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Kali
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Kali Who are we to put quickened fingertip Out there as if we believe a mere Moment of our meager push will Bind the elephant's headstrong charge - She who will not be stopped? Oh holy! Who are we to blow upon flesh-illumined Flamed one, she that flickers above The stars spun-shooting recklessly As her voice completes a silence? Who are we to deny her milk void suck Feedings, a goddess body with our kala Tears of exquisite lustful flux fed Endings? She whose breath sanctifies! Who are we to turn away strewn flowers Like yearnings upon the sacred alter of Her eternity? For Kali it's a sweep of Silken eyelid - sacredness of no completion. ------------------------- Many people fear the mysterious black goddess Kali. Her symbolism startles them because they try to understand with their brain. One needs to understand with one's heart. Kali is an experience, a very personal one. If one gets a taste of the ecstasy of Her Divine Love even only once, one's life is transformed and becomes holy. " ---- Sri Veeramakaliamman Temple Kali is one of the most well known and worshipped Hindu Goddesses. The name Kali is derived from the Hindu word that means "time", and that also means "black". Kali in Hinduism, is a manifestation of the Divine Mother, which represents the female principle. Frequently, those not comprehending her many roles in life call Kali the goddess of destruction. She destroys only to recreate, and what she destroys is sin, ignorance and decay. She is equated with the eternal night, is the transcendent power of time, and is the consort of the god Shiva. It is believed that its Shiva who destroys the world, and Kali is the power or energy with which Shiva acts. Therefore, Kali is Shiva's shakti, without which Shiva could not act. Kali receives her name because she devours kala (Time) and then resumes her own dark formlessness. This transformative effect can be metaphorically illustrated in the West as a black hole in space. Kali as such is pure and primary reality (the "enfolded order" in modern physics); formless void yet full of potential. Kali photograph by Laz'Andre       |
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Ah... it's interesting to go back to old blog posts, because you know something? They are as present as they are passed, and past. Kali. Yes, we polish our image of holiness within a single corral, refine a definition down to a monotheistic, dualistic religious fervor that casts aside so many facts of being. There is darkness as there is light in all humans. Repress the darkness, and it expresses itself in darker novas. Suppress the light, and experience a gravity that needs light all the more. Dualism is different than Kali's oneness with all. Dualism cleaves good and evil, man and nature, yin and yang, while the latter is a perfect representation of why the two must be one, completeness. I am hesitant to aspire to any ism or 'an... because I think we very much have no idea how Wicca, Paganism, Buddhism, were once practiced, while all we know is the now. I recall a Buddhist with the look (shaved head, saffron robe, peaceful countenance) who I witnessed a couple times going off on hateful tirades. It made me wonder, if even the quiet, devout, meditative among us (westerners), can ever know the begging bowl. Kali - again... we have a modern interpretation of an ancient fulfillment of a dire need, the reason a god, goddess, spirit, sprite or other fictional being was once created. All the more reason to know that they are more real, than our representations can convey. I've been a vegetarian for almost 21 years, but have eaten meat in the interim, because sometimes meat is the experience of the now. I wear leather shoes, appreciate animals' gift of life to so many, but I can't support the wholesale, irreverent, gratuitous slaughter of animals to create the all mighty burger. I've traveled the secondary roads of the midwest some, and have come across a hog farm 10 miles from the first sighting of the hog farm. It is a kind of evil inequity that I haven't the ability to support. It is my inability, unfoistable to anyone else  ww.
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Dear Christy, I understand what you say. I am not Wiccan either, but maybe I am spiritually open to wiccan principles, let's say? I am part Native American and I do often wonder how much of that comes into my own personal pathway and outlook. Knowing it, not necessarily just 'being.' Maybe in knowing that I am more open to seeing Nature as Mother, and seeing Nature as Us. Although, I am also an unapologetic omnivore who has many leather and skin articles of clothing and loves a nice medium rare steak. Buffalo. Well, either. MT I myself, am a mutt -- Irish, German, French, British, African, Cherokee, Poarch Creek. The memory of the drum is in my blood, from many of my ancestors. I was largely veggie for about 7 years after working in an animal research facility that did AIDS research on primates. That was the hardest job I've ever had, because the animals and their eyes, will always haunt me. Something has to die in order for us to live. I perceive life and spirit in plants just as surely as in animals. I made my peace with being omnivore by being mindful that something gave its life to sustain me. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Damn. I mean, just dammmmmmmmmn. Well, I would certainly at least like to know what you look like. You certainly write in a way that intrigues. Ah. Local Sexy Swingers you bitch. At the Sacrificing Altar, MT
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Dear Christy, I understand what you say. I am not Wiccan either, but maybe I am spiritually open to wiccan principles, let's say? I am part Native American and I do often wonder how much of that comes into my own personal pathway and outlook. Knowing it, not necessarily just 'being.' Maybe in knowing that I am more open to seeing Nature as Mother, and seeing Nature as Us. Although, I am also an unapologetic omnivore who has many leather and skin articles of clothing and loves a nice medium rare steak. Buffalo. Well, either. MT
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I am very interested in religious deities who manifest in multiple, often contradictory fashion (as considered by commonplace Western viewpoints). Kali is fascinating to me in part because she embodies both creation and destruction, a balance of chaos, two extremes rotating and pulsating. I'm also recently talking about and thinking aboutery much of the pagan mindset, but not precisely Pagan capital P (Wiccan etc.) I think if I (and come to think of it, my lover- God I love sa twin stars with my lover, so that's all twisted up in the Kali. I am vying that phrase when I think about him) had both been born in the Middle Ages we'd be very suited to the life. I mean, hell, I know how to weave, make paper, forge, and blow glass. LOL Anyway, For what it's worth I feel I want to say to you... Blessed Be, MT Still, from time to time, I do a little ritual. It helps me either process a strong emotion or accept a situation I can't change. When I invoked Kali, I did it because I began to recognize the need to integrate my shadow-self and to stop denying her. Kali is not divided against herself. She does not weep. She accepts herself in her totality. Although I was vegetarian at the time, I ate raw steak, gave an offering of blood, danced and chanted naked, and painted my face. Hmm. Maybe I should invoke her again. That integration is a long and difficult process. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Poke around a lil in my recent replies to Christy and Beyond Confession. MT
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I invoked her energy into my life, and I've never been the same. For what it's worth I feel I want to say to you... Blessed Be, MT
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I invoked her energy into my life, and I've never been the same. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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