Jhuthi Rsi Ka Gana
Thousands of years ago, Medhavi was born a sage and looked on the world with wisdom. No sooner had he learned than he walked away from his family and into the rituals. He had no sooner learned to speak than learned the mantras and vowed to speak nothing else for ten years. He had no sooner learned to count than become too rich to ever need coin, or cattle. He sat at the feet of great teachers and he learned to see inside himself and found that he already had all that the world could offer, save one thing. Medhavi knew that he would die one day.
Medhavi looked inside himself and found that he met all things there. Among them, he met Death, and looked upon his face. Death was stern and unmoving, and Medhavi feared him. He had learned to put aside all things in his pursuit of the highest wisdom, but in his search he had found no consolation for the life that he could not renounce, and loathed to lose. He found that he could live without food, and water, and love, and lust, and riches, and fame, but he could not live without life. He poured over the scrolls and manuscripts at every temple he could visit, but no one could tell him how to escape from Death.
He traveled the world and taught others his wisdom but he could not escape the shadow of Death. He traveled the world and he enlightened men decades his elder but he could not escape the shadow of Death. He traveled the world and brought joy to king and pauper alike but he could not escape the shadow of Death.
One day, as he meditated on his quandary a tall man sat down on the soft grass beside him. Medhavi was not disturbed for his thoughts were deep, and his mind was soft. The man waited patiently until the sage awakened and greeted him sternly.
"Medhavi" he said in a large, hollow tone, "If you are awake then tell me: Do you know who I am?" He lifted an eyebrow as the sage stared into his eyes, unwavering.
"Of course I know you" the sage said calmly, "You are Mauta and you are my enemy. Why have you come here? Have you heard that I seek to escape you and choose to kill me before I learned the secret of eternal life? Why do you seek me, oh Death?"
"For all that you have learned" said Mauta, cold and aloof, "you believe me your enemy? It is true that I am Death but I do not seek to kill you. You will come to Death in your own time as all things come to Death. Medhavi is no different."
"I disagree," said Medhavi, "but I am wise enough not to argue with Mauta. What will you do then? When I find the secret of eternal life then I will share it with all, for this is my way. Then all will live eternally and none will die."
"I am not concerned" Mauta replied, "Because for all you have learned you have over-looked a truth that is important. For as you know me as Mauta, you have lost sight of the truth that I am also called Jivana, and as such I am Life. I am the first and last of merchants. As Jivana I sell generously your life, but as Mauta I collect and the price is death. There is no secret of eternal life for I have assigned each a cost, and when that price is due you come to Mauta."
"Then I have learned your secrets" said Medhavi, "and I will learn a new way. If I cannot defeat you as a sage, or as a warrior, then I will become a pupil again. I will visit you in your home if you'll have me, and I'll learn from you."
"You may not enter my home, Medhavi" said Mauta, "because a pupil must not be known by that name. Under the name of Andha may you enter my home and become my pupil for I will teach you that which all must learn to be joyful, though many of your pupils have already learned that which you are blind to see."
Andha bowed to his master and watched as his shadow vanished from the hill. He sat up and frowned, for he knew that the shadow was still on him, though he could not see it. After some time he stood up and began to walk. He was no longer Medhavi but he knew enough secrets and now that he had learned Mauta's last, he would beat him. He would be Andha for access to Mauta's house, and he'd be Andha so that he could study at Death's feet. He would defeat Mauta with guile, but not as a sage, or a pupil. Andha would become a thief. With this in his heart, he set out to collect tinder for his master's hearth.
Andha was wise in the ways of the world and many of the ways beyond. He walked the earth collecting tinder and waiting to deliver it to his teacher until the time was right. When the storms came in from the south Andha was ready. He took several large bundles of fuel to the house of Mauta and entered as his pupil. However, Mauta was not home for the great storms drown many and Death was away tending to his work. As a guest, Andha knelt by his bundles of tinder and waited patiently. For three days he waited until Death returned.
"Andha!" he exclaimed when he walked in and saw that his pupil had come and there was no one to greet him, "You have waited and I have given you no hospitality!"
"Great Mauta" he said respectfully as he bowed, "It has been my pleasure to wait. Please do not trouble yourself for I am without the need of food, or water. Ease and discomfort are as one." Death scowled and crossed his many arms.
