Daakshaa’s mind was filled with so many emotions.
She still did not know much about her husband.
From childhood she had nourished a desire for marrying Shiva.
She had achieved it. She felt satisfied.
The Greatest God was now her husband!
Her sisters all would be jealous of her.
But, they had teased her saying that her husband was a vagabond; and he did not even own a house to keep her. She gave a side-glance to her husband, who was seated next to her.
He was ordering some Gods about something.
She did not bother; his business was ‘his’!
She watched him attending to his duties.
He was so handsome!
As his work was proceeding, his hands were pinching her waist, unknown to anybody else.
She squirmed.’ How naughty he was’!
She waited patiently.
Shyness, fear, bliss, wonder, anxiety; all sorts of emotions played in her mind.
She woke up from her stupor when he gently placed her on the bull.
The bull was very huge like a giant bed.
Though the bull looked hard boned to others, she felt as if it was the softest bed she ever could imagine.
He lolled next to her on its wide back.
Her face reddening she buried her face on his broad chest.
The bull rocked like a cradle as it slowly treaded towards its destination.
They were going somewhere! She did not ask- where to!
His gentle hands were caressing her hair.
She felt his lips gently brushing her neck.
Her long fish like eyes closed in some blissful drowsiness.
Suddenly she woke up.
She opened her eyes reluctantly.
The Bull was not there.
A beautiful unkempt garden was smiling all around her.
A gentle breeze was filling the quarters with an unearthly perfume.
Streams gurgled here and there.
He placed her gently on the ground.
His hands lightly dragged her to his side.
He held her tightly as if she was his precious treasure.
They walked in the garden paths.
His hands were never quite.
Her whole body was squirming when he caressed her all over.
She never knew when her cloth covering her breasts had fallen off.
His hands were constantly playing with her huge breasts.
Suddenly she was in his arms.
He had lifted her off the ground.
Before she knew her lower cloth also had disappeared and they had entered the cool waters of the stream.
Water sports!
His hands were all over her.
His lips were all over her.
He was whispering something.
His hot breath dried the water drops on her limbs like fire.
Her body was bathed by him.
Sandal paste of unearthly odor was applied to her limbs.
Her hair was dried and combed.
Her hand and feet were decorated by a beautiful red paste.
Her breasts were used as canvas, as his finger-nails applied some designs.
Flowers were plucked and various garlands were made by his deft hands.
She was dressed in flowers.
She was garlanded.
Her hair shone with beautiful flowers.
Sweetness prevailed everywhere.
She had only one sensation.
Bliss, Bliss, Bliss!
Only bliss was there when they were lying on the flower beds.
Flowers were raining profusely over them.
She could not feel anything else but the touch of his hands, lips and hot hot breath.
He was like a fire.
She never understood what was happening.
She was in the Supreme Bliss any soul could attain.
And Shiva’s love was Supreme!
His passion was Supreme!
His union was Supreme!
Bliss was Supreme!
Both of them were now one in passion, love and bliss.
There would be no separation at all.
Two souls as One!
Two consciousness waves as One!
Both of them enjoyed the same emotions!
Both of them thought the same thing!
Both of them experienced the same bliss!
And Bliss alone was there.
Twenty five divine years passed.
Shiva was surprised.
He never believed that he would be so much attached to this beautiful girl.
He felt a new sensation.
He felt himself going mad in love.
He couldn’t be without her even for a fraction of a second.
He couldn’t bear her separation even if she moved slightly away, just to lift her face and talk to him.
He desired her always.
He forgot all the divine worlds.
He forgot all the created worlds.
His only thought was now to have her union continuously.
He could never have enough of her.
He could never express his love enough.
He never was satisfied.
His love-sports continued endlessly.
No one dared to disturb his privacy.
Even the wind was afraid to intervene between the two lovers.
If Shiva was mad in love, what would be the love like!
Daakshaayini was drowned in this maddening love.
She had never expected such a reaction from Shiva.
He was like a slave to her.
‘But what about his place or home! Did he not have any duties to attend?’
She wondered.
As her mind became anxious, dark clouds filled the quarters.
A chilly wind passed through the forests.
She shivered even in her lover’s embrace.
She forcefully removed herself from his chain-like embrace.
She somehow managed to convey to him the need of a home.
‘Where was his house?’
Shiva burst out laughing.
‘Where was his home?’
He laughed again and again.
He was the Creator of the creators!
Where was his home?
He somehow controlled his amused laughter.
He described to her many many homes of his which were beyond her comprehension.
She did not want any of those heavenly abodes.
