Jai Shree Ganesha Jai Shree Laxsmi ma
It is the Mother Kali who calls our Gary to his rightful place at her side. It is the Mother Kali who called our Gary back from his death. I have held him to me tied by devotion.
It is the early morn. Later then usual when I play with the dark black Mother. It 6 am. I have been watching her from my porch play with my dead. They rejoice in her joy of Kashi. She screams out, teach your children Mother to play well in your playground.
How? I scream back, worried that my children Chelas guests will hear me and think I am crazed or drunk. Which I am both Crazed and drunk on her breast milk. How? I scream again, unconcerned for who can hear at this time. You are the poet of the Ganga, shrills the terrifying Mother. I can see she is gorged on her evening meal. Please go wait for your daughter Usha to appear I said looking toward the eastern sky which continues to be dark. Although I must admit, it is slightly lighter now. The Mother Usha must be getting dressed . I seem to want her playground to myself . Must I share her I think out loud. Yes yes she cries out in the early dawn at our Blessed Kashi. So come my chelas this dawn and bring all the toys you need to play in my playground. We, me and the Mother are waiting for you all.
Written Oct. 18, 1998 6:13 am for my chelas Chandra Devi, Gary. and of course my new book Drinking the Ganga from my blessed Kashi. Om Namah Kali Ki Jai
Chandra Kantor wrote:
Namaste Ma, I am bursting with pride when I read Gary’s email , the questions he asks and calling you his Guru, He doesn"t know how much I love him.. Ma, sometimes I can be who I am, and then I so easlly slip into being less than who I am. I get so frustrated during these times that I seem to slip back. I have no patience for myself when I go through this. What triggers these periods of self indulgence when I so well know whose playground I live in? I love you, Chandra Devi…