"No" he said grimly, "It is not without consequence. A visitor in the house of a god must know the highest virtue, and those who do not show their invited guests hospitality are without virtue. For these three days that you have waited without food, or water, or comfort, or hospitality I will grant you three boons. Choose the first."
"Great Mauta" he replied, "for my first boon I ask for only the teaching that I was promised. What is the truth that I have over-looked and thus remained Andha?" Mauta nodded in approval. He sat down before his pupil and drew himself into a lotus.
"You have over-looked" he said "in your days as a sage that when one walks within one's Self one sees and knows all. You are a student yet because, though you are wise beyond men's means, you saw only me and missed Jivana. In doing so you have over-looked that we are the same. This has shadowed all other things.
Others you have taught have followed your teachings and looked beyond Death. They realized the greatest secret that I have to teach which I will now teach you. In your time here you will come to realize that it is a truth. If Life and Death are one, then there is no death. All is one, and all is eternal. You will understand this if you renounce Life as you have renounced Death. You will come to understand this when you learn to embrace Death as you have embraced Life. All return to death again and again and again. Ask me now your second boon."
Andha nodded and pondered what he had been told. This was an important secret but he was sure that it was an illusion. Death and Life were the same then they could not be Illusion. Still, these were keys and he needed only find the door that they opened for it would hide the secrets of mastery over life and death.
"Great Mauta" the student begged, "In all of my days, I have sought eternal life for all beings, but I have found no evidence of it. However, I have heard that there are spirits that do not die as men of flesh do, and some in fact have power over death and life. What is the name of the greatest among them?"
Mauta scowled. He looked over his pupil and appraised him. He was a discerning man, and a great sage, even in the form of a student. He was beginning to worry that what he sought to teach was beyond his pupil's understanding.
"The spirits do not endure forever," he replied, "even the gods will die one day. Even old Mauta will pass away in time. Nothing is eternal so long as one is a slave of M?y?. All things of this world are the slave of M?y?.
The being you speak of is Atma Bhakshaka and he is a terrible beast. He is like you. He sees this world for all that it is except where I am concerned. He lives a stolen life as a thief and is wise beyond mortality. Atma Bhakshaka is the King of the Jinn and he is a terrible creature. If you are possessed of any wisdom at all then you will not seek him out for he is confounded by nothing but the illusion of death. "
Andha smiled. He was pleased with this knowledge for it would serve him well. He thought deeply about his situation and he formed a plan in his mind. He would escape death with cunning. Perhaps it would not work for all, but he could at least buy his self time to learn the deeper secrets with his own immortality.
"Great Mauta" he said, "I have one boon remaining to me and for that boon I ask that you release responsibility of my death. Detach yourself from my dharma and let my death fare as it will. This is the last boon that I ask."
Mauta stood up and fire blazed in all directions from him. He snarled with rage at the audacity of his student's request and bristled with the implication of it.
"You are truly Andha!" he exclaimed, "Do not ask me this boon for you do not understand what it is that you ask of me! I am Mauta! I am Death! You cannot fair without my loving touch for all things will pass and I must tend them! Do you not realize the danger that you place yourself in if your soul is not attached to Death's dharma? Ask another boon!"
"Great Mauta!" he said, sitting up and resuming his lotus, "I have chosen my boon and asked."
"I will give you a kingdom" Mauta exclaimed, flustered now, perhaps afraid, "I can give you riches beyond that which any man in the world has ever known! I can fill your larders with soma and bread, with cattle and spice. I can fill your bed a thousand wives of any race, and a thousand concubines of any race, and a thousand servants of any race each of beauty never before known in the world! Ask another boon of me!"
"Great Mauta." he said, unchanging in his tone or posture, "I would have these things you say but they will only keep me until I die. I have chosen my boon and asked."
"I can lead you" Mauta railed, "to knowledge of things beyond what you could even dream of! I could give you health until your last breath, and the strength of youth until the end of your days and a thousand times a thousand children, each loyal and loving! Ask another boon of me, I beg!"
"Great Mauta." he said, unchanging in his tone or posture, "I would have these things you say but they will only keep me until I die. I have chosen my boon, and asked."
"Very well" the god replied and hung his head, "I renounce you. You have your boons, and the teaching that I would give you. Go from my home for you have made yourself an unwelcome guest in the house of Death. Pray that I take pity on you when your life is complete or you will never know where my teaching would have taken you."
