Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mothers Day


8-30. What is that S’aktî? Which you mentioned to us before; as well by whom Vishnu is conquered? Whence is She born? What is the power of that S’aktî and what is Her nature? O Suvrata! explain to us these fully.

How was it that Yogamâyâ overpowered with sleep the Highest Deity Bhagavân Vishnu who is everlasting-intelligence bliss! who is the God of all, the Guru of the whole world, the Creator, Preserver and Destroyer, who is omni-present, an incarnate of purity and holiness and beyond Rajoguna; how was such a personage brought under the control of sleep? O Sûta! You are very intelligent and the pupil of Vyasa Deva; destroy our this doubt by the sword of wisdom.

Hearing this, Sûta said :--“O highly fortunate Munis! There is none in the three Lokas who can clear your this doubt; the mind-born sons of Brahmâ, Nârada, Kapila and other eternal sons get bewildered by these questions; what can I, then, say on this very difficult point! See, some persons call Bhagavân Vishnu omnipresent, the preserver of all and the best of all the Devas; according to them all this universe moving and non-moving, is created by Vishnu.

they bow down before the Highest Nârâyana Hrisikes'a Janârdana Vâsudeva and worship Him, whereas others worship Mahâdeva S’ankara, having Gauri for the other half of his body, endowed with all powers, residing in Kailâs'a, surrounded by hosts of bhutas, that destroyed the Daksha's sacrifice, who is mentioned in the Vedas as S’as'is'ekhara (having moon on his forehead), with three eyes and five faces and holding trident in his hand and known as Vrisadhaja and Kaparddi. O highly intelligent ones! There are some other persons, that know the Vedas and worship the Sun everyday in the morning, mid-day and in the evening with various hymns.

In all the Vedas, it is stated that the worship of the sun is excellent and they have named the high-souled sun as Paramâtmâ (the Highest Deity). Whereas there are other Vedavits (the knowers of the Vedas) who worship the Devas, Fire, Indra, and Varuna. But the Maharsis say, that as Gangâ Devi (the river Ganges), though one, is expressing Herself by many channels, so the one Vishnu is expressing in all the Deva forms. Those who are big Pundits, declare perception, inference, and verbal testimony as the three modes of proofs. The Naiyâyik Pundits add to the above three, a fourth proof which they call upamâ, resemblance, similitude and some other intelligent Pundits add another fifth proof called Arthâpatti, an. inference from circumstances, presumption, implication. It is deduction of a matter from that which could not else be; it is assumption of a thing, not itself perceived but necessarily implied by another which is seen, heard or proved; whereas the authors of the Purânas add two other, called Sâkshî and Aitijhya, thus advocating seven modes of proofs. Now the Vedânta S’âstra says that the supreme being (Para Brahmâ), the Prime cause of the Universe, cannot be comprehended by the above-mentioned seven proofs. Therefore, first of all, adopt the reason leading to sure belief, the Buddhi, according to the words of the Vedas and discriminate and discuss again and again and draw your inference about Brahmâ. And the intelligent person should adopt what is seen by perception as self-evident and what is inferred by the observance of good conduct. The wise persons say, and it is also stated in the Purânas, that the Prime Force is present in Brahmâ as the Creative Force; is present in Hari as the Preservative Force; is present in Hara as the Destructive Force; is present in Kurma (tortoise) and in Ananta (the thousand headed Snake) as the earth supporting Force; is present in fire as the Burning Force, is present in air as the moving Force, and so is present everywhere in various manifestations of forces.

31-51. In this whole Universe, whoever he may be, all are incapable of any action if he be deprived of his force; what more than this, if S’iva be deprived of Kula Kundalinî S’aktî, He becomes a lifeless corpse; O great ascetic Rishis! She is present everywere thus in every thing in this universe from the highest Brahmâ to the lowermost blade of grass, all moving and non-moving things. Verily everything becomes quite inert, if deprived of shakthi; whether in conquering one's enemies, or in going from one place to another or in eating -- one finds oneself quite incapable, if deprived of shakthi. Thus the omnipresent S’aktî, the wise call by the name of Brahmâ. Those who are verily intelligent should always worship Her in various ways and determine thoroughly the reality of Her by every means. In Vishnu there is the Sattviki S’aktî; then He can preserve; otherwise He is quite useless; so in Brahmâ there is Rajasik S’aktî and He creates; otherwise He is quite useless; in S’iva, there is Tamasik S’aktî and He destroys; else He is quite useless. Thus, arguing again and again in one's mind, everyone should come to know that the Highest Âdya S’aktî by Her mere will creates and preserves this Universe and She it is who destroys again in time the whole Brahmânda, moving and non-moving; no one is capable to do his respective work be he Brahmâ, Vishnu, Mahes'vara, Indra, Fire, Sun, Varuna or any other person whatsoever; verily all the Devas perform the respective actions by the use of this Âdya S’aktî. That She alone is present in cause and effect and is doing every action, an be witnessed vividly. The intelligent ones call that S’aktî twofold; one is Sagunâ and the other is Nirgunâ. The people, attached to the senses and the objects, worship the Sagunâ aspect, and those who are not so attached worship the Nirguna aspect. That conscious S’aktî is the Lady of the fourfold aims of life, religion, wealth, desires, and liberation(dharma, artha, kaama and moksha). When She is worshiped according to due rules, She awards all sorts of desires. The worldly persons, charmed by the Mâyâ of this world, do not know Her at all; some persons know a little and charm others; whereas some stupid and dull-headed Pundits, impelled by Kali, start sects of heretics, Pâshandas for the sustenance of their own bellies. O highly fortunate Munis! In no other Yugas were found acts as prevalent in this Kali Yuga, based on various different opinions and altogether beyond the pale of the Vedic injunctions. Behold again, if Brahmâ, Visnu and Mahes’a be the supreme Deities, then why do these three Devas meditate on another One beyond speech, beyond mind and practise, for years, hard austerities; and why do they perform Yajñas (sacrifices) for their success in creation, preservation, and destruction?

