Om Mata, Om Kali; Even God Has a Mother

As I sit here in my last day of my Kauai retreat with a candle lit, a softened heart, with a shrine to my Shiva Lingham that I just drew for homework, I can't help but feel a bit saddened, but deepened into the mystery of life. On this burning candle on one side is an image of the Virgin De Guadalupe and on the other side, it says, "Mater Immaculata Ora Pronobis", which I have googled to mean

"Mother of God Pray for Us; Mother of God, Pray for Us!" and it has this beautiful image on it of the

Divine, mysterious, all-forgiving mother; notice the crescent moon at her feet, roses on her gown; all symbolism that has been coming up for me this week. We are praying to Kali, but somehow this one, the Virgin de San Juan has made it into my consciousness. Oh mother of God, pray for us!


What birthed God; what audacity to create this world, this universe, this breath! What kind of fierce compassion, to have give risen to worlds, knowing full well of ALL the pain and hardship and suffering that we will endure, but knowing in the end, we will experience Divine Glory, because that's All There Is. She's the mother of this Divine Spirit, the birther of breath, the sacredness of all life. 


Which relates to the first line of the Lord's Prayer in Aramaic, the language that Jesus spoke; 


Abwoon d'bwashmaya,
Nethqadash shmakh,
Teytey malkuthakh.
Nehwey tzevyanach aykanna d'bwashmaya aph b'arha.
Hawvlan lachma d'sunqanan yaomana.
Washboqlan khaubayn (wakhtahayn)
aykana daph khnan shbwoqan l'khayyabayn.
Wela tahlan l'nesyuna.
Ela patzan min bisha.
Metol dilakhie malkutha wahayla wateshbukhta l'ahlam almin.
Amen.


Which could come to mean something much more than "Our father who art in heaven," but as;


O Cosmic Birther of all radiance and vibration!
Soften the ground of our being
and carve us a space within us
where Your Presence can abide.

Fill us with Your creativity
so that we may be empowered
to bear the fruit of Your mission.

Let each of our actions bear fruit
in accordance with our desire.

Endow us with the wisdom to produce and share
what each being needs to grow and flourish.

Untie the tangled threads of destiny that bind us,
As we release others from the entanglement of past mistakes.

Do not let us be seduced by that which would divert us from our true Purpose,
But illuminate the opportunities of the present moment.

For You are the ground and the fruitful vision,
the birth-power and fulfillment,
as all is gathered and made whole once again. 


This prayer reads much differently than the one we see in the bible, which doesn't acknowledge the feminine principal as the creatrix of worlds, of sustenance, of life.


So I bow to the sweetness in between our pulse; this vast empty space of the Shiva consciousness, and the sudden blood rushing through the heart, the BOOM BOOM, that fills the emptiness with the matter of life; our blood, the Shakti. We must bow to these energies that are inside the body!