11-03-2019, 07:56 PM
Dear Friends,
I came back with a new story...
My Mother’s Blessings...
(A devine story from Bengal, india)
I am Nirmal of age 20, a typical rural Bengali boy from Nalhati, a small town of Birbhum district in West Bengal. I am a science student, studying at Rampurhat college. I am the only child of my father and mother.
This place, Nalhati is well known for the temple of famous Nalateswari, a mystic form of Goddess Kali and also one of the 51 Sati Pithas in India. It is an important centre for Tantric Hinduism. In previous days human sacrifice was regular here, but after the decade of 1960 it decreased and now almost ceased to animal sacrifice. On the auspicious day night of Dipabali or Diwali amavasya 108 goats and 27 buffaloes got beheaded before the blood-thirsty Goddess to complete the Kali Puja celebration here. It is a regular tradition over here.
Other than that, over the year animal sacrifice is inevitable here on every Tuesday and Saturday when the blood of beheaded animal is applied as prasadi Tilak to everyone who visited the temple.
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My father Rajballav Mishra wais one the senior priests of Nalateswari temple and was a rich person. He was a cruel and strong person with a well built body, used to cover his body with red dhoti and red uttariya with stings of rudraksh hanging from his neck. I heard, he had done hard tapasya or prayer of Goddess Kali with many human sacrifices at a time and got the ultimate enlightenment.
He was like a terror to everyone. No one dares to talk with him while he walks towards the temple crossing the market place.
As senior priest my father used to get a lot of favour from temple. The dan daksina or sacrifice items used to come in huge amount to our home in the form of basmati rice, vegetables, pulses, sweets, fruits, utensils, cloth, gold jewels and goat meat etc. and also about 1 Lakh rupees per month as daksina.
My Mother Nisha devi was a common house-wife, pious obedient and modest lady. She had never said anything against her husband ever, even if he compelled her to do wrong things in the name of Tantric Hinduism. Many a time she had to bear the penance of ‘upabas’ or stay hungry and thirsty for the whole day for the betterment of family.
Many a times she had to walk over burning charcoal to show her chastity. Many a times she had to drink cow’s urine in the name of ‘amrit’.
Nisha devi got married at the age of 14 to my father and from then she was used to obey all instructions and commands of my father without a word. I was born when she was only 15 years of age. She was a beautiful lady with fair complexion and attractive figure. Now she is 35, matured and more beautiful.
She was religious minded and respected my father’s personality. I never heard any objection from her against my father.
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I came back with a new story...
My Mother’s Blessings...
(A devine story from Bengal, india)
I am Nirmal of age 20, a typical rural Bengali boy from Nalhati, a small town of Birbhum district in West Bengal. I am a science student, studying at Rampurhat college. I am the only child of my father and mother.
This place, Nalhati is well known for the temple of famous Nalateswari, a mystic form of Goddess Kali and also one of the 51 Sati Pithas in India. It is an important centre for Tantric Hinduism. In previous days human sacrifice was regular here, but after the decade of 1960 it decreased and now almost ceased to animal sacrifice. On the auspicious day night of Dipabali or Diwali amavasya 108 goats and 27 buffaloes got beheaded before the blood-thirsty Goddess to complete the Kali Puja celebration here. It is a regular tradition over here.
Other than that, over the year animal sacrifice is inevitable here on every Tuesday and Saturday when the blood of beheaded animal is applied as prasadi Tilak to everyone who visited the temple.
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My father Rajballav Mishra wais one the senior priests of Nalateswari temple and was a rich person. He was a cruel and strong person with a well built body, used to cover his body with red dhoti and red uttariya with stings of rudraksh hanging from his neck. I heard, he had done hard tapasya or prayer of Goddess Kali with many human sacrifices at a time and got the ultimate enlightenment.
He was like a terror to everyone. No one dares to talk with him while he walks towards the temple crossing the market place.
As senior priest my father used to get a lot of favour from temple. The dan daksina or sacrifice items used to come in huge amount to our home in the form of basmati rice, vegetables, pulses, sweets, fruits, utensils, cloth, gold jewels and goat meat etc. and also about 1 Lakh rupees per month as daksina.
My Mother Nisha devi was a common house-wife, pious obedient and modest lady. She had never said anything against her husband ever, even if he compelled her to do wrong things in the name of Tantric Hinduism. Many a time she had to bear the penance of ‘upabas’ or stay hungry and thirsty for the whole day for the betterment of family.
Many a times she had to walk over burning charcoal to show her chastity. Many a times she had to drink cow’s urine in the name of ‘amrit’.
Nisha devi got married at the age of 14 to my father and from then she was used to obey all instructions and commands of my father without a word. I was born when she was only 15 years of age. She was a beautiful lady with fair complexion and attractive figure. Now she is 35, matured and more beautiful.
She was religious minded and respected my father’s personality. I never heard any objection from her against my father.
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