One special day, shortly after the return of Sri SitaRama, the Royal Assembly was packed with honourable people. Different walks of life had come from far and wide across Bharati (India) to witness the transformation of Prince Rama to King Rama- the coronation ceremony.
Sugriva, Angada, Vibhisana, Laksmana, Bharata, Satrughna, and a host of valiant guest kings entered the large solar auditorium filled with people, and highly embellished since the coronation of the Emperor and Empress. Speaking with love and respect reflecting through their eyes, faces, words, and gestures, everyone took their seats in the assembly.
With brilliant flashes of gems and polished weapons, shining silks, aesthetic music, sparkling faces, and jovial moods, the assembly radiated a superlative lightness which uplifted the spirit immediately upon entrance, and an effervescence that infused delight. An amazing perfume wafted throughout the shining gemmed corridors and halls, galleys and balconies, and amongst the floors and stages.
At last the Royal Sages arrived and the entire assembly rose to greet them in honour. Accepting their seats on the stage, those resplendent Sages headed by Vasistha looked like suns, moons and stars floating on earth.
Then, to the musical sound of clarinets, conches and drums, the Emperor and Empress entered and ascended the stage. Offering their respects to the Sages they took their seats under the Solar Arc, majestically, like a lion and lioness. From their golden throne Emperor Rama and Empress Sita greeted the assembled dignitaries, who hailed them with great affection. And situated there, below the throne, beside his lotus feet, near his red velvet footstool, sat Hanumanji. He shone like molten gold.
Sita and Rama were humorous that day. They kept looking at each other and towards the humble, servitude servant of humanity, meek but very sensitive Hanumanji. Then Sri Rama’s voice echoed,
“Dear Empress, tell Hanuman today who I really am, as well as yourself, and also what this entire world is. Tell him kindly where all beings of the world are heading, and to which all knowledge uplifts, enlightens, and liberates. Tell him that.”
Sri Rama looked at Sita and said this. Sitaji looked at humble Hanuman and spoke,
“Dear son Hanuman, look at me. I am so pleased with you that I would like to introduce you to ourselves. Listen, Sri Rama is beginning less, endless, eternal, and imperishable. He is inconceivable and indescribable. He is beyond the reach of thought and action.”
Hanumanji looked up and began constantly looking humbly to Sitaji as a child looks at his mother when she is teaching him some important point of life.
“Death, misunderstanding and afflictions do not reach my husband. Therefore, he is indicated as Satchidanandamaya.
“He is motionless, doing nothing he just exists. All that is attributed to him as though he did it are all my creations. They are my performances. Even his appearance in this form has taken place because of me. I am the Yoga Maya.
“I am not outside him. His existence is not possible without me. I am his eternal power. Appearance of this phenomenal world is my luxury, my pleasure. Millions and billions of cosmic universes emanate from me. I am the giver of birth and all creation, the preserver and the nourisher of all good creation, and destroyer of karma, existence and worn out life in them all. The appearance of this mundane world is a vibration in power. And that power I am, as well as the very vibrations themselves. And I am the power of this Sri Rama. Completely non-different from him.
“Imposed by me, upon this Lord of my heart, the Truth, consciousness, and bliss reflect back upon me and I shine as sandhini, samvit, and lhadini. Again, these are potencies of the Lord of mine. Through vibrations of these reflections, I introduce the transcendental worlds of Saketa, Goloka, Vaikuntha, and so on. When the rays of their dazzle travel far below, enveloped by my gross power, they transform as satva, rajas, and tamas. From these comes forth the world. Thus the entire visible, imaginable, conceivable world is my sporty adventure.
“But, I’ve no meaning of me for myself at all, except his love. I have no purpose to exist at all unless and until or as long as this, my beloved, keeps looking at me. The purpose of my existence is to entertain him. I am alive, in appearance only as long as my lord needs me. As soon as he no longer needs me, I submerge into him. I become one with him.” Sitaji said and became quiet.
Tears rolled down the molten gold cheeks of Hanumanji. He remembered when, in Lanka, Lord Rama refused to accept her, she had entered the fire and tried to cease to exist. As soon as he accepted to keep her, she came from the midst of the burning flames of the fire.
“Oh mother, mother, don’t do that anymore. Never, never. I can’t bear that. This time if it happens I too would vanish with you.” Hanumanji plunged into a sea of emotion and spoke abruptly. The whole assembly melted in devotion with Hanumanji.
“Dear Hanuman,” Said Sri Rama, “Empress Sita is the mother of the Universe. She is an embodiment of devotion. You are blessed. You have her mercy. She will never leave you with her devotion form. Your existence and devotion is unanimous. That is why you are an inseparable part of our family. No matter what form, as long as devotion survives in your heart, life-size towering above all worldly ambitions, you are always my family member. Sita herself is SatiDevi-BhaktiDevi (one who is purer than all). ‘Eternal-Happiness’ and ‘Compassionate Understanding’ are her two sons. Until and unless this love-incarnate illustrious Goddess Supreme comes in life, the heart remains dirty, unclean, and eyes remain blurry in context to Truth and illusion, right and wrong.
“This apparent, vast diversity of the world is nothing but a display of the gunas (physical manifestations of humours) acting upon the ‘para-gunas’ (metaphysical qualities of cosmos). As long as heart is contaminated by their smearing of holy cow dung, soul goes on being encapsuled by bags of flesh, blood and bone. This envelopment changes after every 70 to 100 years, and continues beginninglessly and endlessly. Then soul becomes obsessed by each new form. He does not want to listen to anything beyond what is taught to him in the childhood. And in the Iron Age, educational systems become victims of the dictatorial ambitions of the rulers, preachers, king and presidents. Through emperialized education, helpless but bright children are programmed like computers only to remain in the hypnotic trance of identity crisis, obsessed with body-ambitions, directed toward for a short time to the visible material world, targeting only fame, wealth, and sex.