All glories to Srimati Radharani! Happy Radhastami!

[Guest guest]

I understand and appreciate that some people in the history of this planet feel that any conceptions of the Supreme which do not refer to the Vedas and the Upanishads "are simply a distrubance in society".

 

However, what were people supposed to do while waiting for the Vedas and

the Puranas and the Upanishads to hit their neck 'o' the woods? Sit around and twiddle their thumbs waiting for the year 2000 and the invention of the personal computer and the internet?

 

Well, here's what some people did besides sit around and twiddle their thumbs. They had a conception of a Supreme Goddess, a Feminine Form of the Divine, and Her many, many expansions.

 

They delineated Her qualities something like this:

 

"She is the Life/ Death/ Life Forece, she is the incubator. She is intuition, She is far-seer, She is deep listener, She is loyal heart. She encourages humans to remain multi-lingual: fluent in the languages of dreams, passions, and poetry. She whispers from night dreams...

 

"She is ideas, urges, and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the dark, and daybreak. She is the smell of good mud and the back leg of the fox. The birds tell us which secrets belong to her. She is the voice that says, 'This way, this way'...

 

"She is the one who thunders after injustice. She is the one who turns like a great wheel. She is the maker of cycles. She is the one we leave home to look for. She is the one we come home to...

 

"She is the one who keeps us going when we think we're done for. She is the incubator of raw little ideas and deals. She is the mind that thinks us, we are the thoughts that She thinks.

 

"Where is She present? Where can you feel Her, where can you see Her? She walks the deserts, woods, oceans, cities, in the barrios, and in castles. She lives among queens, among campesinas, in the boardroom, in the factory, in the prison, in the mountain of solitude.

 

"She lives in the ghetto, at the university, and in the streets. She leaves footprints for us to try for size....

 

"Where does Wild Woman live? At the bottom of the well, in the headwaters, in the ether before time. She lives in the tear and in the ocean. She lives in the cambria of trees, which ping as it grows.

 

"She is from the future and from the beginning of time. She lives in the past and is summoned by us> She is in the present and keeps a chair at our table, stands behind us in line, and drives ahead of us on the road. She is in the future and walks backwards in time to find us now.

 

"She lives in the green poking through snow, she lives in the rustling stalks of dying autumn corn, she lives where the dead come to be kissed and the living say their prayers. She lives in the place where language is made.

 

"She is poetry and percussion and singing. She lives on quarter notes and grace notes, and in a cantata, in a sestina, and in the blues. She is the moment just before inspiration bursts on us. She lives in a farawy place that breaks through to our world.

 

"People may ask for evidence, for proof of the WIld Woman's existence...Our experiences of Her within and without are the proofs. Our thousands and millions of encounters with Her intra-psychically through our night dreams and

our day thoughts, through our yearnings and inspirations, these are the

verifications.

 

"The fact that we are bereft in Her absence, that we long and yearn when we are separated from Her, these are the manifestations that She has passed this way."

 

---Clarissa Pinkola Estes PhD

 

"Truth is One, sages explain it variously"

--Rig Veda