Andha picked himself up and gathered his belongings. He walked out of the door to Death's house and began wandering the land once again. He resumed his life as a sage, and once again the world knew him as Medhavi. In his travels he taught the secret that Death had imparted on him and many people learned. In his travels he taught the secret that Death had imparted on him and many divined its secret. In his travels he taught the secret that Death had imparted on him and brought joy to king and pauper alike. Still he did not find release from death.
One day, many thousands of years ago, Medhavi found a scroll hiding deep inside the library of the greatest king of the land. It was hidden by riddles, and by ciphers, and by trick ink that only showed when the moon fell on it at the right angle, and the water of the ocean lay misted across its surface. It held, itself, another riddle.
"The lair of the eater is hidden by the humblest the world has to offer."
Medhavi smiled because he was able to divine the truth from this illusion. He packed the scroll away and he traveled deep into the desert. He rode with one hundred beasts of burden and fitted each one with a sack of ten coins between their horns. He took with him a thousand gold coins, and ten loafs of bread from the ovens of the great king Dhani aura Saktisali, whom he had helped come to peace with all things, and each of which was worth more than the coins and cattle combined.
He rode with one hundred beasts of burden and fitted each one with a sack of ten coins between their horns. He rode until he reached the grazing grounds of a tribe called Mahatvah?na gar?ba. He rode among them with and found them as they were described. Ten families and each of them were poor and no one cared for them. Ten families and each of them were poor and miserable, for no one among them had wise teachers. Ten families and each of them were poor and thin for lack of food and water. Ten families and each of them were unimportant for their land grew little, and their cattle were skinny.
Medhavi rode among them and they watched with drawn expressions as they pity themselves. They had to pity themselves, you see, for no one else would. Medhavi watched their faces and mourned for them, for they were ten families too poor and unimportant to have any pride.
Finally, he called for the head of each family to sit at his feet. Having no pride, ten elder men who had all the power in their tribe sat at his feet, and learned from him, though he was a fraction of their age. Having no pride, ten elder men learned the secret of death, and pondered it until they became joyous and rushed to teach their sons and brothers. They bowed before the sage and called him Rakshaka.
Finally, Medhavi called for the ten highest priests from among their families, and again their elders came. Having only the pride of priests, they rejoiced when their former teacher renounced his great wealth and gifted each elder ten beasts of burden, each with ten coins in a sack between its horns. Each rejoiced when he gifted each of them one loaf of bread baked in the kitchens of the great king Dhani aura Saktisali, each worth more than their cattle and coins combined. Each separated the loaves throughout his family and for the first time, each was truly nourished. The ten families grew larger in these loaves and became important in the land. Each family bowed to the sage and called him Rakshaka.
Finally, Medhavi called the ten highest princes from among their families, and the elders declined his council for now they were wealthy, full, and wise, and thus they had pride. They could ask nothing of a penniless man who sat in rags in the poorest land the world had to offer. They offered him gold, but he declined. They offered him cattle, but he declined. They offered him food, and he bid them good bye for this poorest of all the lands the world had to offer was no place for ten wealthy princes. They called him Rakshaka ,bid him good bye and left to travel to where men with pride lived, no longer Mahatvah?na gar?ba.
Medhavi waited until they were gone and watched as the sun set in the west. When night had fallen, the ground began to shake, and violently erupted. From beneath the poorest land the world had to offer, came a king, the name of whom men shudder to mention.
"Who are you?" the jinn bellowed, and rubbed at his belly, "Who are you whose karma is so foul that he lingers when the humblest the world has to offer pass from this land, and the King of the Jinn is again free?"
"I am called Medhavi by men" he replied calmly, arranging himself in a lotus, "Andha by gods and Rakshaka by the princes I have made. My karma is such that I would be here this evening because my hand has turned the humblest the world has to offer into wealthy princes and thus is the King of the Jinn free once again."
"Then you are the greatest of fools" the great beast bellowed as the ground shook from the thunder in his belly, "For I am the King of the Jinn and you are not attended by Mauta! I am called the Eater by men, and this is because men are what I eat! Prepare yourself, for you will know Mauta tonight, though Death will never know you!"
"You'll not eat me" Medhavi replied, "For I am Medhavi whom the god of death has called Andha. As such I have learned the secret of death from Death himself, and if you were to eat me that secret would be lost to you forever. You will not touch this man, King of the Jinn, for I am also called a sorcerer, and among the things Death taught me was Jinn King's name."
