The eighteen days of war had ended. The field of Kurukshetra was silent in the way only a battlefield can be — not peaceful, but emptied.
Bhishma, the grandfather of both clans, lay on a bed of arrows. He had fallen in battle, but had not died. He possessed the rare boon of choosing his own moment of departure. And so he waited — for the auspicious turn of the sun northward.
Yudhishthira, the eldest Pandava, came to him. He was king now. He had won. And he was broken by it.
Bhishma, from that bed of arrows, answered. He did not speak from comfort. He spoke from a place where all pretense had been stripped away.
He said: I will tell you the thousand names of the Lord who is the universe and beyond it. Reciting them, a person crosses all suffering.
Every name you encounter on this journey was first spoken by a dying man, on a bed of arrows, to a grieving king. That is what you are entering.
Source: Mahabharata, Anushasana Parva, Chapter 149. Text: SanskritDocuments.org (proofread edition, October 2024).
Meditate on Vishnu clothed in white, of four arms and a serene face — for the removal of all obstacles.
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