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premakalidasi · 3 months
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Vishnu Vishvarupa, India, Rajasthan, Jaipur, ca. 1800-20 Opaque watercolor and gold on paper, 38.5 x 28cm
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premakalidasi · 4 months
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My darling spirit paramour,
My Dionysia of sensory excess;
My cascades of rainbow droplets
Sliding between, tipped off my breasts;
In the rich swirls of your joy I weep
As I swim deep, breathless, steep
Surfacing, a fistful of pearls a-clutch lift
Iridescent opals, ablaze
From your blue dark born(e),
To dazzle mortals' eyes
(aghast agasp)
A splendour hitherto unknown.
--Prema Kalidasi
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premakalidasi · 4 months
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Ramakrishna said: "Those who seek nirvana are selfish and small-minded. They are full of fear. They are like those parcheesi players who are always eager to reach home. An amateur player, once he sends his piece home, doesn't like to bring it out again. Such players are unskilled. But an adept player is never afraid of coming out again, if by doing so he gets the opportunity to capture an opponent. Then he rolls the right number and returns home once more. It seems that whenever he rolls the dice, the right number comes up for him. So do not fear. Play without any fear."
I asked, "Does it actually happen?" The Master replied: "Of course it happens. By Mother's grace everything takes place. Mother likes people to play. Take the game of hide-and-seek. [There is a granny, there is a thief who is blindfolded, and there are children trying to escape being caught by the thief.] The granny likes to have the children run about and make the game go on. She may extend her hand to help a child so he will not be caught by the thief, if she thinks it necessary. Similarly, the Divine Mother is not really pleased with those who seek nirvana, for they want to retire from the game. She wants the game to continue. That is why devotees do not seek nirvana. They say, 'O mind, it is not good to become sugar. I want to eat sugar.'
[…] "The practice of excessive physical mortification and of harming the body in any way stems from tamas [delusion]."
[…] One of the gentlemen said: "Sir, this body is the root of all evils. If it can be destroyed, all troubles will cease." "The raw earthen pots when broken are made into pots again," the Master said, "but the burnt ones, once broken, can never be remade. So if you destroy the body before the attainment of Self-realization, you will have to be reborn and suffer similar consequences." "But, sir," the gentleman objected, "why does one take so much care of his body?" The Master answered: "Those who do the work of moulding, preserve the mould with care till the image is made. When the image is ready, it does not matter whether the mould is kept or rejected. So with this body. One has to realize the Supreme Self. One has to attain Self-knowledge. After that the body may remain or go. Till then the body has to be taken care of." The gentleman was silenced.
--Ramakrishna As We Saw Him
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premakalidasi · 5 months
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She smeared her eyes with kohl, messy;
this reminded her
and anyone who saw her
of one's weeping for God.
--Prema Kalidasi
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premakalidasi · 5 months
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Why are you so screwed up?
Because you believed somebody. Because you believed it when somebody told you how it should be. Whether it's life, jobs, love, race and gender and ability and sanity and success and strength and looks and other identities. And because a bunch of other fools also believed, and continue to believe that.
And there's no use blaming them, just moaning about whoever you think are the baddies unless you're ready to periodically shake up, reshuffle and reconstruct all of those stories yourself. How can you expect anyone, or anything, to change unless you change your mind yourself, act as an example of
"This, too, is how a human being can be"?
It begins with you. 
And it never stops, either.
And no, it's not just the externals. Externals are just stories themselves. And people mistake them for everything. When what you've got to change is the meanings. Especially in the hardest way: by expanding the meaning of your Thing. Because that adds humanity; divisions wall people off from one another. 
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premakalidasi · 5 months
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In illness, you are in the cremation ground.
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premakalidasi · 6 months
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Even with her limbs crushed
Upon the Catherine-wheel
Of Samsara,
Still,
"In the sea-sky 
Of Consciousness
Dance I,"
Sings Prema.
--Prema Kalidasi
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premakalidasi · 6 months
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How different sects react to the image of Kali on Shiva:
Conservative Brahmin pundit: See? She is ASHAMED. Shiva is, in fact, being a good husband in that he's CONTROLLING her. RITUAL ORDER has been established! *Samadhis from moral superiority*
Shaiva: Shambhu really is awesome. Here, he is calmly observing his messenger doing his bidding as his energy of Destruction.
Sadhu: *15-second bong rip* I feel that.
