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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 32

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Hasmukh Patadia

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Listen, all of good understanding; I tell an unparalleled story of Hari. He brings suffering to the wicked, but is a source of happiness to the saints.

The demons who dwell upon the earth, having changed their outward form - it is for their sake that Shri Hari wanders from land to land.

The very purpose for which he took this incarnation - he now stood ready to accomplish it. By Hari's own will, the Lord had come into this garden.

Pibaik arrived there with intent to destroy the siddhas. What ultimately came of it - hear that story now, all of you.

This brahmin had once been pure, but through association with left-hand tantric practice (vaam-marg) he had become corrupted. Having studied the Koularnava (a tantric text), the twice-born one quickly fell into depravity.

He became a devoted worshipper of Kali, drinking wine (kulvari) daily. And now, to conquer the siddhas, he prepared his whole array of implements that day.

Intoxicated on meat and wine, he took a sharp trident in hand, smeared vermilion upon his forehead, and set out to conquer the siddhas.

Taking red powder and saffron, he went with a tilak mark upon his brow. He had drunk deeply of the sacred liquor, and sprinkled the remainder upon his own body.

He walked on, chewing fish, intoxicated with pride, a red cloth bound upon his head. His hair was thickly matted and tangled, giving him a fearsome, whirling appearance.

He was called a renowned siddha, known throughout the region. No one dared speak against him; whoever did, he would kill.

Filled with such wickedness, having drunk wine four times over, wearing a necklace of cat bones about his neck, he set out ready to conquer the siddhas.

Taking with him a woman who dwelt in the village, he came before the siddhas, and, arriving, spoke thus: "You false, hypocritical so-called siddhas, how dare you speak against me?

I alone am the true siddha here today; the likes of you are mere prey for me. I have conquered even the greatest; how many disciples like you have I made?

Whoever has come and bowed to me has lived; whoever dared bind themselves against me, I struck them down without mercy.

So consider well in your minds: become my disciples, take off your rosaries, remove your sacred threads at once - or else I shall now summon my power,

bring countless ghosts and spirits, and they shall devour your very flesh!" So he spoke with great arrogance, and all the siddhas grew afraid, save Hari.

They said, "Let us do as he says, and thereby escape death; otherwise he will kill us and leave our bodies. So let us take off our rosaries."

"Remove even your sacred threads too" - so all the siddhas resolved among themselves in fear. Then Hari said to the siddhas, "Keep your hearts steady and patient.

If he wishes to make me his disciple, let him try; that is his business, and then it will be your turn." Still the siddhas could not find courage, saying, "He will strike you down and kill you.

He is exceedingly wicked and sinful; we all know this well." Hearing these words of Hari's fellow siddhas, Pibaik grew enraged upon hearing it, and spoke in great anger.

Then Pibaik said, "O brahmachari, I shall show you my power. Watch - I shall wither this green banyan tree here, right now, dry and shriveled."

Saying this, he cast a spell, and at once the banyan tree withered. He said, "Accept my word, or know that this shall be your fate too!"

Then Hari said, "We are not afraid; do whatever you wish, freely." Saying this, Hari sat in the hero's posture (vir-asana), his mind unshaken.

The others could not maintain their composure; they sat trembling behind Krishna (Hari). Then Pibaik, having enchanted black lentils with his mantras, cast them upon Hari in his fury.

But nothing at all happened to Hari. Then the twice-born one grew angry in his mind and said, "Be warned - I shall not stop today until I have struck you down!"

Saying this, he cast another spell, but again there was no effect at all. Then Pibaik thought, "I am certain now this is some illusion (maya) of his.

Do whatever you wish to invoke; today your death has surely come. I am casting the spell of Kaal Bhairav upon you - know that your survival is now impossible."

Then Hari said, "I sit here still; do whatever you wish." Then he invoked Bhairav and his heroic spirits, but still Hari sat there unshaken.

Bhairav and two heroic spirits came, but they could not even look upon him directly. Instead they turned back upon Pibaik himself, obstructing the very one who had cast them.