They know, verily, the Highest Supreme Being, Brahmâni Devî S’aktî eternal, constant and therefore they meditate Her always in their minds. Therefore the wise man, knowing this firmly, should serve in every way the Highest S’aktî. O Munis! This is the settled conclusion of all the Sâstras. I have heard of this great hidden secret from Bhagavân Krisna Dvaipâyana. He heard it from Nârada, and Nârada heard it from his own father Brahmâ. Brahmâ heard this from Vishnu. O Munis it is well that the wise even should not hear or think anything to the contrary from other sources; they should with their concentrated heart serve the Brahmâ Sanâtanî S’aktî. It is clearly witnessed in this world that if there be any substance wherein this conscious S’aktî does not exist, that becomes inert, quite useless for any purpose. So know this fully that it is the Highest Divine Mother of the Universe that is playing here, residing in every being.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Here is a divine post on Ambaal, the Mother of the Universe from my beloved friend Shri Chitaranjan Naik that appeared in my group Sadhana Shakti! Enjoy the divine splendor and beauty of Mata Tripurasundari!

Of all love on earth, there is no greater love than a mother's love.
She bears with joy the discomfort of carrying the embryo and the
forming baby in her womb for nine months, she bears the pain of labor
in giving birth to the baby, she goes through many hardships and
sleepless nights in nurturing the child through its infancy and
growth, through its sickness and joys and foibles, self-effacing
herself in indulging her love for her child, sacrificing her whole
life for the child's wellbeing and future, and finally, in the moment
of heart-wrenching pain when the heavens itself must surely cry, she
gives to her child, still so young and tender in her eyes, the
freedom to blossom forth and grow on its own to play its role in the
world. Can such a love be of mortal origin? Isn't the selfless love
of a mother none other than the radiant Love of Ambika shining as the
light of love on earth?

Today is mother's day. On this day, let us remember that in every
mother there resides the Mother of the Universe. A mother by her very
presence is humanity's worship of the Devi!

Who is this Devi, this Mother of the Universe, this Archetype of
Motherhood, shining like so many lamps on earth, in the feminine of
every creature small and big, in every washer woman and also in every
queen?

In the Prescient Dawn, when creation was about to spring forth,
Narada asked the same question to Brahma, the Creator. And the
Creator, four-faced Brahma, said:


"Only the unattached know the answer to the ultimate mystery of
Existence. Once, when the universe lay dissolved in the primal sea of
Ekarnava, Narayana lay plunged in sleep upon his serpent bed, which
floated on the waters. A golden lotus sprouted from his navel, and I
was born in it. I saw no land, no sun, no moon or stars, no mountains
or any other thing than the single ubiquitous sea. And I wondered who
has created me? Who will protect and destroy me? Whom shall I
worship? And I heard a voice speak out of the sky, 'Tapasya is your
way.'"

"So I sat in tapasya for a thousand years, in the lotus in which I
was born. Then the voice spoke to me again. 'Create,' it said,
simply. As I wondered what it was I must create, the danavas Madhu
and Kaitabha appeared, roaring at me, 'Come fight us, or be our
slave!' I clambered down the interminable stalk of the golden lotus,
and saw the most wondrous Being lying on a coiled and infinite
serpent upon the darkling sea. His complexion was deep blue like a
rain cloud, and he wore fulvous yellow silk. He was four-armed, a
wild-flower garland around his throat, and his four hands bore a
conch, a disc, a mace and a longbow. He was the Lord of the universe,
I knew, but the Lord lay plunged in the deepest slumber."

"I remembered the Devi then, and began to laud Her. Soon, She left
Mahavishnu's body and he awoke. For five thousand years he battled
the Asuras Madhu and Kaitabha, until he finally slew them. It was
then that Rudra joined us two. Suddenly, the sky above was lit with a
blinding radiance and we saw that the exquisite Devi had appeared
within that light. She said to us in Her entirely lovely voice, 'Now
create, sustain, and destroy the universe, until the next kalpa ends."

