Mother Gnosis is a graphic grimoire and compendium of over fifty red and black artworks, poems, prose and invocations that emanated through ritual praxis and devotional ishwara pranidhana to Kali Maa between late 2020 and mid 2021. Mother Gnosis unravels an array of esoteric images and intimate gnosis of the Mother, Kali Maa.
“Kali my Love,
She shimmers from far above,
She beckons me closer and ushers my hand,
I gaze at Her through calendula eyes,
Dagga and honey are Her surprise,
Revealing dimensions of magical rise.
Why must you frighten the masses in bloody macabre,
Dancing in smashans of putrid decomp?
I gazed at your horror, gnashing bizarre,
Bright eyed as child, silence by plight.
Jai Ma, sweet Kali,
Always beside, hovering and within me, you teach me abide,
High in the corner, dark star lit room,
I scamper your shelter, sharanam coup;
You seize all my senses and soften the blow,
Of mortalized wrong doings, insidious woe.
Your hair stirs like serpents and eyes gape at foe,
My terror is silenced in your abode,
Floating and senseless yoked to your void.
Late night appearing
Apparition of death violent shaking,
Severed heads quaking,
I’m frozen in bed.
Why not a lovely flowing blue dress,
With flowers and gemstones adorning your chest?
Why must you frighten and look such a mess?
My child I hear you.
You have it all wrong.
Your knowledge is firsthand to humble your heart,
My breath comes to salvage and restore your part,
In cosmic like lila, holy names do impart .
Only the fiercest of loving men,
Kneel at my altar and offer their heads,
My shakti is blinding, striking some dead,
My power is yielding to children who plead,
For mercy and shelter from demons all fled.
It was me who exacted the blows,
To forge in their vessels darshan aglow,
To transform and mold them until they’re suffice,
Enough to see beauty in my swift slice.
When you are ready you’ll see my grand plan,
Decipher the grandeur from where it began,
Men have grown wicked possessed by their fears,
Minds are all darting forth and back sneers,
Of hatred, division, stealing and killing parts of my glamour year after year.
A parent of greatness rewards and refrains,
Kind to the children who obey their fate,
Gifted by dharma, guided by faith,
Diligently focused on my radiant state.
Asuras they spray down like deafening rain,
Drowning out consciousness, rendered insane,
Contaminants my children, here I remain,
Furled and dreadful splicing remains,
Protection my loved ones, nestling them sane.
Falling like star dust heaven to reign.”
Kalavati Devi II-I