The Jinn recoiled from the sage and rent his long, white hair. He bellowed in rage and his screams reached every corner of every land in the world. He stomped and stormed and called up demons, and commanded the elements but Medhavi did not budge. He simply sat calmly and watched until the King of the Jinn calmed, and realized he could not be frightened.
"I have released you" Medhavi said, "because you grant a wish to a mortal for whatever he truly wishes" The king of the Jinn nodded and let out a long breath. He scratched his wide chest and raked his fingers back and forth of the course hair that grew on it.
"I have that power, sorcerer," he conceded, "but tell me why I should grant you this boon? If you have heard I have this power then surely you know that I must charge a high fee for any such thing if I'm to grant it." The sage nodded and stood up.
"I offer you the secret of Mauta and Jivana" he said plainly, and the Jinn smiled, "I will give you this in exchange for a boon. You see, I wish to marry a princess but she does not notice me in her youth. Her father has promised that no man may wed her save the one who wins her heart, and that man will inherit his kingdom for he has no sons. I fear that by the time she is old enough to wed, I will be too old to court. I ask that you grant me the boon of youth and life that lasts until I have won this princesses' heart.
The Jinn laughed and clapped his hands as he changed the cosmos with the power that had been given to him. He spun into the air as all of the elements whirled and skimmed about him and the eternal stuff of the universe coalesced. Medhavi gasped as he felt the power flowing into and through him. He remembered what it was like when he would look into himself until the world disappeared and he knew all things but immortality. In that instant he saw past death and realized he would never die. When he opened his eyes again, he smiled, knowing that he had beaten Mauta.
"Now sage!" the Jinn belted out, "You must uphold your end of the bargain. I will have the secret of Mauta and Jivana and the fullness of my price!" The Jinn laughed heartily thinking that he had tricked the sage.
"Hesitate to take your wage" Medhavi replied, "for I am no longer Medhavi who has earned a debt of you. I am now Amara and ever will be. I am now immortal, for no god is beholden to either my life or my death, and I will never die. The secret I hold is the secret of an immortal and all such secrets carry grave dangers. Are you sure you are up to it?"
"Worthy of your secret?" he roared in a mocking tone and laughed so loud that he drown out the buzzing of night insects throughout the entirety of the desert, "I am the king of the Jinn! You owe me this secret and must deliver it if I demand! I'll also take from you the secret of my name, as that was given to you by Death as well! When you hold no power over me, I'll eat your soul for no god protects you! You stand as a pariah, Medhavi who the gods call Andha and who calls himself Amara!"
The demon roared with wicked laughter and called up a chorus of lesser haunts to dance around the defeated sage and join in his mockery. They jibed and chided Amara as they threw pebbles and briars at him and tugged at the humble rags that he wore until he stood naked and humbled before their dread king.
"Very well" Amara said with a defeated tone, "take us to the lake of Janma and I'll show you the secret that the lord of death imparted on me."
With a flourish of his arms, and a bursting bluster of power, the King of the Jinn transported himself and the sage to the lake of Janma where it is said that all men came from. He walked to the very edge of the shore, where the water meets the land and pointed at the pale reflection that he cast on the moonlit surface.
"Here is the place where all men come from" he said "this is the secret of death. You see, Death is a mask. It is an illusion worn by Life when Life collects its fee for our living. From here all men come and from here comes Jivana and Mauta. From here comes all water that covers the earth or rests on a mountain. From here comes every water that bubbles up from the ground or falls from the heavens. From here comes all water that spills from an organ of waste, or drums through the hearts of men.
Here man comes to, and then returns. For just as surely as this water will fill a man and make him healthy it will just as surely poison him in time, and choke him should he sink back beneath it. When man returns here, he dies, and he knows this because the waters still contain his soul. You seem mine here? Yours does not show because you are not a being of flesh. This is the secret. Life and death are one, for they are Water, and Janma contains the souls of every man and woman in the world.
The Jinn's eyes widened and he gasped deeply. How long had they hidden this secret from him? He had spent so much time tricking men into sin so that he could eat their souls when he could simply have come here, to the source? Greed filled him so full that he began to shrink from its wasting and consuming nature.
"Stand aside, Sage!" he screamed, "I command you, I the King of the Jinn who is called ?tm? bhak?aka!" He paused to roar with laughter and continued as he rushed for the water.
