“Bagalamukhi: She Who Stilled the Tongue
Bagalamukhi (or Bagala), on one level, is beautiful but ferocious. She can be a trickster Goddess, using trickery and illusion to unmask deeper truths.
Bagalamukhi punishes the wicked and fiercely protects the righteous. Her name means “She whose face has the power to captivate and control.” According to some myths about her, she uses her beauty as a deadly weapon against evil and demonic forces. Her name can also be translated as “She with the face of a crane,” a bird associated with deceit, and also a bird that swallows its prey whole – just as Bagalamukhi swallowed Shiva whole in one of her origin myths. She is the Goddess who smashes through the ego, shattering it so that we may be liberated from illusion.
Bagalamukhi’s sacred color is yellow, and her temple at Kamakhya is painted a vivid and shocking yellow. Devotees throughout India wear yellow and pray to her using malas made of turmeric beads. At Kamakhya she is offered yellow flowers, and like other Devis at Kamakhya her puja is secret.
She can be seen in some places as a very important folk goddess, counteracting the destructive power of gossip. Devotees appeal to Bagalamukhi when they are being verbally attacked, or when gossip is threatening them, to stop wagging tongues. However, her devotees would be well advised to cultivate truth and a distaste for gossip themselves, as this Goddess has no tolerance for it!
The most common imagery of Bagalamukhi shows her holding the tongue of the demon Madan. Madan had been given the siddhi (magical power) of the fruition of speech –that is, anything he said came to be. He immediately began abusing this power and murdering people with it. Bagalamukhi confronted him, grabbed his tongue, and stopped him from speaking.”
Virgin Mary as a Hindu Goddess
A Goddess is a woman tapped into the infinite flow of Oneness, who lives life united in mind, body, and spirit, with goodness.
A goddess is a woman who emerges from deep within herself.
She is a woman who has honestly explored her darkness and learned to celebrate her light.
She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the magnificent possibilities within her.
She is a woman who knows of the magic and mysterious places inside her, the sacred places that can nurture her soul and make her whole.
She is a woman who radiates light. She is magnetic.
She walks into a room and male and female alike feel her presence.
She has power and softness at the same time.
She has powerful sexual energy that’s not dependent on physical looks.
She has a body that she adores and it shows by the way she comfortable lives and moves in it.
She cherishes beauty, light, and love.
She is a mother to all children.
She flows with life in effortless grace.
She can heal with a look or a touch of the hand.
She is fiercely sensual and fearlessly erotic and engages in sex as her way to share with another in touching the Divine.
She is compassion and wisdom.
She is a seeker of Truth and cares deeply about something bigger than herself.
She is a woman who knows that her purpose in life is to reach higher and rule with love.
She is a woman in love with love.
She knows that joy is her destiny and by embracing it and sharing it with others, wounds are healed.
She is a woman who has come to know that her partner is as tender, lost and frightened as she has been at times.
She has come to understand the scars of the boy in him and knows that together, love can be the relief, the healing of their wounds.
She is a woman who can accept herself as she is. She can accept another as they are.
She is able to forgive her mistakes and not feel threatened by another’s even when attacked.
She is a woman who can ask for help when she needs it or give help when asked.
She respects boundaries, hers and another’s.
She can see Goddess in another’s eyes. She can see Goddess in her own. She can see Goddess in every life situation.
She is a woman who takes responsibility for everything she creates in her life.
She is a woman who is totally supportive and giving.
She is a Goddess.
(stole this from Taka ;)
The Feminine Universe: An Exposition of the Ancient Wisdom from the Primordial Feminine Perspective by Miss Alice Lucy Trent
“The Other Philosophy - Everything you have ever heard comes out of the patriarchal world-view. Its materialism, its religion, even its feminism. Here is the other way of seeing the world; the natural way: the way that everyone saw things before patriarchy and will again when patriarchy is long forgotten. …
The Feminine Universe shows how a single Ancient Wisdom, or Primordial Philosophy, lies behind all the great traditions of the world, from the Far East to the ancient Americas, from the Hindu world to the Celtic, and shows how this philosophy was originally a feminine-oriented spirituality which was edited and adulterated by patriarchal societies, but was never wholly lost until the later 20th century.”
The power of the Goddess
I do truly believe in the power of the Goddess. All life originates from the female.
Soft, curvy and powerful, the beauty of the Woman cannot be denied.
Women are psychologically more developed, more sensitive and more powerful than men.
Because of this, throughout history, the male has tried to suppress the Goddess. My Goddess, however, will not be suppressed.
“you disappoint Me with your hesitation, slave,” I said, slapping his face.
