Shakti, the primordial goddess, looked down on the havoc wreaked by Raktabija, the Asura. He was becoming a monster, the epitome of evil, every success creating a layer of cruelty to his despotic nature. 

Shakti’s Help is Sought

She watched the gods and goddesses standing in front of her, pleading, their hands joined together in prayer, “Save us, Mother! He has breached all limits of sanity.”

“Indeed!” Shakti replied. “His end is nearing. Go in peace, and await the celebration of his passing.”

“Thank you, Mother. I hope you remember Raktabija’s unique power, the boon of Shiva that makes him think he is invincible,” Indra, the King of Gods, humbly said.

Shakti replied, “Yes, I know. Every drop of his blood that falls to the ground during a fight will give rise to a multitude of Raktabijas, each of them equal to the original one in terms of strength, power, and weapon.”

The gods bowed low at her words, hiding doubts about her ability to fend off such a powerful boon. She smiled, “Keep faith. A mother can do anything to protect her children.”

So saying, she took on the terrible form of Durga and went down to Earth, armed with celestial weapons and her own indomitable strength to fight Raktabija. 

The Asura came out, seeing Durga, eager to fight and finish her off, or so he thought. 

Imagine being able to kill the primordial Goddess. The rest would be child’s play. The cosmos will be mine to rule over once she is gone!

Shakti Becomes Maa Kali

To say the fight was fierce would be an understatement. Blood and gore ruled the roost. Every time Raktabija struck her, blood oozed. Of course, it didn’t do her much harm, and she continued fighting. 

But every time she struck the Asura, blood oozed, and when it dropped to the ground, hundreds and thousands of Raktabijas emerged from it, and the strength of his army increased infinitely manifold.

Durga stopped fighting and took a step back. She needed help. She had plenty. With the primordial force in her control, she summoned her fiercest form, a form so terrible that even extraordinary beings like Raktabija cower in her presence, a form so deeply good that even a sliver of immorality will not be tolerated.

She stood like a pillar of black death in front of the Asura. She licked every drop of blood that oozed out of Raktabija, ensuring not even a tittle fell to the ground. Even as she did this, she killed and devoured the hundreds and thousands of duplicate Raktabijas that had emerged earlier. She continued her task relentlessly, without respite, until only the original Raktabija stood alone, facing her. 

The Unstoppable Goddess 

In a swift movement, Maa Kali struck off his head, held it in one of her hands, and drank his blood until not a drop remained to fall to the ground, and Raktabija fell dead. 

The fury of her terrible form didn’t end there. Her rage was uncontrollable, and she performed the dance of death, moving like one unhinged. The gods, goddesses, and humans watching her in this terrible, rage-filled form got scared and ran to her husband, Shiva.

He came and calmly lay down in her path of destruction. The instant her feet touched her lord, Maa Kali was released from her stupor. She calmed down, feeling guilty for almost hurting her husband, who got up from the ground, bowed low to her and said, “My dear, your rage has done its work. Raktabija is no more. Calm down, my beloved, and let peace reign in the cosmos, again.”

Breathing deeply, Maa Kali calmed down. Her eyes were filled with tears at the sight of her husband. “What would have happened if I had stepped on you, my beloved Shiva?”

“Nothing would have happened, my dear. We balance each other. You calm me when I am enraged and vice versa. Without you, I am nothing. With you, I am the Destroyer, as you are when adharma reaches its zenith.”

Author’s Note:

The story of Maa Kali and Raktabija is found in the Devi Bhagavatam. I remember reading this story as a child. Then, I thought to myself, what a fierce form of a goddess! I was scared to read the story again. Today, a much older, wiser woman thinks to herself, “Ferocity on the side of dharma is essential to counter evil and adharma when it crosses its limits. That is the way of nature.”

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