"You are a fool!" he screamed as he dove into the lake, "You have given me the secret of life and death, and I, Atma Bhakshaka will devour the soul of every man, woman and child that ever was, is, or will be! I will devour you as well, Medhavi who the gods call Andha!"
He paused only to laugh and call up demons to laugh with him so that he looked a true king and not simply a boastful braggart with no court. The demons danced, and called up wasteful fires, and cavorted in wicked carnal rituals about him as he began to drink. Amara stood calmly as they tormented him knowing he could not be harmed by them or anything else.
Atma Bhakshaka began to drink the water of the lake as greedily as he could take it in. Before long he began to bloat and distend with the lake but he felt no-more full of souls. He could, however taste life in the water and marveled at how humbly it had been hidden. He grew larger, and larger, and larger until there was little left of the lake of Janma. His bloated, disgusting form struggled to take in the last of the water as his bulk stretched at its seams. He looked from his gorged and immobile body so that he could see the look on the sages face knowing that his soul must be in the last of the lake that he drank now.
He was surprised to see that Amara was smiling at him. He stood covered in mud, blood, filth and punctured with briars and cactus needles but he smiled. His clothes had been stripped and his hair pulled but he smiled. He stood humbled, naked, defeated, flecked with the butter of demons and soon to be dead but he smiled in triumph. Pain wracked ?tm? bhak?aka's belly and he knew that he had been tricked.
He opened his mouth to scream but even his bellow of rage was drown out by the horrible ripping as his body came undone and the lake burst out of his belly, mouth, and anus. The King of the Jinn was torn into a thousand times a thousand pieces. His wretched life was ended for he had made himself a piece of this world when he tried to drink the liquid from which this world was made, and thus ensured his finality. The other demons and spirits recoiled from the sight and water from the lake Janma flooded over the smiling form of Amara. When it receded he was cleaned off all the filth that the demons had spread over his naked body, and healed from their prodding and torments. They all fled from him for they recognized he was too dangerous to be a toy. They bowed before him and called him their king.
"We'll make you a great sorcerer Amara!" they screamed as they whirled and sang, "We'll do your bidding should you call until such time as you would want us no more! Command us Amara and be called R?k?asa M?h?r?j?! Hail king Amara! Hail king Amara! Hail R?k?asa M?h?r?j?, King of the Jinn!"
Amara traveled to the castle of the great king Dhani aura Saktisali and sought him out in the clothes of a seer. He shaved his head and stood with a stoop as an old man would. He covered his head with a hood and walked with the gait of age, as an old man would. He spoke with a rasp, and a hint of senility as an old man would. He called himself a seer and all believed him.
Among the court he saw the princes he had crafted and taught to be proud men. They were now the rulers of a not-so-humble land and their sons were growing strong, their bloodlines nourished by the bread from the Great King's kitchen. He looked among the advisors of the king and he saw men that he had taught to be joyous, both kings and paupers. A throng of priests who were once his disciples advised the king, whom had also once been his disciple. None of them recognized the sainted sage. Such was his art.
Upon gaining his audience, the saint Amara raised his hands, and made a great show of calling upon the universe that he might see what the future brought. As he performed his divination, the king's sons and daughters came into the room that they might hear the news. Suddenly, he screamed and threw up his hands as he fell to his knees. His tone was shrill and miserable and he wailed as though in mourning. The men around him grasped their chests, and the women wept, such was his art.
"What have you seen?" the great king Dhani aura Saktisali asked with great concern, "Oh tell me great sage and seer that I might know what is to come, perhaps to prevent it!"
"Woe betide! Woe betide!" Amara screamed, and wailed, and gnashed his teeth. "There is a wicked traitor in the court! A wicked monster that is born of man but no more a man than a serpent is! She covets the throne and will one day poison her mother and father that she might rule! Oh, here she poisons her sisters as well and any male children born to great king Dhani aura Saktisali! Oh woe! Oh woe!"
"What?!" exclaimed the king, and a murmur of horror rose among the committee, "Who is this foul traitor of which you speak? Say who it is that she might be banished from my court for all time!"
"Demons, come up from the ground!" cried Amara, and the jinn obeyed him. The crowd gasped and some fainted at their fearsome display as they swirled in around the room and cackled horribly. "You, who are demons, seek out the one that is like unto you and rend her flesh for she is truly a demon in disguise!"
