[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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Gayadu lived in the pure cultivation forest for three full months, and the child in her womb was born.

The child was born strong and strong, just as Moses had blessed him, he was healthy and lovely, with a dark complexion, rosy cheeks, big piercing eyes, not like the golden bed, with golden skin and long arms, but his The strength of his hands is astonishing, as soon as he was born, he broke the railing of the small bed his mother had prepared for him.

Gayadu was ecstatic about this.

She held the child and printed countless kisses on his forehead.

The saint should have come to name the child, but instead of coming, he looked at Mosini at the side.Mohini stood up, turned into a four-armed god in the dazzling brilliance, walked up to Gayadu, and took the healthy Asura baby from her arms.

He chanted congratulatory speeches in his mouth, and washed the child with water, ghee and honey from the struggle and reluctance brought from the womb. When he finally put auspicious moles on the baby with cinnabar, he said: " Pharaharata, from now on, this is your name. You were born a prince, you should be a king, don't be too impatient to be compatible with me, don't be too compassionate to shrink back, don't be too anxious to get sorrow, therefore, your name is Joy , you will have the bravest heir, and your grandson will become Indra in the next kalpa. Therefore, may you be happy, may you be born without worries, and may you not be harmed by evil, Bharaharada, you Be successful, and I will watch over your growth."

He promised countless benefits, put the child in the cradle, and the child immediately brightened up, he was given the blessing of the gods, he will become a king, he will be loved by all people, and his descendants will become kings. The glorious king of gods, his future road will be paved with flowers.

Gayadu instantly understood the incomparable wonder and profundity of the gods.

With clasped hands, she knelt at the feet of the radiant four-armed deity, and touched his lotus feet with her forehead.

"Queen, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Gayadu raised her hands high, she had never felt such ease and joy.

She praised loudly: "You are nothingness, you are all things, you exist and you do not exist, you are the first and the end of life, you are everywhere, and you are right in front of me! My Lord, I understand I understand everything!

"You told me that you are Mohini, you are also Varoha, you are still Matsya, you are Vishnu, the Lord of the universe, you can't use my superficial knowledge that can only be seen in the Maya illusion To ponder the supreme existence! My lord, I understand everything!"

She raised her head and looked directly at her Lord, "When a woman is tortured by pain, you incarnated as Moses Ni, you told me that a woman's body should not be treated mercilessly, you told me that women also have joy and happiness , Lord, my admiration for you stems from your saving the world, however, even if you are such a tiny speck of dust, you will show me the truth and rightness so carefully, how can I repay such favor, how can I How can I repay such a blessing in return for such care?"

She picked up Bharaharata and said to the child who could not understand the words: "My child, you are my joy, you will be the joy of the world, you will be the joy of all the world, please do it for you." The future is ready, please take your father's throne, please let him no longer be synonymous with terror and evil, my son Bharaharata, you must be the most devout believer of Lord Vishnu, even the Passover My piety."

She gently took Vishnu's lotus feet and pressed them on her son's forehead with her most tender strength.

Vishnu reached out and blessed the mother and child.

In this way the youngest Brahman was reborn in the family of the golden bed. He was going to be a great king, and Vishnu knew that this child would bring a better influence and future to the world.

When he turned back to Mohini, Mahadeva was standing at the door smiling.

"Go, let Dash's sons go back." Moses said, "They should do what they should do."

"They want to continue listening to the story," Mahadeva said. "Narayan, they need someone to replace them."

"Someone will replace them." Mohini replied, "Mahadeva, they will always wait. Things will not change in the future."

Things will not change in the future, so she looked at Mahadeva with sadness in her eyes.She grieves for Mahadeva.She never grieved for herself, neither Moses nor Narayan.However, Mohini would shed tears for the pain in this world, but Narayan seldom shed tears for it, because the pain caused by his tears was unbearable in the world—when he shed tears, he would Catch it with your hands and put it into the ocean of karma. After many years, that tear will wash away countless sins.

As for Mosini, when her tears fall, they will turn into pearls and precious stones. Those secular treasures that people like are the tears shed by the most beautiful people in the world.

Mohini didn't cry now, she was just sad, but she showed joy, walked to the square, stretched out her hand and drove out the thousand Brahmin sages.

Jayanthi smiled and bent over, and Maya also rolled in her arms laughing.

Lakshmi—now Gayadu knows that she is the goddess Lakshmi—she also ran to drive away the sages with Mohini, and the sages ran to catch the jasmine flowers brought by Mohini. He is young and cute, like a child playing with his mother.

There were so many jasmines, they were placed on the steps, and they could not be grasped.