She was happy to be in Kailaasa Mountain which was said to be ‘his abode’.
He agreed. Soon they were back at home.
Home of Shiva!
The new bride entered with all the humility and devotion.
It was the abode of her husband!
She expected herself to be engaged in wifely duties like others.
No! There was nothing to be done, but engage oneself in various pleasures!
Shiva’s madness continued.
Shiva’s love knew no boundaries.
Shiva’s attachment increased.
There was nothing else in their world but ‘blissful unions’
Nobody else existed but Shiva and Shivaa!
Only two lovers!
And Bliss Supreme!
Bliss of Love!
Bliss of Passion!
Bliss of Union!
An inseparable union of Shiva and Shivaa!
The only thing that could distract Shiva from love sports was discussion on topics of Knowledge.
Daakshaayini lacked Knowledge.
She had to learn so many things, if she had to live as a wife to the Abode of Knowledge called Shiva.
She learnt to ask questions about unknown things; about Gods; about the Supreme State; about the Principle called Shiva; about ‘That Knowledge’ by knowing which one never becomes unhappy!
Shiva lifted his face which was buried in her huge pot-like breasts.
He pulled her to his lap.
His hands caressing her shapely back; his lips using the interval between words, to shower kisses on her lovely limbs; he answered all her questions.
Listen my darling wife!
This is a very secret Knowledge I am giving you!
O Parameshvari! Listen attentively.
THAT which is beyond everything, that Supreme One, that Supreme Brahman, is the POWER behind everything and I am its slave.
THAT is the ‘Mother Supreme’ which is capable of giving liberation and devotion.
Such devotion is possible only by My Grace.
THAT can be achieved only through extreme devotion.
Such devotion is gained by Knowledge.
Knowledge and devotion are not contradictory principles.
Devotion is of nine types.
According to the predominant emotion devotion is to be cultivated.
Have devotion towards the characters of Brahman or devotion towards the non-characteristic Brahman.
The first one is actually acclaimed as the best.
Devotion can be formal or informal.
Choose the one befitting your own state of mind.
Hear about THAT! Think about THAT! Serve IT! Be a slave in Love!
Worship IT! Salute IT! Make friendship with IT! Offer yourself to IT!
Any Form of God you choose and develop devotion towards It with the support of Knowledge.
Devotion develops dispassion and discrimination dawns.
A devotee is as dear to me as yourself.
There is no easier path than devotion in the spiritual path.
Since in Kali Yuga people are not capable of comprehending the Essence of Knowledge, devotion is he best-suited means for liberation.
I am completely owned by a devotee.
I am always ready to help him any difficulty.
His enemies will be destroyed ruthlessly by me.
My third eye which I use in anger is actually to protect my devotee.
Many of the past incidents in my life will show you how I have protected my devotees even breaking the commonly set rules.
What more to say!
I am a slave to my devotee.
A person with devotion owns me!
And Shivaa had many questions on topics unlimited!
Shiva taught her patiently.
His love for her, increased day by day.
His attachment to her was beyond words.
Once both the love-smitten lovers came to the forests of Dandaka in one of their wanderings.
There they saw Rama and Lakshmana.
Rama had been separated from his wife Sita.
He was in a very pitiable condition.
He was weeping.
He was running here and there searching for his beloved.
He was hugging the trees she had touched.
He was kissing the mud in the paths where she had walked.
He was asking all the animals and birds about her whereabouts.
He was rolling on the ground unable to control his pain.
His hair was unkempt.
His face was dusty.
His clothes were torn.
He was even jumping into the rivers in his madness.
Lakshmana had a hard time holding him back.
Rama was a mad person in love.
His madness had crossed its boundaries when he was separated from his beloved.
The acclaimed Prince of Ayodhya in this condition; who could believe that this was the same Rama
who majestically walked among the courts of the great kings!
The tear-filled eyes of Rama recognized the shining lustrous form of Shiva standing before him.
Shiva saluted Rama.
Shivaa was surprised.
She had thought till now that her husband was the Highest God!
And, here he was saluting the dark princely character who was accompanied by his fair-hued brother!
A master should not salute a servant; she thought!
Deluded, she questioned her husband as to their identity.
He informed her.
He told her that the dark-hued man was Vishnu descended on Earth as Rama.
She was not convinced so easily. Shiva told her to test Rama if she needed more proof.
Shivaa took the form of Sita and approached Rama.
Rama looked at her. He saluted her.
A charming laughter arose from him.
He asked her why was she in that form and where was her husband.
Shivaa was embarrassed.
