Folklore from Bali
Wisnuloka was a magnificent kingdom in the heavens, a realm of divine beauty and serenity. It was a place where only the Gods, known as Dewa, and the Goddesses, called Dewi, resided. Shrouded in golden clouds and illuminated by the glow of eternal light, Wisnuloka was a sanctuary of wisdom and power. No humans lived there, for they belonged to the mortal world below — the earth. The boundary between Wisnuloka and the earthly realm was sacred, and only the will of the Gods could bridge the two worlds. It was a place of celestial order where harmony reigned, or at least, that was how it had been.
But recently, unrest stirred within the hearts of the Dewa and Dewi. Their once-peaceful thoughts were overshadowed by growing anxiety. Their gazes turned downward, focused on a kingdom on earth called Balidwipa. Unlike other human-inhabited lands, Balidwipa was ruled by creatures of great size and ferocity — giants. These giants were not mere brutes but powerful beings who wielded strength beyond human comprehension. While other human kingdoms rose and fell with time, Balidwipa remained a land of might and dominance. The Gods watched with concern, for they knew that power without wisdom could bring disaster.
At the heart of Balidwipa’s might was its king, Kala Rau. He was no ordinary giant — he was the largest, strongest, and most feared of them all. His enormous frame towered over his kin, his voice booming like thunder, and his temper was as wild as a raging storm. With every step he took, the ground trembled beneath his feet. Giants feared him, and humans whispered his name with dread. His cruelty was legendary, for he ruled with an iron fist, demanding obedience from all who lived in his shadow. Even the Dewa and Dewi, from the safety of Wisnuloka, could feel the growing threat of his power. Something had to be done, for if left unchecked, Kala Rau’s reign of terror could spread beyond Balidwipa, and no one — not even the heavens — would be safe from his wrath.
But Dewi Ratih’s heart was pure and unyielding. She did not seek power, nor was she swayed by promises of wealth or status. Her love could not be bought, least of all by a tyrant like Kala Rau. With grace and resolve, she rejected his proposal. Her words were clear, yet kind, for she did not wish to provoke him. "I cannot accept your offer, Kala Rau. True love cannot be forced, nor can it be demanded." These words, though honest, pierced Kala Rau's pride like a spear. No one had ever dared to refuse him. His heart, once filled with infatuation, was now brimming with rage. His roar echoed through Balidwipa, shaking the mountains and sending wild beasts fleeing in terror. Fueled by fury and humiliation, he vowed revenge.
"If she will not come to me willingly, then I will take everything from her!" he declared. His eyes burned with hatred as he set his sights on Wisnuloka.
In Wisnuloka, fear spread like wildfire. The Dewa and Dewi, who once basked in the tranquility of their celestial home, now faced the threat of invasion. Their worry grew with every whispered tale of Kala Rau's wrath. They gathered at the grand hall of Dewa Wisnu, their king, seeking guidance and protection. Their voices overlapped in panic.
"What will we do if he attacks? He is too strong! None of us can stand against him!" cried one goddess.
"His giants will climb the heavenly gates! They will crush us all!" another added.
But Dewa Wisnu remained calm, his eyes sharp with wisdom. Raising his hand, he silenced the crowd.
"Do not be afraid," he said in a voice both firm and soothing.
"I have prepared a solution." From behind him, a radiant golden chalice appeared, glowing with a divine aura. "
This is the tirta amerta — the water of life. Whoever drinks from it will never die. Not even the might of Kala Rau can take your life if you are protected by its power."
His words filled the hearts of the Dewa and Dewi with hope, for immortality meant freedom from fear. But while they placed their faith in Dewa Wisnu's plan, none could have foreseen the dark forces already stirring against them. As the gods discussed their fate, the treacherous eyes of Kala Rau watched from afar, his thoughts focused on the one thing that could give him unmatched power. Kala Rau had set his sights on the tirta amerta. For whoever drank it would possess the power of eternal life — a power he craved more than anything else.
