The journey through the deep woods had been long, and the sun dipped below the horizon much sooner than anyone had expected. The path home was swallowed by an inky blackness, too dangerous to tread. And so, with a gentle smile, Lord Krishna reassured his weary followers. “We shall rest here,” he said, his voice a calming melody in the growing dark. “The forest itself will be our shelter tonight.” Trusting him completely, the people settled down amongst the ancient trees, the chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves their lullaby.
The Raging Inferno
But deep in the heart of the forest, a different kind of power was awakening. A spark, born from the dry summer heat, grew into a flame. Then another, and another. Soon, a wall of fire roared to life, devouring everything in its path. The peaceful night shattered. The air grew thick and hot, filled with choking smoke and the terrifying crackle of burning wood. Fierce, orange light danced menacingly through the trees, and wild animals fled in a panic.
Terrified, the people huddled together, their hearts pounding. There was no escape. The fire surrounded them, a hungry beast closing its jaws. With nowhere else to turn, they ran to Krishna, their voices trembling. “O Lord! The fire will consume us! Please, save us!”
The Miracle in the Blaze
Krishna stood before them, a picture of perfect peace amidst the chaos. The raging flames reflected in his compassionate eyes, but not a trace of fear touched his face. He looked at his beloved followers, their faith shining brighter than the fear in their hearts.
“Have no fear,” he said softly. Then, with a power that was both gentle and immense, he opened his mouth. But he did not simply open it; he seemed to contain the very universe within. Instead of swallowing the physical trees, he drew in the essence of the fire itself—its heat, its light, its destructive fury. The roaring scream of the blaze quieted. The searing heat vanished, replaced by a cool, gentle breeze. The terrifying flames, as if drawn by an invisible force, flowed into Krishna’s mouth until not a single ember remained.
A Celebration of Faith
For a moment, there was a stunned, awestruck silence. The forest was dark again, but now it was a peaceful, familiar dark. The air was clean and cool. The only light came from the twinkling stars above.
Then, a wave of incredible joy washed over the people. They had not just been saved; they had witnessed the impossible. They cheered, they laughed, they wept with relief and gratitude. They gathered around their Lord, their voices rising in songs of praise, not just for their safety, but for the boundless love and divine power that had protected them. They had learned that with true faith, no fire, no matter how fierce, can ever harm you when you are in the care of the divine.