CCC 0 Report post Posted December 6, 2007 NARADA EXPERIENCES MAYA Narada is an ancient sage who is said to have lived for thousands of years, wandering freely through all the levels of consciousness from heaven to earth. Narada was on very intimate terms with the Lord, here in the form of Krishna, so he could ask him all kinds of questions. And while they were walking, he asked the Lord, "Sir, can you please explain to me the secret of this magic called maya?" Sri Krishna hesitated, because to understand maya is to understand the whole of life. But Narada was utterly devoted to him, so the Lord replied, "Of course. Let's sit down here in the shade and I shall tell you everything. But first, Narada, it's terribly hot; would you get me a glass of cool water?Right away," Narada promised, and he set out across the fields. The sun beat down, and though he was a good walker, the little line of thatched cottages on the horizon that marked the nearest village seemed no closer as he strode along. The heat grew unbearable. Narada's throat became parched, too; he began to think he would ask for two glasses of water, and drink the second himself. Finally he reached the village and ran to the nearest house. The door opened - and there stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She smiled up at Narada through long, dark lashes, and something happened to him that had never happened before. All he could do was hem and haw. Finally he blurted out, "Will you marry me?" That is the Indian way, you know; you cannot just say "What are you doing on Saturday night?" The couple settled down to a life of connubial bliss. After a while, children began to arrive. Narada's became a very animated household. Somebody was always being bathed or dressed; there were meals to get and people to be provided for. Narada and his wife became engrossed in their private little world, quietly building their dreams. Years passed. The children grew up, went to school, got married; in time, grandchildren arrived. Narada became the patriarch of a great family, respected by the whole village; his lands stretched to the horizon. He and his wife would look at each other fondly and say, "Don't you think being grandparents is the greatest thing on earth?" Then a great flood came. The village fields became a raging river, and before Narada's helpless eyes, everything that he loved and lived for - his lands, his cattle, his house, but especially his beloved wife and all their children and grandchildren - were swept away. Of the entire village, only he remained. Unable to watch the destruction, Narada fell to his knees and cried for help from the very depths of his heart. "Krishna, Krishna!" At once the raging floods disappeared, and there was Sri Krishna, standing casually on the fields where they had walked what seemed so many years before. "Narada," the Lord asked gently, "where is my glass of water?" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
theist 1 Report post Posted December 6, 2007 Nice story with an essential message. Not taken as an historical occurence of course but the message is timeless. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guruvani 0 Report post Posted December 6, 2007 That is why Narada is included in the rank of marginal energy because he is still situated between the internal and external energy. The internal devotees of Goloka are not marginal like Narada because they have no connection to the material energy. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
gHari 0 Report post Posted December 6, 2007 Does that story sound like sleeper-vadi to anyone else? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
