Everyone craves enriching experiences. Sure, some make it happen through bold decisions that ferry them around the world bringing them in touch with wondrous instances, but some like me just turn lucky and let the experiences find us – in this case, find me brooding in front of a computer screen and bent over voluminous books at an old library. However big or small, an enriching experience is always worth keeping etched in mind for as long as my long-term memory would permit. This one, for that matter, would seem to be an uncanny thing to dwell upon; but hey, who’s to decide what’s special for each one.
I’ve never been an atheist, though I’ve been drawn very close to being one a number of times. Nor am I an ardent believer of the ideas of God that religion & society have taught me since I began comprehending. Despite my fluctuating notions of God, or a mystical power that controls the universe, what keep me glued to spirituality are instances like these.
I’ve been reading the untold-yet-ever-so-enthralling story of establishment of Bahubali at Dharmastala. (Too much, maybe.) Imagination is a gift I’ve received in abundance, and I couldn’t refrain from connecting the dots in my mind through what I’ve read here.
It cannot be so that perfections exist in nature, in collective human will and in the endless documents of time just out of random selection. I do not like to believe that there is no metaphysical force that overlooked an epic instance in history like this one, and ensured it’s success. I have so far assumed that the hues of the evening sky & the beautiful outrage of a volcano cannot happen through random selection or purposeless coincidences; and after mentally experiencing a story of this sort, I believe collective human will is not a mortal aspect either. Whether or not we believe in the legend of Bahubali; the story of establishment of Bahubali at Dharmastala is a divine miracle we HAVE to believe. So it simply cannot be true that some dreams die off even before blooming fully, while some impossible ones are ferried to reality in this scale – just out of random choice of nature!
I’m sure the ballad of Bahubali at Dharmastala is just another testimony of collective human will in the flow of time- there are plenty more of the sort. But for a seeker who has been in search of evidences that point towards a higher power, it is a reassurance of exceptional value. It should have happened because a deity, of any form (or no form), willed for it to happen. Despite all the impossibility theories predicted, it worked out because the conscience of nature, religion & spirituality backed the idea. Just like I assume there is a conscience that makes a flower bloom, there must have been a conscience that ensured this dream became a reality.
Could be a grand indication for a mid-way-atheist towards the existence of a transcendental force, could be an idiot’s imagination running wild at the time of sleep. The story of Bahubali is another dot I am connecting to multiple others inside my head. What I’m thankful for is the liberty to have experienced a great old story my own way. For someone who’d read this without context, it might seem like I’m exaggerating an event in time to vision it like a saga. So let me leave you some context, and you could leave me a few of your takes for further enrichment.