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Monday, October 14, 2013

rupang dehi jayang dehi

As the day awakens, the skies remain a gainsboro gray, from Cyclone Phailin spinning its web of karma 600 km southeast of this fortress city on the Ganges. Gentle rains continue to drizzle on the lush green trees that live for the winds from the Ganga. The temperature is pleasant for me at 24C/75F.   Shankhs and pujas continue to resound through the cool air, as Durga puja mantras pepper the breezes that come wafting across my drenched marble verandah.

Today is Vijaya Dashami, when it is time to give Durga to visharjan and let her melt away. 
Since childhood, I have always cried fiercely on this day.  I always feel abandoned, as though she has left me here to rot on the earth, as she returns to the magic of the heavens.  As a woman, I watch men celebrate her, rejoice in her work, and then throw her into a river. Many women miss her as they miss their mother – indeed she is mother – so they are not permitted to make the courageous ride on the boat out to the middle of the river, where she will be submerged, re-merged with the elements, just as they are not permitted to have their mothers at their weddings, when they are given away to another family.

Mahishasura nirnaashi bhaktaanaam sukhade namah |
to you who caused the destruction of the great Ego, giver of happiness to devotees,
we bow to you.

Rupam dehi jayam dehi yasho dehi dvisho jahi ||
Grant us your form, Grant us victory, Grant us welfare, remove all hostility.

   
Durga, in Sanskrit, means fortress, the inaccessible, or the invincible, the one not easily reached (dur- = "with difficulty" (compare Greek δυσ- (dys-)) and gā = "come", "go").

Maa Durga is an embodiment of divine creative feminine force, Shakti. She exists in a state of svātantrya, independence from the universe and anything or anyone, i.e., self-sufficiency.  She has fierce compassion. Durga manifests fearlessness and patience, and never loses her sense of humor, even during spiritual battles of epic proportion.  Durga protects her devotees from the evils of the world, and since the most dangerous thing working against us is ourselves, she helps us to remove those mental and emotional seeds that create calamities in our minds, hearts, actions, and words. 

Durga Mother protects her children from these inner demons, and allows us to fluorish without hindrances on the path of our dharma in the cradle of (her) love, the ultimate healer and the ultimate weapon. She is worshipped with the beeja mantra "Dum," and she works from the Manipura chakra. 

Durga has many aspects, one of which is Kali, the fiercer, demon-fighting form of Shiva's wife, goddess Parvati.  She carries weapons given to her by various other powers/gods: Rudra's trident, Vishnu's discus, Indra's thunderbolt, Brahma's kamandalu, Kuber's Ratnahar. Mastery of these symbolic weapons is celebrated on DurgaAsthami, or Veerashtami, where people will perform their prowess using arms or martial arts.


She rides a ferocious lion. She is crowned with the moon on her head. She is kantiwali/armed with weapons, yet also carries a lotus flower in her many arms. She is mesmerizingly beautiful, maintains a meditative smile, and practices mudras/symbolic hand gestures. Durga carries a shankh/conch shell to symbolize the power of sound and vibration, the chakra to symbolize time, a bow and arrows, the trident, a snake, a mace, a full sword, and a thunderbolt in her many arms. She has three eyes. She wears an armlet, necklaces, bangles, anklets, and she has earrings with gemstones.  

  


Mahagauri is very much related to Ayurveda. Her power is unfailing, instantly fruitful, and full of patience.  Gauri is the one who knows the cow (gau=cow).  On the very active day of DurgaAsthami, the eighth day of Navaratri, she is worshipped through the Maha Gauri Puja. The substances from the cow have magical powers of healing. Panchagavya (pancha=five, gavya=of the cow) is used: milk, yogurt/curd, ghee, goumutra, and cow dung.  Pure milk is the substance that can transform and nourish our tissues in deep ways, that no other substance can; it builds Ojas, the essence of our strength, resilience, and immunity. From worship of MahaGauri,  our pāpas (sins; in ayurveda, read faults or doshas) of past, present and future are washed away, as we purify ourselves in all aspects of life.

