Using Indra’s power, he manipulated it so the entire universe would be wiped out of all evil. The feeling of experiencing such was indeed exhilarating and magical. Shiva was the one to destroy the realm and expel the villainous; it felt like pure rebirth. His power did not feel like destruction and obliteration in any extent--I could fully believe in possible restoration through his power, and it made my desire to achieve the Hinduism goals much more prominent. As the priest had declared, Shiva was not one to be thought of as a wrath and only known as the one who destroys, he was truly the purifying step that makes renewal feasible.
Once Shiva and Indra had finished completing the demolition of the universe and ridding it of evil, both floated away as they had come. In their place there was a soft lute tune, and I immediately anticipated Brahma’s presence. Once he appeared, the four-headed, four-armed entity began to do what he does best: the recreation of the universe and its balance. Brahma collected the water Indra had produced and fashioned it to a very high mountain range next to the civilization of Goa. Slowly, he allowed the water to trickle down the slopes, subsequently becoming a rumbling cascade of fresh water.