When a thousand Brahmins held a handful of flowers, they stopped running and stood there respectfully, bowing to the two supreme gods and then to Lakshmi: "We are going back to perform our duties. Already, our most respected Lord of Truth and Lord of Illusion."

After speaking, they disappeared, as if they had never been there.

And the jasmine placed on the steps was really taken away by them this time.

The lullaby that Gayadu hummed to Pharaharata sounded at this moment, and her singing was melodious and melodious, blending with the momentary silence of this pure cultivation forest.

"Who is pure and at ease?

Who is merciful?

Who is sublime?

Who is supreme and harmless?

My child, listen to my arrangement in your dream, and I will let you remember the love of this god.

My child, listen to me telling you in your dreams, and I will let you learn the knowledge of Veda like an ocean.

Child, listen to me singing for you in your dreams, and I will bring you to your glorious future. "

Gayedu sang Vishnu's praises to Pharaharata. She sang for a long time, and she did not stop singing until the child had learned to walk.

The golden bed promised her to practice penance for ten years to pray for the child, but Pharaharata was only five years old, and he looked like other people in their teens. It doesn't sound scary, he speaks especially nicely, and he doesn't look like an Asura, which makes people feel bored.

His name is Mother Mohini, and he picks flowers and fruits for her every day; Carrying those heavy fabrics and jars; he called Sister Maya, and brought her her favorite toys every day and even played with her dolls.

However, when he finishes these, he will go back to his mother, Gayadu, and share the responsibility for her hard work. He will beat her back and rub her legs, and grind all the beans that need to be ground into rice fractions for her. Breaking wood, splitting firewood for her, lighting a bonfire for her... He is so filial to his mother, and such virtues are only a small part of him.

"Narayan, Napraharata's virtues are complete, and he will return to the country of the golden bed in four years. This is not a good thing." Mahadeva said to Mohini who was sitting on the stone bed and combing the peacock feathers.

"Don't worry about it, Mahadeva, the golden bed has been longing for this son very much." Mohini replied out of question.

"You know I don't mean that."

"However, my answer is the same, Mahadeva." Mohini took the peacock tail feather and put it in front of Mahadeva, "I will put this on Bharaharata's body. Jana, when he sees it, he will hesitate, and this hesitation can at least delay for a while."

"But what if this period of time has passed?" Mahadeva held her hand holding the peacock feather, "Narayan, you know this won't last long."

"So, I will kill the golden bed with my own hands." Mosini said, and he has changed back to the appearance of the four-armed god-that is his form of Luoyan, and it is still the most beautiful embodiment in the world, but his four He did not hold the conch of five births, the divine chakra of wonderful vision, the moonlight pestle, and the auspicious bud in his hand as usual. Those treasures surrounded him autonomously, just like a child attached to its mother.

In fact, these treasures can indeed be transformed into human bodies.

Just like Vasuji, a follower of Mahadeva, and Shesha, a follower of Narayan, they can take human form and become a noble and learned person.

Mahadeva let go of Narayan's hand, and the feather disappeared without a trace. Mahadeva knew that Narayan had put it away—in fact, Mahadeva had even seen a thousand-armed feather. Narayan, and there is a different treasure in each hand. When he wants to fight evil, those treasures are a thousand kinds of weapons, but when he wants to bestow blessings on the world, those treasures will become A thousand kinds of auspicious instruments.

It's just that these four treasures are too smart, each of them is a combination of a complete weapon and a magic weapon, and it is a precious thing that represents the world without danger, so Na Luoyan always keeps it with him to inform the world.

"Narayan, if you want to kill the golden bed, please tell me first, I will go to cheer for your battle." Mahadeva said.

Na Luoyan nodded and agreed to his request.

Because the golden bed is the reincarnation of Vijana, just like the golden eye that was reincarnated back then, when Narayan performed the Dharma on him and took his life, he would definitely feel momentary reluctance. It can be seen that only Mahadeva, he can see the unbearable eyes - Narayan is merciful, every time he destroys the world, he incorporates all living beings in the universe into his body, even the demons that he has to get rid of with his own hands, There must be reincarnation of cause and effect, and only Mahadeva understands this.

So Mahadeva wished he could stand there.

"Mahadeva, from the beginning, we have experienced countless times together, you should know that I will not be sad because of anything."

"You will be sad because your heart is compassionate, but you will not be sad." Mahadeva said.

Therefore, Mahadeva certainly understands Narayan best.

Na Luoyan nodded with a smile and said nothing more.

As for Mahadeva, he took Narayan's hand and flicked it lightly on those fingers that were as tender as a lotus flower in bloom. The rhythm of his fingers seemed to be playing a long and ancient song.