Shri Hanuman felt compression for His innocent brother who was ignorantly moving toward danger land of the Himalayas. Bhimsen did not know it. Because of his great enthusiasm and loud roars, huge chunks of ice would break off and fall down upon him. Shri Hanuman also become conscious that Bhimsen should not encourage the Yakshas (a special superhuman race of Himalayan dwellers) who could either dangerously harm or insult him.
So Shri Hanuman, out of compassion, laid down on the narrow little path leading to the mysterious part of the Himalayas. Bhimsen arrived there and saw the left and right there were steep mountains, and between them there was a narrow little path, which was blocked by an old golden-haired monkey looking being. There was no way to proceed expect by jumping over that insignificant looking, sleeping Vanara (monkey like human).So in order to awaken Him,Bhimsen roared and roared.
Shri Hanuman looked at him and said,
"I am old and sick, sleeping peacefully in silence. You are a human being and you appear to be intelligent and literate. Why did you awake me? Human beings can not proceed any further. You may be prosecuted or misled by the astral protectors of this land. Where do you wan to go?"
"Who is asking you the way?" Bhimsen replied in an unsubtle,crude tone. "You must get out of the way and let me go."
"Look, here are many sweet fruits and roots. Eat them and rest and rest and you will be more powerful.Then you can go back from here. Who are you to come this inaccessible part of the world?" Shri Hanuman asked.
'I am Bhimsen, son of King Pandu, born in the dynasty of the Moon," And getting tired of talking to this useless being he said, "I don't need your suggestions. You know now who I am. Show me the way."
'I have already told you that this path is not open to human beings. You may run into danger," Shri Hanuman said.
‘Don't bother for me. Just move over a little," Bhimsen persisted.
"I am feeling too sleepy, I cannot get up. You jump over my body and make your way," said Shri Hanuman.
“By jumping, Shri Hanuman crossed the ocean. I can also jump over this mountain, but God resides in every living being, so it is against the law of reverence of life to cross over any living soul," Bhimsen replied. 'Who is Hanuman?" Shri Hanuman innocently asked.
“Shri Hanuman is the Messenger of Sri Ram, the son of the Wind God. In the search for Sita, He leapt eight hundred miles across the ocean. He is my elder brother. Just move your tail, even that will be sufficient for me to pass," Bhimsen replied.
'I am unable to move any of the limbs. If you are in hurry, kindly move my tail by yourself and your own passage," Shri Hanuman said.
Bhimsen bent low and with the fingers of his left hand tried to throw away His tail, but the tail did not move. He used his right hand carefully, but the Monkey's tail did not move. He put his mace down on ground and tried again within both hands.
Message:-"Hatred is the heaviest Cross of all, my child. Even the heavens pity the person who carries the Cross of Hatred, as this Cross gets heavier and by the moment. Always be in peace and be in silence. Even if you can be in one such state, you can live through nobly. ”
He applied his whole power, got hot and perspired, and began taking long, deep breaths, but the tail was so mysterious. It didn't move one tiny bit. Then he stood with folded hands and said politely, Please excuse me for my imprudence. If you feel me worthy, please introduce yourself."
"I am Shri Hanuman," He replied.
"In this wilderness?" Bhimsen was surprised.
"It is not really a wilderness. So many astral musicians, dancers, and nature lovers from other planets have made their residence all around here. They satisfy my heart through singing the pastimes of Lord Ram. By the blessings of mother Sita, all the enjoyments I require are arranged and presented by Devas (Gods), Gandharvas (court musicians from heaven) and Apsaras (celestial dancers), and since they cannot move freely among human beings, I also stay in this area. The Sougandhika lotus you want is quite near here. Its lake is there on the outside of the hill. Stop marching upward. This area is occupied by the the beings of other planets," Shri Hanuman said politely.
"It is my great, good fortune that I saw the lotus feet of my revered elder Brother," said Bhimsen, and he fell down at the feet of Shri Hanuman.
In answer to his request, Shri Hanuman described the various mystic incidents of the Ramayana. When Bhimsen heard about the huge, gigantic form of Shri Hanuman by which He leaped the ocean, he wanted to see it, after all Bhimsen was a power-lover.
"Don't wish to see it. In this Copper Age, no one can bear the great lustre and effulgence of that 'superhuman form. Man's capacities and higher faculties have been considerably reduced. The degree of higher values of human life has gone down," Shri Hanuman explained. "Why did it happen?" Bhimsen asked.
"Dharma (righteousness) is the root cause. Dharma is the very basis of memory, physical strength, endurance, and capacity to face the bliss. Dharma also influences the size of human beings. From the Golden Age until now, dharma has considerably reduced. And this has shortened the size of man. Now you cannot even face my enormous size I exhibited at that time. I am afraid you may lose consciousness," Shri Hanuman explained lovingly.
"I cannot move without seeing you in that powerful form." Bhimsen had a very stubborn and innocent personality; he clasped Shri Hanuman's feet and insisted.
"Well then, look," Shri Hanuman said, and He willed, and within a moment, a blinding, dazzling light flashed throughout the space, and Bhimsen saw that he was like a tiny little creature in comparison with the enormous size of Shri Hanuman, Who was larger than even the Gandhamadan hill, at the foot of which they were standing. It was shockingly wonderful and scary. The manifestation of extreme power, extreme velocity, and limitless strength is always frightening. In its natural state it looks dangerous.
