Knowing this to be their own son, Shri Krishna, the mother offered such praise; hearing it, Krishna, in his child-form, spoke directly.
Mother, do not worry; whatever you have wished shall come to pass. To recall the events of Vraj, I showed you this form.
So saying, the merciful friend of the humble performed the deeds of an infant; concealing that supernatural form, he became a child once more.
Dharma took heart, seeing such a divine child; he knew all troubles had ended, and the death of the demons had come.
Knowing this, they were filled with joy; seeing the child, their suffering vanished. Every kind of happiness gathered there; they knew the reign of unrighteousness had ended.
Celebrations were held in every home, and great festivity arose everywhere; and in the world of the immortals too, the gods held great celebrations, full of joy.
They cried, victory, victory, to Brahma and Brahmani, to Indra and Shachi, to Shiva and his queen Parvati; the immortals cried victory in unison, and Indra rained down flowers.
The Gandharvas sang, the Apsaras danced, the Siddhas, Charanas, and great sages too; the gods sounded many kettle-drums, and all in the heavens were filled with joy.
A gentle, cool, and fragrant breeze blew, bringing happiness to all beings; the stars themselves, immortal in the sky, cried out victory, victory, throughout the heavens.
Great sages gave their blessing: may the Lord live for millions of years. So the gods and sages rejoiced, knowing the Lord had appeared.
Many instruments sounded in the heavens, and celebrations took place on earth as well; as the sky resounded with joy, so the people on earth were filled with bliss.
The sacrificial fires burned smokeless, and the minds of the saints grew pure. The twelve divine women of peace, mercy, and other virtues came in divine form to have his darshan.
Then all the women of the city came, bringing many auspicious articles; filling golden trays with rice and pearls, virtuous women came to perform the welcoming ritual.
They brought cashews, kumkum, and saffron, coconuts, unbroken rice, and fine betel-nuts, betel-leaf rolls, cloves, cardamom, and smeared yogurt and turmeric upon the body.
Filled with great joy in their hearts, they came singing songs of celebration and blessing; performing the waving ritual, they took the evil eye away, their hearts delighted at the sight.
Their eyes could not be satisfied gazing upon him, so dear was the beloved's face. Then the women performed the circling gesture (bhamana) and spoke words of blessing.
May you, child, live long; may you care for your mother and father. Giving their blessing as they gazed upon his face, they felt an extraordinary happiness within.
His face, full of laughter and delight, his eyes, hands, and feet exceedingly beautiful; his very form and appearance were auspicious -- O Murari, bring auspiciousness upon us all.
So saying, the women returned to their homes, keeping the child in their hearts in a beautiful way. That day, Balashrama's sons (i.e. the family) were filled with immense joy of heart.
Celebratory music sounded, drums and kettle-drums resounded, cymbals, horns, and shehnais played, and singers sang songs of blessing and celebration.
Hearing such praise and song, Dharma was filled with great joy. At that same time, Dharma performed the Vedic birth rites (jatakarma).
Then he gave gifts to the Brahmins, honoring them greatly; grain, wealth, land, and cloth, elephants, horses, and beautiful cows.
He had a milk-yielding buffalo brought and gave it too, along with many others, to the Brahmins; he gave vessels of ghee, clothing, and houses -- whatever was asked, that he gave.
Dharma gave gifts of many kinds, and sent the pleased Brahmins home. All men and women rejoiced, and garlands and toranas were hung at every door.
His mother and father, forgetting his divine nature, took him to be their own natural child; regarding him as merely human, the parents lovingly doted upon their son.
And Dharmadev and Premavati too forgot the memory of their past births; neither knowing nor unknowing themselves, so they conducted themselves as father and mother.
All happiness and prosperity came to be, and misfortune departed with the Lord's appearance; truthful people found happiness, while the demons found sorrow.
The followers of the Kaula sect, atheists, and corrupted heretical sects soon suffered great affliction. The other demons upon the earth, who held enmity day and night --
for their ill fortune, terrible omens appeared without number. Their left limbs and left eyes twitched, and they had terrible, distressing dreams.
They dreamed they had no head upon their shoulders, that they were seated upon a camel and carried away from that place, taken to the southern land -- such dreams came to them constantly.
Dogs howled facing their houses, and cows lowed mournfully at night; crows cawed harshly upon their roofs, and owls hooted loudly at midday.
Owls and doves hooted endlessly, terrible and fearsome sounds; vultures screeched, kites cried out, and hawks flew constantly over their houses.
And in the sky too, ill omens appeared constantly to the demons' minds; it seemed as though the sun and moon, along with the stars, had fallen from the sky to the earth.
