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Monday, March 23, 2015

Battle Royale

महाभरत
Mahābharata
As retold by
Michael Dolan, B.V. Mahāyogi

The Duel of Giants


Paraśurāma was angered with me. His eyes red with rage he said, “Obey me or die.”

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TV version of Bhishma vs. Parashuram

I replied, “O best of brahmaṇas, you are my guru. You taught me the use of arms. I cannot take up arms against you or contest you in combat. It is against dharma.”
Paraśurāma said, “As your guru I order you. Take this maiden and preserve your race!”
I said, “As you well know, I swore an oath to my father before the gods. I cannot break my word. You well know the importance of obedience to one's father. I cannot break my word. Your labors for Amba are in vain. I cannot forsake dharma.”

Bhishma's Oath
“Then die! Coward or half-man, you dare to challenge the word of your guru? Prepare to die!”
I replied, “Some orders given by guru may come from pride. How can I follow orders that go against dharma? If you want to test me in battle, I am happy to meet you in a clean fight.” And so saying, I put on my armor and prepared to fight.

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Graphic Novel Interpretation of Bhishma vs Parashurama

Parashurama swore: “Then Let thy mother Jahnavi, O Bhiṣma; behold thee dead on the plain of Kurukṣetra, and your body picked by vultures and crows. Let the Ganges pour forth her waters in tears for her son on this day. O proud and insolent boy, always ready for a fight, today your guru will teach you the final lesson. Prepare to die.”
So I bowed before my guru and said his pranam mantra. I prepared my car for battle and rode out into the plains of Kurukṣetra where we two were to meet in mortal combat. I readied my weapons and prayed to Viṣṇu.  
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Battle Chariot: Egypt, 1300 B.C.
When I was ready I turned to my guru and said, “You should mount a battle chariot like mine, my preceptor. You stand no chance against my weapons.”
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Parashuram
            That great exterminator of princes said, “The Earth, O Bhiṣma, is my chariot. The four Vedas are my horses. The wind is my driver, and my armor, the Vedic mantras. 

And as he said this, as if by a miracle, I beheld the son of Jamadagni seated on a Great War chariot equipped with all kinds of weapons. His chariot did not touch the ground and was driven by celestial horses. He came at me and unleashed a terrible shower of arrows. As he came I was glad that if I were to die in battle, my death would come at the hands of my guru, the great Paraśurāma, and my entrance into heaven was assured.

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            As he showered me with arrows I got off my chariot and went on foot to him and bowed before him, offering him praises in Sanskrit poetry. I said, “O Rama, you may be superior or equal to me in power, but I shall fight thee as thou art my own true guru. Bless me guru deva with victory in this terrible duel.” So saying, I bowed before him. My guru deva, Paraśurāma the terrible exterminator of princes, smiled and said, “I would have cursed you if you had not performed this reverence. I cannot wish you victory, but use what I taught you against me. Fight fairly; I am pleased with you who never deviate from the principles of dharma.”

BHIṢMA DUELS PARAŚURĀMA

He waited until I had returned to my chariot, when he struck me with 960 arrows. My horses and charioteers were covered with his shafts.
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Battle tactics, stone carving India


I then told my preceptor, “My Lord, my arrows will not strike you, but they are aimed at the ego of warrior-hood that you have assumed.” I then showered a rain of arrows upon him. We fought like this for three days. Neither of us could gain advantage. We used the snake arrows, fire arrows, mantra arrows and many other weapons at our disposal.  
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Ancient battle techniques of war, Assyria, 2000 BC
At last we began using mystical weapons, the Guhyaka, the Agneya, the Varuna, and were at the point of causing great peril to the world. Finally we understood the futility of our combat. If we had continued, we would have destroyed the world.  I was unable to vanquish him, and he equally unable to vanquish me. No good would come of further war between us. The only result of unleashing so many weapons would be the direct destruction of the universe itself.  The gods themselves asked us to desist. 

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Some say that I won the battle, but it was not so. Neither of us could get the upper hand. After hurling every weapon known to god or man Paraśurāma was unable to defeat me in mortal combat, as I was unable to defeat him.  Our battle was inconclusive. Exhausted, we withdrew from the field after exchanging mutual respect. 

