Gardener
Again, from Rachel Pollack’s book.
Kali Ma. The Black Mother, Mother Night. Kali Mahadeva. The Great Mother Goddess. The modern sage Sri Ramakrishna prayed for a vision before her statue. The temple, the floor, the walls, all disappeared. He knew nothing but the Mother. Later, he wrote, “Maha-Kali, the Great Power, was one with Maha-Kala, the Absolute.”
For followers of Tantra, Kali is Creator, Preserver and Destroyer. These are commonly the titles for Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, but Tantric texts declare that even this supreme Trimurti was born out of Kali's infinite being. (For the Kabbalists out there, I will note this reminds me of the concept of the Ein Sof.) In Tantra, one of the keys to accepting life is the knowledge that the Goddess who creates the universe is also the Goddess who destroys it. Kali’s color is black, for the Nothing beyond creation. But she also appears in red, as the Mother who gives birth, and in white, as the Virgin. Maiden, Mother, Crone.
In the Haindl Tarot she wears a Moon crown, which is borrowed from the traditional Tarot’s High Priestess because she represents the Absolute in its female form.
“The Terrible Mother,” “Kali the Merciless,” drinker of blood. Before the British ended human sacrifice in India (Joseph Campbell is being quoted here), priests beheaded a male child in front of Kali’s statue in the city of Tanjore. Blood is thought to appease her anger, and without the blood sacrifice she will become uncontrollable and destroy the universe. Fire is her element, destructive as well as creative. Do we sense a theme? (Aside: Rachel suggests that Campbell’s account of blood sacrifice may be apocryphal, deriving only from British propaganda.)
For all the terror of her countenance, the Hindus do not shun Kali. Homes display shrines to her, because she protects her own from disaster. In one story, a great demon threatened the Gods. Even Shiva found himself powerless against the monster, and so Parvati (his mate) knitted her brow and Kali, taking shape out of her limitless being, sprang from Parvati’s forehead. She killed the demon and then went wild, dancing in her ecstasy. But her ecstasy was so powerful it became dangerous, breaking down the order of the universe. As she threatened existence itself with her dance, Shiva appraoched her. He pled for moderation, and in her wildness she cast him down. About to trample him, she paused, and some remnant of awareness forced her to see Shiva lying beneath her. She forced an end to her ecstatic dance, but refused to vanish back inside Parvati. Once we experience ecstasy, we cannot pretend it has not marked us.
Kali Ma. The Black Mother, Mother Night. Kali Mahadeva. The Great Mother Goddess. The modern sage Sri Ramakrishna prayed for a vision before her statue. The temple, the floor, the walls, all disappeared. He knew nothing but the Mother. Later, he wrote, “Maha-Kali, the Great Power, was one with Maha-Kala, the Absolute.”
For followers of Tantra, Kali is Creator, Preserver and Destroyer. These are commonly the titles for Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, but Tantric texts declare that even this supreme Trimurti was born out of Kali's infinite being. (For the Kabbalists out there, I will note this reminds me of the concept of the Ein Sof.) In Tantra, one of the keys to accepting life is the knowledge that the Goddess who creates the universe is also the Goddess who destroys it. Kali’s color is black, for the Nothing beyond creation. But she also appears in red, as the Mother who gives birth, and in white, as the Virgin. Maiden, Mother, Crone.
In the Haindl Tarot she wears a Moon crown, which is borrowed from the traditional Tarot’s High Priestess because she represents the Absolute in its female form.
“The Terrible Mother,” “Kali the Merciless,” drinker of blood. Before the British ended human sacrifice in India (Joseph Campbell is being quoted here), priests beheaded a male child in front of Kali’s statue in the city of Tanjore. Blood is thought to appease her anger, and without the blood sacrifice she will become uncontrollable and destroy the universe. Fire is her element, destructive as well as creative. Do we sense a theme? (Aside: Rachel suggests that Campbell’s account of blood sacrifice may be apocryphal, deriving only from British propaganda.)
For all the terror of her countenance, the Hindus do not shun Kali. Homes display shrines to her, because she protects her own from disaster. In one story, a great demon threatened the Gods. Even Shiva found himself powerless against the monster, and so Parvati (his mate) knitted her brow and Kali, taking shape out of her limitless being, sprang from Parvati’s forehead. She killed the demon and then went wild, dancing in her ecstasy. But her ecstasy was so powerful it became dangerous, breaking down the order of the universe. As she threatened existence itself with her dance, Shiva appraoched her. He pled for moderation, and in her wildness she cast him down. About to trample him, she paused, and some remnant of awareness forced her to see Shiva lying beneath her. She forced an end to her ecstatic dance, but refused to vanish back inside Parvati. Once we experience ecstasy, we cannot pretend it has not marked us.