not there. She never gave Him company nowadays. His niece was also not there.  Maybe she will be looting Indra’s garden with her gang.  She had been commenting that, Indra had made some derogatory remarks about her baby-sitter, LORD BHAIRAVA. Now Indra had it! With his garden in ruins, he would come to him to complain. This had become a routine! DEVALOKA could not stand the naughtiness of this little imp! She was becoming a menace. He must talk to his sister about her. It would give him a chance to meet the girl of his hearts and fill her beautiful form in his eyes. Now – here was Naarada….’
VISHNU looked at the enraged Sage and flashed an innocent smile at him.
Words flowed from Naarada’s mouth like a hot stream.
VISHNU listened patiently.
“You HARI,  ..How dare you do this to me?
You wicked fellow…! Cheat..! Deluder..!
You can’t stand something good happening to others. Isn’t it so?
No wonder, a deadly poison came out of your penance, when you people desired
the nectar which was actually ‘the Knowledge of the bliss  from women’.
If SHIVA had not taken the poison and swallowed it, the whole world would have been destroyed.
And, you cheated all the demons; fed them wine instead of nectar.
As MOHINI, you enjoyed the company of all Gods.
And, you went behind all the divine beauties that appeared there.
You are the most fallen God ever, if I know!
Nobody dares to control your wicked exploits.
But, still ‘I’ am there! I will punish you! You will suffer the consequences of your own actions!
Here is my curse….! Fie on you..!
Live on the Earth as a man. May monkeys become your friends.
May you be separated from your spouse. May you experience the pangs of separation.”
VISHNU accepted his curse calmly.
‘As SHIVA wills’ – he thought; ‘SHIVA knows best’.
A life on Earth may divert him from the endless problems he had to face daily in the Heavens.
Was he not experiencing separation from his wife even now!
LAKSHMI had not much regards for his romantic nature.
She was always serious and seemed to be absorbed in higher thoughts.
He liked to sing, dance and play around! That is why he liked his niece. What a fun-loving girl she was! Time flew when she was there. She was next to SHIVA in dancing. Singing – she never could master. For, she could never be stationed at one place for more than a fraction of a second! What harm? Her voice was so soft, that her very laughter was like a song.
His thoughts suddenly stopped with a jolt.
Some soft tender form fell on his back. Two red creepers entwined his neck.
Little red mouth was whispering.
“Indra……his friends.  ….they are chasing”
Her little breasts heaved fast increasing his infatuation.
Her fruit-like lips were trembling. ‘Oh….when his mouth would taste them!’
No time to lose! He heard some angry voices.
Naarada was gone.
He lifted the little girl in his strong hands and embracing her like a treasure, vanished along with her.
ADI-SHESHA looked at the disappearing forms.
He sighed! His heart ached!
He was not only the Serpent-Brother of VISHNU, but also the Second RUDRA.
He was a Giant and guarded the heavens with his terrifying form.
For long he had been absorbed in penance.
Women never disturbed him.
But now, this little TAIJASAA, the lovely daughter of UMA was piercing his stone-like heart with her innocent looks. He had been always her personal guardian and looked after her as ordered by the Queen. But recently he knew something was changing within him. The little baby whom he caressed and cuddled all these days with affection was causing untold sufferings to him nowadays with her youthful beauty. Her every playful touch sent innumerable shocks all over his giant form. He felt like embracing her lovely form in his countless coils and burying her within himself like a coveted gem.
‘AH LOVE! Why do you play games with Great Gods also? BHAIRAVA in love!
What more wonder can be there?’  
Bhairava sighed heavily!  
The waves around him turned into steam!

Naarada was burning in the fire of guilt.
After he returned from VISHNU-LOKA, he had gone off to a cave of his own and started contemplating on the SELF. He wanted to annihilate his passion in the fire of his penance. And his mind cleared; Delusion disappeared. He understood his foolishness and felt horrible.
Oh! What a fool he had been!  An idiot.  .an absolute idiot!
To think that he was equal to SHIVA and NAARAAYANA! How arrogantly had he behaved!
To think that he had conquered passion, and fall into the pits of damnation at the sight of a girl!
And, he had boasted in front of SHIVA about his dispassion; in front of the GOD who had burnt KAAMA in an instant! What would Shiva have felt! Why did he not burn him also! Too compassionate he was!
And, NAARAAYANA; his favorite God! He did not cut this fool’s neck for coveting LAKSHMI! He was also too kind.
Naarada wanted the Earth below him to crack and swallow him.
Tears of regret fell on his person, bathing him and purifying him of all his sinful actions.
Like a child running towards a father -
Like a calf running towards its mother -
Like a beloved rushing towards her lover-
Like a river speeding towards ocean –
Naarada rushed to NARAAYANA!
Vishnu’s ‘lotus -feet’ were bathed by the tears of his beloved devotee.
Choked sounds of apology were pouring out of the mouth of Naarada.
Vishnu’s strong arms lifted the crying form up.
Naarada was tightly embraced by his grandfather. Vishnu’s eyes became moist.
His broad chest was bathed by tears - his devotee’s, and his own too!
Yes! God cries in bliss when His wayward children turn towards Him.

There is no bliss like getting back a lost sheep!