Kamanita/Vasitthi happy ever after in NIRVANA LAND...but poor Yawares is still a prisoner in DISNEYLAND!!!
Kamanita And Vasitthi
[By KARL GJELLERUP]
The New Brahma
But when it began to grow almost black, the new
Brahmā flashed into existence, the Hundred‐thousandfold
Brahmā, who illumines and preserves a hundred thousand
And the Brahmā sent forth a joyous summons to
"Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas! "
"Wake up, all you beings! All you who have rested
throughout the whole of creationʹs night in the lap of
nothingness! Here, to me! Form the new Brahmā universe;
enjoy the new world day, each one in your place, each
one according to your strength!"
And the beings and the worlds sprang forth from
the darkness of the void, star by star, and the jubilant
shouts of a hundred thousand voices and the sound like
a hundred thousand drums and conch‐horns rang in the
"Hail! The Hundred‐thousandfold Brahmā who
calls us to the new universe and the new day! Hail to us
who are called to share the new day with Him, and to
reflect His divine glory in bliss!"
When Kāmanīta saw and heard all this he was
filled with deep compassion.
"These beings and these worlds, these stellar gods,
and the Hundred‐thousandfold Brahmā himself shout for
joy to welcome the universal day — rejoicing in their own
existence. And why? Because they do not understand it."
And this compassion of his for the world, for the
gods, and for the Supreme God, vanquished in Kamanita
the last remnant of his conceit and self‐concern.
But he now considered:
"During this new day also, perfect Buddhas are
certain to appear who will declare the Ultimate Truth. And
when these deities I see around me now, hear about the
possibility of their liberation and remember that in the
earliest dawn of the universal day they saw a being who
went away, out of the universe, then that memory will be
to their advantage. They will say to themselves — 'Already
one from our midst — one who was a part of ourselves —
has preceded us on that road,' and that will aid their
enlightenment. So I shall help all in helping myself. For in
truth no‐one can help themselves without helping all."
Very soon, some of the stellar gods began to notice
that there was one amongst them who did not shine ever
brighter like the others, but who, on the contrary, steadily
diminished in brilliance.
And they called to him:
"Ho, there, brother! Turn your gaze upon the Great
Hundred‐thousandfold Brahmā, that way you will recover
your brilliance and shine like us. For you also, brother, are
called to the bliss of reflecting the glory of the Supreme
When the gods called to him thus, Kāmanīta
neither looked nor listened. And the gods who saw him
grow ever paler were greatly troubled about him. And
they appealed to Mahā‐Brahmā.
"Great Brahmā, Our Light and Preserver, look
upon this poor being who is too weak to shine as we do,
whose brilliance continually decreases and does not
increase! Oh, give him your blessèd attention, illumine
him, revive him! For surely you have also
called him to reflect your divine glory in bliss."
And the Great Brahmā, full of tenderness for all
beings, turned his attention to Kāmanīta to refresh and
strengthen him. But Kāmanīta's light, nevertheless, de‐
Then the Great Brahmā was more grieved that this
one being would not allow himself to be illumined by him
and did not reflect his glory, than he was glad that a
hundred thousand sunned themselves in his light and
hailed him with shouts of joy. And he withdrew a large
part of his divinely illuminating power from the universe
— power sufficient to set a thousand worlds on fire — and
he directed it on Kāmanīta.
But Kāmanīta's light continued to pale, as though
drawing nearer to complete disappearance.
Mahā‐Brahmā now became a prey to great anxiety.
"This one star withdraws from my influence — so
then I am not omnipotent. I do not know the way he is
going, so I am not omniscient. For he is not expiring as do
the beings who expire in death, to be reborn each accor‐
ding to their actions; not as the worlds go out in the brahmā
night, only to shine forth again. What light illumines his
way, seeing that he disdains mine? Is there then another
light more radiant than mine? And a road which leads in
the opposite direction to mine — a road to untraversed
lands? Shall I myself, perhaps, ever take that road — that
path to the untraversed land?"
And now the minds of the stellar gods also became
filled with great anxiety, great trouble.
"This one withdraws from the power of the Great
Brahmā — so then, is the Great Brahmā not omnipotent?
What light can be lighting his way, seeing that he disdains
that of the Great Brahmā? Is there then another light more
splendid than that which we so blissfully reflect? And a
road that leads in the opposite direction to ours — a road
to an untraversed land? Shall we, perhaps, ever take that
road — the road to the untraversed land?
Then the Hundred‐thousandfold Brahmā pondered
— "My mind is made up. I shall re‐absorb my illuminating
power, now diffused throughout space, and shall plunge
all these worlds again into the darkness of the brahmā
night. And when I have gathered my light into a single ray
I shall turn it upon that one being in order to rescue him
for this my brahmā world."
And the Hundred‐thousandfold Brahmā now re‐
absorbed all the illuminating power which he had diffused
throughout space, so that the worlds sank again into the
darkness of the Brahmā night. And gathering his light into
a single ray, he directed it on Kāmanīta.
"Henceforward there must shine at this point," he
willed, "the most radiant star in all my brahmā world."
Then the Hundred‐thousandfold Brahmā drew
back into himself that ray which had illuminating power
great enough to set a hundred thousand worlds on fire,
and again unleashed his blazing light throughout the
whole of space.
At the point, however, where he had hoped to see
the most radiant of all the stars, only a little, slowly fading
spark was to be seen.
And while in immeasurable space, worlds upon
worlds flashed and shouted as they pressed forward once
again into the new brahmā day, the pilgrim Kāmanīta went
out — out of the sphere of knowledge of gods and humans.
Out, quite as the light of a lamp goes out when it has
consumed the last drop of oil in its wick.
Kāmanīta's pilgrimage was complete.
Thank you so very much for reading my (teenagehood )favorite love story! I know that many of you already got THE PILGRIM KAMANITA book link from Bhikkhu Gavesako..which is a complete story..not edited like mine.