Listen up, fuckface, or whatever self-hating name you might choose to torture yourself with – I don’t fuck around with expectations.
Yes, I give my girlfriends credit. It is true. If you have no expectations going in to a relationship, you will not be disappointed. I don’t play that way, bitch.
I don’t play at all. I decide that you’re not a complete waste of My time and in return, you get the uniquely charming quote/unquote pleasure of My company.
Playful, yes. Play, no.
you cry like a pathetic little baby and I kick you to your crib.
I agree with Seth Godin in his concept of the paradox of expectations. High expectations, he says, will inevitably lead to disappointment.
That’s right. I expect the best.
Although, Seth’s road to inevitable disappointment is caused by the constant raising of expectations. Is that the snake that eats its own tail?
The road to hell is paved with what?
In Richmond, Virginia, it’s an endless string of spontaneously erupting potholes that never seem to disappear. Yes, I expect the best from the municipal street repair powers that be: fix the potholes or go to …
When you come into My life, in whatever capacity, know this: I expect the best.
My disappointment around what I expect in any relationship is relative to the number of festering potholes you refuse to fix.
It’s a good thing, kiddos, to venture out into the world with the expectation of safe travels. Why do you think so many dummies hurl themselves from planes?
Nobody expects to go splat into a million little pieces.
Nobody expects to be sucked into a pothole. But it’s mighty fucking inconvenient and unnecessary wear-and-tear on my luxury vehicle. It’s really impolite to slap Me in the ass with the bump of My best expectations of the best possible pavement for My fine-ass vehicle going bump over a big fucking hole.
Whether you’re foolish enough to jump out of a perfectly good airplane or foolhardy enough to enter into my life – you best be bringin’ your best bring.
I expect there will be potholes. Inevitably.
I do not hesitate to expect the best from you.
As a matter of fact –
in My world –
I claim it.
“you will learn to serve your Goddess properly,” with another slap across his face.
“Now, tell Me again,” I said, locking eyes with him as I pulled out a length of duct tape that sounded like it was an unholy band-aid being ripped off of naked skin, “how honored you are to be in My presence.”
“Yes, Goddess, i am not worthy to receive Your attention. i know that i must prove myself. Please. i beg for Your patience, Goddess. i tremble in Your presence.” And he did.
Let’s see you shake, kiddos. Shake your little asses so ferociously in expectation, you shake off the hesitation. Don’t be afraid to disappoint.
Slaps and Kisses.
Get destroyed this week, kiddos.
“I devour this Age of Man!” rages the Hindu Goddess Kali in the Goddess Oracle Deck as rendered by the artist, Thalia Took. Look around you. Destruction abides everywhere.
Even in the simplest things, the force of destruction is vital in sustaining life. Take a plant. By its very nature, a plant is always growing.
Plant cells literally break through their own cell walls to, yes, divide, but also to expand. A plant then grows by shooting its roots down into the ground (or sometimes only water) and upward into the unknown atmosphere. All – while radiating toward the light.
In Kali’s battle with Raktavjia, the lord of demons, a thousand demons sprang up out every drop of his blood that touched the earth. (It’s enough to drive any divine Bitch at least a little crazy…) Kali just rolled out her vicious tongue, licked up every single drop and danced her crazy dance all over the corpses in her wake.
Wildly ecstatic in her destructive victory, she could not be stopped even when the gods begged her to stop. When her own husband, Shiva came to stop her, she was so wild in her joy that she could not recognize him. She did what every Divine Ruling Wife would do – threw him on the corpse-strewn floor and continued her righteous dancing.
The original artwork was created with ink and watercolor on paper. Appropriately, Kali is the first Goddess to appear in Thalia Took’s Goddess Oracle Deck. Only after W/we allow that which does not serve U/us to be destroyed in O/our lives can W/we see into O/our future. For additional inspiration, read the artist’s tale of Kali here.
Her deck includes image of Goddesses from all around the world. Thalia Took’s image of Kali is available for purchase in the format of your choosing, for example a 13 x 16 framed print, a blank journal or the all effective refrigerator magnet to help burn a daily reminder of Kali’s essence into your own skull. If you would like to contact the artist directly, email her at: email@example.com.
As Took’s tale of Kali tells U/us: “And if you would be whole, you must love me and welcome me to yourself as if I were the fairest lover. You must breathe in the air of the abattoir as if it were fragrant as jasmine, sleep among the ashes of the charnel house as on a bed of rose-petals, smile back at the grinning skull with kindness. For Death is no less holy than Life; and all that begins will end.”
Now roll up your tongue and stop slobbering. (I see you staring at her tits.)