[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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The fairy persuaded Parvati, but it was herself who finally made Parvati come out.

Her penance has been completed, she has received a response from Brahma, and this celestial being was sent by Narayan, so she has not received a response from Mahadeva.

But if Mahadeva is required to respond, is it all enough to practice penance?

Parvati doesn't think so.

She is not a simple believer.

She is also the other half of Mahadeva, and any believer will believe in her when he believes in Mahadeva, even if they are not combined.

So, she walked out of the cave.

And the celestial being stood outside the cave where she practiced penance.

"My virtuous lady, you have finally come out." The fairy walked up to her and brought her milk porridge, "Come and eat some, virtuous lady, your hard work has paid off, and your brilliance has shone across the earth." , now you take a short rest, and please worship me as your teacher, I will teach you the Vedas, and I will also explain the three gods to you."

Parvati looked at the sage, who grew up with the king and learned the etiquette of the princess, so at this moment, she stepped back and asked, "Sir, please tell me who you are and what do you do Based on which World Honored One you believe in, who is your father, and which virtuous goddess is your mother, only in this way can I become a teacher."

The immortal smiled, and the wrinkles on his face showed his kindness: "Praise Na Luo Yantian! Praise Na Luo Yantian!

"Daughter of the beautiful snow mountain king, I am Narada, I am a great immortal, I have lived in this world for a long time, I am based on faith, I believe in the great Vishnu, Brahma is my father, I It is his heart-born son, Goddess Saraswati is my mother, I admire her wisdom, this is my birth, O virtuous lady, I have declared my family to you."

After Narada finished speaking, he tapped the castanets again, and continued: "Slender girl, beautiful girl from the snow mountain, tell you my thoughts, tell you my thoughts, I want to tell you what I know All I teach you so that you can realize the higher realms of the world than Maya.

"I am so aware of the real power, but I also cannot escape Maya.

"O virtuous lady, you also live in Maya, because of Maya you were born here, because of Maya you will be united with Mahadeva, and likewise, in Maya you will attain Dzogchen.

"But everything requires your self-improvement. Therefore, you should worship me as your teacher."

After Narada finished speaking, he looked at her like this.

Parvati hurriedly walked up to him and bowed to him as a teacher: "Then I will of course agree that you are my teacher, Narada Immortal, please accept my teacher's ceremony."

Parvati recognized Narada as a teacher, and she followed him to study Vedas seriously, and also learned all the knowledge related to the three gods.She was originally the incarnation of the goddess Shakti. Wisdom and strength are her inherent attributes. In terms of learning, she also perfectly demonstrated it. No one is more suitable than her to learn these knowledge full of wisdom.

Her comprehension ability is also surprisingly high, she can immediately comprehend what Narada said.

So, they studied like this for three years. Three years is not a short time, but to the life of God, it is still but a drop in the ocean.

After Parvati felt the beauty of learning, she yearned for Mahadeva even more.

She knew that Mahadeva knew all kinds of knowledge, so she became more determined to learn from him.

"So, Goddess, do you know what to do?" Narada asked Parvati one day three years later.

Parvati nodded: "Yes, teacher, I know how to do it." She walked to the place where she has been busy these days, and pointed to him, "I want to build a Shiva Linga here, and put my Love, determination, and courage are poured into it. I will use all my strength to worship Mahadeva."

Narada nodded: "This is a good decision, Parvati, then you start."

Parvati began building a lingam out of the sand she had chosen.

Shiva Linga.

It is the origin of life and the foundation of creation that the great immortals call.

In the past, Parvati didn't understand the true meaning of it, but after learning it, she knew why it came about...No one, anything, or anything can live without reproduction, and the Linga of the Lord of Reproduction is the true meaning of reproduction. And reproduction is the essence of creation.

She understands this, but also Linga can't leave Yoni.

The air cannot be separated from the wind, Indra must be accompanied by the rain of Varuna, Kama and Loti are always together, Brahma cannot be separated from Saraswati... These are the representatives of this power, just as in the beginning, The union of heaven and earth is the same.

She understands this, she understands this, so she also needs to build Shiva Linga here.

Only by worshiping Shiva Linga can one be in harmony with Mahadeva.

She knelt down on the ground and scooped up the sand with her hands.

If her wish is pure, if her power is pure, if her belief is pure, then she can build a perfect Shiva Linga out of sand!

And her wish is so beautiful, but the reality is so cruel.

Narada stood aside, watching her pile up the lingam, and the lingam collapsed, and he couldn't help feeling a lot of pity in his heart.

Yet Parvati was not discouraged.

She just sighed, and stretched out her hand to pick up the sand.

