King Devapala was himself a pious and devout person. On hearing of the noted
sage's arrival at the edges of his city, he asked the holy man to take up
residence in his own royal palace, Ghantapa refused the king's request,
proclaiming the latter to be a sinner. The king's repeated requests
were of no avail, and this greatly incensed his royal highness. Feeling
slighted, Devapala took upon himself to avenge his humiliation.
Accordingly, the king offered to give half his kingdom to anyone who could
violate the sage's celibate status. A voluptuous courtesan named
Darima took upon herself to accomplish this task. For this purpose, she
enlisted the support of her twelve-year old virgin daughter, whose charming
face, seductive gait, well-developed hips and nubile breasts caused even the
sun to halt in its tracks whenever it lay its eyes upon her. Darima felt
that her daughter's pronounced sensuality combined with her pristine purity
would definitely help her achieve her goal.
The young girl, playing upon the monk's compassion, managed to snuggle
inside his diminutive hut on the pretext of taking shelter in a stormy
night. Inevitably, during the course of the night, their bodies touched and
one thing led to another and they ultimately became lovers. The next morning
Ghantapa asked her to remain with him as his consort. The girl agreed. As
time progressed, the venerable one's own inherent purity cured the young
lady's mind too of its defilements. And an year later a child was born to
King Devapala, meanwhile, had come to know of what had transpired between
the two. With a large retinue, he confronted the sage, accusing him of a
gross loss of conduct. The huge crowd supported the king with loud abuses
hurled against Ghantapa. Finally, Ghantapa hurled both his son and the gourd
of wine he was carrying on the ground. The earth trembled and split wide
open, and a flood of water gushed forth.
Ghantapa's child was transformed into a thunderbolt and the jug of wine into
a bell. Taking hold of one in each hand, Ghantapa along with his consort,
rose into the air and there they were transformed into the deities Samvara
and Vajravarahi, conjoined in the father-mother union. They hovered over the
heads of the king and his supporters.
The waters rose higher and higher, threatening to consume both the king and
As death seemed imminent, and all were on the point of drowning, the people
prayed to Ghantapa for forgiveness. Their cries however were to no avail.
Suddenly there appeared Avalokiteshvara, the bodhisattva of compassion. He
placed his sacred foot over the crevice from where the flood was issuing and
the waters immediately entered back into the earth.
Everyone was relieved. Prostrating themselves on the ground, they all asked
for Ghantapa's forgiveness. In his message of forgiveness, Ghantapa gave the
following profound message: ""Do not cultivate virtue and renounce vice.
Rather, learn to accept all things as they arise. Penetrate the essence of
each experience until you have achieved the one taste.""
Then he recited the following verse:
While medicine heals and poison kills,
Their ultimate essence is the same.
Both positive and negative qualities
Are aids on the path.
The sage rejects nothing.
Yet the unrealised fool
Five times poisoned
Is forever lost in sansara.
Here, Ghantapa is shown rising into the air, in intimate union with his consort. While his skin is of a slightly brown-hued texture, hers is a sensuous pink. The flooding waters dominate the lower panel of the painting. People with folded hands can be seen praying to Ghantapa for mercy. The benevolent Avalokiteshvara, at the lower left corner, has his foot planted over the crevice from which issues the flood.
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