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Then King Vikram went back to the tree, and again and took Betaal on his shoulder

Betaal again starts a new story

There is a city called Ujjayini, inferior only to Bhogavati and Amaravati. In that city there was a  Brahman, named Devasvamin, who had offered many sacrifices, and possessed great wealth, and who was highly honoured by the king, whose name was Chandraprabha.

In time there was born to that Brahman a son, named Chandrasvamin, and he, though he had studied the sciences, was, when he grew up, exclusively devoted to the vice of gambling.

Now once on a time that Brahman a son, Chandrasvamin, entered a great gambling-hall to gamble. Calamities seemed to be continually watching that hail with tumbling dice for rolling eyes, like the black antelope in colour, and saying to themselves: “Whom shall we seize on here ?“ And the hail, full of the noise of the altercations of gamblers, seemed to utter this cry “Who is there whose wealth I could not take away ?”

Then he entered the hall, and playing dice with gamblers, he lost his all, and then he lost borrowed money too. And when he was called upon to pay that impossible amount, he could not do it, so the keeper of the gambling hall seized him and beat him.

Brahman’s son when beaten all over his body, made himself like a stone, and to all appearance dead, and remained in that state.

When he had remained there in that condition for two or three days, the proprietor of the gambling establishment got angry, and said, in the gambling hall to the gamblers who frequented it , “Throw him into some blind well”

When the proprietor said this to the gamblers they took up him and carried him to a distant wood, to look for a well.

Then the gamblers left Chandrasvamin in the forest as they didn’t found the well and went their ways, and he rose up and entered an empty temple.

There he recovered his strength a little, and reflected in his grief: “Being  overconfiding, I have been robbed by these gamblers by down right cheating, so where can I go in this condition? What would my father say of me? So I will remain here for the present, and at night I will go out.”

While he was going through these reflections, in hunger and nakedness, the sun abated his heat, and abandoned his garment the sky, and went to the mountain of setting.

Thereupon there came there a Pasupata ascetic, with his body smeared with ashes, with matted hair and a trident, When he saw Chandrasvamin he said to him : ‘Who are you?’

Thereupon Chandrasvamin told him his story, and bowed before him, and the hermit, when he heard it, said to hiim, “You have arrived at my hermitage, as an unexpected guest, so rise up, and take a food”
When the hermit said this to Chandrasvamin he answered : “I am a Brahman , how can I eat a part of your alms ?"

When the hermit, who possessed magic powers, heard that, he entered his hut, and called to mind the science which produced whatever one desires, and the science appeared to him when he called it to mind, and said : “What shall I do for you ?”

He gave this order  “Provide entertainment for this guest.” The science answered  “I will.” And then Chandrasvamin beheld a golden city rise up, and full of female slaves. These females came out of that city, and approached the astonished  Chandrasvamin and said to him “Rise up, sir, come, eat and forget your past.”

Then they took him inside, and made him bath, and they put splendid garments on him, and took him to another magnificent dwelling. There the young man beheld a young woman who seemed their chief. She rose up eager to welcome him, and made him sit beside her on her throne, and he partook with her of heavenly food, and ate up fruits.

Next morning he woke up, and saw only that temple there, and neither that city, nor that heavenly lady, nor her attendants. The hermit came out of the hut, smiling, and asked him how he had enjoyed himself in the night, and the discreet Chandrasvamin, in his despondency, said to the hermit:
“By your favour sir, I spent the night happily enough, but now, without that heavenly lady, my life will depart.”

When the hermit heard that,  he laughed and said to him: “Remain here , you shall have exactly the same experiences this night also.”

The hermit said this, Chandrasvamin consented to stay, and by the favour of the hermit he was provided, by the same means, with the same enjoyments every night.

At last he understood that this was all produced by magic science, so, one day, he asked hermit to teach this science.

When he urged this request , the hermit said to him “You cannot attain this science”

Though the hermit said this, Chandrasvamin persisted in saying to him “I shall be able to do all that is required, do not be anxious about that.”

Then the hermit consented to give him the science.  Then the Pasupata ascetic went to the bank of river, and said to him  “When, in repeating this charm you behold that illusion, I will recall you to consciousness by my magic power, and you must enter the fire which you will see in your illusion. For I shall remain here all the time on the bank of the river to help you.” When that prince of ascetics had said this, being himself pure, he duly communicated that charm to Chandrasvamin, who was purified and had rinsed his mouth with water.

Chandrasvamin bowed low before hermit, and plunged boldly into the river, while he remained on the bank. And while he was repeating over that charm in the water, he was at once bewildered by its deluding power, and cheated j forgetting the whole of that birth. And he imagined himself to be born in his, own person in another town, as the son of a certain Brahman, and he slowly grew up.

In his fancy he was invested with the Brahmanical thread, and studied the prescribed sciences, and married a wife, and was absorbed in the joys and sorrows of married life, and in course of time had a son born to him, and he remained in that town engaged in various pursuits, enslaved by love for his son, devoted to his wife, with his parents and relations.

While he was going through this illusion  he recollected himself and that hermit, and became aware that all that he was apparently going through was magic illusion, and he became eager to enter the fire, in order to gain the fruit which was to be attained by the charm, but he was surrounded by his elders, friends, superiors and relations, who all tried to prevent him, he went with his relations to the bank of the river, on which a pyre was prepared.

There be saw his aged parents and his wife ready to die with grief, and his  he said to himself “my relations will all die if I enter the fire, so shall I enter the fire?”

When the Brahman Chandrasvamin had gone through these reflections, he entered the fire. But the fire felt as cool to him as Snow. Then he rose up from the water of the river, the delusion having come to an end, and went to the bank. There he saw hermit on the bank, and when the hermit questioned him, he told him all his experiences, ending with the cool feel of the fire.

His teacher said to him  “I am afraid you have made some mistake in this incantation, otherwise how can the fire have become cool to you? This phenomenon in the process of acquiring this science is unprecedented.”

When Chandrasvamin heard this remark of the teacher’s he answered : “I am sure that I made no mistake.”

When hermit tried to find out mistake he too wasn't be able to find out. So, both of them had lost their science.

Then the Betaal had told this story, he once more put a question to Vikram “Rresolve this doubt of mine , tell me, why was the science lost to both of them though the incantation was performed in the prescribed way ?”

The king replied  “A man cannot obtain success, even by performing correctly a difficult ceremony, unless his mind was firm, unhesitating and pure from wavering. But in that business the mind of that spiritless young Brahman wavered, even when roused by his teacher, so his charm did not attain success, and his teacher lost his mastery over the charm, because he had bestowed it on an undeserving aspirant.”

When the king had said this, the Betaal again left his shoulder and went back invisible to his own place.

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Submitted By:vinitha swaraj
Date: 1/10/2011
very much dirty story. meaningless

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