Lord Shiva vs Kaal-Asura

Har Har Mahadev. The end of an era doesn’t just bring destruction. He leaves behind him a silence that is more terrifying than death. After that great war of creation, only ashes and silence were left on the earth. Everything had been burnt to ashes. But in this pile of ashes there was a breath that had not stopped for centuries. Maharishi’s meditation was connected to the depths of the universe. But suddenly destiny changed its course. That light did not contain the blessing of creation but a terrible message of the coming cataclysm.

Destruction is returning. A dark power that the depths of the earth had imprisoned for thousands of years. Now my chains were breaking. I need to awaken that weapon. Maharishi knew that the power that could stop this catastrophe lay not in these plains but in that light from where the sky and the earth converse. But the fire of the underworld was not going to let them reach that weapon so easily. Asura, the oldest curse in the universe, had awakened from its slumber. The sage did not care which mountain was behind him. Their destination now was the universe from where Astra was to descend. Aavahanam. The fire of Asura and the brilliance of Maharishi, the universe was about to witness the clash of these two forces once again.

That divine call of Maharishi had awakened the hope of light in the sky. There, the biggest form of death was taking shape by tearing the chest of the earth. Kalsura was no less than a mountain made of the fire of the underworld and his breath was filled with only the heat of destruction. His every step was destroying whatever little existence was left of nature. Its light was not golden but bloody and poisonous. Creation will be reduced to ashes, everything will be reduced to ashes. That dark energy of the underworld had filled even the skeletons of the remaining creatures with fear. My time has come. This challenge of the demon was tearing the sky. But the mind of the warrior monk sitting in meditation on the top of that mountain was beyond even this echo of death.

The Asura started feeling the sting of the golden light coming from that peak. The darkness of the underworld could not tolerate this divine brightness of the sky. The whole mountain trembled with that blow of the demon. But the meditation of the monk sitting on the peak remained steadfast. You will not survive. That divine light was like poison to this king of the underworld. In his arrogance he resolved to destroy that divine energy. Appear Maharishi. That last word changed the sky forever.

The light that emerged from that crack in the sky, the form of Brahma, showed the status of that fire in the underworld. The Yogavada universe was witnessing the rebirth of that divine weapon, its greatest protector. A single glimpse of the weapon born from the power of the gods is enough to reduce darkness to ashes. The fury of Hades couldn’t even touch that pure divine energy. That divine bow made the demon realize his true status. These lights are deceptive. The touch of Maharishi had given a ray of hope to the world but a monk did not have the ability to use this divine weapon. Its not warriors, the sages had understood that now it was time for someone else to bear the burden of creation. He had to return the divine weapon to its rightful owner before the wrath of Patala overpowered him again. Finding his warrior and receiving the final command from the monk, the divine bow set out, tearing through the sky. In search of that warrior whose blood was filled with the resolve to protect the universe.

When death is standing right in front of you, the speed of time seems the fastest. But when the universe itself chooses someone, then even time has to stop its steps. The choice of weapon is the choice of the gods. He stopped where the world was not looking. But the heart of a warrior was beating. That one touch stopped the beat of the universe. Everyone stayed where they were. His soul left his physical body and ascended to that divine dimension where only the Creator of the universe resides.

To stop the destruction of his fire, Mahadev gave him the secret knowledge which was the basic mantra of creation and destruction of the universe. Such knowledge that only a true warrior could possess. His ego is his end. My blessings will lighten your burden. An ordinary human body could not bear the tremendous divine energy of the weapon. Therefore, Mother Parvati infused her divine power into the veins of that warrior. When his eyes opened, he was no longer just a warrior. There was a trinity on his forehead and the divine power of creation flowed through his veins. Hades had received his final challenge. The new protector of the universe had entered the battlefield.

Your pride will be your funeral pyre. The collision of the two energies was so intense that even the walls of time trembled. The power of creation flowed through the warrior’s veins. But within the demon lay the accumulated anger of ages. Water in the dark. The bravery of the warrior was amazing. But Kalsur was the king of the underworld. There was no end to his tricks and his dark power. When the weapon fails and the body begins to give up, then a warrior’s last strength is his call. Everywhere Shiva. Wherever the ashes fall, only one power resides there. Mahakaal, the time of all times. No matter how huge the ego is, its existence becomes ashes in front of the wrath of Mahakaal’s moment. The fires of the underworld had been extinguished forever. This earth, reborn from ashes, once again welcomed a new dawn. Mahadev Har Har Mahadev. Everywhere Shiva. Om Namah Shivay. Shivaya