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IV 49-51    jnanam tvam eva sya vibho krpayopadisa dhuna ko hi nama kule jatam putram maurkhyena yojayet (51/28)
Vasistha continued:
The sage then saw in front of him a huge Kadamba tree which had a majestic appearance.
It seemed to wipe with its hands (its foliage) the tears (raindrops) of his beloved sky.
It had actually covered the space between heaven and earth with the thousands of its arms (branches), and it stood like the cosmic form of the Lord, with the sun and the moon for his eyes.
Laden with flowers, it rained them on the holy and divine sages who traversed the sky.
And the bees that dwelt on it sang a song of welcome to those sages.
(The detailed description of the tree is graphic and beautiful.)
The sage ascended this tree which stood like a pillar linking heaven and earth.
He sat on the topmost branch of the tree.
For a brief moment, he let his eyes roam in all the directions.
He had a vision of the cosmic being.
(The detailed description given in chapter 50 of what he saw is also interesting.)
Because he had taken his abode on the Kadamba tree, he had come to be known as Kadamba-dasura.
He commenced his austerities sitting on the top of that tree.
He had been accustomed to the ritualistic performances enjoined in the Vedas, and so he engaged himself in their performance, but this time mentally.
Yet, such is the power of such mental performance, it purified the sage's mind and his heart, and he attained pure wisdom.
One day, he beheld in front of him a nymph clad in flowers.
She was extremely beautiful.
The sage asked her:
"O beautiful lady, with your radiance you can overpower even Cupid. Who are you?"
She replied:
"Lord, I am a deity of the forest.
In this world, nothing is unattainable to one who resorts to the presence of an enlightened sage like you.
I have just been to attend a festival in the forest, where I met several other goddesses of the forest, each one of them with her offspring.
I was the only one among them who had no children.
Hence, I am unhappy.
However, when you are in this forest, why should I be unhappy?
Grant me a son or I shall reduce myself to ashes."
The sage picked up a creeper and, handing it to her, said:
"Go. Just as this creeper will produce flowers in a month, you too, will give birth to a son."
The grateful goddess went away.
She returned to the sage, after twelve years, with the son of that age.
She said:
"Lord, this is your son.
And, I have instructed him in all branches of learning.
I pray that you may instruct him in self-knowledge.
For, who will let one's son grow into a fool?"
The sage accepted to do so, and the goddess went away.
From that day, the sage began to instruct the young man in all branches of self-knowledge.
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[The Supreme Yoga - a new translation of the Yoga Vasistha ] [ Swami Venkatesananda ] ( 2nd ed. 1991 - 2 vol ) - published by The Divine Life Society - Himalayas, India

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