"But we asked, 'Mother, how shall we create when there are no
elements to create from? No earth, fire, water or air, but only this
endless sea?' The Devi smiled, and a shimmering vimana flew down from
heaven, a crystal ship. A jeweled stairway stretched down from that
wondrous craft and, at the Devi's word, we three climbed into it.
Without a whisper the vimana rose into the sky and flew at such speed
that our very bodies turned into a luminous vapour, until we slowed
again and saw that we hovered above the earth, blessed bhumi. The
earth was not meant to exist, for Shiva had destroyed it by calling
down the sun, and then it had rained without pause until everything
was absorbed into Ekarnava. But here we saw the familiar blue-green
world that was certainly real. There were rivers and forests there,
mountains, continents and oceans. Men and women lived on that planet,
as did plants, great and small, birds and beasts, and every manner of
living creature. We were astounded; for this was indeed another
bhumi."

"Then the azure firmament parted for us like another sea, and we flew
into the marvelous world of Devaloka. There we saw Indra and his
devas dwelling in Amravati, as magnificent and like the one we
ourselves had known, which now lay plunged in Ekarnava. But here we
saw Devaloka full of unearthly, splendorous beings, eleven
Gandharvas, centurion Kimpurushas, Kinnara fauns, Vidhyadharas and
Yakshas. We saw Lord Indra with his Sachi, we saw Varuna, Soma, Agni,
Kubera, Surya, Yama and all the Devas."

"We heard the Devi's soft laugh, and again the mystic vimana flew
higher up, and in the twinkling of an eye we arrived in Brahmaloka.
We were amazed to see another Brahma in that luculent realm,
ensconced in his marvelous palace. In his shabda were all the Vedas
and their angas, the nagas, the mountains, the oceans and rivers.
Narayana turned to me and breathed, 'Pitama, who is this four-faced
one?' and I had to reply, 'I do not know, Vishnu. Why I am uncertain
who I myself am now!'"

"Next, our vimana flitted in a wink to icy Kailasa, austere,
auspicious mountain. And in a cave of that mountain we saw the three-
eyed Lord Shiva, wearing a tiger skin and elephant-hide, seated
serenely in yogasana, meditating. We were speechless with amazement,
most of all our own Rudra. We sat in the vimana and stared mutely at
each other. All that we had taken for granted, always, it seemed was
the dust of illusion."

"Again the sky-ship flashed away, and brought us to a sea of nectar,
and upon it a magical island that sparkled like jewel under the
noonday sun. We knew that isle of legend at once; it was Manidvipa.
We saw a splendid pavilion, and within it a mystic throne that is
called Shivaakara, whose four legs are Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva and
Dharma. It was brilliant as a rainbow. A glimmering cover lay over
it, encrusted with gemstones of incredible radiance. But these paled
before She who reclined languidly upon that couch, bright as a streak
of lightning. Her dark body was perfect, and anointed with fragrant
sandalwood paste. She wore a crimson garment and a scarlet garland
around Her throat. Her eyes were reddish as well, and so entirely
enticing that we stood staring at Her unabashedly, for we were under
Her spell."

"The Devi Bhuvaneswari sat there, a smile on Her lips; two of Her
four hands held a noose and a goad, and the others were raised in
mudras of protection and blessing. We three, Brahma, Vishnu and
Maheshwara, who create, nourish and destroy the universe had never
seen, or even dreamt of such Beauty as Hers. Why, we realized that
the birds in that blessed place sang the occult mantra, Hrim, which
belongs to the Devi whose skin is the colour of the rising sun, in
Her youth's lush bloom, and who is merciful past understanding."

"Vishnu, Rudra and I had never seen the Devi Bhagavati before, and we
stood transfixed by Her Beauty, wondering who She was, and what She
was called. Ah, even as we gazed at Her, suddenly She was
transformed – the ineffable young Goddess stood before us with
infinite eyes and infinite limbs!"

"Then Narayana whispered, 'It is the Devi Bhagavati, the Mother of us
all, the Mula Prakriti. She is Satchitananda. Look, the shaktis and
vibhutis surround Her. I saw Her once upon the Ekarnava, as I floated
there on the banyan leaf as a child, when the kalpa began. She sang
softly to me, I remember, like a Mother to Her child; it was the song
of the universe. Let us approach the Mother; She wants us to, else we
would not be here."

"We bowed at Her feet, and heard Her laugh softly. We soon realized
why. In Her crimson toenail we saw the entire universe, Narada! And
that was just the beginning of all the visions we saw in the Devi's
presence."




Devi, the Mother of the universe, is Brahman Herself. She is
Tripureshwari, the Queen of the three worlds. What are these three
worlds She rules over? They are the seen universe of endless forms
from the minutest particle to the greatest galaxies and supernovas,
the subtle universe of the ideal where thoughts and dreams reign, and
the imponderable latency of universal archetypes lying in the
darkness of primordial sleep. And Tripureshwari is She who Reigns
Supreme over the three worlds. She is the fourth, the Turiya, the
Brahman, the beginningless and endless, the Source, the Womb, the
Timeless Time, the Mystic Speech, the Unstruck Sound, and the
Indescribable from which speech returns baffled without reaching Her.
She is Rajarajeshwari, the Empress Queen, She who was taught by Lord
Dattatreya to Parusharama in the Tripura Rahasya. She is Amba, the
Mother of even Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva.

