Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 21:59:03 -0500 (EST) From: malgosia askanas <ma-AT-panix.com> Subject: A bit of gaudy puppetry in the clouds When Sankara saw how sad the Goddess was, he said to her, 'How can you be so sad just because you lack a son, beautiful goddess? If you want to kiss the face of a son all over, I will make a son for you; kiss him if you yearn to do so.' As he said this, Shiva pulled at the gown of the daughter of the mountain and made a son with that fabric, and then Sankara said, 'Daughter of the mountain, take your son and kiss him as much as you wish.' Parvati said, 'How can this piece of cloth be the source of a son for me? This is my red dress. Stop teasing me, great lord Shiva; I do not have the mentality of a common beast. How shall I rejoice in a son obtained by means of a piece of cloth?' But when she said this, the Goddess born of the mountain made the cloth into the shape of a son, and she held him to her breast, brooding upon the teasing words of her husband. And when that cloth in the form of a son had touched the breast of the Goddess, it came to life and fell from her breast, and it quivered and quickened more and more. As she saw it quickening, Parvati cried out: 'Live, live!', and she caressed it with the two lotuses which she held in her hands as she spoke before Shiva. Then the boy came to life, getting his life's breath at that very moment, and he made Parvati rejoice as he cried out indistinctly, 'Mama! Mama!' The Goddess took the little boy and was filled with maternal love; she held him to her breast and gave him her breasts to suck, and milk flowed from her breasts. As the boy drank the milk, his lotus face broke into a smile, and he gazed up at his mother's face and she kissed his face all over. [The Birth of Ganesha (from the Brhaddharma Purana)] --- from list nietzsche-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu ---
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