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The Glories of Jhandar Volpe
Listen attentively, for I shall now speak of topics related to Jhandar Volpe. One who hears about the Trancendental activities of the devotees of the Supreme Personality will surely acquire good fortune and Trancendental Knowledge. All glories, all glories to Jhandar Volpe! The fallen Prince who became a sage!
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Prince of the Empire
Jhandar Volpe was Prince of the Lucian Empire, a mighty seafaring people of high art and culture. He was the undisputed heir apparent to the throne in a long line of powerful kings. He enjoyed the loyalty and admiration of his subjects, command of the Royal forces and great wealth and opulence. Endowed with a sharp intelligence, attractive bodily features, youth and vigor, he was a paragon amongst men and beloved by all. Still, despite possessing so much, he was morose and…unsatisfied. In the core of his heart he questioned “Who am I? Why am I forced to grow old, and why must I die?”
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Fearless Hero
Prince Jhandar, Commander of the Royal Armies and Navies, sailed throughout the Swirling Sea, chastising pirates who preyed upon the merchant ships and doing battle with dangerous monsters who disturbed the peace of his kingdom with venom and other poisons that polluted the waters and destroyed the environment. Always victorious, his fame was well earned. Wherever he went in the world of the Three Continents and the Swirling Sea, his renown preceded him. And in every rough pirate haven, bustling seaport, or foreign land he would inquire from the wizards and sorcerers, shamans and charlatans if they could quell the lingering doubt in his heart. But they could not. And with each beast slain, or pirate ship sunk, Prince Jhandar’s heart grew colder.
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Sorceress of Seduction
The society girls of the heavenly planets, sometimes captivated by great heroes of the Earthly realm, would use their mystic powers to arrange amorous encounters with these mortal champions. Jhandar Volpe, Prince of the Luciens, attracted the attention of one such maiden, the beautiful Lady Orviasi. She approached him and revealed her lusty intentions. Overcome by her otherworldly beauty and bewildered by her mystic presentations, Jhandar Volpe abandoned his obligations as Prince and enjoyed with that beautiful damsel in a secluded place. For one year he forsook all his worldly duties. In a magical palace, high above the sea on a rocky cliff they enjoyed together, and the days and nights passed in a brief moment of passion.
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Betrayal of the Enchantress
On the 365th night of their pleasure, as if by the strange power of Providence, Volpe was rescued in the most unlikely way. Beneath the palace, the waters of the sea crashed relentlessly against the rocky cliff and the wind howled through the watery canyons and caves within the tiny island. The sound rose and fell, and for a brief instant, in pure harmony the sounds of the sea conspired to form an audible word, a perfect sound vibration that all in the palace could hear: the name of the Supreme Personality rumbled through the sky like a deep thundercloud. When Jhandar Volpe heard that name, something deep in him began to stir. He at once came to his senses. Remembering his duties as Prince, he immediately left that place, to the great dismay of Orviasi. Scorned by the sudden rejection, she vowed revenge upon Volpe and the kingdom that he abandoned her for. Filled with malice, she boarded her heavenly vehicle and flew to the Lucien capital. Employing her mystic abilities, she ensnared the mind of Volpe’s mother, the Queen.
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Destruction of the Dynasty
Bewitched by magic, the Queen Mother left the Lucien capital and sailed with the Enchantress to a lonely island in the middle of the Swirling Sea. In a cave on this island, a great Ascetic was meditating in secret. Performing great austerities he had vowed not to be seen by human eyes for one hundred years. In seclusion he practiced the divine arts. Orviasi knew of this secret vow and lured the Queen Mother to the cave and bid her enter. Sensing a presence, the sage awoke from his trance, and realizing that his vow had been broken, he became enraged.
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"Oh Lady, you are dressed like a gentle noblewoman, but you are behaving like a common harlot, arriving unannounced at the residence of a man who is not your husband! While trying to engage me in lusty activities, you have disturbed my austerities! Seventy years of practice spoiled due to your impudence! I had undertaken this vow in the assembly of demigods, to burn to ashes the karma I had acquired from many lifetimes of illicit sex and meat eating. Now I am doomed to suffer the reactions to my misdeeds unless I perform new austerities and penances. I therefore curse you, noble one, to burn with your entire dynasty!"
