Showing posts with label Kali. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kali. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Kali-Ma - The Divine Feminine Rage

"There is very little difference between the capacity for Mayhem and Destructionintegrateand Strength of Character"

"There is very little difference between the capacity for Mayhem and Destruction, integrated and Strength of Character"

" Sometimes people are bullied because they can’t fight back. This can happen to people who are weaker, physically, than their opponents. This is one of the most common reasons for the bullying experienced by children. Even the toughest of six-year-olds is no match for someone who is nine. A lot of that power differential disappears in adulthood, however, with the rough stabilization and matching of physical size (with the exception of that pertaining to men and women, with the former typically larger and stronger, particularly in the upper body) as well as the increased penalties generally applied in adulthood to those who insist upon continuing with physical intimidation. 

...But just as often, people are bullied because they won't fight back. This happens not infrequently to people who are by temperament compassionate and self-sacrificing—particularly if they are also high in negative emotion, and make a lot of gratifying noises of suffering when someone sadistic confronts them (children who cry more easily, for example, are more frequently bullied).

It also happens to people who have decided, for one reason or another, that all forms of aggression, including even feelings of anger, are morally wrong. I have seen people with a particularly acute sensitivity to petty tyranny and overaggressive competitiveness restrict within themselves all the emotions that might give rise to such things. Often they are people whose fathers who were excessively angry and controlling. 

Psychological forces are never unidimensional in their value, however, and the truly appalling potential of anger and aggression to produce cruelty and mayhem are balanced by the ability of those primordial forces to push back against oppression, speak Truth, and motivate resolute movement forward in times of strife, uncertainty and danger."


When invoking Kali within, we must do so with care for what may emerge upon her calling. 

Unholy structures must fall, beliefs and language which are only self-serving and do not include the collective of compassionate humanity must go. 

She is the housecleaner who dances through the battlefields of life and calls out the false matrixes at play. 

She is the one who would shut down the factories making a fortune off of child-labor or animal cruelty. 

She is the muddied feet dancing over the tables of Congress to bring shame to the unrighteous laws being passed there. 

She is the part of us who both feels that Earth is our home and we must protect her—while at the same time feeling “not from here,” in an off-planet, unattached to the outcome of her actions sort of way. She is the part of us who cares only for the results of her rage…that those things which should no longer stand due to their ignorance do not stand.

I have never felt a more important time in reality for Kali to emerge in all women (at the very least). Right now this earth is a giant home in chaos. Women have been shut down and taught, in so many cultures worldwide, to stand back or keep their opinions to themselves or to follow the lead; this can no longer be the case if we are to evolve as a species. Kali must come forth in all of us. We must not be okay looking away from what is discordant to us all. We must not fear our inner rage and what will come of it if we let it out in alignment with truth and compassion.

In order to call forth Kali within we could use words like this:

“I now choose to invoke the aspect within me which can no longer look away from the ignorance, which can no longer tolerate intolerance, which can no longer watch the atrocities of this reality, against children, against women, against people of color, against animals, against the Earth herself. 

I invoke Kali in me to bring forth the Divine Rage which cuts through the illusions of ignorance, which slices through the illusions of false truths and false safety, to the heart of this reality. 

I call forth my Divine Feminine Mother self, full of fierce loving rage so that I may take back for the Earth what is hers, for the Children what is theirs, and for the beating Human heart what is the Divine Birthright of all humanity. 

I call forth the part of me who fears nothing, who knows that my Divine Consort and Beloved—the Consciousness in me which is Shiva-mind—still pointed, calm, and resolute—is standing ground under me and for me. I now choose to activate the Divine Rage of the Mother of us all—in form—so that I may begin to participate in the great change which must now come at this stage in Human Evolution. 

I choose to allow the incineration of the old, the death of the old ways and the removal of a paradigm of regret and sorrow in order to usher in a great transformation of the Ages…which is the role of the Kali in me. 

And so it is. 

As the Butterfly bursts forth from the Cocoon, so too does Kali—in me—burst the fabric of Creation in order to reveal the next cycle. “

When asked about PTSD, Complex PTSD, Schizophrenia and  Borderline Personality Disorder Teal gives her mind about The Current Mental Health System and how Diagnosing can injure people.  Diagnosing in Mental Health creates negative patterns within ourselves.  

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This is an excerpt from the March 4th 2018 Online Synchronization Workshop.  To view the rest of the workshop please visit 

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Rage, Rage Against The Dying of The Knight...

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Prophecy : No Man's Land

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.

Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

If you cross the River with your army,
You Will Destroy a Great Kingdom

Oracular Pronouncement at Delphi to King Croesus
[ and so he did - his own. ]

 These were the offerings sent by Croesus to Delphi. To the shrine of Amphiaraus, with whose valour and misfortune he was acquainted, he sent a shield entirely of gold, and a spear, also of solid gold, both head and shaft. They were still existing in my day at Thebes, laid up in the temple of Ismenian Apollo. The messengers who had the charge of conveying these treasures to the shrines, received instructions to ask the oracles whether Croesus should go to war with the Persians and if so, whether he should strengthen himself by the forces of an ally. Accordingly, when they had reached their destinations and presented the gifts, they proceeded to consult the oracles in the following terms:- 

"Croesus, of Lydia and other countries, believing that these are the only real oracles in all the world, has sent you such presents as your discoveries deserved, and now inquires of you whether he shall go to war with the Persians, and if so, whether he shall strengthen himself by the forces of a confederate." 

Both the oracles agreed in the tenor of their reply, which was in each case a prophecy that if Croesus attacked the Persians, he would destroy a mighty empire, and a recommendation to him to look and see who were the most powerful of the Greeks, and to make alliance with them. At the receipt of these oracular replies Croesus was overjoyed, and feeling sure now that he would destroy the empire of the Persians, he sent once more to Pytho, and presented to the Delphians, the number of whom he had ascertained, two gold staters apiece. In return for this the Delphians granted to Croesus and the Lydians the privilege of precedency in consulting the oracle, exemption from all charges, the most honourable seat at the festivals, and the perpetual right of becoming at pleasure citizens of their town. 

After sending these presents to the Delphians, Croesus a third time consulted the oracle, for having once proved its truthfulness, he wished to make constant use of it. The question whereto he now desired an answer was- "Whether his kingdom would be of long duration?" The following was the reply of the Pythoness:- Wait till the time shall come when a mule is monarch of Media; Then, thou delicate Lydian, away to the pebbles of Hermus; Haste, oh! haste thee away, nor blush to behave like a coward. 

Of all the answers that had reached him, this pleased him far the best, for it seemed incredible that a mule should ever come to be king of the Medes, and so he concluded that the sovereignty would never depart from himself or his seed after him. Afterwards he turned his thoughts to the alliance which he had been recommended to contract, and sought to ascertain by inquiry which was the most powerful of the Grecian states. 

His inquiries pointed out to him two states as pre-eminent above the rest. These were the Lacedaemonians and the Athenians, the former of Doric, the latter of Ionic blood. And indeed these two nations had held from very, early times the most distinguished place in Greece, the being a Pelasgic, the other a Hellenic people, and the one having never quitted its original seats, while the other had been excessively migratory; for during the reign of Deucalion, Phthiotis was the country in which the Hellenes dwelt, but under Dorus, the son of Hellen, they moved to the tract at the base of Ossa and Olympus, which is called Histiaeotis; forced to retire from that region by the Cadmeians, they settled, under the name of Macedni, in the chain of Pindus. Hence they once more removed and came to Dryopis; and from Dryopis having entered the Peloponnese in this way, they became known as Dorians.

"There's something out there waiting for Us - and it ain't No Man."
―Billy Sole

"I already heard you Sing - "

"You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just... Angel... Kills me! You don't... Angel..."

Steve Trevor: 
This is No Man's Land, Diana! It means No Man can cross it, alright? 

This battalion has been here for nearly a year and they've barely gained an inch. All right? 

Because on the other side there are a bunch of Germans pointing machine guns at every square inch of this place. 

This is not something you can cross. 

It's not possible. 

Princess Diana: 
So... what? So we do nothing? 

Steve Trevor: 

No, we are doing something! We are! 

We just... we can't save everyone in this war. 

This is not what we came here to do. 

Princess Diana
Queen of Heaven
Goddess of Truth and Righteous Retribution,
Champion of The Meek, The Mild and The Wretched of The Earth
Friend to Animals, Defender of The Innocent, Guardian of the Weak,
Protector of Widows, Orphans and Wronged-Women: 

No. But it is what I am going to do.

"Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, Lord of Carrion! Leave The Dead in peace!"

"No living Man may hinder me!" 

"Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may." 

"No Man may kill me!" 

"I am No Man." 

As Frodo and Sam stood and gazed, the rim of light spread all along the line of the Ephel Dúath, and then... a shape, moving at a great speed out of the West,... passed high above them. As it went it sent out a long shrill cry, the voice of a Nazgûl; but... it was a cry of woe..., ill tidings for the Dark Tower....

'What did I tell you? Something's happening!' cried Sam. 'The war's going well, said Shagrat; but Gorbag he wasn't so sure. And he was right there too. Things are looking up, Mr. Frodo. 

Haven't you got some hope now?'" 

The Return of the King, 
LoTR Book 6, Ch 2, 
The Land of Shadow

Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
They fight and YOUNG SIWARD is slain

Thou wast born of woman
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.


Alarums. Enter MACDUFF

That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms
Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth,
Or else my sword with an unbatter'd edge
I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be;
By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune!
And more I beg not.

