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Names 28 through 36 (part four of 12)
Jul. 30th, 2008 01:56 pm28. om dvaimã treyã ya namah -- om we bow to he who has two mothers
so before parvati was parvati, she was sati. (who is also gauri, uma, dakshayani, a whole bunch of other names. she is also the embodiment of prakrti, the material world as opposed to purusha, the permeating consciousness. that's a gross oversimplification, but vedic philosophy is pretty complicated.) uh, sati was born to be wed to &scaron iva, and so was always devoted to him, but her dad wanted her to marry other people. princes, etc. sati goes off and does all sorts of austerities, becomes really cool, prays to &scaron iva to marry her and he finally says yes. her dad has a big party, doesn't invite the couple, she shows up anyway, her dad is a dick about &scaron iva, she gets pissed off at her dad, prays she will be reborn to a father she can respect, focuses her sweet yogic powers and burns herself to ash. then she gets reborn to himavan, lord of the mountains (which is why i like to think of gane&scaron a as the grandson of the himalayas) as parvati. uh, my point here is that when i say this one, i think about sati bursting into flames and parvati rising from the ashes, phoenix-stylee.
29. om munistutyã ya namah -- om we bow to he whose praise is sung by munis
munis are holy men who have taken vows of silence. so i see a bunch of dudes in robes sitting on rocks in this kind of alcove on the side of a mountain, all meditating. and then gane&scaron a comes around the path, and the munis jump up, whip tambourines out from under their robes, and start dancing and singing because they are all so happy to see him. it's kinda like a bollywood musical. oh, and gane&scaron a obviously starts dancing too. it's one of my favorites.
30. om bhaktavighnavinã &scaron anã ya namah -- om we bow to he who destroys all obstacles for devotees
young couple, walking down a path in a park, moonlight, etc. gane&scaron a is a bit ahead of them, and a series of muggers, rapists, generic psychos, etc. keep jumping out and being instantly destroyed (well, slaughtered in a manner that also moves them out of the way.) by gane&scaron a. club, sword, incredibly forceful kicks, that kind of thing.
31. om ekadantã ya namah -- om we bow to he who has one tooth
he only has a left tusk. i like to think of it as both the idea that the elephant head that he got was from an old elephant, which is part of why he is so very wise, and i also like the story that he broke the right one off to use as a pen when he was taking the mahabharata down as dictation from vyasa and the original pen broke.
32. caturbã have namah -- om we bow to he who has four arms
dude's got four arms.
33. om caturã ya namah -- om we bow to he who is the four
uhhhh. i really don't get this one yet. i think he's the number four, which doesn't exactly lend itself to a vision. it's definitely not that he is a four-year old child. in my head he is either ten or an adult.
34. om &scaron aktisamyuktã ya namah -- om we bow to he who is united with energy
i think of &scaron akti as the divine feminine energy that joins with each divine masculine deity to form the whole whatchamawhoosit. so he's having like tantric sex with his consort, her crosslegged in his crosslegged lap, not really moving around (slow grinding, not thrusting), having a gigantic perfect simultaneous orgasm in which any concept of otherness is totally dissolved, and the two truly become one. this would be an example of a time where i see him as an adult, not a child.
35. om lambodarã ya namah -- om we bow to he who has a big belly
dude's got a big belly.
36. om &scaron urpakurã ya namah -- om we bow to he whose ears are like winnowing fans
first off: the murti i usually use has big ol' african elephant ears. so first i think man, you got big ears, all the better to hear us with. secondly, the winnowing fan blows away the chaff, leaving behind the grain, the important part, and so his ears hear the core of our speech, ignoring the small talk and flowery phrases. prayers are prayers, no matter how pretty, no matter how complicated, he hears the meaning and the heart.
so before parvati was parvati, she was sati. (who is also gauri, uma, dakshayani, a whole bunch of other names. she is also the embodiment of prakrti, the material world as opposed to purusha, the permeating consciousness. that's a gross oversimplification, but vedic philosophy is pretty complicated.) uh, sati was born to be wed to &scaron iva, and so was always devoted to him, but her dad wanted her to marry other people. princes, etc. sati goes off and does all sorts of austerities, becomes really cool, prays to &scaron iva to marry her and he finally says yes. her dad has a big party, doesn't invite the couple, she shows up anyway, her dad is a dick about &scaron iva, she gets pissed off at her dad, prays she will be reborn to a father she can respect, focuses her sweet yogic powers and burns herself to ash. then she gets reborn to himavan, lord of the mountains (which is why i like to think of gane&scaron a as the grandson of the himalayas) as parvati. uh, my point here is that when i say this one, i think about sati bursting into flames and parvati rising from the ashes, phoenix-stylee.
29. om munistutyã ya namah -- om we bow to he whose praise is sung by munis
munis are holy men who have taken vows of silence. so i see a bunch of dudes in robes sitting on rocks in this kind of alcove on the side of a mountain, all meditating. and then gane&scaron a comes around the path, and the munis jump up, whip tambourines out from under their robes, and start dancing and singing because they are all so happy to see him. it's kinda like a bollywood musical. oh, and gane&scaron a obviously starts dancing too. it's one of my favorites.
30. om bhaktavighnavinã &scaron anã ya namah -- om we bow to he who destroys all obstacles for devotees
young couple, walking down a path in a park, moonlight, etc. gane&scaron a is a bit ahead of them, and a series of muggers, rapists, generic psychos, etc. keep jumping out and being instantly destroyed (well, slaughtered in a manner that also moves them out of the way.) by gane&scaron a. club, sword, incredibly forceful kicks, that kind of thing.
31. om ekadantã ya namah -- om we bow to he who has one tooth
he only has a left tusk. i like to think of it as both the idea that the elephant head that he got was from an old elephant, which is part of why he is so very wise, and i also like the story that he broke the right one off to use as a pen when he was taking the mahabharata down as dictation from vyasa and the original pen broke.
32. caturbã have namah -- om we bow to he who has four arms
dude's got four arms.
33. om caturã ya namah -- om we bow to he who is the four
uhhhh. i really don't get this one yet. i think he's the number four, which doesn't exactly lend itself to a vision. it's definitely not that he is a four-year old child. in my head he is either ten or an adult.
34. om &scaron aktisamyuktã ya namah -- om we bow to he who is united with energy
i think of &scaron akti as the divine feminine energy that joins with each divine masculine deity to form the whole whatchamawhoosit. so he's having like tantric sex with his consort, her crosslegged in his crosslegged lap, not really moving around (slow grinding, not thrusting), having a gigantic perfect simultaneous orgasm in which any concept of otherness is totally dissolved, and the two truly become one. this would be an example of a time where i see him as an adult, not a child.
35. om lambodarã ya namah -- om we bow to he who has a big belly
dude's got a big belly.
36. om &scaron urpakurã ya namah -- om we bow to he whose ears are like winnowing fans
first off: the murti i usually use has big ol' african elephant ears. so first i think man, you got big ears, all the better to hear us with. secondly, the winnowing fan blows away the chaff, leaving behind the grain, the important part, and so his ears hear the core of our speech, ignoring the small talk and flowery phrases. prayers are prayers, no matter how pretty, no matter how complicated, he hears the meaning and the heart.
