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Maya is not a separate entity. Absence of light is called darkness, so also absence of Knowledge, Illumination etc., is called ignorance, illusion or Maya.

Once Narada Muni who is very intimate devotee of the Lord Krishna, through devotion and austerities he had reached a great Spiritual station, so Lord Krishna went to visit him, and as his reward offered to grant him a desire.

“My dear Krishna, can you please show me power of your Maya, your illusory energy? Please explain to me the secret of this magic called Maya and how she act?”

Sri Krishna hesitated to do it. So Krishna asked his dear devotee:

My dear Narada are you sure you want to see power of my maya!?

Narada was very determined so he said: Yes, Krishna i am sure. I want to see power of your Maya!

Lord Krishna replied : Ok Narada I will show you, but lets walk for a while. After they walked some minutes he said to Narada: “Let’s lie down here in the shade and I shall tell you everything. But first, Narada, it’s terribly hot; would you get me a cool glass of water?”

“Right away,” Narada promised happy to do some service to his beloved Lord krishna. 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 that 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 to look at her beautiful face.

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Finally he spoke out, and try to ask her for water, but in the traditional way the girl went and fetch her father who before anything wanted to treat the guest to the generosity of the host, every time he wanted to ask for the water, he was distracted by their attentions, and the beauty of the girl, who looked at him The girl shyly, but with some coquetry, of her big, and beautiful black eyes, intrigued by the handsome looks of the stranger felt attracted like the bee to the flower, and every time her father would order to fetch something to honor the guest, Narada would look at her, as at the most precious jewel.

The day went by and he forgot totally about His Lord Krishna, days went by, and he started to work for the father, the father admiring his good work, he thought he will be a good husband for his girl, and finally, after a couple of years Narada’s wish become a reality, and he was married to the beautiful girl.

The couple settled down to a life of family bliss. After a while, children began to arrive. Narada’s home became a very animated household.

Somebody was always being bathed or dressed; there were meals to get and people to be provided for. And all these things were filling up their lives. Narada and his wife became engrossed in their private little world, quietly building their dreams. he worked tirelessly, and good fortune favored him.

  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?”

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Then after so many years, of working and farming, one day the sky darkened ominously, and   a persisting rain for days come, it rained days, and nights for days, then a torrential   flood came. First The village fields became a raging river, then his servants told him the cattle was gone.

Farming in India Before the Onrushing Storm.

The water start reaching his house, so he took his treasures, and his numerous family to the top floor of his house, but the water keep reaching higher and higher, finally he climbed to the roof with his children and family, until the water reached up to him, graving his wife and his favorite little grandchild, he was swept by the current, in the struggle he lost both, he almost drowned, and lost consciousness, when he woke up on top of a high rock,  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 all the village, only he remained.

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He was trying to save them from all these calamities but was not successful.

Unable to watch the destruction, Narada fell to his knees hurt to the core of his being, and cried for help from the very depths of his heart.

“Krishna! Krishna!”

As he cried in utter despair, suddenly the heat of the sun was unbearable, at once, the raging floods disappeared and there was Sri Krishna, standing casually on the fields where they had walked what seemed to be so many years before.

“Narada,” the Lord asked gently, “You have been gone for some minutes, where is my cup of water?”


Maya The goddess Of Illusion

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  1. We can all learn something from Narada’s story, can’t we!

  2. Sha'Tara says:

    Hi, may I please reblog this post?

  3. smilecalm says:

    very interesting!
    maybe more would have gained insight
    from simpler metaphor stories
    from the enlightened ones? 🙂

    • theburningheart says:

      That’s the power of Myth, the Metaphor, in a simple story we can understand a lot more than with many arguments. 🙂

  4. The meaning remains foggy for me. Is Sri Krishna saying that our entire life is just an illusion?

    • theburningheart says:

      Well dear, its a metaphor for the impermanence of life, and as such, its value is to make you ponder, and draw your own conclusions.
      What its certain, its we all will pass away, so life has a relative value, and regardless if its an illusion, or not it goes swiftly as many poets and wise men have declared and said:

      Mathew 6: 19-21
      19Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
      20But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
      21For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

      “Come on sweetheart,
      let’s adore one another,
      before there is no more
      of you and me!”

