Saturday, May 28, 2011

A Portrait of India- Elephant Island- part 11

this i after my experience in the temple which transformed me.  somehow these first 2 pics got placed at the beginning rather than the end of the post where they should be.  nonetheless, if you'd seen me the day before you would agree this experience literally lifted my spirits.

this is actually the very last photo taken in India- we both left on a very high note!
boat ride out to island

greeted by monkeys

shiva and parvati

triple god of shiva- creator, sustainer, destroyer of life

inner sanctum/shrine of shiva's lingam penetrating parvati's yoni- symbol that they pray too.  i was frotunate enough to go into the shrine and chant aum's with several of the local people.  what a vibration in my mind.  

mother and baby monkeys saying good bye.

boatride back to mumbai

piano in our hotel lobby

our excursion to Elephant Island culminated my understanding of the hindu culture/religion/lifestyle because it was here that i had the most first hand experience of spiritual transformation that this path of enlightenment is all about.  like i said in the previous post Mumbai (Bombay) is, to me, the worst situation of pain and suffering and horrid conditions of humanity i have ever witnessed.  i was not in a position to photograph what i saw but you'll have to take my word for it.  even Senegal, Africa which i visited 11 years ago didn't compare to the tragic conditions here.  so when we set out to the island i was in a sorry state psychically.  upon entering the temple at the top of the mountain on the island i was embraced by ancient gods and goddesses of love, goodness and protection.  the temple is a series of rooms carved out of the rock and it's sheer size is incredible- the statues themselves are over 20 feet high, hundreds of years old and very detailed.  being in this sacred space did something to my nervous system and i went from feeling all the horrors in life to all the joys in a matter of 20 minutes. i think what really did it for me was that i was brave enough (i'm sure i am one of the few white people to have the guts) to remove my shoes and climb the stone steps into 2 of the inner sanctums where they pray to shiva's lingam.  for me it was about praying to the yoni of mother earth that shiva penetrates.  i was in this space once by myself and the other with a group of indians.  they were auming and i aumed right along with them and i GOT IT.  i felt the vibration of the sound of the earth- the root chakra travel up my kundilini path to my mind and it did something big to my brain which immediately calmed my nervous system and bathed me with peace and light!  in the shrine there was aromatic incense burning mixed with the sweet smell of jasmine that had been gifted as an offering.  the combination of all the sense stimulation added to the experience.
let me just end this portrait of India by telling you that when i went to Dakar, Senegal 11 years ago during the new millenium,after having studied african dance for 5 years, i had a spontaneous kundalini opening the very first night!  i thought i was dying and that experience took my entire being and my whole life and shook the contents of everything in my world upside down.  it ultimately led to my divorce among other major changes.  after Africa and the deep spiritual experience of dancing with the people within the sacred context of the dance, i could no longer danc african back in Eugene- it had become empty, rote and meaningless out of context.  it was then i changed my practice from african dance to a serios practice of yoga, though i'd been doing it lightly for 20 years.  it was during this time i read about kundalini and realized what that incredibl/awful/beautiful/mind blowing 3rd eye opening of death had been.  so, now after 11 years of purification and reinventing myself and my life i have culminated my kundalini experience with a completion through the immersion of the hindus- just as i did with the africans- it was the drumming and dancing and energy in the air that pulsated my being into that opening.  in India, my living experience of yoga in the conext of the people has somehow completed my study of yoga.  yes, i still practice and meditate on my own, just as i still dance african style on my own.  but i'm done with american yoga classes.
so now?  guess what i have discovered- Tai Chi!!!!!! I LOVE TAI CHI!  it is my new passion and obsession and addiction and i feel like it's building on what i've achieved in my body/mind/spirit wuth african dance and yoga.  thinking that with tai chi and my growing interest in all things chinese will perhaps lead to a future trip to China.
Thank you Mother India for all your lessons and beautiful gifts that i willa lways remember and cherish in the innermost chambers of my heart.  NAMASTE~

1 comment:

Linnea Hendrickson said...

Thank you, Erin! I have loved looking at your beautiful photos and reading about your responses to India.