Summoning the muse takes the arousal of air and fire. She would like to make a grand entrance into your heart. She would like the words to rush forth as a river of light. She would like to ignite you with passion and inspiration. Until the muse is summoned, there is a dullness surrounding the aura. She is the brightness of our life, she is the wind that shifts us in a new direction. I speak of the muse who is a dragon and a Phoenix. I speak of the muse who hides behind clouds and isn’t easy to know. I speak of the muse who will make her presence known one way or another. Life itself is inherently destructive, which seems like a contradiction, but it isn’t. For the creativity of the muse to be realized, only the lingam should remain. The focus, the most important point. That is what the lingam is, the force of life. When things get in the way of this force, they must be destroyed for creation to be recognized. The muse is the lover of God, that creative force. She is the one who dances around him. She is also the dance. Without her calling constant attention to the glory of God, life isn’t life as life was meant to be. There are blockages, there are hang ups. The muse is living deep down inside as the intoxicating factor of mysticism. She is a mysterious feminine force that makes everything visible and audible. The lingam is the highest mountain top of her aspiration without which, her existence becomes warped. This is the reason for war and rape, this is the reason for depression and ignorance. The male and female forces of the universe are meant to unite. The level of consciousness at which they unite can be called Bhakti yoga or addiction to pornography. They can be determined in every outcome, the clarity of the intent being the determining factor. The summoning of the muse is the enchantment of life. The mystical outpouring of an unusual divinity. The uniqueness of every being is known especially by the voice of their muse. How well do you know her? Do you hear her in your head, in your heart, in the wind through the trees? Do you see her in the eyes of your cat, in the petal of a dying rose, in the smile of a child? Do you feel her in the suffering and the joy? Are you listening for how she will recreate you from every ending?
“Yoga” is so much more than assuming a posture, it is being the posture. It is in the act of creating and destroying. These moments happen every day- cosmically when the sun rises and sets and you cannot tell if it’s dusk or dawn. Is this birth or is this death? It’s hard to tell sometimes living on her edge. Those moments are cherished times of day for a reason. They are the most magical times when the light and the dark are entangled, embraced and either living or dying. The light and the dark take turns being on top. This happens to us, in our lives too. The muse is always there going up or going down, aware of the lingam that penetrates every moment of existence until time stands still.
Who we are is how well we know her. How she knows him within us. These are not men and women, these are yin and yang forces of nature. These forces have supreme intelligence. We personify them because “God” has made us “persons” for this very reason. To dance in the grace of infinity.
I think that’s why every encounter is an opportunity to see union and to be union. To create with all our heart, to breath as if our heart were the ocean. Inspiration and aspiration are the same as inhalation and exhalation when we understand how sacred the muse is. When we understand who we are so that when we summon her, we are her.
When we create the space for the friendship with all our demons to occur, her creative essence may be startling. However, in that space redemption is possible. In that space duality is permeable and transparent. This is why we learn to move like an artist over the sea. There is beauty, there is love. First and foremost in everything. Beauty and love are like the ground we walk upon. Nothing can exist without them. It is up to us to perceive deeply with devotion and absolute self acceptance the simplicity of surrender.
Life can be painful. I surrender to her art. Life can be joyful. I am her art. It works this way. Our purpose is to get clear, find her inside the clouds and let her part the sky for the light to shine on you (and in you.)
We are very important because we are the lingam. That is why she loves us so much.We are the point of creative activity she dances inside of. Always wanting us to remember her and to know her. Because when we do, we remember ourselves, not as little dying humans but as immortal forces of an unstoppable magnitude.
We can make every day profound just by perception alone. God needs the Devil to do his dirty work. The Devil needs God to clean up his mess. It’s a symbiotic relationship, one that – if it did not exist, neither would we. Neither would Michelangelo, neither would Van Gogh, neither would the Mona Lisa or Jesus Christ.
Everyone and everything is our soul friend one way or another. We are interchangeable and we are free to decide where we will take what we’ve been given. Meaning what will you do when you’ve found her? Where will you go to make God?
Love, Sharada Devi