MOOD: The divine play of destruction/creation.
In this painting whose artist I cannot find, (although it’s thought to be a Bengali school artist, found via Kala Kshetram) Kali Ma sits on lotus leaves, stringing a garland of heads in the midst of cremation grounds. Lots of symbolic magical friends linger in the fringes; hibiscus, snake, jackals, and seemingly datura.
Friends I am still digesting and uncovering these allegations against YB, trying to hear all the voices, and consider it all.
All I can say is as of now it’s time for the for the tower to fall (have you seen the tower card in the tarot?) the foundation is skewed and the building is on fire and it’s been struck by the shattering/illuminating lightening of the Aquarian age. It’s time to take patriarchy off of the pedestal. It’s time to liberate ourselves and these practices. These teachings go beyond YB.
What’s the root? What is safe and loving? What is aligned with truth and what do we know from our own hearts and intuition? The guru is inside, we are the spiritual teachers. Enough outsourcing, you won’t find the answers/fulfillment outside of self! Humanity is a gift, let’s embrace the shadow, embodiment, and earthing. What beauty can we create collectively as we liberate and listen? Where do these practices go from here? What’s helpful, and what’s harmful?
Just like the Aquarian age, Kali isn’t always subtle or gentle. But sometimes we need the juice and medicine of whirling, dancing, Shakti “destruction”, the deep clearing, to wake us up to the beauty and ecstasy of freedom and sovereignty, of coming back to the root, the source, to divine co-creation, of the juicy love that flows through our beings that is accessible in every moment, no middle man needed. Let the tower fall, I think this is just the start and will be such a beautiful clearing, coming together, and rebuilding for our community. So much complexity and so much more to think/talk about, but instead for today I will get off the internet, go into nature and BE! Love to you all!
“I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love./ Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars./You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love./ Even so, you have always been connected to me. /Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest./ I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond, / I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me,/ leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.” -Rumi It’s easy to get stuck in our little ponds. It is also easy to come back to the eternal flow of love, to merge with the infinite, to remember the cosmic pulse inside. Just turn on the tap, call on the name, allow the flood in, merge. Everything else softens in the waves of infinite love.
“When your mind thinks too much, it loses touch with the reality of life. To be real, our feet should be on the Earth and our head should be in the Heavens. ”-Yogi Bhajan.
Quite surreal to be finished with my OT school program. What an immense period of growth and learning. Grateful. Needing some quiet time to get my feet in the earth, my head in the heavens, and to JUST BE, to completely surrender to all this new and delicious unknown ahead.
Diving in, see you on the other side! 🕸🌊✨🌿🌼🌹🌸🍃✨🌊🕸 (Image is of plant friends in a bath: Mugwort, Yarrow, Calendula, Rose, Chrysanthemum, Garden Sage, maybe some others too. Hope you enjoy their visual magic and healing.)