What would Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva be without Her? She is Vimarsha,
the unbroken Consciousness of Self, the very Self-Knowledge taught by
all the Vedas. Without Devi, Brahma would not be conscious of himself
as Brahma, Vishnu would not be conscious of himself as Vishnu, Shiva
would not be conscious of himself as Shiva. Through Devi, Brahma,
Vishnu and Shiva are conscious of their own natures. Without
consciousness of their own natures, they would not be Brahma, Vishnu
and Shiva. Therefore, She is the Mother who gives birth to even
Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva.


She, the Mother of the Universe, is Tripura Sundari. She is Beauty
unspeakable, unsurpassable, the very essence of Beauty. In all the
three worlds (Tripura), Beauty belongs to Her alone and to none else.
It is She that appears in all beautiful forms as Beauty. She is the
charming beauty of the girl-child, hence She is called Bala. She is
the bewitching sweetness of a sixteen year old girl, hence she is
called Shodashi. She is the Virgin Mother, Kaumari rupa, and yet the
Mother of the Universe. She is Matrika, the mystic matrix of phonemes
that form the 51 letters of the Sanskrit language. There is nothing
beyond the 51 letters. She is Matrika, the Mother of both the
conceivable and the inconceivable.


Today, at the lotus feet of the Mother of All I lay my head. O
Mother, forgive me my childish prattle. Unlearned as I am, ignorant
of the Vedas and the vidyas as I am, without bhakti as I am, I do not
know how to sing Thy praise and I do not know how to worship Thee
according to the shastras. Like a wayward child, I offer these words
to Thee knowing that the Mother is always indulgent of Her child.

I pray to Thee O Mother not for moksha, not for heaven, not for the
crowns of this world. O Mata, I pray to Thee that Thou may be present
in my heart always, in whatever place and time I may be. In whatever
birth you may give me, O Mother forsake me not, deny not to me
unwavering bhakti for Thee in my heart always, always, always.

O Jaganmata, Jagatmohini, Tripureshwari, Tripura Sundari,
Saundaryaratnakari, Devi, Mahadevi, Vishveshwari, Annapurne, Bhavani,
Bhuvaneswari, Durga Parameshwari, Maheshwari, O Sarve, O Sarvajne, O
Mata, Namaste, Namaste, Namaste.


... from a child of the Mother

chitaranjan naik



(Acknowledgment: The quote of the Devi's greatness is borrowed with
gratitude from the book 'Devi Bhagavata Retold' by Ramesh Menon.)

Anonymous said...

On this beautiful day dedicated to all the earth mothers like me and
other women, may i please share verse 4 of Adi Shankara
Bhagvadapada's Devi Apradha Kshamapana stotra?

Jaganmatarmatastava charanseva na rachita Na va duttam Devi
dravinamapi bhooyastava maya I Tathapi tvam sneham mayi nirupam
yatprakurushe Kuputro jayet kwachidapi kumata na bhavati II 4 II

O Mother of the World ! I never rendered any service unto you, Devi !
Never did I offer any money to you. But still you shower affection on
me because in this world there could be a bad son but never a bad
mother !

Our divine mother of the universe is totally self-less - She
Gives and gives - Her infinite love and compassion. She is kind ; she
is forgiving and above all she is our life line - She is always there
for us every step of the way - She lifts us up when we fall and she
lets us rest our weary heads on her lap and above all She is watching
over us day and night ! She is the very embodiment of 'vatsalya'
bhava - the most exalted of all emotions in Bhakti literature!

While we all are familiar with Adi shankara Bhagvadapada's infinite
love and devotion for the Universal mother Adi Para shakti , what is
Acharya's own attitude towards his owm womb mother , smt. Aryambaal?
The Sanyasi Monk was also a 'dutiful' son who fulfilled the
promise to his Mother that he would perform her last rites as a
Karma putra ! ( you all remember the crocodile story, right? ) Yes!
That is the least young Shankara could do for a great Mother whose
womb he came out of - his discharge of parental 'debt' ! Was it not
magnanimous of Smt Aryaambaal to generously let her one and only son
Son go to the womb of the Universe to spread the message of Advaita-
vedanta?

Poet-philosopher Khalil Gibran sings :

"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you."

It is easy to say this but hard to do, right? Mothers, out there!
Ladies! it is hard to cut the umbilical cord, is not it? But,
honestly, give your children strong roots of which they can be proud
of but by the same token give them strong 'wings' so they can leave
the mother's nest and branch out on their own!

on this Mother's day, i would like to express my heartfelt 'thanks'
to my mother for letting me to be who i am without clipping my wings
or cramping my style . Mom, thanks for showing me how to a 'mother'
without the 'smothering' aspects of a 24 hour mother! To be a mother
is every woman's birthright but it is also a big responsibilty. And
guess what , you can be a great Mother even without actually going
through the birthing procees! Yes- Mother Teresa, Mata
Amritanandamayee, Sarada devi etc are all great mothers whose
'nurturing 'spirit has uplifted many souls all over the globe!

sO , FOLKS ON THIS BEAUTIFUL SPRING LIKE SUMMER DAY . JOIN ME IN SALUTING THREE MOTHERS :

1) first, your own womb mother who gave birth to you and took care of you until you branched out on your own

2) second , your Motherland ( country of origin) for you should always be proud of your heritage.

