Great Black Mother, I Invite You to the Dance . . .

[omimouse]

Owing Kali a lifedebt is starting to look like a good option, here.

Yes, I read the most recent news on Iraq, why do you ask?

(And before anyone starts to think that I'm considering murder and/or suicide here: I'm a fertile female. Life for life is the price that Kali tends to ask, and it doesn't need to be a life lost. Never forget that Kali Durga is also Kali Ma.)

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[omimouse.livejournal.com]

Hinduism gets pretty bloody confusing at times, yeah.

As far as I can tell, they believe that creation and destruction are integral to each other. Like a forest fire, destruction must occur for new growth, new creation.

Argh. I'm doing a lousy job of trying to explain. Okay, I didn't write this, but it sums her up for me:

Wild black mother,
how can I not love you?
Your dancing hair.
Your dancing feet.
Your dancing eyes.

Wild black mother
how can I not fear you?
Your savage mouth.
Your savage throat.
Your savage hands.

Wild black mother,
how can I not run to you?


Do I personally fear her? No. Do I think that she is 'safe'? Hells no! Kali is fierce, loving, wild, and a powerful force to be reckoned with. I would not call on her lightly, but I would not call on her with fear in my heart, either.

warinbear? She's one of your Patrons; help me out, here?