Last Diwali Eve, October 29, 2016, I met some of my sister's friends, one who had a daughter named Tara. As a fan of the tantric traditions, I glimmered in the simple fact of this little girl's name. The following morning of Diwali, by random chance I stumbled onto the history channel for an excerpt on the "Hill of Tara" located in Ireland. Later on that day, while driving to another relative's home, I came across a Cafe named "TaRa". Coincidence?
By this time, I'm freaking out with Tara showing up all over the place. It took a few days of ruminating before I decided that it was time to get re-acquainted with her again. Though the Mahavidya Tara would show up in my studies, I never spent time with her mantra, or in other words, I haven't yet gotten to know her. After glancing through prior books again for a quick reminder, I picked up my Tibetan Smokey Quartz and a copper Yantra dedicated for all of the Mahavidyas and got to work using the Mahavidya Tara mantra.
Though a short mantra, it was difficult for my mind to retain. Moreover, quite a bit of blockages, or bodily tensions would arise begging for my attention. The Tibetan Tara is quite comforting and compassionate, where the Mahavidya is another vicious Kali. Entering into deep relaxation, imagining myself completely empty surrounded by darkness at the cremation grounds, basically dead with no care of the vultures feasting on my fears, and after a few moments, I felt that her presence was near. Because of my experience with Kali, when I felt Tara's presence with her scissors ready to similarly cut my head off, that's when the fear left and I galloped into her arms like a child seeing his mother. Calmly and lovingly I realized, I no longer have any fears when it comes to the Terribly Terrific forms of the Goddess, for I am loved.
Tara is one badass energy, which brought back that spark of "holy shit" to my meditation. More and more I'm feeling completely blessed on where my spiritual path has taken me, and feel that it's pushing me into a life with divine purpose, though not clear on what that is yet. I've proven something to myself, and I can only hope for more. I've always felt a bit misanthropic and now, as my meditations get deeper, it's harder to relate even more to most individuals that I come across. There's something so much more powerful that lurks within us, however, we have constantly given our strength away to Priests, Teachers, Doctors, and these Politicians. Something is awakening within us, beckoning us to reach for more beyond our 3rd dimensional illusions, for those willing.
In a world crying over the loss of the Rothschild Hillary to the David Duke Trump, I can only feel more Self-Empowered!
P.S. If I were to actually cast a vote, it would probably be for this "Nasty Woman".
Overly educated and continuously exploring and revealing more behind the veil.
"It cannot be too highly emphasized that the mystic swims in the same waters in which the psychotic drowns."
-James Wasserman, The Mystery Traditions