3) and finally , The Divine Mother who nurtured your spirit and soul and She is the one who gave you spiritual birth!

Pray with your two hands to Mother Durga and she will 'hug' you with all HER eighteen hands !

As Sri Rama Says to Sri Lakshmana , 'Jananani Janamabhoomicha Swargathapi Gariyasi' ( MOTHER AND MOTHERLAND ARE DEARER THAN HEAVEN)! and let me add one more , Jaganmata ( the mother of the universe) is the Mother of all Mothers!

OM sri Matre Namaha!

Anonymous said...

You'll find Mother In any house.
Do I dare say it in public?
She is Bhairavi with Shiva,
Durga with Her children,
Sita with Lakshmana.
She's mother, daughter, wife, sister -
Every woman close to you.
What more can Ramprasad say?
You work the rest out from these hints

Ramprasad sen - a devotee of Mother Goddess
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chapter 11 Of DEVI Mahatmiyam ( Narayani Sthuthi)



vidyAH samastAstava devi bhedAH
striyaH samastAH sakalA jagatsu .
tvayaikayA pUritamambayaitat.h
kA te stutiH stavyaparAparoktiH .. 6..

'All Knowlege are your aspects. O Devi; so are all women in the
world, endowed with various attributes. By you alone, the Mother,
this world is filled. What praise can there be for you who are of
the nature of primary and secondary expression regarding (objects)
worthy of praise?


OM SHRI MATRE NAMAHA!

Anonymous said...

Greetings One and All !

Today, i will pay a tribute to my Motherland, Mother India , Bharat Mata!

Sri Rama says to his brother Lakshmana:

Api swarnamayi lanka, na ye rachte lakshman, janani janmbhoomishch
swargadapi gariyasi!

O Lakshmana ! I do not find the Golden Lanka in the least bit
attractive ; for me , my Mother and Motherland are far superior to
even Heaven !

Lakshmana pleaded with Sri Rama not to return to Ayodhya but stay
back in Sri Lanka itself where there was abundance of Wealth,
Beautiful women and all the rest. But Sri Rama DECLINED saying how
his 'MOTHER AND MOTHERLAND ARE DEARER TO HIM THAN HEAVEN ITSELF'

Well, folks , even after migrating to U.S.A nearly 30 years ago ,
what is this special bond i feel towards my Motherland - Yes ,
Bharat , the poonyabhoomi is also Bharat my karmabhoomi ! It is on
the soil of Bharat Mata , i spent my childhood , my youth ---- all
my formative years , so to speak !

May i please quote the following lines from The Ekatmatra stora ?

Ratnaakaraadhau Tapadhaam, Himaalaya Kireetineem |
BrahmaRaajarshi Ratnaadyaam, Vande Bhaarata Maataram || 3 ||

Bhaarat Maataa (the mother land), I bow to thee, whose feet are
being washed by the ocean waves, whose crown is the snowy himalayas,
whose illustrious sons have distinguished themselves as Brahmarshis
and as Rajarshis.

When you think of India, you think Of great Saints Like Adi Shankara
Bhagvadapada , Madhvacharya , Bhagwan Ramana Maharishi ,. Saint
poets like Kabir das ji , Tulasidas , Surdas and Gyaneshwer !
Grammarians like Panini and yoga gurus like Patanjali ! Freedom
fighters Like Mahatma Gandhi and Subhas Chandra Bose. Great Poets
Like Rabindranath Tagore so on and on . Among the women , we have
Ahalya bhai , Meera bhai, Jhansi Ki Rani and Sarojini naidu who come
readily to mind .

How cannot you thank a *Mother* who produced such wonderful sons and
daughters ? She is the Mother of all MOTHERS - our Beloved Bharata
Mata !

It is for this reason the famous Tamizh poet Bhartiyaar sang
" Parukulkle nalla naadu nambha bharata nadu " - meaning - Of all
the countries in the world , India is the best .

Yes - Our beautiful Motherland is a country of contrasts - poverty
and wealth exist side by side ; Bollywood is all about Glitz and Glamor Kasi is all about spirituality and Salvation.

Even now when i step on the soil of mother india , i want to kiss
the soil and feel the fresh air on my cheeks ... no ! folks! this is
not about Patriotism ! This is the 'love ' that a daughter feels for
her mother who has been instrumental in shaping her , grooming her
and making a woman out of a little girl!

the following lines from Sri Aurobindo's patriotic poem Vande
Maatram comes to mind

tumi vidyaa tumi dharma
tumi hR^idi tumi marma
tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire

baahute tumi maa shakti
hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti
tomaara i pratimaa gaDi
mandire mandire ||

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.

yes! Dear all ! Our own mother gave birth to us; she is indeed
worshippable ! The Divine Mother gave birth to the entire creation ,
indeed she is worshippable ! But between these two mothers - we have
one more mother we have to thank ! That is our Mother INDIA !