      “This existence of ours is as transient as Autumn clouds.
      To watch the birth and death of beings it is like looking
      at the movements of a dance.
      A lifetime is like the flash of a lightning in the sky,
      rushing by like a torrent down a steep mountain.”
      “Look to this day:
      For it is life, the very life of life.
      In its brief course
      Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
      The bliss of growth,
      The glory of action,
      The splendor of achievement
      Are but experiences of time.
      For yesterday is but a dream
      And tomorrow is only a vision;
      And today well-lived, makes
      Yesterday a dream of happiness
      And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
      Look well therefore to this day;
      Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!”

      “All external splendor will perish,
      Likewise the body will decay.
      Only the superior Dharma will endure.
      The wise should discern clearly.
      Aging, illness, and death are resented by all;
      Their appearance is dreadful and repulsive.
      The countenance of youth is fleeting,
      Soon it will wither and fade;
      Even living to a hundred years, still
      One must give in to the force of impermanence.
      The suffering of aging, illness, and death
      Constantly afflicts all sentient beings.”
      Sutra on Impermanence

      Or here one of my favorites:
      Jorge Manrique
      The Coplas on the Death of His Father,
      the Grand-Master of Santiago

      Let from its dream the soul awaken,
      And reason mark with open eyes
      The scene unfolding,—
      How lightly life away is taken,
      How cometh Death in stealthy guise,—
      At last beholding;

      What swiftness hath the flight of pleasure
      That, once attained, seems nothing more
      Than respite cold;
      How fain is memory to measure
      Each latter day inferior
      To those of old.

      Beholding how each instant flies
      So swift, that, as we count, ’tis gone
      Beyond recover,
      Let us resolve to be more wise
      Than stake our future lot upon
      What soon is over.

      Let none be self-deluding, none,—
      Imagining some longer stay
      For his own treasure
      Than what today he sees undone;
      For everything must pass away
      In equal measure.

      Our lives are fated as the rivers
      That gather downward to the sea
      We know as Death;
      And thither every flood delivers
      The pride and pomp of seigniory
      That forfeiteth;

      Thither, the rivers in their splendor;
      Thither, the streams of modest worth,—
      The rills beside them;
      Till there all equal they surrender;
      And so with those who toil on earth,
      And those who guide them.

  5. An interesting and informative post my friend.

  6. Don Ostertag says:

    Looking another ‘old’ birthday in the face and the past 5 days of constant rain has made your post seem so personal to me. Oh well, I hope the rains stop and the birthdays keep on coming. I’m still learning something new every day, especially when I read your great blog.

    • theburningheart says:

      Yes, Don life goes fast as a dream, the best we can do its to hang on until our time comes, and be cheerful about it on the meantime.
      Thank you for your comment Don. 🙂

  7. B says:

    I love this story. It has been quite some time since I have heard it. Thank you for posting so that it could be Revisited. Seems more personal and pertinent now than ever. Keep going and thank you with the great posts!

  8. Ben Naga says:

    Reblogged this on Ben Naga and commented:
    Of course this is only a story. In reality …

    Believe me.

  9. Leyla says:

    Interesting and Beautiful!

  10. Illusion or not, we just have to live it.
    Great story!

    • theburningheart says:

      Yes, here we are, so we take care, when life is over, its not our problem anymore.

      Thank you for your comment, Inese. 🙂

  11. selizabryangmailcom says:

    Also “Row row row your boat gently down the stream…”
    Thank you for the fable and the usual reminders. 🙂

    • theburningheart says:

      I had a teacher that wrote this poem:
      “Life its a riverbank, Man has no port, it flows as the water, it slide by, and we pass.”
      or as the Tibetans chant:
      GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE BODHI SVAHA. … PARASAMGATE means going, going, completely gone to the further shore…

      Thank you for your comment, we appreciate it. 🙂

  12. Our life is so short and in this short time we should give our best, which is very difficult! Thank you very much, Mr. Brogido, for this touching story. All the best. Martina

  13. What a heart-wrenching photo of the villagers in high waters

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