Narasimha

An allegory that serves as a premonition and a guidance

Once upon a time there lived a king who believed himself to be a god. He acquired a few tricks from the lower realms, conjured them to flash and impress, created a false world with himself as center, demanded submission.

All subjected except the one born of his own blood, his son. “No, it can’t be, Truth is God,” declared that little lad.

“Ha! i am the greatest there is,” enforced the king and tortured his own son into submission.

The lad remained steadfast: “I only yield to Truth.”

“Truth? Where is your Truth? Is it hiding inside this pillar?” So says the king, and in blind ego smashes a pillar in his own artificial construct of a palace, only for Truth, in half-man, half-beast form, to emerge in full glory.

(Here i insert my own imagination: wouldn’t Jack Nicholson play this part with aplomb? In costume, roaring, “Truth? You want the Truth? You can’t handle the Truth!”)

The description goes on to say that it didn’t take much to rip apart the over inflated ego. Just the edge of the nail, razor sharp as diamond.

This is the story of Narasimha avatar that we are told, both as a premonition, and as guidance. Premonition to what happens when egoic selves bloat themselves up; and as guidance to what all can manifest in devotion to that which is True.

Today’s self-proclaimed gods look like inflated hot air balloons. All gas. It won’t take much, just a prick from the tip of a razor sharp nail.

And nothing is as razor sharp as the clarity of Seeing.

Seeing through all the illusory constructs, right down to the Truth, dazzling like a diamond.