NAVRATRI GREETINGS - sudhanshu

MAY THE GODDESS BLESS YOU ALL ON THESE SACRED NAVRATRA DAYS –

MY PRAYERS -

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Durga Mantra

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“Sarva Mangala Mangalye Sive Sarvartha Sadhike

Saranye Trayambike Gauri Narayani Namostute”

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In Sanskrit:

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MY POETIC MEDITATIVE TRANCE TODAY FIRST DAY OF NAVRATRA 2023 FROM 3.00 AM to 7.00AM at NEEM KAROLI BABA TEMPLE IN NEW DELHI

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IN PRAYERFUL ATTITUDE FOR DIVINE MOTHER !!

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ENTER THE TEMPLE

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She has gathered together the seven me.

She has taken them into her hands

With the me in her possession,

she has prepared herself:

On her head she wears the shugurra,

the crown of the steppe.

Across her forehead her dark locks of hair

are carefully arranged.

Around her neck she wears the small lapis beads.

At her breast she wears the double strand of beads.

Her body is wrapped with the royal robe.

Her eyes are dabbed with the ointment called,

“let him come, let him come.”

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I enter a pathway, embraced on both sides by gardens of flowers, trees, and scented honeysuckle. As I run my fingertips along the blooming petals, I see the sun horizon in the distance. The cool breeze kisses my lips, and I breathe in the clear love permeating every cell of my being.

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The temple grounds are bursting with flavor, color, and beauty.

In the stillness, it feels as though I have been beckoned, called gently, to continue walking the path. A butterfly flutters across my nose, and a doe is nestled under an oak. Peace settles within my heart.

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Soon, I approach a large, ancient gold door engraved with the flower of life in the very center.

It is the gate to the temple.

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The door gently opens and I am met by a woman in a luminous ochre robe. Her long, gentle fingers reach out to my hands, holding them; she looks directly into my eyes. Her presence silences me.

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The Gatekeeper lovingly says:

Welcome home to this temple, dear.

I stand as your sister.

I hold the temple door open

so that you can choose to enter

the potent mysteries of the Divine Feminine.

We are so honored and grateful you are here.

We have been waiting for your arrival, dear one.

Come, let us tell you a story.

Let us bring you to the remembrance

of who you really are.

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I follow her into the main room of the temple and feel the soles of your feet upon the cool, exquisite quartz floors, shimmering in glistening light. The room is illuminated with warmth and love. Gentle music echoes throughout the vast space, lulling you. You feel safe, as though you have returned home.

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And then her instructions follow ........

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Breathe this into your being…

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Slowly, as though you are in a timeless space, the Gatekeeper motions for you to sit upon a plush, deep red sofa. Nodding, you oblige, feeling the velvet softness holding you, supporting you.

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Temple sisters quietly arrive and attend to you, bringing a bowl of rose water. Their sweet fingers slip around your feet, washing, anointing you with sacred oils. While the intoxicating scent of neroli and champaka fills your nostrils, the sisters bring trays with delicacies—prasada laced with honey nectar and rose petals.

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Receive one of these and let it slowly dissolve

into your mouth… taste the beauty.

The Gatekeeper sits next to you,

looks you directly in the eyes and transmits:

Your arrival is no accident, dear one.

You are here because you have a powerful stirring inside…

You are awakening and remembering

an ancient calling sounded eons ago.

You are responding to this resonant sound within you,

and you find yourself here...

This Temple is the place where the ancient sound is alive.

This sacred space is here to serve your deeper calling.

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Feeling the deep presence of unconditional Love, you further ease and relax into the sofa. You are drawn in by what the Gatekeeper is telling you; your heart is stirred.

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This Is a Temple of Remembrance

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As you sit next to this radiant, ochre robed Gatekeeper, there is a sense of familiarity or remembrance of her. She smiles with softness and adoration. When she gazes into your eyes, you feel connected to her heart, to a fire within that is alight.

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We are so honored you have arrived at the temple.

This is a place of remembrance.

A place where we feel at home.

Awakened.

Alive.

Familiar.

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This is what is means to remember.

Take my hand, brother

I will tell you more...

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Remembrance is a full sensory experience. You can feel it, communicate it through all channels of perception.

