As the Story Will Tell Itself: To Become the Mouth Which Holds the Universe

Where I was about to note a comment, the video beat me to it. They ways in which the world and ideas are represented, like in a balance of male and female, are interesting ways of viewing them. However, culture takes this and corrupts it. Sexist values and power-hungry politics choose to take some of these things literally to justify the oppression, persecution, and abuse of certain groups of people in society. Being all too aware of this practice, that makes it hard to objectively look at and think about these concepts without reminders of said corruption from society. If he banyan tree provides shade, then we both have a lot in common. Ha! It is interesting to think of a snake, especially a cobra, something so venomous, as a symbol of fertility, something to create rather than destroy life. Red as potential energy; green as realized energy: that sounds like a stop light. Now white meaning stillness and black meaning movement seems opposite to what I would have expected. White wou...

Some music to help set up the atmosphere It was a dark, stormy night. Lightening flashed across the heavens. Thunder roared over the land. Wind howled through forests. Trees creaked and moaned. A blind noblewoman's screams from childbirth could be heard echoing among castle walls. Her nurse stayed by her side trying to soothe her and help her along in the process. Finally, something slid out with a loud glorp . No sounds of a crying child could be heard. The nurse stared in horror, for her lady had given birth to a putrid mass of flesh. She fainted. "Nurse? Nurse?" cried the woman. "Why is my child silent, nurse? Please, tell me it is not stillborn. Where is it? Let me hold my child!" She reached towards the foot of the bed. Feeling around, her hand finally found the mass, and she recoiled in disgust and horror as it pulsed and writhed at her touch. The noblewoman broke down. She could not keep such a monstrosity. If anyone knew about this, shame would b...

Bearing the children of the gods is instant? There is no need to worry about the nine months of discomfort and possible death from childbirth? Plus you end up with amazing children? That sounds like a sweet deal if you want children. I thought the sage did tell Kunthi that the mantra would summon a god of her choice for pleasure. Did she not use it because she was not sure if it would work? If the people of the forest thought Pandu and his wives were deities, those three could easily have taken advantage of these people. This could have resulted in a different curse cast upon Pandu but still lead to similar results. Okay, but partially jokingly, someone could, and probably has, write some crazy smut about Kunthi and the gods. The twins did not train with Kunthi's sons. I swear, the twins always seem to get the short end of the stick throughout the epic. Narayan's version of the epic did not mention how Gandhari had one hundred sons, and I can see why. To give birth to a p...

The animation of the videos really helps in visualizing the story. The drawing style is cute, too. This brings a thought to try to write and draw a story in the form of a comic. Unfortunately, this may take too much time to do. It still may be fun and worth a shot. I had completely forgotten about Bhishma was given a gift to choose his time of death. That would have the ending part where he lay on a bed of arrows until the end of the war make more sense. You could write about Devavrat (Bhishma) making his vow of celibacy to bring the fisherman's daughter to his father. You could use imagery of the world shaking, sky darkening, lightening striking, thunder sounding, and so on to all the more highlight the doom that would come. The three Amb- sisters were stolen away? Was that part of a war that was waged to get them or something else? Write a more in-depth story as to what happened when Amba went to go see her love, King Shalva, and he rejecting her. Even better, explore Amba...