The Youth who went through the Proper Ceremonies. Why did
he fail to win the magic spell?
Then the king went
back through the night to the cemetery filled with ghouls, terrible with
funeral piles that seemed like ghosts with wagging tongues of flame. But when
he came to the sissoo tree, he was surprised to see a great many bodies hanging
on the tree. They were all alike, and in each was a Betal twitching its limbs.
And the king
thought: "Ah, what does this mean? Why does that magic Betal keep wasting
my time? For I do not know which of all these I ought to take. If I should not
succeed in this night's endeavour, then I would burn myself alive rather than
become a laughing-stock."
But the Betal
understood the king's purpose, and was pleased with his character. So he gave
up his magic arts. Then the king saw only one Betal in one body. He took him
down as before, put him on his shoulder, and started once more.
And as he walked
along, the Betal said: "O King, if you have no objections, I will tell you
a story. Listen."
There is a city called Ujjain , whose people delight in noble
happiness, and feel no longing for heaven. In that city there is real darkness
at night, real intelligence in poetry, real madness in elephants, real coolness
in pearls, sandal, and moonlight.
There lived a king
named Chandraprabha. He had as counsellor a famous Brahman named Devaswami,
rich in money, rich in piety, rich in learning. And the counsellor had a son
named Chandraswami.
This son went one
day to a great resort of gamblers to play. There the dice, beautiful as the
eyes of gazelles, were being thrown constantly. And Calamity seemed to be
looking on, thinking: "Whom shall I embrace?" And the loud shouts of
angry gamblers seemed to suggest the question: "Who is there that would
not be fleeced here, were he the god of wealth himself?"
This hall the
youth entered, and played with dice. He staked his clothes and everything else,
and the gamblers won it all. Then he wagered money he did not have, and lost
that. And when they asked him to pay, he could not. So the gambling-master
caught him and beat him with clubs.
So the gamblers
picked Chandraswami up and went far into the forest, looking for a well. Then
one old gambler said to the others: "He is as good as dead. What is the
use of throwing him into a well now? We will leave him here and go back and say
we have left him in a well." And all the rest agreed, and left him there,
and went back.
When they were
gone, Chandraswami rose and entered a deserted temple to Shiva. When he had
rested a little there, he thought in great anguish: "Ah, I trusted the
rascally gamblers, and they cheated me. Where shall I go now, naked and dusty
as I am? What would my father say if he saw me now, or any relative, or any
friend? I will stay here for the present, and at night I will go out and try to
find food somehow to appease my hunger."
While he reflected
in weariness and nakedness, the sun grew less hot and disappeared. Then a
terrible hermit named Mahavrati came there, and he had smeared his body with
ashes. When he had seen Chandraswami and asked who he was and heard his story,
he said, as the youth bent low before him: "Sir, you have come to my
hermitage, a guest fainting with hunger. Rise, bathe, and partake of the meal I
have gained by begging."
Then Chandraswami said
to him: "Holy sir, I am a Brahman. How can I partake of such a meal?"
Then the
hermit-magician went into his hut and out of tenderness to his guest he thought
of a magic spell(Mantra) which grants all desires. And the spell(Mantra)
appeared in bodily form, and said: "What shall I do?" And the hermit
said: "Treat that man as an honoured guest."
Then Chandraswami was
astonished to see a golden palace rise before him and a grove with women in it.
They came to him from the palace and said: "Sir, rise, come, bathe, eat,
and meet our mistress." So they led him in and gave him a chance to bathe
and anoint himself and dress. Then they led him to another room.
There the youth
saw a woman of wonderful beauty, whom the Creator must have made to see what he
could do. She rose and offered him half of her seat. And he ate heavenly food
and various fruits and chewed betel leaves and sat happily with her on the
couch.
In the morning he
awoke and saw the temple to Shiva, but the heavenly creature was gone, and the
palace, and the women in it. So he went out in distress, and the hermit in his
hut smiled and asked him how he had spent the night. And he said: "Holy
sir, through your kindness I spent a happy night, but I shall die without that
heavenly creature."