Western yoga teacher: Here, don't bogart that bong. I do remember writing about this imagery in detail in my latest book. Have you read it yet? It's included in the price of this crystal workshop I'm hosting later this month.
Vaishnava: *Shudder of indignation* Urgh. Disgusting! At least when Krishna went to war, it was JUST, and not so frightfully gory. Besides, he looked a lot prettier. Thus spake verse 8636, stanza 9 of the--
Buddhist: *Smugly blissful smile* It's all bullshit, just like everything in this illusion that we think of as Existence. But at least this image is a good depiction of the level of crazy that we, deludedly, think goes on in this bullshit.
Brahmo: Bullshit is about right. We can reach enlightenment without this primitive nonsense, thankyouverymuch.
Hindu biologist: Excuse YOU, but as the ancient science of Ayurveda will tell you, the excrement of a bovine is sacred and contains chemicals that actively fight diabetes and cancer. In fact, I wrote a paper on this very subject in--
Jyotish astrologer: Anyway, back to the secret messages encoded in the subtle yantras hidden within this image, which I can unlock for you, if you just call my WhatsApp number. Give me your birth star and rs. 50 000.- I will do a puja that will put you in Shiva's consciousness immediately!
Bhakta: WHEEEEEEEEE
Shakta: Yes, yes, yes! Isn't she wonderful? Shiva here has the best, VIP seat from which to enjoy the dance of the Universe herself!
Tantric: Heh. No knickers.
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premakalidasi · 6 months
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"Mahayogini," I see you called me.
If I am a great yogini,
Then, my son, answer me this:
Who is a small yogini?
There you are.
No one
Who is yoked to the All
Is small.
--Prema Kalidasi
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premakalidasi · 6 months
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Transcend this reality *with* this reality, *within* this reality.
That's where the greatest capacity for expansion lies:
The space to spread out your wings, the sky.
--Prema Kalidasi
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premakalidasi · 6 months
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Krishna as Kali, worshipped by Radha.
"Krishna as Kali worshipped by Radha (recto), from a Kalighat album, c. 1890. Eastern India, Bengal, Kolkata, Kalighat. Gum tempera, graphite, and ink on paper; secondary support: 48.1 x 29.7 cm (18 15/16 x 11 11/16 in.); painting only: 25.4 x 20.4 cm (10 x 8 1/16 in.). The Cleveland Museum of Art, Gift of William E. Ward in memory of his wife, Evelyn Svec Ward 2003.113.a
Krishna’s cowgirl (gopi) Radha was Ayanaghosha’s wife, and her devotion to him transcended marital ties. Whenever Radha was together with Krishna and her husband appeared, Krishna instantly transformed himself into Kali and Radha into her devotee. Radha, a model devotee, symbolizes the human soul and its longing for god. Her willingness to break the rules of duty (dharma) exemplifies her devotion."
(Via)
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premakalidasi · 6 months
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"Devotees celebrate the festival of worship   Not only while performing japa, Pouring oblations into the fire, Bathing, or meditating But in all states." --Utpaladeva: Shivastotravali
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premakalidasi · 6 months
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No, Baba,
I am not going to join your lineage.
No matter how much you may tempt me;
With powers, smiles, energies--
I can see the vague shape of your Guru standing aghast behind you,
Like a washed-out watercolour,
Frozen, horrified
As he watches you;
Behind an invisible wall
He cannot get past,
Like ice.
No, Baba, 
Take away your dirty hands--
Do not touch me!
I will not join your lineage.
If you were a true Aghori,
Fearless,
You would not hate the Muslims.
You would not preach against them;
You would seek them out,
Befriend them.
For a Sufi saint
Can teach you far more than an angry mob ever can,
Can give you far more than your power over the masses,
That false wealth you run after--
Oh, you're too afraid of losing their favour,
Too afraid of becoming unknown, unheard, unfeted?
Of being left alone,
With just you and God?
Just like you are afraid of the Muslims?
There--
Conquer *that*,
Says Prema, 
And then come talk to me about Aghora.
--Prema Kalidasi
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premakalidasi · 7 months
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premakalidasi · 7 months
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Dr. Svoboda on aghora. At least he's calm and sensible about it all, unlike the somewhat easily spooked interviewer kid. (Part two here.)
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premakalidasi · 8 months
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premakalidasi · 8 months
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Never have I seen faces as blissful
As the heads of goats
At Kamakhya.
I bow, I bow, I bow, bow-bow
Namastasyai, namastasyai, namastasyai, namo-namaha.
--Prema Kalidasi
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