Season 2, Ep. 23 The Gorgons Head

The lowly yogi shares a seed story holding the wisdom and secrets of the Gorgon's Head to celebrate the second darkest night of the year and to invite the light of a new view and a new age.

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome to the Lowly Yogi Tales and other stuff podcast. Welcome to the second darkest dark night. And here we celebrate the closing of the door and the opening of a new age and a new way of doing and a new way of being. I have been, uh, putting a lot of contemplation to this podcast as a whole, the whole arc of the sharing of all these different stories. And I think the spirits are very pleased with me. I think I, I think I have successfully given them a wonderful time. I hope you all have enjoyed it as well. And, uh, in closing, I thought I would close in the same way that I opened. And who knows, then maybe we'll move forward to a season three. We shall see. All right. So today I thought I would share a story, a seed story called the Gorgon's Head. The Gorgon's Head. The myth. Of Perseus and Medusa is a teaching of the Elysian mysteries and a potent opening in the understanding of Lady Law, Themis, Rhea, Persephone. Like Echidjati and her cross of the iron wolves, the Gorgon's head is Persephone's potency to wield. The mother keeps showing me a place in the human body, at its base, in its womb, where all of the laws reside. Some are held up, others dormant, sleeping, and even neglected. Lady Law is all of these serpents, and weaves all, in every variation, to create the tapestry of reality. The Gorgon's head is the scourge of Nemesis, judgment, shame, and resentment, the razors dancing on her whip. The Gorgon's head protects the Garden of Persephone in the mists of terror which Nemesis has gathered throughout the ages. Know that Nemesis is the greatest of protectors. The protector of humanity and the mother's love. The story is the hero's quest to seek the potency unparalleled, the ground heart vibration of Tataras. In this realm, in the depths of the human being, is Rhea's room. Within this room, all of the secrets of the Gorgon's head are revealed. Every serpent on that head, Typhoon's head, are the space waiting to be held up in creative potency. To clarify, mother's voice. The Gorgon's head is the laws and rails room that are not being met, not being held up. In the fire of Uranus's creation, the Gorgon's head is the place Nemesis stores all of her venom as an offering of protection to the great mother law, Persephone. This storehouse of venom is the Gorgon's head. The hero and the keeper of hestia's flame. For them, the gorgon's head is a shield. Judgment. Shame and resentment become their cloak of invisibility. It reflects back to the onlooker, their worst terrors, their worst shames, and their worst resentments. Turning the onlooker to stone. The warrior of the mother uses the scourge of nemesis to find the vibration where they no longer can be touched by its cut. In this middle way vibration, the mother's law, and only in this place of stillness and meekness, Potency. May the hero yogi wield Persephone's protection as she does, creating a cloak of invisibility over all she loves. This mystery teaches the warrior how to travel in the realm of beauty, always under the mother's protection. The middle way is underwhelming and is always shamed and judged away. Don't you see? The protection of the mother. The Gorgon's head. Nothing to see here. Move on. All is well and this, this is no road for you. Your terrors reside here. The Gorgon's head gives the wielder invisibility by using the onlooker's judgment, shame, and resentment against them. The mirror of nemesis. The head of the Gorgon. Early in my spiritual journey, I came to see that the path resides in the powerlessness, and that that was the very thing that made it self secret. No one would look there, much less begin a journey and follow the thread through all of its horrors to its end. As I traveled the thread of powerlessness, I found it to be the most elegant way to travel through the realm of beauty unscathed. Slogans formed to help me in my journey of sitting in the lowest seat. Meet it, don't become it. Bodhichitta is the absolute martial mind. I would rather be feeling powerless because at least I know I am healing. And most recently, if you have the power to take a life, you have the power to make a life. The thread led me through a process of refinement, surrender and holding space in deeper and larger ways, until the only way to meet it was with Hestia's flame, the pure middle