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“Shiva Shiva Shiva Shivé Shiva Shiva Shiva Shivé Shiva Shiva Shiva Shivé Shivé Shivé Shivé Shiva Shivé Shivé Shivé Shiva Shivé Shivé Shivé Shiva Sarvamangalamangalyé Shivé Ardhanarishwariyé Shakté NarayaniRadhaRani Namostuté Jayé Jayé Jayé”
— Prema Kalidasi
“Only in letting go is there peace to be found. Only in being as white and as still as Shiva’s corpse underneath Kali’s lotus feet. Only in giving up your position as the Lord of Lords, giving up your Self. Only in being but a witness. Only in that wisdom, freedom, silence.”
— –Prema Kalidasi
“This is what She said to me As Bhairavi, Holding out the cup of heresy, of sin, of perdition (The very stench of it fecal, urinous, revolting): Daughter, Think of the breaking of taboos As vaccination, As a course of antibiotics, As an antidote to poison. Daughter, Think of sorrow as an illness A child has to bear as it grows, One that would otherwise be lethal to an adult. Daughter, Think of the dark night of the soul As the womb, As the earth breaking apart the seed so that it may grow into a tree, As the child-bed of your new Self about to be born. Daughter, Once you have partaken of this, Have let it permeate your every cell, Your Self will now be familiar with this, And will become resistant to it all, Knowing how to fight its enemies. With shaking hands, Prema drank the stinking draught, The bitterness of it burning her throat, But she drank it as if it were honey-wine, Eager to be finally taken home.”
— -Prema Kalidasi
“(Sometimes Devi yells “You killed my cat, you useless pot-head!” and yanks the tiger skin from underneath Shiva’s feet, blows life into it until it is a tiger once more, and rides off on it.)”
— -Prema Kalidasi
“I asked her to give me a piece of her garment to remember her by, Yet she laughed at me, A naked madwoman dancing atop a corpse; I asked him to give me silence and peace, Yet he became silence and peace itself under her feet As the din of her roars rang terrifying in my ears. Thus, Prema was subdued, Thus, she was absorbed, Losing all sense of “I” and “mine” No longer separate from the great That, It.”
— -Prema Kalidasi
“Mother– Again I perform arati, Again I ring the bell, Again I offer hibiscus at your feet. Yet– And please, Mother, forgive me this– I lose count of the mantras, The way the firelight glistens upon your bronze limbs, The way your breasts rise proud from between your garland of severed heads The way your sweat makes sindoor run down your body like fresh blood. And I can hear the ululating of the Matrikas, Feel your lion’s mane brushing my face, The laughter of crows over the battlefield– And there I lie, Sucked, jolted into the body of Shambhu himself, And a coldness, a calm spreads into my limbs –Without Shakti Shiva is but a corpse, unable to create– And I must lay bell and diya down before I collapse onto the floor, Oh, Mother, forgive me: For I have become but the Witness underneath your feet, He Who Is But Stillness, But Sacrifice, but Love himself. The room around Prema disappears; All she can feel is the crushing, sublime, intoxicating weight and heat Of Kali’s feet upon her chest.”
— –Prema Kalidasi
Lord Ganesha worshiping Lord Shiva
today i am sharing a short (but dear!) devotional poem i wrote sometime ago, which was published here in summer. 🌞
oṃ krīṃ kālikāyai namaḥ
i place my loss
on a gold platter with silver rings
and offer it to Kālī,
the divine mother of the universe.
i burn my loss on incense sticks
and dampen it with cold water.
i place quartz stones on my loss and i beg.
i adorn my loss with scarlet flowers
and fresh apples.
i offer my loss to Kālī
and beg her to eat it.
sink your teeth in my loss, mother
drink my pain
swallow my worry
and inhale my woe.
