Mythology

After a story is repeated twelve times, hagiography becomes mythology, or mythology becomes hagiography. Some say Caṇḍa Ānanda took such good care of his goat that when she delivered kids, there weren’t two kids, but fifteen. Some say in his field of arhar no weeds would geminate, and they say that his harvest was three times more per acre than any other farmer. Some say that there were no rats in the fields or storage rooms of Caṇḍa Ānanda’s farm. Some say that once when locusts arrived and started to ravage his crops, a hundred murders of crows flew in and ate all the locusts. Some say when there was a drought, Caṇḍa Ānanda had one watering can and went around to water all his vines, and the can never ran out. Some say that when Caṇḍa Ānanda sat in prayer or penance, it wasn’t his own sins that worried him, it was the sins of the world. Some say when his boat overturned. when crossing the Ganges, he made everyone unsinkable and had a wind blow them ashore. Some say Caṇḍa Ānanda invited wanderers into his home to served them tea, and some of these reported that when a breeze blew, from the inside, the wind sounded like an orchestra of flutes. Some say after a storm, eighteen devils that had been blown too near his house were found dead in the morning.