The great Sage Narada Muni does NOT fall into Maya, not even in his day or night dreams.

Narada Muni doesn't fall into Maya not even in his day dreams.

Dayananda : Vishnujana and the other devotees who did puppet shows were practising one that depicted Narada Muni asking Krishna, "What's maya?"

Then all of a sudden Narada Muni is in the desert, gets married, has a family, and the family gets washed away in a flood. Narada Muni calls out, "Oh, Krishna, my family!" and then once again he's back with Krishna.

But this is not a bona fide story.

The devotees were practising this show in a parking lot outside of Prabhupada's quarters, and Prabhupada saw them. He didn't like it.

Prabhupada said, "What story is that? What story are they doing?"

They told him, "You know Prabhupada, that one about Narada Muni falling into maya."

Prabhupada said, "Narada Muni doesn't fall into maya."

Prabhupada checked it. He was always supervising to see that things were done in a bona fide way.

Reference: Memories Anecdotes of a Modern Day Saint - Volume 1 by Dayananda Dasa

Here is that story made into a play back in the 1969 and 70

''Once Narada Muni who is very intimate devotee of the Lord has meet Krishna.

And while they were walking, Narada Muni asked Lord Krishna, “My dear Krishna, can you please show me power of your Maya, your illusory energy? Please explain to me the secret of this magic called Maya and how she act?”

Sri Krishna hesitated to do it. So Krishna asked his dear devotee:

My dear Narada are you sure you want to see power of my Maya!?

Narada was very determined so he said: Yes, Krishna i am sure. I want to see power of your Maya!

Lord Krishna replied : OK Narada i will show you. Let’s lie down here in the shade and I shall tell you everything. But first, Narada, it’s terribly hot; would you get me a cool glass of water?”

“Right away,” Narada promised happy to do some service to his beloved Lord Krishna.

He set out across the fields. The sun beat down and though he was a good walker, the little line of thatched cottages on the horizon that marked the nearest village seemed no closer as he strode along.

The heat grew unbearable. Narada’s throat became parched too; he began to think that he would ask for two glasses of water, and drink the second himself.

Finally he reached the village and ran to the nearest house. The door opened – and there stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She smiled up at Narada through long, dark lashes and something happened to him that had never happened before.

All he could do was to look at her beautiful face. Finally he spoke out, “Will you marry me?” That is the Indian way; you cannot just say, “What are you doing on Saturday night?”

The couple settled down to a life of family bliss. After a while, children began to arrive. Narada’s became a very animated household.

Somebody was always being bathed or dressed; there were meals to get and people to be provided for. And all these things were filling up their lives. Narada and his wife became engrossed in their private little world, quietly building their dreams.

Years passed. The children grew up, went to school, got married; in time, grandchildren arrived. Narada became the patriarch of a great family, respected by the whole village; his lands stretched to the horizon. He and his wife would look at each other fondly and say, “Don’t you think being grandparents is the greatest thing on earth?”

Then a flood came. The village fields became a raging river, and before Narada’s helpless eyes, everything that he loved and lived for – his lands, his cattle, his house, but especially his beloved wife and all their children and grandchildren – were swept away. Of all the village, only he remained.

He was trying to save them from all this calamities but was not successful.

Unable to watch the destruction, Narada fell to his knees and cried for help from the very depths of his heart.

“Krishna! Krishna!”

At once, the raging floods disappeared and there was Sri Krishna, standing casually on the fields where they had walked what seemed to be so many years before.

“Narada,” the Lord asked gently, “where is my glass of water?”

Conclusion

''The devotees were practising this show in a parking lot outside of Prabhupada's quarters, and Prabhupada saw them. He didn't like it.

Prabhupada said, "What story is that? What story are they doing?"

They told him, "You know Prabhupada, that one about Narada Muni falling into maya."

Prabhupada said, "Narada Muni doesn't fall into maya."

Reference: Memories Anecdotes of a Modern Day Saint - Volume 1 by Dayananda Dasa.