Seeing such ill omens, the guru of the demons spoke thus. Listen, demons, said Kalidatta, what the goddess foretold has come true.
Certainly Hari has taken incarnation to destroy the demons. So let us find some remedy, that we may escape this death.
Hari must now be an infant; let us secretly find some trick to kill him. Let us send countless sorceresses (kritya-spirits), to bring about Hari's destruction at once.
Then he performed the chanting of mantras, and himself conjured up sorceress-spirits. Exceedingly dark, with disheveled hair, their heads smeared with vermillion,
their noses and ears cut off, exceedingly ugly and deformed, their lips long and their mouths gaping, their tongues hanging out and their teeth bared to inflict suffering.
With long bellies and red eyes, their cheeks smeared with blood, holding human skulls in their hands, wearing no clothing at all --
weapons raised in hand -- such was the company of kritya-spirits he created. The demon gave them their command, saying: your enemy is in the town of Chhapaiya.
Go there and destroy him, then return and accomplish your task for us. Then the kritya-spirit flew from there, hungry and roaming, wretched and vile.
It came to the house of Hariprasad (the child), who was the enemy of these spirits. Hari was near his mother, and it seized him forcefully to destroy him.
It cried, kill him, kill him, eat him, eat him! Do not lose this chance, now that the enemy is found! Baring its teeth and raising its weapon, it directed great fury upon Hari.
Seizing him by the neck, it carried him outside; the mother wept and cried out, forgetting all care for her own body, and fell fainting to the ground at once.
The child cried out for help, seeing his very life's support carried helplessly away. Hearing the child's terrified cry, Hariprasad (the father) came running.
He had been at the vigil of Ekadashi, and from there he returned home; coming there, he did not find the child, and Dharma fainted at that moment.
Hearing the lamentation of Bhakti and Dharma, Hanuman himself came there. He said, why do you weep, husband and wife? Tell me, and I shall remove your calamity.
Bhakti said, my brave son has been carried outside by a kritya-spirit; it will kill him at once -- if you are capable, please free him.
Hearing this, Hanuman said, do not worry in your heart, blessed one; I shall bring back your son at once; remember Shri Krishna Dev.
You performed my vow with devotion; I shall not let your suffering remain. Then Hanuman set off at once to rescue the child.
But there, in the hands of the kritya-spirits, the almighty child himself was already at work; the child gave them a sideways glance, and the kritya-spirits burned up at once.
Then they fell to the ground, crying out, kill him, kill him, in many voices. Just then Hanuman arrived, and saw the deeds of the wicked kritya-spirits.
The son of Anjani said, stand still -- take the fruit of your own deeds! Let none of you remain alive today, know this for certain in your minds.
So saying, he seized them at once and dashed them into the earth. Then the kritya-spirits, with joined hands, said, brave one, forgive us -- we have committed a million offenses.
From this day I shall not even remember his name; I shall never come to this place again. Release us now, we say, falling at your feet; we shall never come before your sight, we shall flee far away.
So saying, the kritya-spirits fled, knowing the fate of the demons to be poor. They went and told Kalidatta: this child cannot be destroyed.
He is exceedingly powerful, and it is he who shall bring about the death of the demons. Then the great hero (Hanuman), taking the child, went to Bhakti and Dharma.
He placed the child into Bhakti's hands, and the couple were overjoyed at that moment. Bhakti said, listen Hanuman, I had no hope left of my son.
Then Hanuman said, Bhakti, your son is exceedingly powerful; he is no ordinary human being at all -- he is Bhagwan himself.
He is the master of Akshar and Goloka abodes; he is Krishna Dev, of many names. To protect dharma and for the salvation of souls, this wise dark one has come.
You two, Dharma and Bhakti, are his parents; he shall make you exceedingly fulfilled. Knowledge, detachment and all such things -- your lineage shall be regarded as pure.
This child shall increase them all, and shall bring death to the demons. He shall greatly increase my own glory, and shall accomplish the purpose of those who take refuge in him.
So know that this child is extraordinary; hold love for him and set aside fear. So spoke Hanuman, and then the child looked upon him.
Then, seeing the wish of Hari, Hanuman became invisible. Seeing this, holy Premavati was filled with great wonder.
She knew for certain that this child was truly a new incarnation. Telling this to all the people, they said, this child has lived through some great merit.
Then the man and woman kept this vow, and increased their love for Hanuman, by which the obstacle of the kritya-spirits was removed. All began to say, blessed, blessed indeed.
Thus ends the seventeenth chapter, named 'The Obstacle of the Kritya-Spirits,' in the Bhaktachintamani composed by the disciple Nishkulanand Muni of Shri Sahajanand Swami, propagator of the path of Ekantik Dharma.