With skin as dark as SPACE, eyes red with fire and a blood soaked tongue that licks up the blood of her enemies, Kali has got to be the most un-yoga Goddess of them all. That’s why she’s my bitch. Kali, the goddess of radical transformation, the one you call on when shit is hitting the fan, your blood is boiling, and the only solution is to cut off some heads. I would say she is the opposite of Peace and harmony, but we’ve all experienced her essence running through our veins as we spit fire at our victims, burn bridges and let the world implode into oblivion.
The wildness. I’m pretty sure I spent most of the early twenties letting Kali continuously reshape my world, and through blood, sweat, tears and copious amounts of alcohol I came out a better version of myself, the one, true self, who was buried under all that rubble. I sought out my wildness, I got my heart broken, TWICE, I spent a bit of time in the psychiatric unit and I sought out adventure like my life depended on it. Someone told me I couldn’t do something, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
Our lives are shaped by the essence that is Kali. The warrior who gets lost in the heat of the battle and ends up killing everyone, even the good guys. We are our darkness just as much as we are our light. The greater the light, the greater the shadow. We do shitty things, we hurt people, we are not perfect homo-sapiens, we all have a darkness, and there have been times in our lives where we’ve felt that call to the wild, the call to destroy our precious surroundings, to burn everything to ground and what came next? Things still grow from the ash.
What are the thoughts. feelings, experiences you hide deep in the corners of your mind? What don’t you want to let come to the surface out of fear? Those are the feelings Kali wants you to dig for, she wants you to explore the dark corners so nothing can hide, so you are ALL of you, not just the bright happy pieces.
Take a moment and grab a pen and paper and just start writing…. all the shitty stuff you’ve done or that has been done to you. The stuff you would never write on paper, it’s okay, you can burn it once its over. PUT IT DOWN IN BLACK AND WHITE. You are the sum of all the pieces, and when one piece is hidden, the whole puzzle doesn’t come together. Keep digging, find the stuff so buried that you struggle to write the words. Bring the darkness into the light. Feel the emotions attached to those circumstances, truly feel them, it’s shitty and it hurts but it’s worse to hide. Now repeat this every day. Wake up to the whole you. Except where you have come from and where you are going so you can find true blissful presence in every moment on this planet. Don’t be triggered, know the darkness so well that you can be still with it. You can accept it, in all is misery. Because life isn’t just LOVE LIGHT AND ENERGY. You can find ananda (bliss/Love) even at the root of all the shadows. It is this path that leads you to RADICAL TRANSFORMATION. Make Kali your bitch too.