"India was the motherland of our race, and Sanskrit the mother of
Europe's languages: she was the mother of our philosophy; mother,
through the Arabs, of much of our mathematics; mother, through the
Buddha, of the ideals embodied in Christianity; mother, through the
village community, of self-government and democracy. Mother India is
in many ways the mother of us all. " ( WILL DURANT)

JOIN me folks and sing along with my
favorite poet philosopher Sri Aurobindo

"MOTHER DURGA! Slay the enemy within, then root out
all obstacles outside. May the noble heroic mighty Indian race,
supreme in love and unity, truth and strength, arts and letters,
force and knowledge ever dwell in its holy woodlands, its
fertile fields under its sky-scraping hills, along the banks of its
pure-streaming rivers. This is our prayer at the feet of the Mother.
make thyself manifest."

Jai Bharat Mata !

Anonymous said...

Continuing the thread on the Tribute to the Divine Mother starting with Mother;'s day ,please let me pen a few more thoughts !

When Sri Sankara Bhagavatpada visited the shrine of Sri Annapoorna,
during his stay in the holy city of Kaasi, he composed a hymn in
praise of the Devi in eight verses, known as Annapoornaashtakam.

This hymn is recited with great reverence on all religious
occassions.

Each one of these verses ends with the refrain, "Bikshaam dehi
kripaavalambanakaree maataannapoornesvaree.

One of the verses describes the Divine Mother as Aadikshaanta samasta
varnanakaree. The fifty one letters of the alphabet from a ksha, go
by the name of varna. Varna also means the four castes. Another
meaning of varna is color.

The Divine Mother is is soul of the varna or alphabet. The sastras
which are based on sabda (sound) are the sound forms of paradevata.
Sabda gives rise to forms – visible shapes.

It is observed that when particular musical notes are played near a
pond, the resultant vibrations induce particles of light dust,
floating on the water, to arrange themselves into specific
shapes. Thus sabda and roopa, sound and form, have close
affinity. This also accounts for the sanctity of mantras,
which are words and letters combined and arranged in
specific forms. The repetition of a mantra, with devotion,
earns for us the grace of the particular manifestation
of God for whom that mantra is dedicated. The Divine
Mother is the soul of all mantras.

The conception of Divinity as the Mother is unique and inspiring.
In human relationship the affection of a mother for
her child is unsurpassed. Similarly, the depth of the
Divine Mother's love for her devotees is unfathomable.
The grace that flows from Her is spontaneous and
irresisble. That is why Sri Annapoorna is depicted as
carrying a vessel containing ksheeraannam (rice mixed with
milk) in one hand and a ladle in the other. She is
ready to distribute this food to those who pray for it.
In the abundance of Her mercy, She gives us not only
food that sustains our body, but also *jnana* that
nourishes the soul. When Sri Adi Sankara prayed to Mother
Annapoorna to give him alms, he prayed not only for himself
but for all mankind. We are all members of one
family., being the children of the Divine Parents,
Paravati and Paramesvara. It is our duty to love, help,
and serve one another. > There is a temple
dedicated to Sri Annapoorneswari at Cherukunnam in Kerala.
Every devotee who worships at that temple is served
with food. The tradition is that in the night, after
every one is fed, a packet of food is left tied to the
branch of a tree, the idea being that even the thief who
prowls about in the night should not go without food.
Let us reverentially pray to Mother Annapoorna by
reciting the immortal Annapoornaashtakam of Sri Sankara
Bhagavatpada and earn Her grace for the welfare of the entire
world.

(posted by a sri vidya upasaka in my group Brahman's archives)

now , in the group picture , you will see Lord Shiva begging for alms
from Mata Annapurneshweri ! why , dear ones ?

Lord Shiva is described as a 'BikshhATana' (the roaming
mendicant). There is a beautiful explanation for this !

A subhashita goes like this

Swayam pancamukha putro gajanana shadannanano
digambaraha katham jivet annapurna na cha grihe

shiva has five mouths (panchamukaha) ganesha has the mouth of an
elephant (gajanana -voracious eater) shanmukha, the other son, has
six mouths (shadannana) how would shiva (digambaraha -one wears sky
as a clothing) survive if mother Annapurna (Parvati) was not at
home ?

Yes! Annapuni is the 'complete' nurturer ! She gives ordinary 'food'
to the hungry and spiritual food to the True seeker ! She
is 'Purnam'

SHE IS FULL OF 'ANNAM' - ANNAPURNESHWERI- THE FOOD THAT NURTURES THE SOUL AND THE SPIRIT! She gives us 'Jnana paal' - Milk of knowledge!

Salutation to the reigning goddess of Kashi , the mokshapuri!

PLEASE SING ALONG WITH ME :

Annapurne sadaa purne,
Sankara praana vallabhe,
Jnana vairagya sidhyartham,
Bikshaa dehee cha parvathy...11.

Hey, Mother Annapurneswari,
Who is the darling of Sankara,
Please give me alms,
Of knowledge and renunciation.,
For me forever.

Mathaa cha Parvathy Devi,
Pithaas cha Maheswara
Bandhawa Shiva Bhakatamscha,
Swadesho Bhuvana Trayam...12

My mother is Goddess Parvathy,
My father is God Maheswara,
My relations are the devotees of Shiva,
And the whole universe is my country !

