Walking shifted to play practice today. While the city’s Convention Centre had the opening night for the Parliament of World Religions, and our downtown temple was celebrating the anniversary of when an extraordinary spring of water manifest in the holy district of Vrndavan, India, I was immersed in the story of a king—in a drama.
King Chitraketu was hard-pressed to have offspring, but was unsuccessful in producing, and so a sage came circumstantially. He offered kheer Prasad—blessed, sweetened rice—to the monarch who offered it to his principal queen, who then bore a child. The sage paid heed to the fact that a child brings both joy and sorrow. “First, joy will come, then lamentation will follow,” said the sage. The king was attentive to the first half of the statement but ignored the second portion.
Life in the palace went on in a relative happiness and for some time until the seething spirit of jealousy set in from the queens who were co-wives. They plotted to poison the child and they succeeded. A shockwave went through the kingdom of Surasena. The father and mother of the boy were devastated but that feeling of breaking down transformed into insight. Purification manifested. The king’s partiality to the one wife reduced. A reconciliation took place. Hearts softened and everything looked up. Tomorrow is the performance.
May the Source be with you!