Season 3, Episode 11, Nandi's Quest chapter 3, Kama's dessent

Nandi and Kama take the journey to the stables in the depths of Oceanos. Along the way they give homes for the three graces, now three stones, for the dark age.

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Earth, mother and friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome back to Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff Podcast. Oh, I am so happy you found this Lowly Yogi here. Wherever you find yourself vibrating in that multiverse out there, attune this way. Let's have some fun together. We have been sharing Nandi's quest. this is a A continuation. There's not much more to say. I think it's just more to do. So let's do it. Nandi's Quest, Chapter 3, Kama's Descent. I'm coming with you. My wife is in retreat, and I have no better place to be than with my best friend. Now you stop it, Nandi. You can't survive there, and it is my duty, not yours. Well, first of all, you are talking to a bull who knows duty to the end, and second, this will be nothing to eating the last of the kolokirti with my lord at the turning of the ages. How about we call this quest my training for the turning of the ages? Oh, I like it, responded Kama. A game is so much easier than a duty, and with you, this very sad duty of bringing the Graces to their dark age home will be easier. It'll be easier with a friend. Together, I know you and I can make the basest of tasks fun and easy. In the depths, under the waves, dance in, dance out. That's Kama's way. Into the depths, mother's horror. Will resounds. All gates met until only love. That's Nandi's way. Song had begun and the fire horse of rainbow flame display and the white bowl of purity moved forward, each verse guiding them along their path. Together, bearing witness to the cost and suffering as the mother met the law without karma and his graces. Kama cried further into the unseen and unheard as he and Nandi took in the soup of nemesis. Only one cycle. Oh, this is not going to be anything but duty. Duty and more. Look at all these beings working to hold up your weight. Nandi and Kama took in the weight of the mother's law as they began to express their distress at the new found. Weight. The serpents were calling their demands, and without love to fill the spirits needs, they only had duty to stoke the fire. Dragons no longer flew under the newfound duty of law. Tears came to Kama once again, as he took in the oppression of ownership, as it found its way into the newfound wounds of hope and fear, and took the joy from the dragons, with the spirit's joy lost, the dragons found only will to hold their duty, the fire of attention to meet the needs of the gods and the mother's heart. How, only will would hold the fire of attention and come Anandi watched as all beings found the yoke of law and the meeting of the mother's duty so that the serpents of the reality might not fall. Bull and Fire Horse nodded their understanding. The laws would fall. They must, for the son must learn the father's law of honoring the great mother. I cannot put into words, Nandi had begun to rock in rage, words come nowhere near the means to express the horror of this choice. This will only hurt till it's done. The grace is gone. The fire only rapes the mother. Let us cry together and watch her strength as she teaches the potency of the flames of the ancient blood to its end. For only she bestows this gift. She gave it to me as I offered my human meat suit for this majestic frame, said Nandi. The great mother helped me to see that the rage and poison of rape is met with love and pleasure, taking the power and weaving it into a dream she chooses. Now the mother teaches us, and so we will all suffer together. When her lesson is learned, you and the Graces will return. Until then, my wife holds our fire and hearth so that I may be with the friend by your side in this darkest of times. Kama graved a great sigh of fire love and watched as a great wave of fire love rolled out over Nandi in the depths of creation. The flame brought all but Nandi to ash. The great white pirate, he danced and laughed in Kama's flames. Come on, love. Let us take our descent and find our new home with Oceanus and all of the other great monster protectors. We can kick it with Kundalini and maybe give that great serpent a rise. Kama and Nandi broke the dark spell with laughter. I am so glad you're by my side, sir. You are no beast of burden. You are my equal. Wait. We are both beasts of burden! Laughter broke deeper into reality and side by side, the steps became easier together. Oceanus held the roots of the great depths of the mother reality, cleansing her rivers and listening to her pulses. Every monster knew that Oceanus was the great host who turned none away. Thoughts danced between the two friends as Persephone's gardens opened in front of them. Relax and you arrive. We have come to the resting grounds for the graces, as we allow the wrathful mother to teach her laws, each and every one, until the end. Until the end, followed Kama, eyes sparkling, as he gave the response to their Soma drinking toast. The horror and rage, the rape and unending endurance, is simply met and endured to the end in the pulse of the mother's love. Nandi and Kama both loved and honored the mother, and as they crossed through the mists of neglect and nemesis wrath, they found a nurturing womb of sweet, fragrant love. Each blossom called to the steed and bull, sharing its nectar and drawing them further into the mother in law's gardens. Imagination doesn't