One of the giants, a cunning and sharp-eared spy named Janggula, overheard the whispers of the Dewa and Dewi discussing the sacred water. His large, pointed ears twitched as he listened from the shadows of a nearby cloud, his eyes narrowing with mischievous intent. Realizing the power that lay within the sacred water, he wasted no time. With thundering steps, he rushed back to Balidwipa to deliver the news to King Kala Rau.
Panting heavily, Janggula bowed before his king and reported, "My lord, I bring great news! The gods have a secret weapon — the tirta amerta, the water of life. Whoever drinks it shall never die."
Kala Rau's eyes widened with wild ambition. His wicked grin stretched from ear to ear, revealing sharp, jagged teeth.
"Ha... ha... ha! So that’s their little secret, is it?"
His booming laughter echoed across the Balidwipa kingdom like distant thunder. His mind raced with schemes and strategies, and his eyes burned with newfound determination.
"With the tirta amerta, I will become immortal! Not even the gods will be able to stop me. And Dewi Ratih..." He leaned forward, his voice low and menacing.
"She will have no choice but to be my queen." His booming laughter grew louder as he imagined himself, crowned in glory, ruling over Wisnuloka and Balidwipa alike.
Dewa Wisnu gathered all the gods and goddesses in the grand palace, his voice steady and commanding as he instructed them to partake in the sacred water. A golden jug filled with the tirta amerta, the water of life, rested in front of him. One by one, each god and goddess took their turn, drinking deeply from the chalice. With each sip, they felt an overwhelming sense of freshness and vitality, as if the very essence of life itself flowed through them. The air in the room seemed lighter, filled with renewed strength and hope.
It was now time for Dewa Kuwera, the god of wealth, to drink the water. However, as he stepped forward, Dewa Wisnu couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Dewa Kuwera appeared different—he was larger, towering over the others, and a strange, unpleasant odor clung to him. His presence felt unsettling, and Dewa Wisnu frowned, sensing that something was off. What he did not know was that the god standing before him was not Dewa Kuwera at all, but Kala Rau in disguise, his cunning trickery having fooled even the wise Dewa Wisnu.
When the false Dewa Kuwera was about to drink the sacred water, the real Dewa Kuwera arrived just in time to reveal the deception. Dewa Wisnu, instantly recognizing the danger, drew his divine bow and swiftly released an arrow, striking the imposter. The shot was precise, and the false form of Dewa Kuwera crumbled into nothingness. The remains were cast down to Earth, where they transformed into a humble lesung, a mortar used by mortals in their daily lives—a reminder of the consequences of deceit.
Yet, Kala Rau’s thirst for immortality had not been thwarted. He had managed to drink the water, and though his body had been destroyed, his head continued to live on, carrying the power of eternal life. Dewa Wisnu, understanding the continuing threat, swiftly sent the head soaring into the sky, where it would remain, drifting beyond the reach of the gods. There, it would serve as a perpetual symbol of Kala Rau’s unyielding desire for power and immortality.
The head of Kala Rau remained in the sky, still searching for Dewi Ratih. When he finally spotted her, he attempted to grab her, but without any hands, he used his mouth to try and capture the goddess. And despite his efforts, he succeeded—he swallowed Dewi Ratih whole.
However, Kala Rau, being nothing but a head, lacked a full body, and Dewi Ratih, with her divine powers, managed to escape. As she was being swallowed, the moon itself grew dark—a sign of her struggle. After all, Dewi Ratih was the goddess of the moon.
The people on Earth could not bear to see the moon darkened, so they began pounding the lesung, the mortar that was Kala Rau's body. Each strike brought pain to the creature, and so he fled. This event, a tale that has persisted through generations, explains why, during a lunar eclipse, some people still pound the lesung. They believe that Kala Rau continues to chase Dewi Ratih, forever pursuing her in the sky.
The moral of this story centers on the power of unity, wisdom, and courage in the face of adversity. Despite the immense threat posed by Kala Rau, Dewa Wisnu and the other gods demonstrated the strength of teamwork and wise leadership, using the sacred tirta amerta to protect their realm. Their ability to act decisively and maintain peace reflects the importance of collaboration in overcoming challenges. Moreover, the story emphasizes the need for courage in confronting danger, teaching us that, in times of crisis, wisdom and unity can lead to victory and justice.
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