The Queen Mother tried to protest that she was innocent, but she was consumed in flames on the spot. Not long after, hellfire engulfed the Lucien Empire, and the mighty kingdom was reduced to ashes. Such is the power of austerity. Moved by her love for him, Orviasi used her mystic powers to shield Volpe from the wrath of the sage's curse, and thus he survived the purge of his dynasty.
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Song of Exile
Alone with him at last, Orviasi entreated Volpe to a life of heavenly pleasures. She promised him a tour of the galaxy aboard a mystic airplane equipped with a variety of pleasurable accoutrements. But Volpe was disgusted with himself for his failure to protect his people and he was disgusted with her for her harsh treatment of his innocent mother. Resentful and ashamed, he was unable to bear the thought of remaining with her for one moment longer. With nothing left to lose, Orviasi could not compel him to stay nor could she bring herself to kill him. And so Volpe, the last of his dynasty, ventured forth into an uncertain exile.
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Alone in the Forest of Illusion
For many years Jhandar Volpe wandered the islands of the Swirling Sea, frequenting the many taverns and brothels of the harbor ports. Slowly, he descended into the madness of intoxication, gambling, and flesh eating. One night, drunk upon cheap wine he fell asleep in his tiny ship, with the moorings untied. He drifted at sea for many hours while he slept a deep, drunken sleep. Before long, the swift current of the Sea had cast him into the Deep Ocean, the vast waters beyond the Three Continents and the swirling Maelstrom at the center, giving the Swirling Sea its name. When he awoke, a fierce storm rose up immediately, casting him even further beyond the known waters of the Swirling Sea.
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Weeks passed at sea. Monsters of the deep swam beneath him, but did not disturb his tiny craft. With only rainwater to drink, he knew not what miracle kept him alive as his boat bobbled upon the endless sea. He thought death would come at any moment and he thought of all the questions he had never answered. But death did not come for Volpe. At last his vessel broke upon the shore of a lush continent adorned with exotic wildlife and abundant freshwater. Varieties of tasty fruits revived his strength and he set about exploring the strange new world. He did not know it as he took his first steps alone into the forest beyond the beach, but he had arrived at the mysterious lost continent of Vedica! Legend held of an opulent continent, somewhere in the Deep Ocean. A world of powerful Kings, abundant riches, spices, and secret knowledge. No one had ever survived the voyage, until now.
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Emissary of the Supreme Personality
Having spent the night in the shade of a banyan tree, Volpe awoke to the serene vibration of a stringed veena and the chanting of Trancendental sounds. Before him, effulgent and dressed in saffron garments stood the great sage Acharya. In his hands he held his magical veena and a pair of cymbals. The powerful sage has the ability to travel wherever he pleases in the cosmos and beyond by dint of his imagination. That he is anywhere at any time is never a coincidence. Nor was it coincidence when Volpe heard the Supreme name in the waves, nor when the storm blew his tiny vessel beyond the safety of familiar waters. The sage did not speak. He chanted. The same name Volpe had heard before. That mantra, again and again and again. It filled Volpe’s heart with joy, as if nectar were dripping from the lips of the sage as he sung. As Volpe listened in wonder, he felt the anguish within his heart melt away. The doubt and the questions vanished, and what remained was a soul determined to purify his existence. To discover his real identity. His identity beyond the mind and beyond the body. A Trancendental identity that would not perish with the changing body. Here at last he knew he had found a personality who could impart real knowledge to him. He resolved then and there, with all of his being to humbly follow in the footsteps of Acharya, the Emissary of the Supreme Personality. Bowing before the sage with all humility, he begged him for the opportunity to serve at his exalted feet.
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Way of Trancendence
Smiling, the sage spoke the following words:
“O Prince, I congratulate you for your submissive attitude and perfect questions. It is most suitable for one who wishes to make advancement in spiritual life. Take this instrument. It was made by a denizen of heaven, and when you have mastered it, it will produce any sound you wish. Find others like yourself who yearn to know the Truth of the self and its relation to the Supreme Personality. Then, at last when you have mastered the art, bring the name of the Supreme Personality to to the people in general. This, will be your way of Trancendence. But beware, the path is fraught with dangers and you will be tested.”