She took her own form and related to him what had happened.
She asked him as to why he was saluted by Shiva himself.
Rama told her.
But in her curiosity Daakshaa had not taken time to get the permission of Shiva to stay and listen to the words of Rama.
Rama spoke:
Once Shiva called Vishva-karma the divine-builder and asked him to build a superb palace in his own cow-shelter. An unparalleled throne and a royal umbrella were also made. All the Sages and Gods were invited.
Dance and music prevailed. A grand celebration took place. Nobody had seen such a grand festival in the God-World, so far. Vedic hymns filled the air. Shiva invited Vishnu to his side, made him sit on the throne.
He offered him all the wealth that existed everywhere and appointed Vishnu as the Supreme Lord of Lords.
He was proclaimed as the Supreme God to be worshipped by one and all.
All the three powers were handed over to Vishnu by the compassionate Shiva.
He promised all the help in destroying the enemies and told Hari that from then onwards he would never be affected by Maaya and Maaya would be under his control.
He told the Divinities assembled there that henceforward Vishnu shall be worshiped by Brahma and Hari would guide and supervise all the actions of Brahma.
He also told that Hari would be worshipped in all the worlds in whatever form he descended down on Earth. This grand palace and the world surrounding it will be renowned as GO-LOKA and Hari would be the ruler of it.
Vishnu accepted all these boons showered on him by Shiva humbly.
He took the form of a cowherd, young and handsome and enjoyed having various love-sports with his own devote followers who took the form of cowherd girls and boys.
Gopas and Gopis were always there for the entertainment of Hari who himself took the form of an ordinary youth and played with them.
After explaining all this, Rama told Daakshaa that now he had taken an avatar and was in the four forms
of Rama, Lakshmana, Bharata and Shatrughna. At present he had lost his wife Sita and was searching for her. He saluted Shivaa and said that because of her vision, he would soon be blessed with the union of his wife. He knew that by her blessing he would be able to destroy the demons also. Leaving Daakshaa to her own thoughts he moved away.
Daakshaa was regretting her own action. She had not trusted the words of her husband and had tested Rama and also stayed there without Shiva’s permission.
She did not know the condition put forth by Shiva before marriage. But she knew she had not acted the right way. She came back to the waiting husband. He asked her if she found out the truth of his words.
Daakshaa did not speak. She bent her head and stood silently.
But, a storm was running in her mind.
What would be the reaction of this Great God who was insulted?
A shiver ran through her limbs.
Tear drops were ready to kiss her lovely cheeks.
Shiva held on to his vow.
He immediately renounced in his mind his beloved and without a single thought about her, left.
What a dispassion! How could he do it?
How could he ever think of living without his beloved?
Wasn’t he madly in love with Daakshaa?
Didn’t he suffer immensely if Daakshaa moved away from him even for a fraction of a second?
Now unbothered he was moving away.
The sky had thrown the moon away.
The tree had thrown the creeper away.
How could he do it?
Was it why he was the Greatest God of Gods?
O Mahaadeva!
Who can equal you in dispassion!
How easily you burn of the uncontrollable passion at will!
O Lord of Lords!
Salutations!
May your compassionate glance fill our hearts with dispassion!
Salutations!
O Shiva! O Shambhu! O Shankara!
May our hearts always dwell on your lotus-feet!
The skies echoed proclaiming his greatness.
Flowers showered over the form of dispassion.
Shivaa also heard the echo from the skies.
Her mind told her that her husband had changed.
She felt the ground trembling beneath her.
Tears gushed forth. An unknown faintness captured her.
Shiva’s strong arms caught the falling form.
He revived her. He consoled her with many kind words.
He told her about his vow.
He diverted her mind with diverse topics.
They both returned home.
But that word had lost its meaning now!
Two souls which were one in thought and action had separated.
Shiva sat off in contemplation.
Shivaa collapsed on her bed with a broken heart.
No one else knew of this tragedy.
Time passed slowly in that timeless place!
Shiva woke up from his meditation.
Daakshaa came running to him.
He embraced her. He showered kisses on her. He consoled her.
She soon forgot her sorrow as if nothing had happened to her.
But Shiva did not swerve from his vow.
His mind was now without a reflection of Shivaa.
How did he do it? Why did it happen?
Could Gods also get into problems?
Who can answer these questions!
Shiva and Shivaa are inseparable!
One in union!
One in consciousness!
One as Two!
How can there be separation for these lovers?
Who can comprehend the great games played by the Lord?
Separation was there for the inseparable by the Will of the Supreme!
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