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By Laura Goodwin Copyright 1998

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You look at the scary, fanged images of bloodthirsty Kali and wonder, perhaps, how such a horrible image could inspire in anyone a religious frame of mind. How is it that Kali the Bloody, Kali the Devourer, can also be called the Well of Compassion?

Recently a man wrote to ask me if the Kali we of SMC adore is the demon of destruction that was Shiva's wife? I laughed, and then I asked myself what was so funny about his question.

The simple answer is yes, I adore Kali Ma, AKA Goddess of Destruction! Right on, Kali! Kill, smash, tear and grind it all up with your terrible teeth! Why the hell not!? I'm sure you, too, have known days when that actually seemed like a good idea. Kill 'em, eat 'em, and wear their skins!

YAAAAAAAA! I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about, "It's a good thing I don't have the button right now, BECAUSE I'D PUSH IT AND KEEP PUSHING IT AND NEVER STOP!"

I see an image of Kali munching Shiva's intestines, and instead of thinking how it might have been inspired by the Oriental custom of biting the umbilical cord, I think, maybe it was inspired by Shiva forgetting to shut the tent flap again ONE LAST TIME. WANT SOME CATSUP WITH THAT, KALI BABY?

Is it possible to talk about nature, especially human nature, without ultimately looking at the unpretty fact that pain and destruction happen? Whatever evil is, wherever it comes from, is certainly is a force to be reckoned with. If the Goddess is the Mother of all, then She must be the mother of pain and fury and death, because these things are certainly a part of life.

Kali's terrible aspect of Destroyer...what does it mean? Are we actually supposed to love this ugly image and revere it the way we love the tender and infinitely compassionate Mother of Life and Pleasure? In a word, yes. You must become as accepting of the ugly and dirty side of life as you are of the pretty and pleasant side, or you can't honestly say you love life at all.

Let's start with a simple exercise:
Picture in your imagination a really terrible person, perhaps someone who hurt you very badly. Now imagine Kali snacking on those intestines. See how much better you feel?

Kali destroys everything we hate and fear and despise, every niggling thing and person that annoys us. Oh, Joy! That's one reason why She is called Compassionate One. I thank thee, Dear Goddess, that all that is bad and wrong must end, destroyed by Your ever-loving hand.

Out with the old, and in with the new. Our wonderful Goddess mows down every obstacle in our path, clearing the way for exciting fresh opportunities. The blossom must die to give way to the fruit. The fruit must die so the seed may be born. Destruction is always followed closely by creation, so closely that the two processes can't be separated.

Understand and accept this fact stoically, gracefully, and you are well on your way to enlightened wisdom. Shit happens, get used to it.

Get used to that, and you're just about ready for the ultimate revelation. Tighten your girdle and adopt your most objective attitude, because here's the hard part: Everything we love, and we ourselves are also doomed. The galling thing is, our enemies will rejoice.... but they too are dooooooommmmed!

YaaaHaHaHaHA!

I don't know about you, but I'm laughing my ass off! The whole dog and pony show is getting hauled out with the ashes. Everything is meaningless, and futile, and absurd, and *deeply, deeply serious* (chuckle).

The term *Maya* has been attached to this messy enchilada we call life, the universe, and everything. Philosophical types who wish to distance themselves from the pain of life say Maya is "illusion", but Barbara Walker, in _The Woman's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets_ translates Maya as "magic" and declares it's one of the names of the Goddess Herself.

Well! I can understand why *some people* would call the Goddess Herself an illusion, but I'm not in the business of encouraging that view. Being, matter and life are transitory and dust in the wind, but the dust gets in your eye and that's no illusion.

This whole messy business of creation and destruction, creation and destruction, is the Goddess expressing Her Divine Self through play. If you can create a whole new universe as easy as sneezing, you have a different view of death, I think. The story of Shiva the lunchmeat has a happy ending, since the Goddess just restores him to life again.

Checkmate! Whew! Wanna play again?

The common household image of a regal bitch clad in animal skins and causing pain is nothing more or less than a modern interpretation and dramatic re-enactment of this ancient mythic tableau. The beauty and mystery of the rite is revealed when love blooms in the midst of the rubble.

As Shakti and shakta, a dominant woman and her playmate should feel their own power of destruction and creation, and revel in it. It is this power exchange that makes us feel, in our own small way, divine.

Life exists between pleasure and pain, not at either extreme, but swinging and shaking and thumping around in the middle, and it just goes on and on. It's going on all around, and inside you. You want to see the most terrible and beautiful aspect of Kali, the most incredible one of all? *Look in the mirror*.

May the Goddess reveal to you Her true face, the one that loves you.

Kali (India) Cult name of the goddess Durga. Wife to Shiva. A bloodthirsty fertility goddess to whom the Thugs (Under the title Bhavani, she was invoked by this secret brotherhood of murderers.) sacrificed their victims. Her idol is black, is smeared with blood, has huge fang-like teeth, and a protruding tongue that drips with blood. She wears a necklace of skulls, earrings of corpses, and is girdled with serpents. She usually has four arms, symbolizing absolute dominion over all finite things. One hand holds a sword, the second holds a severed human head, the third is believed by her devotees to be removing fear, and the fourth is often interpreted as granting bliss. Kali-omnipotent, absolute, and all-pervasive-is beyond fear and finite existence and is therefore believed able to protect her devotees against fear and to give them limitless peace. Finally, as absolute night, devouring all that exists, she is sometimes depicted as standing on the corpse of Shiva, which, like the garland of skulls, symbolizes the remains of finite existence. Kali's worshipers reportedly appeased her in the past with human sacrifices. She is propitiated today with the blood of mammals.