Dated Around 2015
Those who seek to enter the sacred space "between the worlds" through a successful ritual do so at their own risk.
The largely uncharted regions of the universe of the mind - in which Truth resides, guarded by Fierce Protectors - leave the Adept vulnerable in direct proportion to the power invoked.
-James Wasserman, The Mystery Traditions
Aum and salutations to she who is the first one, dark within her own reality, the supreme primordial feminine, who cuts through illusion to the absolute truth of existence.
Dedication to my Great-Grandfather
In the breathe (spirit) of my Great-Grandfather, whose taste I've felt in the tearful nights, imagining him meditating on the edges of a funeral pyre, begging for release from the darkness of time, in the form of the Dark Mother. I've sensed your need to walk backwards in time to begin your life. To begin not at the womb, but at cremation. To burn and en-light the inner Phoenix. At the end of your time, you recognized that time (Kaala) was an illusion (Maya), but a great illusion (Maha-Maya), created by Infinite Love for time's most beautiful illusion, the Dark Mother (Kaali). For the two are really intimately united as one, as in yab-yum, time (Kaala) and illusion (Kaali), in infinite bliss.
It is through your perversions, that I similarly chase after Her, in a way that only a Mystic would understand. To bow to Her as a Child bows to a Mother, to love Her the way only the Greatest Romantic can conjure, to learn from Her the way we learn from our Elders, and to finally move beyond Her as She will finally Slice us from our final attachment, our ego-identity, into Oneness. For it is our heads in all of our lifetimes that she carries dangling around her neck, as she drinks from the cup filled with our nectar.
The darkness you endured where you intentionally broke every religious rule and boundary, to overcoming the collective norm in order to overcome the collective and be the Ascended Master beyond the masses..., in the tradition of the great Prince Siddharta Guatama, who was born of Maya and also had to face Maya to become the Buddha..., in the tradition of Mary-Magdalene and Her love of Her Beloved who sacrificed Himself, not on the cross, but when He faced the temptress, the Illusion, who tempted him with illusory desires in the wilderness while meditating so that He can become the Christ.., in our tradition, the path you walked Great-Grandfather, in my boiling hot red-blood ready to be devoured by the Dark Mother like wine in Her form as Kaali/Sekhmet to establish true-communion, to sacrifice my self for The Self, to obtain harmony between Matter and Spirit..., Great-Grandfather your Passion IS ALIVE AND WELL! Your emotions, your dreams, and your aspirations are remembered and carried on in my evolving DNA.
I am with you in the darkest of all cemeteries, surrounded by death, acknowledging la petite mort, as we scry into the light of truth as expressed in the flames of the funeral pyre. We cry out for the greatest bliss only obtained with uniting with our Divine Beloved. To recognize non-awareness Brahaman flooding our nervous system with Divine Shakti, Divine Sophia (Knowledge), Divine Light that illuminate the depths of our own darkness shining on our true Selves as She is our Gu-Ru ("Destroyer of Ignorance").
I bow, and with my tears wash your feet covered in the ashes of those who walked yesterday, oh my Great-Grandfather, Sri Ishwari Prasad aka Iswari Baaba. As we continue to chase after Her, our Beloved Goddess, the way only a Master would understand. You are Shiva ("Consciousness") engorged with passion, worshiping his Beloved ("The Great Illusion"- MahaMaya). In that respect, we are conscious beings born of the illusion to love the illusion, that is our greatest dance, our Dharma. Together we bow in salutations to the Divine Feminine in all of her forms, Oh Shakti, Nuit, Kali, Sekhmet, Hathor, Lakshmi, Isis, Mary-Magdelene, Saraswati, Parvati, Quan-Yin, Mother Mary, Barbelo, and even Lilith, the one denied by Adam (First-Man, AdamLilith Kadmon) for refusal to be beneath him. For the Dark Mother, we will gladly rest beneath Her. Om Kring Kalikaye Namah.
You and I are one and the same Great-Grandfather in our pursuit of Her.
Namaste, Inlakesh, Love and Light.
O Lord, intoxicate me with the wine