| I took
birth in a prison cell with a smile on my face. My uncle, King
Kamsa, would have tried to kill me, but when I was born, the guards fell asleep and our prison doors opened so that my father could leave the cell and exchange me for a cowherder's daughter. I smiled still. ![]() As an adult, Kamsa overthrew his own father and usurped his throne. After this, it was prophecied that Kamsa would be killed by his own nephew. When Kamsa heard that the eighth son had been born, he ran to the cell but found a niece instead of a nephew. I spent many years living as a cowherder. I loved my foster parents, loved the cowherd girls and boys (mostly the girls), loved the cows, loved peace and my flute.
Kamsa was aware of my existence. He sent many demons to kill me and I defeated them all. I had the power to change forms, which came in handy many times when fighting these demons. A cousin of mine finally came to me and told me what was happening and said that Kamsa wanted me to come to his kingdom so that he could kill me. My cousin was afraid for me, but I was not afraid. I took a few followers and Balarama, my older brother (who had managed to get away from Kamsa as well). We headed to Mathura, which was the name of Kamsa's kingdom. When we first arrived in Mathura, we were confronted by Kamsa's huge wrestlers. The people of the kingdom, who were terrorized by Kamsa, were frightened for us. We defeated the wrestlers and Kamsa was frightened. He tried to flee, but I pounced on him and beat him death with my bare hands. There was a sigh of relief in Mathura that day and the throne was finally restored to my grandfather. I spent my life devoted to conquering demons like Kamsa who dared to threaten the precious Dharma that remained in the world. |