Anapurnashtakam composed by Adi SHANKARA BAGVADAPADA !

Anonymous said...

Happy Sri Lakshmi Narasimha Jayanti!

As we all know , Adi shankara Bhagvadapada composed many devotional hymns on many Gods and Goddesses. The great Advaita acharya has also copmosed a wonderful hymn on Sri Lakshmi Narasimhan - Here is the legend surrounding how this hymn came to be copmposed !

Adi Shankara Bhagvadapada has composed a very devotional hymn on Lord
Lakshmi Narasimhan. Here are the ciecumstances under which he
composed that famous hymn.

The Kapalika's request

A Kapalika, an observer of Tantra, performed austerities to get a
boon from Shiva, which would enable him to attain to Kailasa with his
human frame. Lord Shiva had declared that his desire would be
fulfilled if he could perform a sacrifice offering in fire the head
of a King or an all knowing person. The Kapalika approached Shankara,
narrated to him his ambition and said, 'You are a man of renunciation
without attachment to the body; you live only for the good of others.
Sages like Dadhichi gladly gave to others their impermanent physical
body. Be gracious enough to give me your head.' So saying the
Kapalika prostrated. Sri Shankara who was full of mercy to suppliants
said, 'Gladly shall I give you my head. This body is perishable. If
it perishes for the good of another, what greater glory there can be?
But you should take away my head in absolute secrecy when my
disciples are away and I shall sit in a lonely place for you to take
off my head.'

Accordingly, the Kapalika came at the fixed time and Sri Shankara sat
in intense meditation, ready to sacrifice his body. Madhava
Vidyaranya brings out in superb verses, the picture of the sage at
this juncture.


'Sri Shankara withdrew his senses into the mind and the mind into the
spirit. With his neck and back bone steady, his palms lying supine on
the knees, his face calm, his eyes half open and fixed as though on
the nose tip, he sat there in the state of the Supreme Bliss,
completely oblivious of his surroundings.'

Just as the Kapalika was approaching the Acharya with his sword
lifted up, the whole plot flashed in the mind of Padmapada owing to
his deep meditation. Padmapada's whole personality flared up like a
burning mass of fire. He had attained Siddhi in the Narasimha mantra.
The consciousness of Narasimha took possession of him and he became
an embodiment of ferocity, leapt into the sky, came down, caught hold
of the Kapalika, and tore open his chest with his nails as Narasimha
did to Hiranyakashipu. The other disciples hearing the sound and
commotion, rushed to the place to find the Acharya in Samadhi and the
corpse of Kapalika lying nearby. With the aspect of Narasimha in the
form of Padmapada still roaring, Sri Shankara came out of Samadhi and
saw before him the formidable Narasimha. Sri Shankara sang hymns to
pacify Narasimha -

IT WAS THEN THAT Sri Adi shankara Bhagvadapada composed the Sri
Lakshmi Narasimha stotram.

Sri Shankara also mentioned that the Kapalika had in fact been graced
with freedom from rebirths by dying at the hands of the Lord.
Padmapada was thus brought back to his normal state from the super-
consciousness of Narasimha. Thus Sri Shankara had once again brought
out Padmapada's austere devotion and had also indirectly paved way
for the Kapalika's goodwill.

http://www.sringeri.net/history/shankara_digvijayam3.php

Tvatprabhu jeevapriyam ichhasichennarahari poojaam kuru satatam

Pratibimbaalamkriti dhrutikusalo bimbaalamkriti maatanute

Chetobhringa bhrhamasi vrithaa bhavamarubhoomau virasaayaam

Bhaja bhaja Lakshmi Narasimhaanagha pada sarasija makarandam

O! the carpenter bee called the mind! Why do you wastefully move
about in the desert called the essenceless "Samsara"? Please taste,
with happiness, the honey which is in the lotus feet of Lord Lakshmi
Narasimha. The skilful person who decorates and watches the
reflection (jiva) would first decorate the main figure (Isvara), is
it not? Similarly, if you desire the love of the `jiva', first do not
let go of Lord Lakshmi Narasimha. Please worship Him.

To read the entire stotra , pl go to

http://www.splendourindia.org/splen_july03/hymns.htm

SRI LAKSHMI NARASIMHA MAMA KARAVALAMBE!

Anonymous said...

God Is Not A woman

God not a woman: *

*Courtesy: Deccan Chronicle *
**

*London **: *The Vatican has ruled out all forms of feminist theology of the
liturgy in Catholicism, saying that God must always be recognised as "Our
Father". To counter the spread of gender-neutral phrases, the Holy See said
that anyone baptised using alternative terms, such as "Creator", "Redeemer"
and "Sanctifier" would have to be re-baptised using the traditional
ceremony, the Daily Telegraph reports.

Feminist theology is a movement, generally in Christianity and Judaism, to
reconsider the traditions, practices, scriptures, and theologies of their
religion from a feminist perspective. Reinterpretation of male-dominated
imagery and language about God is one of the important aspects of feminist
theology. The use of alternative phrases during baptism originated in North
America and started to become popular only in the past few years.