The worshipper of Kali fell down, blood flowing from his mouth. He lost consciousness completely, falling face-down upon the ground.

After a long while he regained consciousness, rose, and spoke again with force, saying, "Stand still, brahmachari - now I shall unleash Batu Bhairav to strike you down!"

Then Hari said, "Send him freely." He unleashed the youthful Bhairav spirit against him, but it too grew afraid and turned back, attacking Pibaik instead.

It threw him crashing to the ground, the earth trembling as he fell with a thud. Writhing and struggling, he rose again, speaking in fury against the Lord,

saying, "I now unleash the great Kali-spirit hero; he will not fail as the others did." Saying this, he released it, but it too did not come near Hari;

instead it turned back and attacked him again, throwing him down upon the ground. He grew utterly distraught, losing all consciousness, yet even so the wicked one would not relent.

After lying still for a watch of time, he rose again and stood, and again spoke to the Lord, saying, "Stand still, brahmachari - now I shall settle this with you for good.

I unleash Hanuman himself, together with many heroic spirits; he will surely bring your end!" Saying this, he released him -

but Hanuman came, and instead of attacking Hari, offered him salutation! Bowing in reverence, he turned back and, greatly enraged, attacked Pibaik himself.

All of them together fell upon that brahmin, and he suffered terribly. His mouth split open, foam came forth, the veins in his body grew faint.

His head was driven into the earth, dust filling his mouth. He fell in a dreadful state, his eyes sunk deep into his skull.

Blood flowed from his nose and mouth, and there remained no strength left for him to rise. Then all his relatives gathered together and fell at the Lord's feet,

saying, "Have mercy on him, Hari; he will never do such a thing again." Thus he received the very fruit he had sought; the pride of the exceedingly arrogant one was broken.

Then the Lord raised him up, and the brahmin rose and fell at the Lord's feet. He offered full prostration again and again, saying, "A new incarnation has come!"

Then, seeing the siddhas there, the brahmin gave them a feast. But when he returned home afterward, his mind did not remain steady;

he went and worshipped Kaal Bhairav again, offering meat, wine and sacrifice, and once more unleashed him upon Hari.

This time Bhairav came, terrifying and fierce, his hideous mouth smeared with blood, tall and without garment on his body,

his eyes red, his complexion utterly dark, a trident in his hand. In such a form he came before the Lord, but having come, he could accomplish nothing at all.

He sat at a distance the whole night, and Hari smiled, seeing this at dawn. Then, when Hari went to bathe, he cast his gaze toward him.

At that, Bhairav fled trembling, and went and attached himself to Pibaik instead, saying, "Today I shall surely kill him!" But then the Lord stopped him from that path,

saying, "This one has eaten the siddha's food (meaning he had been fed and honored); you must protect him instead." Then Bhairav went to the brahmin and told him the whole matter,

saying, "Today you must face your own death - but the ascetic has stayed my hand." Saying this, Bhairav departed, and the brahmin came before the Lord.

Recognizing him as God, he bowed his head and said, "Please forgive my offenses." Saying this again and again, he cursed himself repeatedly,

saying, "Though learned in scripture, I turned to worship ghosts; I have done such terrible deeds. I abandoned righteous conduct and did evil - cursed be such a sinner as I."

Saying this, he grasped Hari's feet, saying, "Lord, I have come to your refuge." Saying this, he became his disciple, recognizing the Maharaj as the Lord of the Universe.

He returned to his former righteous conduct, and abandoned all other evil practices. Recognizing the Koularnava and similar texts as contrary to true scripture, he had them burned.

He then studied the Bhagavatam and the Gita, and became a true devotee of Shri Krishna. Having performed such deeds, the merciful one then departed from that place.

He gave the siddhas his final counsel, and himself took the road toward Navlakha, in his human form of boundless power - blessed indeed is the treasury of such incarnations.

Thus in the Bhaktachintamani, composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, the establisher of the exclusive path of devotion, ends the thirty-second chapter, named "The Deeds of Shri Hari."

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