Message:-
“Now we come to the most sublime form of faith. It’s called graceful surrender. How do 1 define this form of faith? It is as finely chiselled as a straw of grass and as strong as the roots of a banyan tree. It is because of this faith that even God hesitates before letting loose His wrath.
So Shri Hanuman, out of compassion, laid down on the narrow little path leading to the mysterious part of the Himalayas. Bhimsen arrived there and saw the left and right there were steep mountains, and between them there was a narrow little path, which was blocked by an old golden-haired monkey looking being. There was no way to proceed expect by jumping over that insignificant looking, sleeping Vanara (monkey like human).So in order to awaken Him,Bhimsen roared and roared.
Shri Hanuman looked at him and said,
"I am old and sick, sleeping peacefully in silence. You are a human being and you appear to be intelligent and literate. Why did you awake me? Human beings can not proceed any further. You may be prosecuted or misled by the astral protectors of this land. Where do you wan to go?"
"Who is asking you the way?" Bhimsen replied in an unsubtle,crude tone. "You must get out of the way and let me go."
"Look, here are many sweet fruits and roots. Eat them and rest and rest and you will be more powerful.Then you can go back from here. Who are you to come this inaccessible part of the world?" Shri Hanuman asked.
'I am Bhimsen, son of King Pandu, born in the dynasty of the Moon," And getting tired of talking to this useless being he said, "I don't need your suggestions. You know now who I am. Show me the way."
'I have already told you that this path is not open to human beings. You may run into danger," Shri Hanuman said.
‘Don't bother for me. Just move over a little," Bhimsen persisted.
"I am feeling too sleepy, I cannot get up. You jump over my body and make your way," said Shri Hanuman.
“By jumping, Shri Hanuman crossed the ocean. I can also jump over this mountain, but God resides in every living being, so it is against the law of reverence of life to cross over any living soul," Bhimsen replied. 'Who is Hanuman?" Shri Hanuman innocently asked.
“Shri Hanuman is the Messenger of Sri Ram, the son of the Wind God. In the search for Sita, He leapt eight hundred miles across the ocean. He is my elder brother. Just move your tail, even that will be sufficient for me to pass," Bhimsen replied.
'I am unable to move any of the limbs. If you are in hurry, kindly move my tail by yourself and your own passage," Shri Hanuman said.
Bhimsen bent low and with the fingers of his left hand tried to throw away His tail, but the tail did not move. He used his right hand carefully, but the Monkey's tail did not move. He put his mace down on ground and tried again within both hands.
Message:-"Hatred is the heaviest Cross of all, my child. Even the heavens pity the person who carries the Cross of Hatred, as this Cross gets heavier and by the moment. Always be in peace and be in silence. Even if you can be in one such state, you can live through nobly. ”
He applied his whole power, got hot and perspired, and began taking long, deep breaths, but the tail was so mysterious. It didn't move one tiny bit. Then he stood with folded hands and said politely, Please excuse me for my imprudence. If you feel me worthy, please introduce yourself."
"I am Shri Hanuman," He replied.
"In this wilderness?" Bhimsen was surprised.
"It is not really a wilderness. So many astral musicians, dancers, and nature lovers from other planets have made their residence all around here. They satisfy my heart through singing the pastimes of Lord Ram. By the blessings of mother Sita, all the enjoyments I require are arranged and presented by Devas (Gods), Gandharvas (court musicians from heaven) and Apsaras (celestial dancers), and since they cannot move freely among human beings, I also stay in this area. The Sougandhika lotus you want is quite near here. Its lake is there on the outside of the hill. Stop marching upward. This area is occupied by the the beings of other planets," Shri Hanuman said politely.
"It is my great, good fortune that I saw the lotus feet of my revered elder Brother," said Bhimsen, and he fell down at the feet of Shri Hanuman.
In answer to his request, Shri Hanuman described the various mystic incidents of the Ramayana. When Bhimsen heard about the huge, gigantic form of Shri Hanuman by which He leaped the ocean, he wanted to see it, after all Bhimsen was a power-lover.
"Don't wish to see it. In this Copper Age, no one can bear the great lustre and effulgence of that 'superhuman form. Man's capacities and higher faculties have been considerably reduced. The degree of higher values of human life has gone down," Shri Hanuman explained. "Why did it happen?" Bhimsen asked.
"Dharma (righteousness) is the root cause. Dharma is the very basis of memory, physical strength, endurance, and capacity to face the bliss. Dharma also influences the size of human beings. From the Golden Age until now, dharma has considerably reduced. And this has shortened the size of man. Now you cannot even face my enormous size I exhibited at that time. I am afraid you may lose consciousness," Shri Hanuman explained lovingly.
"I cannot move without seeing you in that powerful form." Bhimsen had a very stubborn and innocent personality; he clasped Shri Hanuman's feet and insisted.
"Well then, look," Shri Hanuman said, and He willed, and within a moment, a blinding, dazzling light flashed throughout the space, and Bhimsen saw that he was like a tiny little creature in comparison with the enormous size of Shri Hanuman, Who was larger than even the Gandhamadan hill, at the foot of which they were standing. It was shockingly wonderful and scary. The manifestation of extreme power, extreme velocity, and limitless strength is always frightening. In its natural state it looks dangerous.
Message:-
“Now we come to the most sublime form of faith. It’s called graceful surrender. How do 1 define this form of faith? It is as finely chiselled as a straw of grass and as strong as the roots of a banyan tree. It is because of this faith that even God hesitates before letting loose His wrath.
