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Kalki Purana XIII, XIV, XV

Kalki flourished, surrounded by his family and friends. Then, seeing his son's readiness, Kalki's father, Visnuyasa, decided to perform the horse sacrifice [a wild bronco, symbolic of the King, would be released, to wander wherever it pleased, as if all the world was one nation, one homestead, one land, as if all people were one family. Whoever's lands it entered would either offer friendship to the King, the owner of the horse, welcoming it and the King as if they were at home, and even join in defending its freedom to roam beyond their borders - or else be defeated as an enemy of freedom by all those who had joined in friendship with the King and his horse. When the horse returned to its original home, it would be sacrificed - the sovereignty of the undisputed world-conquering King given up to all the people, not only his own subjects, but those of all his friends and neighbors. All the wealth of the King would be given to the people of the world - all the people of the world were now his people. Then ritually, the horse's life is spared upon the request of the Queen, and the people permit their King to govern them as well, returning the wealth sacrificed to them: the King's sovereignty is confirmed not by a God, but by the people to be governed. In return, the national boundaries of other Kings and all property boundaries are restored, and confirmed: in sacrificing domination, and force, the King is assured peace. It is said that in our present age, the horse sacrifice cannot be completed to perfection - but whoever sacrifices meat in their diet receives as much peace as having sacrificed a horse every day for a hundred years.]

Understanding the intention of his father, and his father's inability to guard the horse personally, Kalki said to him, "dear father, I will go out and defeat all other Kings in battle, and thus bring you sufficient wealth to conduct the horse sacrifice properly." Kalki set out with his army to provide for the sacrifice. [Visnuyasa was unable not only because of age and other physical disability, but because horse sacrifice is prohibited during certain ages of the world - Kalki is of a different age]

The horse first went among the Kitatapura. Kalki conquered the Kitatapura. The inhabitants of this City State had been Buddhists, having heeded the instructions of Kalki's former Avatar. Now, they were mis-practicing Buddhists, who did not perform sacrifices as directed. They had become uncivilized barbarians. They cared nothing for the consequences of their actions, believing there to be no difference between life and death. Contrary to the instructions of the Buddha, they accepted their bodies as their self. Contrary to the instructions of the Buddha, they did not recognize families, and sexually associated freely with whoever they pleased. Contrary to the instructions of the Buddha, they did not recognize the several societies. They ate whatever they pleased, they had no sense of discrimination. They saw men and women as different, women as inferior. They were violent, armed, and criminal. They were interested only in eating, drinking, and fun.

The Kitatapura had no King, but were ruled as much as possible by a man name named Jina - "Elder," "Victor." When he heard of the horse sacrifice, and that Kalki had come to defend that horse, Jina quickly gathered an army to challenge Kalki. The City was filled with horses, chariots, elephants, soldiers beautifully dressed in their uniforms, countless infantrymen. They proudly raised their flag above their City in numerous places - transforming the City into a fortress, and the surrounding lands into a battlefield.

Just as a lion, the king of the jungle, attacks a female elephant, Kalki, the life and soul of all living entities, attacked the army of so-called Buddhists.

Thereafter, a fierce battle took place between the Kitatapura and Kalki. When the Kitatapura became disheartened and began fleeing from the battle, Kalki called out to the opposing warriors who were injured in the battle, whose uniforms and armor were scattered here and there, disheveled, screaming loudly in pain: "–ěh Buddhists," Kalki said, mocking the hypocrites, "do not run away from the battlefield! Stay here and fight to the best of your ability - avoid the shame of cowardice!"

Although Jina had been injured, he became enraged upon hearing Lord Kalki's taunting words. After picking up his sword and shield, he rushed at Kalki, who was sitting on His horse. In the duel that ensued, both fought with great enthusiasm so that even the Devas, who were watching from the heavens, became surprised to witness Jina's skill in fighting.

The greatly powerful Jina pierced Kalki's horse with his trident and then made the Lord fall unconscious by his onslaught of arrows. At this, the wicked Jina attempted to capture Kalki, but was unable to pick Him up. Kalki had become so heavy that Jina could not even move Him and this fueled his rage. Being unable to take Lord Kalki prisoner, Jina finally took Kalki's crown and weapons and fled.

Meanwhile, King Visakhayupa, who had accompanied Kalki, became furious upon seeing this and so he went and struck Jina with his club. After accomplishing this feat, the king carefully picked up Kalki and placed Him on his chariot. Soon Kalki regained consciousness and began to rally His soldiers. Kalki then jumped from Visakhayupa's chariot and charged at Jina.

