In this mantra we sing Om Namah Shivaya, a famous mantra meaning; ‘We bow to Lord Shiva’. When the Divine Mother Kali goes on a rampage devouring everything that is not truth, only the bliss of Lord Shiva brings her back to blissful stillness.
Then we ask Shiva to heal us, with the Maha Mritunjaya Mantra.
Om Triambakam Yajaamahe
The legend behind this mantra is a beautiful story. A devout couple who worshipped Shiva were unable to have children. After many years of prayer and purification, they desperately prayed to Lord Shiva for a child.
Pleased with their devotion, Shiva appeared to them and said: “what is it you want?” They told their Divine Father that they wanted a child. Shiva went within and saw their karma. He then said to them: “You can either have an egocentric, selfish, embittered soul who will make your life miserable, but who will live a long life and have children of their own, Or you can have the child of a Rishi, a saintly soul who you will love and who will be devoted to you. But he will leave his body right on the 16th anniversary of his birth.”
The parents looked at each other crestfallen, but both chose the same thing: “The saintly child. “Let it be so” said Shiva, and nine months later the wife gave birth to a stunning baby boy who was the apple of the parents' eye.
After a blissful 15 years, the parents slowly started to get depressed. They never told their child of the choice they had made, but he knew something was wrong. On the eve of his 16th birthday he saw through mystic sight the cause of his parents distress, and he shouted out to Lord Shiva to save him. So adamant and filled with light and devotion was this youth that Lord Shiva appeared before him, saying that he could not change the boy's karma, he had to die when he turned 16. However as Shiva is the Lord of Time, he could stop time in the youth’s life, granting him eternal life. Thus, the saintly boy conquered death. Personally, I think perhaps the youth was Babaji, the Eternal saint.
Meaning: We worship and adore you, O three-eyed one, O Shiva. You are sweet gladness, the fragrance of life. You nourish us, restore our health, and cause us to thrive. As, in due time, the stem of the cucumber weakens, and the gourd is freed from the vine, free us from attachment and death, and grant us immortality.
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