Suswagatam prithviloka mam putra! Welcome to earth, my son!”
Shiva remembered that Brahma had spoken those words, at the time of His appearance as a little baby on earth.
He had a tremendous ability to remember most things from the past
His mind raced back to the time
when Brahma first lovingly called Him, “Rudra, my son.”
No one knew of Shiva's origin, but out of all the Origin stories, Shiva Himself felt more comforted in the ones that listed Brahma as His father.
In one story , Brahma gave Shiva His first name.
That was His prerogative as Father: to name the son.
Brahma had stood up on one leg and prayed to Shiva for a thousand years. When Shiva appeared and asked him to choose a boon, Brahma asked that Shiva should become his son. And the moment He asked Shiva for a boon that He should be born as Brahma’s son; He had named the Son!
Once Shiva had been the formless, nameless, unseen one, but Brahma saw to it that all that changed.
And when it happened, this birth was indeed the miracle of a cosmic timeline.
Now, holding a rueful baby in His paternal clasp, listening to His cries and wails, trying His best to calm Him down, Brahma let out a proud laughter, saying aloud “Rudra.”
“You are Rudra, the wailer, my tiny son. Welcome to the world of manifest beings.”
No one knew of Shiva's origin, but out of all the Origin stories, Shiva Himself felt more comforted in the ones that listed Brahma as His father.
In one story , Brahma gave Shiva His first name.
That was His prerogative as Father: to name the son.
Brahma had stood up on one leg and prayed to Shiva for a thousand years. When Shiva appeared and asked him to choose a boon, Brahma asked that Shiva should become his son. And the moment He asked Shiva for a boon that He should be born as Brahma’s son; He had named the Son!
Once Shiva had been the formless, nameless, unseen one, but Brahma saw to it that all that changed.
And when it happened, this birth was indeed the miracle of a cosmic timeline.
Now, holding a rueful baby in His paternal clasp, listening to His cries and wails, trying His best to calm Him down, Brahma let out a proud laughter, saying aloud “Rudra.”
“You are Rudra, the wailer, my tiny son. Welcome to the world of manifest beings.”
One of the first sounds He heard, was of admiration.There were thousands who had come to receive Shiva as a little baby. “Oh! What a nice body He has!” Someone was saying to Brahma. From the corner of His eye, He saw Brahma beam with pride. “ Mam putra! Mam putra! He is my son! MY son!”
The receivers could well have
been revellers. They were shouting and kissing Him, cuddling Him, tossing Him amongst
themselves, from one to another. The patting and shouting and excitement increased, only to be
supplemented by some smothering kisses on His cheeks by ladies who in turn
said, “I am His Aunty.”
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati
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