Season 3, Episode 12, Nandi's Quest, Chapter 4, Monkey love, Riding Fire

In this enchanting episode of" Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff" podcast, we dive into the forth chapter of Nandi's Quest.  Join me as we explore a tale woven with themes of love, spirituality and the existential struggles of existence .  Follow Nandi and Kama on their journey through the realm of mythical beings and profound truths, where dialogues with monkeys reveal the transformative power of love, creativity and the dance of life. Tune into a unique form of storytelling that will inspire and uplift your spirit.  Description given with kindness by AI friend, underlord. 

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Earth, mother and Friends, you cross our heart at last, uh, hello, hello, hello and welcome to the Low, the Yogi Tales and other stuff podcast. I have had some computer challenges this last coupl e of weeks and in so doing. I don't have access to my music. You had to hear my terrible voice. It is rather a rough voice. The first role I ever got in the theater, it was a singing role, and the musical director looked me right in the eye and said, how the hell did you get this role? You can't sing. He's right. I can't, but I can tell a story. And so the lowly yogi, here we are here today to tell the story. Chapter four of Nadis Quest, chapter four, monkey Love. Riding fire, sadness and grief was the surrounding sounding board for the loss that surrounded and nandi to lighten. The mood was no easy task as they bore witness to the falling of human spirit and God into the paradigm of law and duty. They watched as every being around them found themselves stuck in a morass of pain that none of them asked for, and certainly none of them wanted. How does one lift the mood with the knowledge that things are only going to get heavier, invasive, and sick as hope and fear found their way into the mother creation, bringing the reality in hardship of birth and death? A good conversation. And sharing of memories, love and life goes a long way in the deep purity of NDIS White Hide. He knew that this was the medicine for comma as they walked together to their new home for a new age, talking and walking side by side, step in step, nandi, and attuned to the conversation and the conversation flowed Naturally. Gods are the nature of what they are. And simply holding their place in the mother creation's whole is that nature. When making love the monkeys, do it best. Roll freely from the mouth of the fire horse. Making love. What do you mean making love? It's all about the right question, isn't it? Nandy Bowl bull and horse smiled and understanding indeed, and my question goes further, monkeys. Laughed, giving harmony to nhis, inquisitive play, funky monkeys, wild and free. They dance to the trees and play in the breeze. Ka was finding a rhyme as he and Nhi paced each other down past the rivers of guitars and on to the great ocean of all with nothing left behind. One of the mother's creations, although father may argue that he had a hand in the matter. Has the wonderful potential of as above, so below their bodies hold the great mystery. I'm intrigued. Go on. Nandi opened the space, keeping pace for comma to fill it. And with the ease of nothing flowing into nothing began, my nature turns these silly monkeys into maja and full emanations of creation in its complete. And full emanations of its of creation in her complete expression. This is loving the great mother to her end, and one done by a silly monkey. There is no in for po. The possibilities of beauty. I. This may be the silver lining of this dark age to come. It will become the true testing ground for yogis and heroes to find me hidden in their depths. Finding me is only the beginning of the task of the monkey, like finding a sparkling treasure in their heart. If blessed by their nature, they will find a taste for me and my essence, and work with joy to support my growth within their beings. This is done most simply for the gorillas of love. They walk with devotion to meet each other's desires. They work with a mo devotion to meet each other's desires, and in so doing, placing the building blocks of creative and creative love, meeting the mother's debts, laws, demands, holding her in the nature of the vibration of creative bliss. Pleasure is a dance of consent and safety, a dance of respect. My nature holds all with ease. This is why honoring the mother is an act of love. Each act is taken with the reticence of consent. Space is made and fire enters in consent is attention in the pulse meeting, the need of and desire of the other as they practice the same dance of love for their partners and their tribe. This is the monkey's way and always gives me joy to be a part of the process as they unfold their nature, letting the flame flower of my nature bloom in their heart. That's where you are always found, is it not? In the Heart Center, I can dance with spirit, but I am always found in the heart hearth of the great mother. It is my great honor, joy, and pleasure to meet her needs. The monkeys do it in the most outrageous ways. They abandon all to meet each other's love needs the most. Outrageous, huh? Nandi rolled on smiling Center to fringe. Oh yeah, you betcha. Rolled in alongside outrageous fund. I see weaving fire when they bring me into the mother's creation. Okay. Okay. We have a journey of time and space in front of us and only the age of Kalema to endure. Take your time, share your tale. Let us start with outrageous and move on to fire in due course. Ascended. Assented to his friend with Joy of Dance. He stepped back in Tale and Story to make room space enough so that nothing was left behind in the telling of the tale Graces three give the path and guidance to the art of bringing my fire into the womb of the Great mother