These are not stories. They are real incidents. Read through these and do reflect if anywhere, anything in these series is resonating with your own self. Do you feel any of these telling anything to you? Do you feel yourself that any of the phrase is a reflection of yours? Is there an answer to you in these?!
That place had a fertile look from the surface midst the woods and a mountain. There was a small town nearby as well, about a hundred plus individual houses with the main occupation being agriculture. It’s never a dry land, thanks to the small river running by. A leisurely stroll on a narrow lane for about 5 kilometers takes to the path outside the town that leads to the forest. With the forest’s one end begins here, the other end joins the state of Kerala. It didn’t seem like there were wild animals present there though.
The villagers hear the howling of foxes at times in the night. Nobody ventures in to the forest during the day. To gather twigs and to feed the cattle on the grassland, many venture in to the forest. With the perennial stream of clear water nearby, there wasn’t any shortage for the cattle. On the southwest side of the forest, the bamboo trees catches fire all of a sudden, that too only in the midnight of summer. The blissful villagers, unaware of the fact thought that it was a ghost and shut themselves inside and hung broomsticks and sandals outside their houses, a belief that the ghost will not enter their house if they did so. When the fire quenches, a few brave lads used to barge in to take a look. On one of these occasions, what they found is…
…that of 12 hands, terrifying canine teeth, ferocious face with reddish scary eyes, with spear and trident (Trishul) in hands, wearing a garland of skull, stood an image of Badra Kali as if thirsty to taste blood. With the image being present in an isolated place, anyone who visits there will get terrified with the ferocious look of Badra Kali, especially when seen suddenly it will look as if a woman wielding a trident is about to attack.
The lads reported what they saw. Some feared that if they do not give offertory, the Kali might take their lives in the nights. Just as they thought, in a few days, some of the goats they sheltered were found in a pool of blood, killed cruelly. They tried to convince themselves in vain that it must have been the act of wild animals in the woods. Again, some bullocks of that village faced the same fate. After this, the entire village made arrangements to build a temple for Kali to quench her anger. Initially, all the villagers visit the temple once in a week and give offerings and return by late afternoon.
None of the animals got killed thereafter. So they believed that the Badra Kali has indeed become satisfied. Day by day, this resulted in the villagers visiting the temple once in a month, which further reduced to once in a year.
Having said these…in the recent times, a criminal named Achyuthan accused for several killing and looting was looking out for a proper hide-out from the police, spotted this temple. One could easily glance up to a kilometer from this temple to know who is coming towards the hill. Moreover, the hut that the villagers had constructed nearby the temple offered him a comfortable shelter. A stream nearby and firewood easily obtained from the forest made his life a lot easier for cooking.
If he went down to the village in search of food, he could easily persuade the villagers that he is the priest of the BadraKali temple sent by Kali herself or that he is an occult, so to scare them off. Plus, he could easily hide from the police or so as he thought. This being a Kali Yuga, this idea was helpful for him. He decided to carry on with his plan on a midnight and propagated that “I am the priest of the Badra Kali Amman Temple and that Badra Kali herself is my Mother!”.
He eventually became very influential and people started fearing him.
At the same time, he did not spare the young girls who came to the forest in search of firewood. Those who did not comply with his desire were mercilessly killed by him. He would bury them and broadcast that the girl was taken away by the tiger and that the efforts he took to save her from the tiger went in vain.
The innocent villagers believed him!
During this time, a man of about 35 years ran out of the house due to poverty and got stuck with Achyuthan owing to his bad fate. Achyuthan took advantage of the situation and kept him under his clutches. “Listen, if we sacrifice a firstborn baby to this Badra Kali, She will show us the whereabouts of immeasurable treasure. The baby should not be from this village and must not contain any physical disabilities and should be beautiful”. – he said.
“Bring such a kid. If we sacrifice her, we can live happily ever after with the whopping treasure” – he persuaded the lad. The constant persuasion got the lad confused who eventually gave up and began the quest for a firstborn child.
~ to be continued…