Reading Notes: Shiva Parvati: A Story of Divine Love

  • Recall that Sati killed herself during a sacrifice that Shiva was not invited to, and she was reborn as Parvati.
  • So Narada does go everywhere chanting "Narayan!"
  • Narada tells Himavat, her father, she is destined to marry Shiva. Himavat then takes her to wait upon Shiva.
  • Parvati seemed to tirelessly work to h1lep Shiva with his rituals, attended to him in every manner, and she began to fall in love with him.
  • Taraka is an asura who takes over heaven. Brahma granted him a boon that made him super powerful. Brahma, why do you keep creating problems? Oh...
  • He says the son of Parvati and Shiva will defeat Taraka.
  • Kama has a flowery bow with flowery arrows that manage to cast Shiva under the spell of love for a moment.
    • What if Kama and Rati gather together a team of a few other love gods from other pantheons to actually help succeed in making Shiva fall in love with Parvati? There is strength in numbers.
    • Rati is the goddess of lust, right?
  • I am sure I do not understand the caste system that well, but would Godhood not bypass caste or ancestry in Shiva's case?
  • Did not some other people have to convince him to marry her? Did he not only marry her out of (I can't think of what the word is here...)?
  • Does Shiva actually love Parvati? Would he really be Kama's slave? I feel that based on the other things I have seen and read on this subject seem imply otherwise.
  • A seed was so hot that Agni could barely hold it: how ironic.
  • Kartikeya was born of several people: the nymphs, Ganga, and Agni. All of this was in a Hindu Calendar Art video I think...  Shiva provided the seed. Agni acted as an incubator. Ganga was a womb. The nymphs nurtured the seed. All of this means that Kartikeya had eight mothers plus one extra father?
Shiva Parvati - Navarathri Golu Dolls
Web Source: Vinoth Chandar on Flickr

Bibliography. "Shiva Parvati: A Story of Divine Love (Volume 506)" from Amar Chitra Katha, link to Reading Guide.

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