Vindhyavasini Ma

 

At the Vindhyavasini temple , just gazing at the Devis image was a jolt to the senses .. a deep imprint.. a mix of fascination and fear ... Despite the shoving and the jostling and the hankering, there was something quite unsettling about the energy there in and around the temple .. I sat outside with the rest of the Isha group to do my Shambhavi .. and I had this sensation of strange buzz and vibration in my whole being , now I had exited the outside world .. and then the surreal experience of experiencing Her very close to me .. almost within me .. she in her cruelest fiercest forms .. literally biting and lashing at me and stripping me off my skin bit by bit ,.. yes my skin.. until my raw flesh was exposed .. but it seemed like I needed this ..some sort of punishment ..a reminder .. a release of some sort ? . all the anguish I imagined in that moment .. Her doing this to me was an honour and reverence and pleasure ..I was addressing her as Ma as I groaned internally with all the sweet anguish I felt .. felt strangely free and fearless… so hard to explain .. I had my cheeks streaked with tears when I woke up

I don’t care if I imagined it … I needed this somehow .. and my eyes well up, a deep shiver in my being when I think of those brief powerful moments

 

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