The Story of Markandeya
A long time ago, all living creatures had perished. The world
was no more than a sea - a gray, misty, icy swamp. One old
man remained, all alone, spared from the devastation. His
name was Markandeya.
He walked and walked in the stale water, exhausted, finding
no shelter anywhere, no trace of life. He was in despair, his
throat taut with inexpressible sorrow. Suddenly, not knowing
why, he turned and saw behind him a tree rising out of the
marsh, a fig tree, and at the foot of the tree a very beautiful,
smiling child. Markandeya stopped, breathless, reeling, unable
to understand why the child was there.
And the child said to him: "I see you need to rest. Come
into my body."
The old man suddenly experienced utter disdain for long
life. The child opened his mouth, a great wind rose up, an
irresistible gust swept Markandeya towards the mouth.
Despite himself he went in, just as he was, and dropped
down in the child's belly. There, looking round, he saw a
stream, trees, herds of cattle. He saw women carrying water,
a city, streets, crowds, rivers.
Yes, in the belly of the child he saw the entire earth, calm,
beautiful; he saw the ocean, he saw the limitless sky. He
walked for a long while, for more than a hundred years,
without reaching the end of the body. Then the wind rose up
again, he felt himself drawn upward; he came out through
the same mouth and saw the child under the fig tree.
The child looked at him with a smile and said, "I hope you
have had a good rest."
~ Jean-Claude Carrière, The Mahabharata ~
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There is another story about a great sage, Narada, who came to Vishnu. (God)
When Narada came to Vishnu, he said,
"What is the secret of your Maya?" (illusion, magic) And Vishnu took him and threw him into a pool.
The moment he fell under the water he was born as a princess in a very great family,
and went through all the experiences of childhood as a little girl.
She finally married a prince from another kingdom and went to live with him in his kingdom.
They lived there in tremendous prosperity, with palaces and peacocks,
but suddenly there was a war and their kingdom was attacked and utterly destroyed.
The prince himself was killed in battle, and he was cremated.
As a dutiful wife, the princess was about to throw herself weeping onto the funeral pyre and burn herself in an act of Sati, or self-sacrifice.
But suddenly, Narada woke to find himself being pulled out of the pool by his hair by Vishnu, who said: "For whom were you weeping?"