The moment of decision
As He climbed the first mountain, He turned around to see in the distance, the city of Daksha. The city of Daksha, which, at one time used to get Him all excited by mere sight, just because of knowing Kankhal as Sati’s address.
But on today’s sighting, extreme fury overcame Shiva;
a volcanic anger arose, with the thought: why should He not destroy this whole world?
This wicked, conniving, ungrateful, selfish, indifferent, insensitive world did not deserve to live. If He could not have Sati, His beloved, why spare the rest of the ungrateful wretches?
All of a sudden He realised He could do without them all.
A moment ago, He had been the ‘all merciful, all loving God’, ever bestowing boons and favours, joys and happiness on all, and in the next moment He wanted to finish them all, without exception.
The cause was in His arms. She, Sati was the cause, Hetu, of the universe.
With Her gone, there was no cause left for it, He reasoned, with a temper that was ascending like mercury. Like Daksha’s life had no importance in His own after Sati, Shiva realised that life itself had no meaning anymore.
It was a simple revelation of Death. Sati gave up Her own life because of Her own father Daksha, dishonouring Her beloved husband.
He, the great God Shiva, could not bring Her back to life, after She chose to self-destruct, but what He could do, was to destroy the entire Universe.He saw the smouldering Havan smoke even from the distance and knew at that moment, that His own internal smouldering would be forever.
As He climbed the first mountain, He turned around to see in the distance, the city of Daksha. The city of Daksha, which, at one time used to get Him all excited by mere sight, just because of knowing Kankhal as Sati’s address.
But on today’s sighting, extreme fury overcame Shiva;
a volcanic anger arose, with the thought: why should He not destroy this whole world?
This wicked, conniving, ungrateful, selfish, indifferent, insensitive world did not deserve to live. If He could not have Sati, His beloved, why spare the rest of the ungrateful wretches?
All of a sudden He realised He could do without them all.
A moment ago, He had been the ‘all merciful, all loving God’, ever bestowing boons and favours, joys and happiness on all, and in the next moment He wanted to finish them all, without exception.
The cause was in His arms. She, Sati was the cause, Hetu, of the universe.
With Her gone, there was no cause left for it, He reasoned, with a temper that was ascending like mercury. Like Daksha’s life had no importance in His own after Sati, Shiva realised that life itself had no meaning anymore.
It was a simple revelation of Death. Sati gave up Her own life because of Her own father Daksha, dishonouring Her beloved husband.
He, the great God Shiva, could not bring Her back to life, after She chose to self-destruct, but what He could do, was to destroy the entire Universe.He saw the smouldering Havan smoke even from the distance and knew at that moment, that His own internal smouldering would be forever.
That was the moment of decision. When Shiva stood atop His hill with
Sati in His arms, wondering if anyone deserved to live when She was dead. Time
stood still.
The world shivered. Devas shivered, Brahma shivered, Vishnu shivered. Shivering in Shiva’s wrath had become
the new extension of the presence of Shiva.
Something they had not seen before, but a vague and very uncomfortable feeling told them that the end of the Universe was near.
“Pralaya,” spoke Indra. “Pralaya,” chorused the Devas. They feared their own death which seemed inevitable.
“O Mahadeva, save us from Pralaya, save us from your own wrath!”
But the ganas spoke a different language. “Dissolute it all, O Mahadeva,” bellowed Nandi.“We don’t wish to live without our Mother.”
Always teams, always, different prayers for different reasons, always, a duality, Shiva noted even in His grim cognition.
A million thoughts went through His mind, a million scenes; landscapes, memories, histories of the entire universe, how just for the sake of love, He had created it all, along with His beloved Shakti. How, right in the beginning, He had told Her that He did not need any Universe, that She was His Universe, and they could spend an eternity like this. “Unnata—NO,” He had said.
And how She had sweetly told Him of Unmesa—the springing forth, the manifestation of children, and how their love would multiply.
“Imagine so many children born of your love, imagine being the father of them all,” She had said. The memory of Sati’s beseeching touched His heart like an arrow that found its mark at the dot center.
Something they had not seen before, but a vague and very uncomfortable feeling told them that the end of the Universe was near.
“Pralaya,” spoke Indra. “Pralaya,” chorused the Devas. They feared their own death which seemed inevitable.
“O Mahadeva, save us from Pralaya, save us from your own wrath!”
But the ganas spoke a different language. “Dissolute it all, O Mahadeva,” bellowed Nandi.“We don’t wish to live without our Mother.”
Always teams, always, different prayers for different reasons, always, a duality, Shiva noted even in His grim cognition.
A million thoughts went through His mind, a million scenes; landscapes, memories, histories of the entire universe, how just for the sake of love, He had created it all, along with His beloved Shakti. How, right in the beginning, He had told Her that He did not need any Universe, that She was His Universe, and they could spend an eternity like this. “Unnata—NO,” He had said.
And how She had sweetly told Him of Unmesa—the springing forth, the manifestation of children, and how their love would multiply.
“Imagine so many children born of your love, imagine being the father of them all,” She had said. The memory of Sati’s beseeching touched His heart like an arrow that found its mark at the dot center.
He took the decision, to spare them, in Her love. Even though they had amply shown their disregard for the
divine message and purpose of love itself, it would not be right to end them in
Her love; She, who had wanted love to multiply.
She, who had understood Him so well, who had painted His verses unto the canvas of the Universe. She, who had understood the only thing that God Himself desired: love.
And had created alongside Him, for Him to ‘simply love and to be loved’. And so it was, that in the moment of decision, love won over anger.
“Bhole Nath…” He heard Her sweet voice again and tears fell freely from His eyes. Love, over anger. Indeed.
And Shiva walked away.
There was a sigh of relief from the devas; their lives and kingdoms had been spared. But the ganas who truly loved God, not for their own motives, but for the love of God Himself, cried.
They realised, God, had turned His back.
~ From
SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
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She, who had understood Him so well, who had painted His verses unto the canvas of the Universe. She, who had understood the only thing that God Himself desired: love.
And had created alongside Him, for Him to ‘simply love and to be loved’. And so it was, that in the moment of decision, love won over anger.
“Bhole Nath…” He heard Her sweet voice again and tears fell freely from His eyes. Love, over anger. Indeed.
And Shiva walked away.
There was a sigh of relief from the devas; their lives and kingdoms had been spared. But the ganas who truly loved God, not for their own motives, but for the love of God Himself, cried.
They realised, God, had turned His back.
~ From
SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
Available on Amazon as an E book, downloadable on your laptops, ipads, iphones, androids or any other device. To order a copy click the link below:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017ECI6CU
and for INDIA exclusively:
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B017ECI6CU
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