The tongue and lips logo (1970) designed by John Pasche for the Rolling Stones
So many people are feeling like tea kettles. History reminds us of the names we have given to the frenzied tribes. The Beserkers, the Picts, the cannibals, the African Vodou Gods are the names we give to the unknown that provoke fear and fury. Kali, the Goddess of a Hindu cult, is much like the weather patterns we are emulating. Storms, hurricanes and earthquakes are the events that shake us. To think we cause them is hubris. Mother Nature is quite capable of reminding us, the universe is a whole lot bigger than us. Her spouse Shiva must calm her after she has provoked him into anti-social and disruptive behavior. She purposely provokes the devils in him to expose themselves. Kali cannot tame Shiva. Her companions, the jackal and the serpent are her tools. She is dark blue with tangled hair and protruding teeth, but with this ugly image she is also the most compassionate. She is kind and protects those who acknowledge her. Language is her medium as well, as the power of spoken word contains the energy we need to keep going. Today’s world is the quiet word of internet and writing. The eyes over take the ears.
The collective communication which is compelling us to be paranoid needs exposure. The solar eclipse at 23 degrees plus Sagittarius was exactly at the galactic center. The strength of the Archer is exposing the dilemma of wisdom over facts. Perhaps the galactic core is pushing our hearts to explode to bring forth Kali’s alter ego Durga.
Kali means Time, as such, boundaries are her weapons. Reality, death and destruction are the descriptions of the planet Saturn as well. He carries the scythe to herald the new year. He is the Green man of the Celts. He has the naughty and nice assets of Santa. He rules Capricorn and the darkest day of the winter solstice.