MahaGauri is intelligent, peaceful and calm. Due to her long austerities in the deep forests of the Himalayas, she had developed a dark complexion. When Lord Shiva cleaned her with the water of his beloved Ganges, her body regained its beauty and he saw her skin shining like gold and reflecting the light. In Aryan times, this was re-interpreted from reflecting light to white, so some know her as extremely white.  When we have healthy tissues, our skin has a sheen, one of the signs of abundant Ojas.

She wears white clothes, has four arms, and rides on a bull. Her right lower hand holds the mudra of allaying fear and the left upper one is in the mudra of granting blessing to her devotees. Her right upper hand holds a trishul or trident; the left lower hand holds a ‘damaru,’ a small two-headed rattle-drum or power drum.  It is believed that the Sanskrit language was recognized by the drumbeats of the damaru, according to the Shiva Sutra, the fourteen verses that organize the phonemes of Sanskritam, alongside Shiva’s performance of the cosmic dance of tandava, the cosmic vigorous dance that was the source of the cycle of creation, preservation and dissolution. Some interpret the triangular upward representation of the bottom half of the drum symbolizes male procreativity as the Lingam, and the downward rounder representation symbolizes the female procreativity.  Where they meet at the midpoint of the damaru symbolizes, well… creation.  Pure milk is the best food for creating healthy sperm and egg, and the essence beyond, which is Ojas.


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The water drips from the roof, and squirrels come out to partake in the fruits that have fallen from the gusts over the past two days. The air is suddenly quiet.  Then, ... drums begin their eerie fierce chant, as shouting is heard from men, first from afar then nearer and nearer.  In turn, men are heard approaching, then silence.  Trumpets and music continue in waves, getting nearer and nearer then disappearing, as conch shells blow. All the while drums beat.  It is time. Maa Durga, all over this western bank of the Ganga, is being carried by her sons, to her dissolution.  I suppose I should walk over toward the Vishwanath Temple, to the spectacular views at the Dashashwamedh Ghat, the main ghat on the Ganga. But my heart calls me to sit inside a bit longer, until the Maya clears and the loss is bearable. 
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These ten days and nine nights are a time of thanksgiving to Mother Nature, who protects and sustains us and is the primeval source of power. On the Ashtami (eighth) day little girls are fed, gifted, and worshipped as the incarnation of Goddess Shakti, because only they have the powers for nuclear fission and fusion that can create new human beings.  Their potential and the coming decades of space-time are given due allegiance, as they will beget the future generation.

The practice of Devi worship, in which we chant the 1000 names of Devi, is actually attention to the powers of our massive ecosystem, the Earth and its powers. My astrological chart says I was born into the quadrant of Devi. Our family kuladevata is Devi. My guru, also born into the Devi quadrant, knows my lifework is to bring awareness about the healing possible when we are attuned to our ecosystem. 

He arranged the fortune last month of doing pujas for Devi. In the mountains above Coimbatore on a deep rural Friday night in the forest, during Krishna Paksha with the moon fading,
108 women, and this year several dozen men, recited the 1000 names of Devi.  Last year, when he gave me this same gift, we were asked to make a wish before the puja. I had asked to be given a Fulbright award; the powers of the Earth complied.  This year I gave quiet thanks as I made a new wish. 


ya devi sarva bhutesu, shanti rupena sansthitha
ya devi sarva bhutesu, shakti rupena sansthitha
ya devi sarva bhutesu, matra rupena sansthitha
namastasyai, namastasyai, namastasyai, namo namaha ||


Translation:
To the goddess who is omnipresent in the universe as the symbol of peace,
To the goddess who is omnipresent in the universe as the embodiment of power,
To the goddess who is omnipresent in the universe as the personification of universal mother,
I lower my head to her, I give allegiance to her, I bow to her.