The monsters that Amara commanded fell upon the daughter of the great king Dhani aura Saktisali and tore her to pieces as she screamed. When they fled they left not even a drop of blood to evidence that she had ever been there. As quickly as the roaring horde had appeared, they were gone. Now Amara believed that he was truly beyond death, for he would live until he had won the heart of a girl who was now surely gone from the world. Death could never claim him for a still heart would never love him.
"Seer!" the great king Dhani aura Saktisali exclaimed, "You have saved me! Tell me your name, and ask me one boon! I will grant you anything in the world for what you have done for me this day! Who are you?"
With this, the saint stood up and pulled back his robe to reveal himself. He was younger and healthier than any of his pupils had ever seen him, and bore on his forehead a brilliant emblem of an open eye. He held his hands out as they gasped in recognition, and came forward to kneel at his feet.
"I am Amara, who was born Medhavi, and whom the gods call Andha. The princes who were once the Mahatvah?na gar?ba called me Rakshaka, and the Jinn call me R?k?asa M?h?r?j?! Call me simply Amara. I will ask for nothing as a boon but that you know me as the conqueror of death."
Those who knelt before him stood up and crowded in to hug and greet him with kisses and affection. It had been so long since they had known their great teacher. Every heart filled with joy to see him returned, and for the first time, truly joyous. He had finally achieved that which he had sought after for so very long.
In time, Amara became known throughout the land as a saint. In time, Amara became known throughout the land as a king. In time, Amara became known as an emperor, and in time Amara became known as the Lord of all the World.
Amara lived for five times fifty years and became known as the greatest king and saint that the world of men had ever known. He was without fear, and could not be felled, even by the gods. For every year he lived he devised a marvel of medicine, or technology. He made a fool of illness with his craft, and he wove from tin and brass amalgams that looked like statues in the likeness of men and women but they would dance when commanded to. With his great power and sorcery he commanded the elements for he held power over the spirits and demons inside of them.
One day as he rode on the back of a great riding beast, adorned with every gem and finery that men know he went to inspect his great city and capital. With him he took a thousand destriers, each carrying one of his wives, and a thousand head of cattle, each carrying five of his concubines. With him he took a thousand carriages, each one carrying ten of his children and each surrounded by ten courtly princes, and their personal guards. The procession buzzed and whirred as mechanical devices he had devised danced and cavorted around them so artfully that one might believe that the alive.
The people of his empire came out in droves to see their great king at the head of the procession and he inspected them each in turn. As he made his rounds of the capital, his eyes fell onto those of a young girl and a shock or recognition ran through him. She looked on her king and her heart melted for he was greater than anything she had seen in all of her life. She took in the fineries that bedecked his perfectly sculpted form, and the handsomeness of his face. She lost her breath when she looked into his eyes and knew true love there. Beside her an old man chuckled as the king gripped at his own chest.
Amara's eyes widened and his face contorted with pain and shock. The crowd gasped as he fell from his beast and landed hard on the finely paved street. He stared up at the girl with confusion and she covered her mouth, confused and horrified. The old man put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a comforting hug as the life left the great king's body and he let out his last breath.
"Poor old Medhavi" the man said, and the girl looked up at him, "He could have been a god, but he chose the way of the world. If only he had listened to me when I told him that all things come to death, again, and again, and again."
He looked down at the girl and saw that there was a strange understanding there. She couldn't understand it but somehow that she knew somewhere, sometime, a great injustice had just been avenged, and a great wrong was righted.
"Come girl" he said with a great smile, "You were once meant to be a queen and that was stolen from you. Learn at my feet and I'll teach you to be a saint. Come with me and the world will know you as Anandapurna"
The girl looked into Mauta's face, and knew that she could be happy knowing that he waited for her. She smiled and followed him knowing that he could teach her the secret of the Self and how to escape him once and for all.
This is the story of Medhavi whose wisdom was limited only to the renunciation of life. This is the story of Andha who was blind to the secret of life and thus came only to death. This is the story of Rakshaka who spread joy to all but failed to find joy himself.
This is the story of Amara the Lord of the World, and how he passed from it never to ascend mortality and never to return in flesh. This is the story of Rakshasa Maharajaand how all the demons of the world, once contained, became free to behave at their own discretion.
This is the story of Anandapurna and how she sat at the feet of old Mauta. This is the story of Anandapurna learned to renounce, thus becoming enlightened.
O M Shanti Shanti shanti