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Still, Amba was not satisfied. She was determined to have her revenge.   

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Star TV version of Amba
     

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Transmigration



Changing Bodies


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Sage Advice

महाभरत
Mahābharata
As retold by
Michael Dolan, B.V. Mahāyogi


Sages and their Advice
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Ancient Sanskrit Mahabharata
At this time there appeared an even greater sage, the noble Hotravarahana.  Hearing the maiden’s story he advised her to go to the ashram of the terrible son of Jamadagni, Paraśurāma, who had sworn revenge against all the warrior class. “Go there, my daughter,” the sage said. 

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Forest Sage
“Your pain is great; your revenge will be swift. Go to Paraśurāma and he will surely fight Bhiṣma as your champion. None can defeat him in battle. Go to him.”
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Amba seeks revenge

            So Amba resolved to seek Paraśurāma as her champion and said, “I shall go further into this forest in search of the champion you speak of. How shall I find him?”
Hotravahana said, “He lives beyond the great forest on the mountain of Mahendra, a holy place known by many rishis and Gandharvas. Tell him you were sent by the high-souled Hotravahana to bid him be your champion against the crimes of a kshatriya. 

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Mountain path in Himalayas
So Amba spent many days walking through the forest, performing austerities. She grew thin, but her determination was great. In the course of time she came upon Paraśurāma deep in the forest hills of the mountain of Mahendra.

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Parasurama
            Hearing her story, Paraśurāma took pity on her. “O beautiful lady,” he said. I shall send word to Bhiṣma, that he himself must lay aside his vow of life-long celibacy and marry you. If such a great warrior accepts you, you will be the queen of all the Indias, and your sons will rule the earth as long as you shall live.”

Amba was not pleased by this. She was not interested in marrying Bhishma. Bhishma had insulted her. On account of Bhishma, she lost Shalva. No. She wanted only her revenge, no more. 

She said, “Both Bhiṣma and the Lord of Shalva have rejected me. It was Bhiṣma who robbed me on his chariot when I stood innocent before the greatest kings and princes of the world, ready to pick my suitor.” she said, her fury rising. 

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“It was Bhiṣma who insulted my chosen husband. It was Bhiṣma who ravished me by force and carried me away to a foreign land. It was Bhiṣma who rejected me publicly and sent me, a used woman back to the court of my beloved. If not for Bhiṣma I would never have been rejected even by my father. No. It is Bhiṣma who must die, and you must slay him,” said Amba “You must be my champion.  Slay Bhiṣma, or I will perish, overwhelmed by the shame he has brought upon me. Punish this ruthless Kshatriya, O protector of innocents.” 

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Meditation

 Bhishma sipped again from the cool waters of the Ganges that trickled from the wound in the earth made by the arrow of Arjuna. He resumed his story.

"While Paraśurāma was reluctant to leave his meditation and take up arms against me, for I was his most obedient student, and he my guru, he ultimately gave in to the girl’s plea. So he resolved to meet me in battle and chastise me for having abducted the maiden Amba. 
       
And so it was that we met here, on this sacred battlefield of Kurukṣetra, to settle the wrong I had done to Amba. Years agon, on this very spot we clashed, my teacher and I. It was a terrible battle. 

He arrived in the company of some great saints and rishis, and made camp on the banks of the Saraswati. On the third day he sent me a message saying, “I am here. Stand and fight.” 

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Fields at Kurukshetra, India


At this I went to meet my guru the Lord Paraśurāma of whom you have all heard so much, with great joy, ready to do whatever he might bid me. I brought him a cow and offered him worship as my guru. Paraśurāma questioned my judgment in rejecting Amba and disgracing her. He bade me redress her grievances. I replied that it was impossible. I couldn’t give her away to my brother, nor could I myself marry her, given my vow. Shalva had rejected her. Paraśurāma said, “Marry her, O best of the Bharata race, and all shall be forgiven. Her virtue restored, she shall rule with you as the queen of the Indias.”
            I refused. I had given my sacred vow before my father and the gods. I would not give it up. I had taken an oath to Satyavati to protect her children and ensure her rule. I could not abandon my word.
And so, Paraśurāma was angered with me.

His eyes red with rage he said, “Obey me or die.”

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Obey or Die!