The Story of Śikhidhvaja and Cūḍālā — The Queen Who Awakened First

(from Yoga Vāsiṣṭha Tales)

Opening Scene
As dawn’s first light touched the palace courtyard, Prince Rāma sat silently before the sage. His eyes glowed with humility and wonder.
“O Vasiṣṭha,” he said, “can one live in the world and yet be free? Or must all renounce to know the Truth?”

The sage smiled and replied,
“Listen, Rāma, to the story of Queen Cūḍālā — a woman who awakened while still wearing her crown.”

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The Awakening of the Queen

Long ago in Mālavā lived King Śikhidhvaja and his beloved Queen Cūḍālā. They ruled wisely and loved deeply. Both were seekers of truth, studying the Vedas, performing sacrifices, and meditating together in their garden of lotuses.

But one night, as she sat in silent meditation, a wave of stillness entered Cūḍālā’s heart. Her mind dissolved like a drop in the ocean of Being. She saw that she was not the queen, not the body, not even the thought “I am meditating.” She became pure awareness — infinite, unbroken.

When she opened her eyes, the world shimmered with divinity. Every leaf, every breath, every sound was her own Self.

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The King’s Doubt

Joyfully she ran to her husband and said, “My Lord, I have seen the truth! I am not this body. The whole universe shines within me!”

The king smiled kindly, thinking her words poetic. “My dear,” he said gently, “these are noble thoughts, but how can one realize such lofty truths without leaving the world? Surely, true knowledge comes only through renunciation.”

Cūḍālā bowed. “Perhaps,” she said softly. Yet within, she knew — renunciation of the world is nothing compared to the renunciation of illusion.

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The King’s Retreat

Years passed. The king grew weary of palace life and the pleasures that once delighted him. Believing they bound him to ignorance, he crowned his ministers, left the palace, and went to the forest.

There he built a hut and lived on roots and water. Yet peace eluded him. The mind that ruled a kingdom now ruled the wilderness, creating new chains of pride and ascetic vanity.

From afar, Cūḍālā watched with compassion. She knew his struggle was born of misunderstanding — he had left the palace, but not the ego.

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The Queen in Disguise

One night, she took the form of a radiant young ascetic named Kumbha Muni and appeared before the king’s hut. The hermit rose and welcomed the visitor.

“O Muni,” he said, “I have renounced everything, yet peace does not stay with me. Tell me, what binds me still?”

Kumbha Muni smiled. “O King, you have renounced the outer, but the inner self — the sense of ‘I am the renouncer’ — still holds you. To drop that is true sannyāsa.”

The king listened, spellbound, as the young sage spoke of stillness beyond effort, freedom beyond form. Slowly, his pride melted, and his heart opened.

Days turned into weeks. One night, when the king sat absorbed in meditation, the Muni revealed her true form.

“Beloved,” she said, “it is I — Cūḍālā. You left seeking what was already within you.”

The king fell at her feet, tears flowing like rain. “I see now,” he whispered, “that wisdom is not man or woman, palace or forest — it is the silence within the heart.”

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The Union Beyond Worlds

Together they returned to their kingdom — but this time, they ruled not as king and queen, but as two liberated souls abiding in the same consciousness.
Their palace became a hermitage, their throne an altar, their every act an offering to Truth.

In time, both shed their mortal forms and merged into the Infinite, leaving behind a teaching that still whispers through ages:

True renunciation is not of the world, but of the ego that claims to own it.

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Essence

Renunciation is not escape — it is awakening.
The forest may still bind; the palace may still liberate.
When the mind dissolves, every place becomes holy.