way of the mother's love. With this understanding and yogic resonance held to the froth of Aphrodite, all their needs are met with ease. There is no debt unpaid, no wound unhealed, no challenge unenjoyed to its end, no torque to meet, as all are met. The head of the gorgon pulls the shame and resentment like a healer sucks the venom from a wound. The viewer can do nothing except offer their worst horrors. All that they have been shamed for, and all of the transgressions against the Mother and humanity. Shield and Sword. The Head of the Gorgon and the Cross of the Iron Wolf. These are the protection of law. Lady Themis, Rhea, Persephone, and the great lady mix, Ekajati, Kalima, held by the yogi firekeeper, holder of Hestia's flame. May this dark lady of the night shut the door to demonic fright. Ekajati, I pray, I plead, I beg, I tease, Please, please, please! Close this door of blackened night, Guard it thus I supplicate, I breathe space bliss, ah, reee! With your milk of Bodhi bliss, I mean it, I mean it, jeez. Mahamudra, Dakini dance, Vajra palace, hold the door with that please. And hold all beings in Tilo's bliss. There is a story here to be heard. Naga's dance. Nargajuna did it. Healed her wound. Prajnaparamita. No eye, no ear, no taste, no touch, no I, dot to, up to, no mind, dot to. Form is emptiness. Emptiness is no other than form. Since there is no fear, they attain complete enlightenment. Buddha sat in a cave, not even there. What a badass to hold the field and let Shariputra ask the right question at the right time. Garuda's dance. Shiva did it. Poison all drank. Krishna danced on the beast's head. He left jewels where his feet stomped in. All debts are paid. Shield of emptiness. Vajra law. Complete protection. Diamond means. Meter of all. This law I mean. Tara's bliss. Mother's law. Karma kiss. Ekajati meet it all. And guard that door. As is your joy. Mamos, wrath at your command. Close that door. Protect it and guard it fierce. Protect us all. That is what your power is for. And finally, set the stone. Set the tone. Heart of the palace is where it goes. View the world as a waking dream. Have compassion for those who view it as solid and real. Your body is a Vajra Palace. Set the stone, set Shiva's tone, Heart of the palace is where it goes. Hold it up, that is all, Shiva does it, Creation, not law. Set the stone, Vibration holds the heart, Creation, love supreme. Set the stone, set the tone, Heart of the palace is where it goes. In the tree of life there is a hearth, a lantern waiting for a light set the stone set. Shiva's tone, the light and love life full to the brim. Rays of creation fill each tendril and path. The stone set in the heart's shrine is where it goes. Gunas and vidas vibrate in love. Pure creation wakes the iron walls. There is nothing to believe. Set the stone, Shiva's bliss alone, Soma reigns love supreme. Gods and demons have their fill. All debts are met. The law no longer applies. The tree of life, full with love. Set the stone, set the tone. The heart of the palace is where it goes., Now we journey to the darkest of the dark night together. Thank you all so much for joining this Lowly Yogi and the Lowly Yogi Tales podcast, Just being here, if you found your way, I do hope you enjoy these stories. If you do, please share them. Let others know. I know it might seem like a lot, but listen to um, a few times. Let them settle in. They're really pretty fun. If you do love the tales, even just a little bit, do feel free to support the show and send some Yogi Cash this way, and we will use it to support our sacred works. You all take care, and you have a week filled with joy, a week filled with plenty, and a week filled with glorious. Monkey Max, play us out. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy Earth mother and friends, You cross our hearth at last. Long have we grieved, While the king of demons had his way. But no longer, no longer, It's time to dance and sing. This is the time when the golden age begins As we welcome love and peace and ease may it never cease Welcome joy and bliss in all the eyes of serpents kiss Welcome mother, welcome child, welcome body tender and mild. Welcome protection, and welcome friends. It's been a long wait, but now the golden age begins. Welcome spring, summer, and fall. Winter is Persephone's and sweetest of all. Welcome immortality. Welcome all, it's time to dance and sing, as the golden age begins. Welcome all you yogis, and we call you in. Welcome all you protectors, and we call you in. Welcome all you yogis, as the golden age begins.