Exit. Alarums


This way, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:
The tyrant's people on both sides do fight;
The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours,
And little is to do.

We have met with foes
That strike beside us.

Enter, sir, the castle.
Exeunt. Alarums

SCENE VIII. Another part of the field.

Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.


Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Of all men else I have avoided thee:
But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

I have no words:
My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

They fight

Thou losest labour:
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.

Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.

Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
'Here may you see the tyrant.'

I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums

Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other Thanes, and Soldiers

I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
Some must go off: and yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Macduff is missing, and your noble son.
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt:
He only lived but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
Then he is dead?
Ay, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Had he his hurts before?
Ay, on the front.
Why then, God's soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death:
And so, his knell is knoll'd.
He's worth more sorrow,
And that I'll spend for him.
He's worth no more
They say he parted well, and paid his score:
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH's head

Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds;
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:
Hail, King of Scotland!
Hail, King of Scotland!

We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time and place:
So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.

Flourish. Exeunt

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Diana, This is Not What We Came Here to Do

We just... we can't save everyone in this war. 

This is not what we came here to do. 

Princess Diana
Queen of Heaven
Goddess of Truth and Righteous Retribution,
Champion of The Meek, The Mild and The Wretched of The Earth
Friend to Animals, Defender of The Innocent, Guardian of the Weak,
Protector of Widows, Orphans and Wronged-Women: 

No. But it is what am going to do.

Oh, Charlie - but then who will Sing for us...?

[ Mummy Says you should name him 'George'.]

On Themyscira, we learn how to dance - that is not dancing, they are... swaying....

Monday, 12 June 2017

Do NOT Fuck with Kali-Ma - She Will DEVOUR You


Mighty Goddess, Queen of Heaven
Protector of Widows and Orphans,
Wronged Women
and The Wretched of The Earth;

Bold Artimis, Mistress of The Hunt
Defender of The Weak,
Bringer of Justice through Righteous Retribution;

Queen of Hearts, 
The On-Coming Storm
Princess Diana.

Hear Now My Prayer :

Friday, 9 June 2017

Who Governs ? Who, Whom.

Do NOT Fuck with Kali-Ma - She Will DEVOUR You

Supreme Executive Power Derrives from a Mandate fom The MASSES, not from some farcical ermine-wrapped, hand-kissing ceremonial subjection to arbitrary Anglo-Dutch German Degenerate Pretended Royal House!

Down With the Ruling House of Hanover!!

Long Live the True King, Long Live the Free Peoples of Pryddain, and God Save Our Leader!

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

The Dread Curse of Kali-Māa

Psalm 109 KJV - Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise; - Bible Gateway

Psalm 109King James Version (KJV)

109 Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;

2 For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me: they have spoken against me with a lying tongue.

3 They compassed me about also with words of hatred; and fought against me without a cause.

4 For my love they are my adversaries: but I give myself unto prayer.

5 And they have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.

6 Set thou a wicked man over him: and let Satan stand at his right hand.

7 When he shall be judged, let him be condemned: and let his prayer become sin.

8 Let his days be few; and let another take his office.

9 Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.

10 Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg: let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places.

11 Let the extortioner catch all that he hath; and let the strangers spoil his labour.

12 Let there be none to extend mercy unto him: neither let there be any to favour his fatherless children.

13 Let his posterity be cut off; and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.

14 Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with the Lord; and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.

15 Let them be before the Lord continually, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.

16 Because that he remembered not to shew mercy, but persecuted the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the broken in heart.

17 As he loved cursing, so let it come unto him: as he delighted not in blessing, so let it be far from him.

18 As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

19 Let it be unto him as the garment which covereth him, and for a girdle wherewith he is girded continually.

20 Let this be the reward of mine adversaries from the Lord, and of them that speak evil against my soul.

21 But do thou for me, O God the Lord, for thy name's sake: because thy mercy is good, deliver thou me.

22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.

23 I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

24 My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.

25 I became also a reproach unto them: when they looked upon me they shaked their heads.

26 Help me, O Lord my God: O save me according to thy mercy:

27 That they may know that this is thy hand; that thou, Lord, hast done it.

28 Let them curse, but bless thou: when they arise, let them be ashamed; but let thy servant rejoice.

29 Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame, and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a mantle.

30 I will greatly praise the Lord with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the multitude.

31 For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor, to save him from those that condemn his soul.

Monday, 13 February 2017

After The Flood : Heroes, Gods & Monsters of the Zombie Post-Apocalypse

Chapter 6
1 And it came to pass, when Men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them,

2 That the Sons of God saw the Daughters of Men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.

3 And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his 
days shall be an hundred and twenty years.

4 There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the Sons of God came in unto the Daughters of Men, and they bare children to them, the same became Mighty Men which were of old, Men of Renown.

5 And GOD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually

6 And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart.

7 And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.





The Lord of the Flies