From Baiga Folklore
Bhagavan (the high god) grew tired of the Baiga. He wanted other lives in the world. But he could not kill Nanga Baiga (the ancestral magician patriarch of the Baiga). So he made the sensation of itching and Nanga Baiga began to scratch. All day and all night he scratched till his nails were all worn away and his skin torn to threads. But there was one part of his body that he couldn’t reach, the small of his back. He used to pick up sticks and scratch himself there.
One day, when Nanga Baiga picked up a stick to scratch himself, Bhagavan turned it into a cobra. It bit him and he died. We would never have been subjects of death if Bhagavan had not tricked us.
As Nanga Baiga was dying he said to his sons, “Don’t bury my body or throw it away, but cut it up and put it in an earthen pot and boil me and then eat my flesh.” So his sons did this, but Bhagavan seeing what would happen if they ate their father’s flesh was frightened, and came to them disguised as a sadhu (a Hindu Ascetic). “What is this?” he asked.
“We are cooking Nanga Baiga,” they answered, “and we are going to eat him when he is ready.”
“But that is a great sin,” said Bhagavan. “You had better throw the pot into the river.”
They were afraid of the sadhu, so they did as he told them. But a little of the steam escaped from the pot and entered the nostrils of the youngest son, and he became the first Gunia (Magician/Shaman). But all the rest of Nanga Baiga’s magic was lost to use through this Hindu god’s deceit. Down the river, three women ate Nanga Baiga’s flesh and became witches.
Source:
Chapter 19, Myths of Middle India, Verrier Elwin, 1949
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