Although Kalki's wonderful horse had been injured by Jina's trident, Kalki's horse soon regained his composure and began roaming over the battlefield, jumping fiercely while angrily attacking hundreds and thousands of Kitatapura soldiers, killing them. Even the breath of Kalki's horse blew Kitatapura soldiers into the sky, and when they fell in distant places, they died, sometimes destroying the Kitatapura chariots when they fell.

At first, thousands of Kitatapura were killed. Then, tens of thousands. Then hundreds of thousands. Then millions. Then tens of millions were killed. Bhargya's army alone killed ten million. Kalki called to Jina, "do not run away! Come and fight! Know Me to be the personification of destiny, which awards everyone the results of their actions. Soon I will kill you, and you will leave this world, without a friend. You have so little time left to show your face to your friends and relatives - would you show them your fear?" Kalki insulted Jina.

But Jina laughed sarcastically and replied "Fate cannot be seen. I believe in direct perception because I follow the teachings of the Buddha. We do not believe anything unless we can perceive it. We believe that destiny can be changed because this is the verdict of our scriptures. If You are actually the Supreme Personality of Godhead as You claim, then kill us for your sacrifice. What can be gained by sacrifice?  What is gained by merely uttering boasting words? We Buddhists will never accept You. Whatever You have claimed to be my destiny will actually be Your own. Just remain before me and see." After saying this, Jina covered the entire body of Lord Kalki with his sharp arrows.

As fog is dissipated by the rising of the sun, Jina's shower of arrows vanished by the influence of Kalki's potency. Simply by Lord Kalki's presence, all of the enemy's weapons, including the brahmastra, agneyastra, vayavyastra, and parjanyastra, were rendered ineffective, just like seeds sown in the desert, donations given to unworthy persons, or devotional service executed out of envy. In an instant, Kalki jumped into the air and caught hold of Jina's hair as he sat upon his bull. Both Kalki and Jina fell to the ground, like two birds, and began to wrestle. Jina then grabbed Lord Kalki by the hair with one hand warded off His blows with the other. Not since Kalki wrestled as Krishna had there been such a battle. The two stood up and continued wrestling, grabbing each other's hair and arms. The two great heroes had no weapons in their hands as they fought each other like two powerful bears. As a maddened elephant breaks a palm tree, the most expert of all fighters, Kalki, broke Jina's spine with a powerful kick, so that the Kitatapura King fell dead onto the ground.

After witnessing the death of his brother, Suddhodana picked up a club and charged at Kalki, bent upon destroying Him. In response, Kalki, very expertly killed all those heroic warriors that opposed Him as they were seated on the backs of their elephants, and released an incessant shower of arrows at Suddhodana while roaring like a lion. When the pious hero, Kavi, saw Suddhodana coming with a club in his hand, he got down from his elephant and obstructed his path while wielding his own club. A fierce battle then ensued between Kavi and Suddhodana. As an elephant fights with another inimical elephant with its tusks, the great hero, Kavi, who was an expert in fighting with the club, confronted Suddhodana. Because they were intoxicated by fighting, they roared loudly while challenging one another with harsh words. Both tried their best to defend themselves from their opponent's blows. Finally, while roaring like a lion, Kavi struck Suddhodana with his club so forcefully that Suddhodana's club fell from his hands. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kavi landed a very powerful blow to the chest of his enemy. Although Suddhodana fell to the ground, he quickly regained his composure and stood up after picking up his club. By maneuvering very quickly, he was able to smash his club upon Kavi's head. That blow was so forceful that although Kavi did not fall to the ground, he was dazed and thus stood motionless.

Still, Suddhodana understood that Kavi was not an ordinary warrior. Therefore, he decided to leave the battlefield and bring Maya-devi. His reason for summoning Mayadevi was that as soon as one might would see her, they would immediately become stunned, like a statue. After regrouping, Suddhodana and his millions of barbaric soldiers, entered the battlefield, keeping Maya-devi in front.

Maya-devi sat on a chariot whose flag was marked with the symbol of a lion, and she manifested various kinds of weapons. Crows and vultures surrounded her, screaming with shrill voices. The six enemies, headed by lust, engaged in her personal service. Being confronted by the incredibly powerful Maya-devi, who can assume any form at will, and who is constituted of three modes of material nature, the army of Kalki gradually weakened. Indeed, all the great warriors in Lord Kalki's army, who were well-equipped with magical weapons, lost their prowess so that they simply stood motionless, like statues. Kalki saw that His brother and the other warriors had become afflicted by His inferior energy, maya, and so He quickly approached her.

Suddenly, much to everyone's astonishment, beautiful Maya-devi, who is a manifestation of Laxmi, merged into the body of Kalki, like a beloved consort.