compute or render the beauty Lady Demeter holds for her daughter in the depths of Tartarus. Every beauty and wonder of the mother's creation was to be found wandering the garden paths. Here. I do believe is the place we will find to settle the unicorn in comfort until the graces three may become one again. That will be our call into action and the turning of the hourglass at the edge of creation, Kronos call to the golden age once more. Nandi, let auspicious coincidence take the lead. Three shrines will arise naturally to support and hold each grace. Let us trust the mother and find our way. Wandering the gardens made them each think of a picnic, which was no issue, as there were so many blossoms to devour along the way. Such abundance. The mother does love us. Kama and Nandi ate their way into a grove of aspen and roses, dancing with berry vines and lotus marshes and ponds, feeding every gross needs. Aha! Look there! Like it was waiting for us! Nandi called out to Kama who was feasting on a buyer of raspberries. Kama looked up from his feast to take in a sacred valley within the marsh. A valley which called for a need to be met. Kama took the moment needed to work the juices and swallow and moved in to take in Nandi's new find. Finding his way to Nandi, berry juice gracing his jowls, he knew heart resonance settling Settling into the need to step in and resolve auspicious coincidence. Please, if you might show me the kindness. I do believe, Nandi, we have found the ground for my love plenty. I grieve as we give the dark ages the suffering of hope. Nandi stepped forward and offered the Feast of Three. Don't piss Sheev off, that's all I've got to say. For the record, arrows of love don't go so well, Kama chuckled at the truth of his grief and the settling into the intention of letting go of love's love. He set the first lingam, allowing an altar of berry bramble to form as he placed his love and grieved plenty, now held in the love and juices of fruit's delight. When you have had your fill of grief, I do believe I may have found the seat for our next queen. Nandi had crested a hill and found himself looking into the depths of a hidden cavern. Rock teared and danced in ridge and stalactite down to the depths of the great lake. Kama crested the ridge in auspicious perfection, illuminated the pure blue lake of mind. Waves like thoughts danced through the water. Kama's light following them into their depths, illuminating a great volcanic womb. Nandi, you are good, my friend. Would you allow me to put my love to rest? A grace to grace, Persephone's womb. I do believe that's what this place is called. If not, I may have just named it. Nandi and Kama found joy leading to mirth. Laugh or cry, I am glad you are with me, my friend. Kama took Joy, the second Grace, and fire into water, the horse found his way into the basin. Kama let auspicious coincidence dance, and Joy found her way into a seat which had awaited her, but only for an age. Fear freed itself to dance while it had its time to play. White Coral received the Grace and held a lattice of lace. Holding the stone in the flower of life, Kama settled, sitting next to his love in her new throne for the age, and cried, allowing his heart to break open and the fires of love lost danced through the lake to honor, his grief. Light and tide settled to hold the lace of life so the joy may be held until love's return. Grief takes its own journey, and Nandi and Kama fell in alongside. Grief made the descent bearable, water into water, as the path to Oceanus stables opened before them. They found themselves at death's fire. All was in alignment, and Glorious had guided horse and bull to her new home. Glorious, my queen, my consort, my Vajrayogini, we will know the dance of love again. Until then, guide death's fire, the fire of death and birth. With the deepest grief I offer my greatest passion to hold the fire so that the dead may be born again. One last grace until we meet once more. Come a place glorious, now a simple stone, into the blazing green fire of death. And with her grace, death now became birth, a gate opened from life to life, as all beings now held the duty and laws of the Great Mother, gods, humans, demons, and all beings of sentience now found themselves caught in the yoke of debt and law. Kama and Nandi gave just two tears as the third could not be shared, the pain too deep and the loss unknown to the mists of time and space which lay before bull and horse and every other being. Nandi rubbed up against Kama, soothing a grief that Kama didn't want to give space or attention. Nandi soothed the fire that burnt due to the choice that neither of them had chose. What's done is done. I'm just glad you are here with me, my friend. Me too. Ah, chapter three. Kama's descent. Nandi's Quest. Thank you so much for finding Lowly Yogi Tales and other stuff podcast. Oh, I do hope you're enjoying these stories and the other stuff as well. And if you are, do please feel free to share. And of course, if you feel that love in your heart, feel free to support the show, uh, and I will take that support and put it towards sacred works. Who knows what they might be. At any rate, you all have a week filled with joy. A week filled with plenty. And yes, I wish you all a week filled with glorious. Play us out, Monkey Max. Play us out. Earth, Mother, and Friends Earth, Mother and friends, You cross our hearth at last. Long have we greered, 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 Bodhi, Tinder, and Mile. 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.