When you see an image that sparks something within you, hear a piece of music and you know how to play it or dance it, find yourself being transported to a different place while making love, smell a scent that brings tears to your eyes… without any conscious knowing of why…you are remembering.

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There is a beautiful mystery in remembrance precisely because as much as we try to quantify it and understand it through science and logic, we cannot.

Remembrance is poetic.

Mythic.

It is felt in our bodies. It is unlocked in moments of surrender and release.

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It is during these times that we allow ourselves to move between the veils.

Take a moment to breathe this in, dear brother.

Breathe in this temple.

Breathe in its grounds.

Breathe in the scents and the stones.

Remember...

On the Priestess Path, we are invited into the possibility that we can access memories of not just the past but also the future; we do not live in the confines of a time-space continuum. Memory is not anchored to times gone past.

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It’s almost a paradox that when we are fully present in a moment, we can remember. It is in this place we connect with our ancient-future self and all of its vast possibilities for the present.

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Yes, we can remember other lifetimes.

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Yes, we hold family heritage within our bodies—yet we also have our spiritual lineages that may not be the same as the familial lineage you were born into. So we can remember not only our familial lineage but also our spiritual heritage.

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We carry our collective remembrance in our DNA. We understand this. And here, at the holy Priestess Presence Temple, you can feel in your bones that we are one.

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So, my brother.

You are at the gateway of your remembrance.

Will you surrender and remember?

Will you remember our Great Mother.

The Mother of all Mothers.

Our Goddess.

Her.

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The Gatekeeper gently squeezes your hands and you see her eyes flicker.

Divine, infinite, unconditional Love.

Expansive, holy, sacred Love.

Nurturing, nourishing, regenerating Love.

...This is our Great Mother.

Whenever you feel these, you feel Her.

She is that.

She is this.

She is All of It.

Great Mother is the birth of us all.

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Great Mother is the Shakti of the Universe,

the explosion,

the stars of us.

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She is everywhere.

She is everything.

She is in you.

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Yet, sister, we have been in the Forgetting Times. Mother has “apparently” been absent from our conscious psyche for thousands of years. She was once held as the center of the Universe out of which all was born; but since then She has since been shrouded in mystery.

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She has been both revered and denigrated. She has been reviled, and yet we are all born from Her. She has been plundered and disregarded, but without Her, we know we will die.

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This distorted and dysregulated way of relating to the Mother is at the center of our fractured, out-of-control, urgently suffering world… we believed we lost our connection to Her.

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Now, we are in a time that we are hearing Her voice again; we hear Her murmurs deep within each and every one of us:“I never went anywhere. I am here. I am here.”

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Not only women—but men, too—have felt the disconnection from the Womb of the Mother. This has resulted in a collective yearning to be held and supported, leading us into difficult emotional territory. We forgot She was here and entered a chronic amnesia.

The truth is, we were all born from Her, beloved. All of us. Each of us are interconnected.

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Yet, in our Forgetting Times, we could not remember this. We felt separate from one another. Separate from our deep gnosis.

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Many of us have wounds connected to the Mother—both our personal mother and the Great Mother. On a personal level, we have felt issues around self-love, nurturance, and feeding ourselves… so we’ve felt fears of being unloved and finding it difficult to receive love. And as women, many of us have felt “less than”… a chronic and abiding sense that somehow we are “not enough” along with the opposite sense of being “too much”—too sensitive, too emotional, too irrational. This maddening pendulum swing between “not enough” to “too much” has led many of us to lose our inner truth, to lose our connection to our inherent Essence.

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At the core of the Great Mother is a sense of sustenance; feeling separated from this causes us to constantly look “out there” for our needs to be met.

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Have you felt this scarcity of love?

Have you felt that sense of not ever being enough?

Have you felt the deep-rooted need to compete for survival?

Yes, my dear…

So many of us have.

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But we are coming into a new age,

...That is why you are here.

We are remembering Her.

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Surrender,

Receive Her unconditional support.

Allow Her to transform and alchemize your pain.

You are never alone.

Feel the circle of Love around you.

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Mother sings to us.

She wraps Her arms around us.

She sings into the womb of your heart.

She sings across the inky, vast sky.

You are here.

She is here.

We are One.

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IN LOVE AND DEVOTION TO DIVINE MOTHER -

sudhanshu

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