Because of Maya-devi's sudden disappearance, the hearts of the Kitatapura leaders became filled with anxiety. They lost all their strength and began to cry like lost children. They cried out: Alas! Where did our mother go? Meanwhile, simply by Kalki's compassionate glance, all of His warriors regained their composure so that they easily slaughtered the barbarians with their sharp swords. Kalki then mounted His horse after putting on armor. He equipped Himself with a sharp sword, bow, and a quiver full of arrows. Kalki made himself appear very beautiful. Golden dots on the Lord's dark forehead appeared like twinkling stars in the cloudy sky. His diamond crown enhanced His beauty even further. Desiring to annihilate the enemy warriors, Kalki, whose glance increases the pleasure of all young girls, and who is the abode of transcendental mellows, glared at them in a very angry mood.

The hearts of Kalki's devotees became joyful while gazing at their Lord's lotus-like face in this angry feature. However, the Kitatapuras, became extremely frightened while looking at Kalki. The hearts of the Devas became jubilant when they understood that they would soon return home, and once again receive their shares of sacrificial offerings.

The battle continued fiercely.  When it appeared that all the men of the Kitapuras would become killed in battle, the barbarian women rushed to the battlefield. They ran in front of their husbands, who were bewildered by the incessant attack of arrows, and advanced to fight with improvised weapons in their hands. When the soldiers of Lord Kalki saw these women engaged in fighting, they became astonished and quickly approached Kalki to tell Him of what was taking place. When Kalki heard about how His army was being attacked by a band of furious women, He was surprised. He mounted His chariot and went to the battlefield, accompanied by His brothers and their associates.

Kalki came before the barbarous women, who were well-equipped with improvised weapons and arranged in a military phalanx as all the women of the world once stood in battle with Durga. Kalki spoke and humiliated them. They had accepted being treated as inferiors by their husbands and men before, treated like slaves, deprived of care. They were now free - why did they attack Kalki, who was their liberator? Kalki said: "my dear beautiful ladies, please listen to My words, which are meant for your benefit. You were raised to believe it is not proper etiquette for a woman to fight with a man. Now you bear arms against Me and My men? You decorate your faces with makeup, and try to make yourselves so beautiful so that your men will be happy - and now expect Me and My men to attack such faces intended for our benefit? Your eyes you have filled with bee-like stars, sweet as honey, intended to please all men - and now you want us men to hit your faces? You decorate your breasts with snake-like necklaces, to entice and seduce men to love you - now you would have us smash those necklaces and those breasts? You have starved yourselves to become thin, with charming waists, bent with the burden of your heavy breasts which you have made larger and decorated with long hair, you have made your thighs attractive and without flaw, you have sought to make yourselves the pleasure of men - and now attack Me and My men?"

The women responded: "it is not all men we serve so, but our husbands. We hate you for your so-called liberation. In killing our masters, our husbands, you have killed us. You have already attacked us. This is why we attack you." After saying this, the women attempted to strike at Kalki's armies, but found that they could not.

The weapons of the women spoke to them, and cried out in their hands the Buddhist instructions they had not heeded, causing them to recognize Kalki for who He was: "The cause of the thought 'he is my husband, she is my wife, he is my son, he is my friend, or he is my relative,' is illusory, like a dream. Those who are beyond the influence of material attachment and affection consider birth and death to be like temporary interruptions of an eternal journey. The devotees of Lord Kalki are above the duality of attachment and hatred and so they know very well that whatever is experienced in this world is not ultimate reality. How did Time come into existence? Under whose direction is death taking its toll? Who are the Devas for whom Kalki fights? It is Lord Kalki alone who has assumed different forms with the help of His various energies. A weapon has no power to kill independently, as you have seen by picking up what was at hand, any tool can become a weapon. Any person can become a killer. Are you, like us, now killers? The conceit of who you are is the illusory energy of Maya-devi, who you have seen to be Kalki himself."

Having contemplated so, the women had a change of heart, and gave up attachment and affection for their husbands, and accepted the liberation of Kalki. Kalki was pleased by their surrender, and encouraged them, teaching them of Karma Yoga and the science of the self, urging them to become their own masters, the masters of their own destiny. They were free now to learn self-control. To achieve the supreme success of perfect yogis. To love their surviving men - not serve them.

When the women, now freed, learned to love their men, instead of serving them, they freed their men, who then also surrendered to Kalki in liberation. Kalki showed them all mercy, and generosity, that they might share in the benefit of the horse sacrifice - as he would have initially, had they not chosen to fight him. All returned to Kalki's capital, in the freedom of new friendship.