Broken Hearted to Bhairavi

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So much love & power coming my way after my last post.

I've been reading about  Kali, The Terrible One & how through her 12 manifestations She creates, maintains & destroys this universe.

To quote Aljai, "You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour."

Kalyug or the Ultimate Downfall has begun. It time to allow Mahabhairava Kali to emerge. As the moon wanes out of her darkest phase, we have felt extreme grief & fear. It is time to look beyond Maya & to realize that the end is near.

May this universe shake with the terrifying laughter of Bhairavi for she represents time, ever inclined to destroy this world, annihilate anything and all that is not worthy of keeping. And like Raktabija, the demons of this world shall be consumed by her tandava.

It is time to invoke this Shakti who shall dance this world to destruction and from the ashes of mankind She shall prepare a naked new world, stripped of human greed, entranced with the light of love & consciousness.

It is time to quell the fears of our hearts, and channelize the pain. "The time for the lone wolf is over...We are the ones we've been waiting for."

Chandi Mata mode ON!!


Note: here are some interesting blogs I read --
1. Angelfire
2. Kali battles Raktabija

Comments

  1. ambarkumar gupta24 July 2014 at 21:13

    nice myth! did the previous ages exist, other than in our imaginations?

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