Then the hermit
laughed and said: "Stay here. You shall have the same happiness again
to-night." So Chandraswami enjoyed those delights every night through the
favour of the hermit.
Finally Chandraswami
came to see what a mighty spell(Mantra) that was. So, driven on by his fate, he
respectfully begged the hermit: "Holy sir, if you really feel pity for a
poor suppliant like me, teach me that spell which has such power."
And when he
insisted, the hermit said: "You could never win the spell. One has to
stand in the water to win it. And it weaves a net of magic to bewilder the man
who is repeating the words, so that he cannot win it. For as he mumbles it, he
seems to lead another life, first a baby, then a boy, then a youth, then a
husband, then a father. And he falsely imagines that such and such people are
his friends, such and such his enemies. He forgets his real life and his desire
to win the spell. But if a man mumbles it constantly for twenty-four years, and
remembers his own life, and is not deceived by the network of magic, and then
at the end burns himself alive, he comes out of the water, and has real magic
power. It comes only to a good pupil, and if a teacher tries to teach it to a
bad pupil, the teacher loses it too. Now you have the real benefit through my
magic power. Why insist on more? If I lost my powers, then your happiness would
go too."
But Chandraswami said:
"I can do anything. Do not fear, holy sir." And the hermit promised
to teach him the spell. What will holy men not do out of regard to those who
seek aid?
So he purified
himself and purified Chandraswami and made him sip holy water, and then he
taught him the magic spell. And Chandraswami bowed to his teacher on the bank,
and plunged into the river.
And as he mumbled
the words of the spell in the water, he was bewildered by its magic. He forgot
all about his past life, and went through another life. He was born in another
city as the son of a Brahman. Then he grew up, was consecrated, and went to
school. Then he took a wife, and after many experiences half pleasant, half
painful, he found himself the father of a family. Then he lived for some years
with his parents and his relatives, devoted to wife and children, and
interested in many things.
While he was
experiencing all these labours of another life, the hermit took pity on him and
repeated magic words(mantras) to enlighten him. And Chandraswami was
enlightened in the midst of his new life. He remembered himself and his
teacher, and saw that the other life was a network of magic. So he prepared to
enter the fire in order to win magic power.
But older people
and reliable people and his parents and his relatives tried to prevent him. In
spite of them he hankered after heavenly pleasures, and went to the bank of a
river where a funeral pile had been made ready. And his relatives went with
him. But when he got there he saw that his old parents and his wife and his
little children were weeping.
And he was perplexed,
and thought: "Alas! If I enter the fire, all these my own people will die.
And I do not know whether my teacher's promise will come true or not. Shall I
go into the fire, or go home? No, no. How could a teacher with such powers
promise falsely? Indeed, I must enter the fire." And he did.
And he was
astonished the feel the fire as cool as snow, and lost his fear of it. Then he
came out of the water of the river, and found himself on the bank. He saw his
teacher standing there, and fell at his feet, and told him the whole story,
ending with the blazing funeral pile.
Then his teacher
said: "My son, I think you must have made some mistake. Otherwise, why did
the fire seem cool to you? That never happens in the winning of this magic
spell."
And Chandraswami said:
"Holy sir, I do not remember making any mistake." Then his teacher
was eager to know about it, so he tried to remember the spell himself. But it
would not come to him or to his pupil. So they went away sad, having lost their
magic.
When the Betal had told this story, he
asked the king: "O King, explain the matter to me. Why did they lose their
magic, when everything had been done according to precept?"
Then the king
said: "O magic creature, I see that you are only trying to waste my time.
Still, I will tell you. Magic powers do not come to a man because he does
things that are hard, but because he does things with a pure heart. The Brahman
youth was defective at that point. He hesitated even when his mind was
enlightened. Therefore he failed to win the magic. And the teacher lost his
magic because he taught it to an unworthy pupil."
Then the Betal
went back to his home. And the king ran to find him, never hesitating.
To be continued...
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