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Volpe rose and took the instrument from his master and again bowed low in humility. When he at last lifted his forehead from the earth, the sage was gone.
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Trials of Purification
Volpe wandered among the lotus flower forests of Vedica attempting to play the strange instrument, a harmonium of intricate design and expert workmanship. It rested comfortably on a strap and Volpe could play the keys and work the bellows while walking. In this way, he explored the strange beautiful country and cheerfully set about learning to play. He was surprised to discover that his playing had an effect on the very world itself. The giant lotus flowers that covered the waterways would shut instantly, closing their petals when Volpe hit an errant note or stumbled in some clumsy way. Soon his mistakes led to a swift change in the weather, a sudden storm, or a bout of extreme cold. As his playing advanced, and the mistakes became fewer and further between, the negative reactions became more intense. Serpents emerged from the ground, slithering and breathing fire. They harassed him until he could play the most intricate sequences. From above, a great bird of prey circled high, listening with keen ears for a mistake, then diving and driving her sharp beak into Volpe’s flesh whenever his playing stumbled. Gradually, the mistakes dwindled and though the reactions grew and grew, they eventually vanished. At last, after many months of solitary practice, wonder, and danger he mastered the heavenly harmonium.
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Bewildered by Illusion
Just as his Master had foretold, Volpe could produce any sound imaginable by deft use of his fingers and the rhythm with which he pumped the bellows. With newfound confidence, he left behind the lotus flower forest and pressed inward into the vast continent of Vedica. As he did, he played upon his harmonium and tried to chant that Supreme name he had heard from the lips of his master. But he could not produce the sound he had heard. It was a Trancendental Sound Vibration, and he had not yet mastered this art. Still, he was cheerful as he played and as he tried to chant the name. And then a thought occurred to him “Perhaps I am not the one to sing?” He remembered the words of Acharya in that moment:
“Find others like yourself who yearn to know the Truth of the self and its relation to the Supreme Personality.”
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Volpe resolved to follow the order of his spiritual master and set out to find civilization. As he journeyed inland he passed through many forests, with varieties of fruits and flowers that he had never seen. He passed streams that glittered with golden sand, and sparkled with the occasional precious gem. He followed the stream and at last came to a river. He followed the river and finally he discovered a magnificent city on the far bank. As he prepared to cross, he heard a voice calling his name. He turned, and the lady Orviasi was there, shimmering and effulgent. Her heavenly beauty, in all its alluring power was suddenly thrust upon Volpe. She did not speak, but Volpe could feel her desire. He could understand that she still yearned for him, and in his mind he saw visions of the festivals of pleasure he would enjoy in her association. Jhandar Volpe was thus bewildered.
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Battle of the Mind and Senses
Volpe at once woke himself from this reverie, remembering the order of his spiritual master. He approached the beautiful Orviasi and instructed her as follows:
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“My dear lady. Although you have made many offenses against our family, friends, and subjects, we understand that you acted from a platform of affection for my bodily form. Therefore, I forgive you and harbor no ill will toward you, I bid you go in peace. However, I have made strict vows, and I therefore request that you refrain from further attempts to seduce me.
This material body is perishable, it exists for a few decades only. Even for a goddess such as yourself, your lifespan will come to an end and your body will vanish. Even now our body is changing. You do not have the same body of your youth. Nor will you have this present body in your old age. Therefore, see the truth! You are not this body! Nor are you the mind, which is simply saying yes or no to whatever your senses are experiencing at the moment. Or else the mind is longing to experience a particular thing, or dreading some other thing. But that is not you either. The senses will lead you in many directions, giving pleasure and pain in a variety of ways. But since you experience these sensations, they cannot be you either.