"I know you don't want me to catch up with you, and I know you don't want the offerings I give you, but I can't back down, and I will never back down." She said, took water and poured it on the sand "I choose the sand that is the least moldable, I choose the hardest job, I choose the most painful path, because I firmly believe that I can succeed, and my confidence in myself is so strong that even you cannot destroy it. "

As she spoke, she began to pile up the Linga again.

Shiva Linga.

This is the power of Shiva, this is the essence of the beast master, this is the essence of Rudra, and this is the creative power of Mahadeva.

She is Parvati, she is Sati, she is Shakti, she is the Mother of Abundance, she is the Mother of Karma, she is the Mother of Difficulty, she is the Strength, she is the Blessing, she is the Daughter of Snow Mountain, she is The power to give birth to all things, she is the other side of Mahadeva, she is the half of the female World Honored One, she is the Yoni of Linga and Yoni, she insists that she is persistent and she is self-confidence.

She shaped the Shiva Linga again, and at the moment it was built, a force from nowhere destroyed it again.

"Goddess, isn't this..."

"Teacher, I will continue to do it." Parvati grabbed the sand again.

She never gives up.

Just when she grabbed a handful of sand and was about to pile it up, a traveler slowly came from a distance.

The traveler was dusty and tired. He walked up to Parvati, looked at her, and asked in a low voice, "My sister, please give me some water!"

Parvati looked up and saw the traveler.

He was tall, his face was dusty, his eyes shone with wisdom, and his fingertips flowed with compassion.

She smiled, turned around and picked up the pitcher: "Come and drink water, traveler from afar. I feel at ease when I see you. You are like a brother I haven't seen for a long time."

"But... I cannot drink your water like this, my sister." The traveler shook his head, "Unless you tie the holy thread around my wrist, I cannot drink the water you give me, fair lady, I cannot allow your reputation to be tarnished."

Parvati nodded, quickly picked up the holy thread, and tied it around the traveler's wrist.

The traveler's fingers were so slender, and his wrist showed light. She felt that this hand must have hugged her, but she couldn't remember when it happened.

After tying the holy thread, she took the pitcher and poured water for the very familiar traveler.

According to the method taught by Manu, the traveler drank the water in his hand three times, and wiped his lips with his thumb. In doing so, he wiped off all the dust on his lips, revealing the nectar flowing. lips.

Parvati smiled and turned to put the pitcher away.But the traveler drinking water saw the sand at her feet.

He wiped his mouth and asked, "Sister, it looks like you are doing Shiva Linga?"

Parvati nodded: "Yes, but... I can't do it well, every time it collapses..."

The traveler blinked and said with a smile, "Then let me help you."

"But..." Parvati wondered if he should accept help.

She does Shiva Linga for offering, but can she do Shiva Linga with someone else?

At this time, the traveler said: "Sister, I am your elder brother now, and it is every man's duty to help his sister. Any man must help his sister selflessly, whether it is when she serves her parents at home or When she married and had children in her husband's family, this was the established rule of the gods.

"Since I have become brother and sister with you, then sister, I should help you.

After he finished speaking, he looked at her.

And she is still hesitating: "But... I want to make Linga to worship... I... I want to worship Linga to dedicate my heart to my sweetheart, this..."

"Then you shouldn't refuse my help, my sister." The traveler smiled gently, "Isn't it a brother's responsibility to help my sister find love?"

Parvati had to agree with his words.

She nodded and agreed to his request for help, but she didn't notice the bright smiling Narada behind her.

Narada recognized at first glance that this traveler was the incarnation of Narayantian, but he didn't say anything, but put his hands together behind Parvati and saluted him from a distance.

With the help of Narayana in this whole matter, then the Shiva Linga will be established very quickly, and the offering of Parvati will immediately take on a new look.

Whether it was Narada or Narayanten, they all knew that the person who broke the Shiva Linga piled up by Parvati was none other than Mahadeva himself.

However, Maha Deva will not damage the Shiva Linga built by Maha Vishnu.

He really couldn't do that.

Because when he saw that Narayan was going to build the Shiva Linga himself with his divine eyes, he immediately stood up: "Who in this world can destroy the Linga you made, Narayan!"

Yes, no one can break it, so when Narayan put his hand on the sand, Mahadeva could only sigh.

He can't destroy this Linga.

It is so strong and huge, it is so tenacious and strong, it is so real and unreal... He can't break it, and he can't break it.

It came from the hands of Narayan, not an incarnation, not a possession, not a blessing, but made by himself.

The sand was solidified at his fingertips, they could not flow or run around, and quickly huddled into a ball, forming a lingam.

In Parvati's view, the traveler had finished the linga and was very satisfied.

He looked at this Linga and said with a smile: "Then you can start offering, my sister."