"These variations arise from so-called feminist theology and are an attempt
to avoid using the words 'Father' and 'Son', which are held to be
chauvinistic," the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith said. The
traditional form of "Father, Son and Holy Ghost" had to be respected, it added. The Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, which is the modern name for what used to be the Holy Office of the Inquisition, oversees Catholic doctrine. Pope Benedict XVI, who wrote the latest ruling, has been
a strong opponent of feminism in the Catholic Church.

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My Respnse

An excerpt from Sister NIVEDITA'S BOOK :
Our daily life creates our symbol of God.

To the Arab of the desert, with his patriarchal customs, the father
of the family,--just and calm in his judgments, protector of his
kindred, loving to those who played about his knees as babes,--may
well stand as the type of all in which men feel security.

Naturally, then, it was the Semitic mind that flashed across the dim
communing of the soul with the Eternal, the rapturous illumination of
the great word "Father."

God our father,--bound even to the most erring of His children by a
kinship that misdoing cannot break (for if the human tie be
indissoluble, shall the divine be less so?); father,--by a tie so
intimate that to this day the stalwart Afghan, prostrating in the
mosque, says "Thee" and "Thou" to the God of Hosts, as might an
infant on its father's knee!

In the Aryan home, woman stands supreme. As wife in the West,--lady
and queen of her husband--as mother in the East,--a goddess
throned in her son's worship,--she is the bringer of sanctity and
peace.

Profound depths stir within us, in presence of the intensely
Christian conception of God--a child in His mother's arms. This ideal of the heart of a woman--pierced by its seven sorrows, on fire with love, mother beside the cradle, worshipper beneath the cross, and glorified in great humility,--has been one of the richest gifts of the Catholic Church to humanity.

Peerless in its own way is the womanhood of Rossetti's sonnet:--

"This is that blessed Mary, pre-elect God's Virgin. Gone is a great while, and she
Dwelt young in Nazareth of Galilee . .
Unto God's will she brought devout respect,-- Profound simplicity of intellect, And supreme patience . . . . . .
Thus held she through her girlhood,
As it were an angel-watered lily,
That near God grows, and is quiet."


Jesus Himself--to those who kneel before no Madonna in the Vatican--
sounds this note of the eternal feminine. "Come unto me, all ye that labour, and are heavy
laden, and I will refresh you. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of
me, for I am meek and lowly of heart, and ye shall find rest unto
your souls." Is it not a woman's cry?

Nay, He is conscious of this element in His own nature. Once at least
He speaks of it. In that sublime moment when He, the young Leader of
the armies of the future, stands on the sunlit mountains, and looking
down upon the city of His race sees the dark shadow of destiny
wrapping it about, in that moment when the Patriot forgets, in a sob
of human anguish, that He is Master and Redeemer, in that moment He becomes all motherhood. "O Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Thou that killest
the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee,--how often
would I have gathered thy children together, like as a hen gathereth
her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!"

The soul that worships becomes always a little child: the soul that becomes a child finds God oftenest as mother. In a meditation before
the Blessed Sacrament, some pen has written the exquisite
assurance: "My child, you need not know much in order to please Me.
Only love Me dearly. Speak to me, as you would talk to your mother,
if she had taken you in her arms."

But it is in India that this thought of the mother has been realised in its completeness. In that country where the image of Kali is one of the most popular symbols of deity, it is quite customary to speak of God, as "She," and the direct address then offered is
simply "Mother."

But under what strange guise! In the West, art and poetry have been
exhausted to associate all that is tender and precious with this
thought of woman-worship. The mother plays with the little One, or caresses or nurses Him. Sometimes she even makes her arm a throne, whereon He sits to bless the world.


In the East, the accepted symbol is of a woman nude, with flowing
hair, so dark a blue that she seems in colour to be black, four-
handed---two hands in the act of blessing, and two holding a knife
and bleeding head respectively,--garlanded with skulls, and dancing,
with protruding tongue, on the prostrate figure of a man all white
with ashes.

A terrible, an extraordinary figure! Those who call it horrible may well be forgiven. They pass only through the outer court of the
temple. They are not arrived where the Mother's voice can reach them.
This, in its own way is well.

Vet, this image, so fearful to the Western mind, is perhaps dearer
than any other to the heart of India. It is not, indeed, the only
form in which the Divine Energy presents Herself to Her worshippers.
To the Sikh, She is absorbed, embodied in his sword; all women,
especially as children, are Her incarnations; glorious Sita carries
the great reality to many.

But Kali comes closer to us than these. Others we admire; others we
love; to Her we belong. Whether we know it or not, we are Her
children, playing round Her knees. Life is but a game of hide-and-
seek with Her, and if, in its course, we chance to touch Her feet, who can measure the shock of the divine energy that enters into us?
Who can utter the rapture of our cry of "Mother?""

Well who gave birth to Our Father and His Son ?

Anonymous said...

Very useful information.I love this article.Am looking for some information on Goddess mahalakshmi stotram

Anonymous said...

nice post, can you also provide mahalakshmi stotram which will be chanted in favour of Goddess Lakshmi...