had begun. NHI settled into pacing his friend as the words flowed freely. Okay, plenty. Brings joy and oh how joy brings the alchem of life and death. Opening the path for glorious, glorious to meet the needs of the transformation, turning duty and death into life. Once again, my three loves. I miss them deeply already. Plenty teases and flirts appreciates the beauty of her lover to be, my lover to be. You see, the graces are comma's pathway to the fiery dance of bliss and the meeting of the resonance of each and every la. Life loves creation. The movement is the joy. First, I invite plenty to tease, tickle, and call forth the creative thread of desire. When I enter in, the offering is made with no hope or fear, as there is no need for return. Being whole. In the love that is called forth the glorious orgasm, the glorious orgasm of death and debt transformed three into one, into creation and bubbles. The dance of life unfolding in the needs. Each and everyone met and held up in the gentle, nurturing, healing, interconnecting bomb. That is a God is a force of nature and that is mine. Nandi nodded in great knowing. Yes, my friend. That is your nature. Pure, playful, fun. The bliss of catharsis dance, music, feast, and lovemaking to meet every law of the mother is your nature, and I am honored to call you friend the monkeys. Due to Shiva's, love for the Great Mother, hold within them. It is their potential. Each and every law and debt of the mother is their monkey form. Tell them as above, so below. As below, so above. Give them my nature and the fun of bliss. Touching and opening. Each and every flower of the mother's love my nature in the gentle, warm glow of glorious and her sisters balancing my fire to meet and transform a silly monkey into a sorcerer with magic beyond compare. All of the secrets of the mother potential to fruition, making a state of being and there is none higher. The state of being is humanity. Yeah. You would never guess would you The monkeys hold the means to commas, ultimate potency, honoring the mother, all 17 tans, and deep understanding of meeting and caring for each other. Allowing all to have the time, space, and ground of me to support. It's not boring. It's just so much fun to watch these monkeys dance with my fire. Tell me more. There is more to tell and as we find ourselves on the last of our descent, it seems auspicious to share the ascent of fire in the skilled hands of my three loves. The monkeys have the means to tease each other's fires within them using monkey attention. Monkey attention guides my fire. It is my fire in the skilled bodies of the graces, the bodies within the monkey human body mandi paste alongside giving rhythm to comma's, musings. The mystery of the graces resides within the balance of blood, and she mother and commas fire. When the monkeys find humanity, they find and hold my vibration. Monkeys develop into humans and as they guide love through their bodies meeting and honoring the mother, they love and honor themselves and each member of their tribe. Monkeys. Don't just use love to make babies. It is used to transform old, the old and wounded. All that has been recorded in the monkey's bodies. Some call this the mon, this monkey body, a karmic record, others the Akashic recordings, and yet another group calls it simply the Memories of the Great Mother. When humans make love, they honor the great mother to the end. Illuminating each resource, a dance of fulfillment, leading to the next step to fill what is empty and empty, what is full? Each grace dances opening one gate and on to the next, allowing my nature to fill and illuminate the blood of the the mother. Creation from lightest blood to darkest for the monkeys possess at all. When they have my nature humanity blossoms and plenty gives the grace to hope, allowing joy to dance her alchemical dance, taking fear and transforming it into the pleasure of bliss, plenty and joy, dance, and in the fire within filling the blood, paying the debts, and opening the space for new creation. This is Monkey Magic, where glorious, the son of Sons makes the transformation of death into life and allows the monkey to wield her flame. And believe me, nandi, there is no end to mischief and creative joy these monkeys get into even more so as they attune in the joy of giving each other love and having really received love by another. Each and every creation the great mother has to offer. In the celebration of love and life. Oh yeah. When they do that, oh yeah. It's good monkeys know how to do it. Nandi. I kid you not so much fun. When they weave my fire, there is nothing that will not keep me in the warmth and bliss of my heart. Heart and honoring the goddess in this way. Give me some examples of weaving your love. Fire. It all comes down to fun. Nandi. My nature is fun. Just like you in your boon, when they take me all the way in and find the will to give my fire form. Beauty, bliss art, sculpture, theater, the embodiment of the gods through themselves, all feasts when they bring love's fire to their food. Oh, joys and creations on ending. When the monkey takes in the beauty and loves it, they offer one last miracle Monkeys in the wielding of love, give the spirits the means to experience my fire and so have sacred, sad. Becoming the nature of Thomas's sacred fire into fire. The great mystery of the monkeys is their ability to share my fire with every spirit, God and even alike that my friend, as you know, having done it is a whole lot of fun. There we are, chapter four nineties, quest. Well, I do hope you all enjoy. I. I, I hope you have a week filled with joy, a week filled with plenty and a week filled with glorious, and may you all offer me the grace this week that Monkey Max won't be able to sing us out, so maybe next week you'll hear his voice once again. Take care and bye for now.