TO THE MOTHER OF ALL MOTHERS
“Welcome, Sati Ma, Jagdamba!”said the hermit , “I have waited for this, for four hundred years. Come, please take your seat,” he said as he pointed towards an extra deerskin lying right in front of him.
Sati felt like She had known this man for all those four hundred years, and more. She settled down, comfortable both in body and in mind.
He looked at Her with a glance that was full of the kindness of an elder and yet had a certain awe and respect of a child.
“Sati, do you know what brought you to this cave?” he asked.
“No,” She replied.
“Do you know what brought you to this world?” he asked a second question.
“What brought me to this world?”
“Yes. It is the same one that wills both. Find one and the other you will know,” said the sage mystically.
“What brings us to this world… our parents’ affections, their desire. We are all a fulfillment of love, a manifestation of togetherness,” Sati replied.
The sage smiled. “Ah, desire… affections! I must appreciate your maturity, forthrightness and etiquette. Spoken like a princess, indeed. But this body as you know it, is just a shell. It comes by procreation. But procreation is not the whole of creation! With each birth, a higher power participates with procreation and thus, comes creation. It is God who wills you on this earth. Here, have this prasad,” he said, taking a roasted walnut from the fire.
“God?” She asked.
“Yes, God. Shiva, to be precise.
It is Shiva who wills all things. But with you in particular, it is Shiva who desires.”
“So, it is Shiva who brought me to this cave?”
“Yes, the whole universe is His cave, Where He awaits your arrival by His hearth.”
Sati looked around as if to spot Shiva sitting in the corner of the cave, and asked,“So, where is He?”
“This is the interesting thing,” said the sage. “He awaits your arrival, but until you come, He won’t appear Himself!”
“You mean…”
“I mean, God has not manifested Himself to us as yet, and it is thus that we await your arrival, with the greatest earnest.
Your birth signals that now, the birthless one Himself is to arrive. So too, you are the Generatrix of all things, little mother.”
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