pictured: the shrine i adorned for Diwali, dedicated to Kālī and Tārā. 🤍
🤍 i met Reva in October 2019 during some incredible & transformational days at Mandala Yoga Ashram, where i was touched by her devotion & gentleness. so i was especially moved & honoured when she invited me to contribute to her brand new website with a poem about Devī! 🤍 the painting of Tārā is the creation of my friend and mentor, Rashmi Thirtha Sacred Arts Studio and the pūjā book got me through some dark times two years ago – or pulled me through the keyhole, for those familiar with that Kālī metaphor… haha! 🤍 Jai Maa! may there be light! ✨🌟🌞💫
Direction - Worship
Dress
for Puja
Mala
Time
Day
Vidya
Kali
Maharatri
face South
Black
Kali-Hakik
(Black Agate)
Rudraksha
night time
Sunday
Pushya Nakshatra
Adi
Vidya
Tara
Krodharatri
face Her East-West
Rose
Crystal
day time
Wednesday
Pushya Nakshatra
Siddha
Vidya
Shodashi
Divyaratri
face North
White
Silver
Gold
White Agate
Pearls
any time
Friday
Shri
Vidya
Bhuvaneshvari
Siddharatri
any Dik
Yellow
Gold
Yellow Topas
any time
Monday
Friday
Siddha
Vidya
Bhairavi
Kalaratri
Yantra on red cloth
toghether with Bhairav
Red
Red
Vijayamala
Brahman-
muhurta
Sunday
Siddha
Vidya
Chinnamasta
Viraratri
no idol
Yantra on yellow cloth and Akshat Meru (rice)
Yellow
Red
Red
day time
Tuesday
Krishnapaksha
Panchama
Vidya
Dhumavati
Darunaratri
no idol
Copper Yantra
in water
Digambara
(naked)
Black Agate
midnigth
Krishnapaksha
Gurumala
Vidya
Bagalamukhi
Viraratri
along with
Shiva Lingam
Yellow
Turmeric
midnigth
Tuesday
Siddha
Vidya
Matangi
Moharatri
-
Saffron
Siddhamala
(1 to 14 mukhi)
nigth after
10 pm
Thursday
Vidya
Kamala
Maharatri
only on
Shri Yantra
-
Lotus seed
after sunrise
Wednesday
Vidya
Consort
Planet
Chakra
Ten Avatars
Offerings
Kali
Time
Mahakaal
Saturn
Anahata
Krishna
Grains
Tara
Sound
Akshobhya
Jupiter
Swadhishthana
Manipura
Matsya
Egg
Shodashi
Light
Panchavaktra Shiva
Mercury
Sahasrara
Jamadagni
Parashurama
Rice and
Ghee
Bhuvaneshvari
Space
Tryambaka Shiva
Moon
All
Anahata
Vamana
Rice and
Ghee
Bhairavi
Power
Kaal Bhairav
Lagna
Muladhara
Balabhadra
Rice and
Ghee
Chinnamasta
Mind
Kabandha
Rahu
Ajna
Narasimha
Sweet rice
Dhumavati
Void
-
Ketu
-
Varaha
Sweet
Bagalamukhi
Immobility
Ekavaktra Shiva
or Maharudra
Mars
Ajna
Anahata
Kurma
Yogurt
Matangi
Knowledge
Matanga
Sun
Vishuddha
Rama
Fruit
Kamala
Beauty
Sadashiva Vishnu
Venus
Anahata
Kali Trampling Shiva
Kapoor Galleries Inc. wrote : Rajasthan, Jaipur, 18th century
According to Hindu mythology, there was once a powerful demon named Raktabija who received a boon allowing him to replicate himself whenever a drop of his blood touched the earth. When the demon engaged in battle with the gods, Kali spread her tongue over the battlefield to prevent any of the demon’s blood from hitting the ground, thus facilitating his defeat.
Kali, however, became drunk with bloodlust and after her victory, the goddess went on a rampage. She proceeded to kill anyone who crossed her path, adorning herself with the dismembered parts of her victims. Afraid that Kali would not stop until she destroyed all the cosmos, Shiva laid down on the battlefield in her path. Upon seeing her consort beneath her foot, she suddenly realized her mistake and halted her spree.
This painting illustrates the moment Shiva pacifies Kali, appearing in her form as Dakshinakali, the benevolent mother. Dakshinakali is typically depicted with her right foot on Shiva’s chest, while her more fearsome form as Vamakali is usually shown with her left foot on his chest. She holds a severed head and scimitar in two of her four hands and wears a skirt of dismembered arms from her rampage.
Kali’s typical garland of severed heads is replaced here with a string of severed heads around her chignon, and her large, outstretched tongue drips with the blood of her victims. A pale, prostrate Shiva lays below, gazing up at Kali. By presenting Kali as literally trampling Shiva, this archetypal image demonstrates the extent to which Shiva’s transcendental power is only possible through interaction with Kali.
(via Instagram: Kapoor Galleries Inc.)
Sheshanaag Sheshanaag is the king of all snakes. He existed since the time of creation of Universe.
Artist: Pieter Weltevrede. Watercolour and wash on silk. (via amazon: SAGAR WORLD)
Saraswati, Lakshmi, Parvati - The Hindu Female Holy Trinity The combined form of Hindu female holy trinity - Saraswati, Lakshmi and Parvati, the respective consorts of male holy trinity - Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva.
Artist: Pieter Weltevrede. Watercolour and wash on silk. (via amazon: SAGAR WORLD)
Goddess Kali.
“Cohorts of the dead, Cohorts of the dead, Cohorts of the dead, I said I’ve bled Waiting for the dead Impatient in my bed To take me far away, I said Enough this world I’ve fed With poems, tales well-read With passion dyed deep red Oh, I’m waiting in my bed! Cohorts of the dead, Cohorts of the dead, Cohorts of the dead, I said Bring forth the one I wed Into his arms I’ve fled Always full of awe and dread Yet to joyous heights, sped In his beauty’s bliss sacred No word ‘tween us left unsaid. Oh, love, take me from this bed! Cohorts of the dead, Cohorts of the dead, Cohorts of the dead, I said Part rank and file ahead Lead me by my soul’s-thread To that brighter bridal bed!”
— –Prema Kalidasi
kali bhakti.
The Goddess is the life energy of all things. Without her, nothing could exist.