The human form of life is precious. In the human form of life one may use their advanced intelligence to ponder the Absolute Truth and the Supreme Personality. Beasts are afforded no such opportunity. Such inquiries are the beginning of real life, and lead one to the highest happiness. Death can find one at any moment. Just as you appeared in your present body without knowledge of how it happened, you will appear in a new body in a similar fashion after death. My dear Orviasi, you have incurred many sinful reactions due to your misdeeds. The next body you receive is sure to contain the reactions to those misdeeds. Perhaps you will take birth in a lower species of life. Therefore, the time is now, when you are healthy to inquire into the Absolute Truth and make your life successful.”
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Volpe then chanted the Supreme name into the ear of the goddess. She was at once relieved of her lusty desires and fell at Volpe’s feet in appreciation. He bid her rise, and with respect she took her leave of him. As she was preparing to depart that place, five ruffians appeared, having taken note of the great beauty of the lady Orviasi. The men surrounded her, displaying their own lustiness. Having lost all her mystic powers due to her transgressions, she was helpless. As the men became more aggressive, they grabbed at her cloth, tugging until it had loosened. Volpe could not tolerate this offense and set aside his harmonium. Charging into the midst of the ruffians, he attacked!
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Gift of Trancendental Knowledge
Wielding only his arms and legs, Volpe struck the aggressors with the skill and ferocity of the champion he was. The men each drew great curved swords. The biggest of the lot, wore a purple turban and carried a jeweled club. Volpe could understand they were not common thugs. They appeared to be soldiers of some kind. Still, they were no match for Volpe who had battled great beasts and pirate lords upon the Swirling Sea. As each man was disarmed and incapacitated, the remaining assailants lashed at Volpe with vigor, but Volpe dispatched each of them in turn. When at last the attackers all lay unconscious, Orviasi approached Jhandar Volpe and again fell to his feet.
“Oh Hero, all that you have said about me is correct. I have made many great offenses to you and your people. Especially your own mother. You have forgiven us, and we are grateful. But, now we find that we are helpless, having lost our mystic powers. We cannot return to the heavenly planets in this condition nor will be able to survive in this realm. We therefore request your protection.”
“Very well” he replied. “I cannot refuse a request for protection from anyone, especially a child, a woman, or an elderly person. Therefore you may remain under my protection as my ward.”
He picked up his harmonium and began to play. Orviasi rose to her feet, and hearing the sound emanating from the instrument she began to sing. Her voice was haunting and ethereal.
Just then, the sage Acharya appeared on the scene, vibrating his veena. Volpe at once offered his obeisance to his master, and Lady Orviasi also bowed her head low in the presence of the sage who spoke to them as follows
“My dear disciple, I am pleased to see you have mastered the instrument you were awarded. You can produce any sound. Continue in this way.” Turning to Orviasi, “Gentle lady, you have a beautiful voice. Sing with my disciple wherever he goes. Do not fear the return of lusty desires, for you are now free from the reactions to your past deeds, by the mercy of the Supreme Personality. Now follow me, a great event is about to occur.”
On the banks of the river, a great crowd had assembled. As they approached the gathering, Volpe heard whispers that the king had been cursed to die. He had days to live. Accepting his fate he had handed over the charge of the kingdom to his capable son and resolved to fast until death upon the banks of the river.
Following Acharya, they arrived at that place and found the king seated in peaceful contemplation on a mat of straw. They too sat down in the assembly. Volpe was astonished to see the colorful varieties of those gathered. Beings of all kinds great and small, human and non-human came to witness the passing of the saintly king. At last, from a great distance a new personality emerged.
Glowing, the sage who appeared was a youthful teen. He possessed beautiful bodily features, and though he appeared there dressed in the barest loincloth he had no awareness of his masculinity nor any regard for his otherworldly attractiveness. He knew himself to be Trancendental, beyond the body. Even amongst the sages assembled, all present recognized him as the preeminent personality and they offered him an elevated seat of respect.
The king bowed at the feet of the great sage and spoke.
“I now ask you about my immediate duty. Please, explain the pure duty of everyone in all circumstances, and specifically of those who are just about to die?”
The sage smiled and congratulated the king for his intelligent question. He then began to speak of topics of the Absolute Truth and the Supreme Personality, awarding to the king and all who heard him the gift of Trancendental Knowledge.
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