Sacred India Tarot Archive: Creation of 8 of Lotuses – Siva Tests Parvati

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Mask

Mask

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Continuing the Sacred India Tarot Archive, by Rohit Arya and Jane Adams.  This post is quite a ragbag, because into it arrived two vintage Himalayan mountaineers:  Siva  tries on their faces to further tease Parvati, perhaps.  Or … an essay on India’s charm for we romantic Brits.

This post belongs with “Solomon” (23 March) which is over in Aquariel, my other blog.

While assembling Solomon and (to conclude) a gist of his Song, I thought of Parvati in her Himalayan forest, watering the trees and being visited by the wise.

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Rohit’s Notes (2004)Eight of Lotuses:  Siva Masks Himself

Lotuses 8 Visual reference  1

Lotuses 8 Visual reference 1

“Siva appears as a smug, self satisfied Brahmin, to test the poor girl, indulging in much abuse of his qualities, nature, life style and appearance.  Parvati responds with anger, as shown in the comic strip below.  This indicates both the Karma which kept them apart, and the fact that when such happens, the illusions which separate people no longer hold sway.  This is the only card where Siva is not shown in colossal stature, and he is not bejeweled or crowned.”

lotuses 8 reference 2

lotuses 8 reference 2

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Parvati pestered by sages - detail

Parvati pestered by sages – detail

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Jane’s Notes

As a Capricorn child, I am bound to identify with the Daughter of the Mountain. My love letter is to the universe, for all hearts to read.   Let it be!

Rahu Northnode ... after tasting the nectar

Rahu Northnode … after tasting the nectar.  The immortal gods severed Rahu’s head from his body, for daring to sip their elixir.  He leads the glorious Illusion through which “the Shepherd leads himself back to Himself” … “the One most fully present in His seeming absence” … “honour Him with integrity or He will swallow you whole” … “there is no where in heaven or hell where I AM not” … “I do not believe – I know” …  Rahu’s cosmic Love song is in this link.  (song of Rahu by Jeanette Kishori McKenzie)

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Here I am, Parvati by the Star pool, listening to Rahu, fishing away for Siva, and pestered by a sage or two !  

Why not take all the time it needs?  The sages who come along are interesting, and sometimes they pretend to be Siva for a while, which is fun.   Siva’s masque fits any of them.  He puts on a different face, pretending to be Rahu’s Head Exchange …   Siva the god of Love is a holy terror among the wives of sages !  Siva shines through Rahu.   Rudra is sometimes Rahu.   They seem to pass through one another.  None of them is really Siva.   This is the Glory and Freedom of Siva.

Rahu’s appearance presages Parvati’s future child with an elephant’s head – Ganesh.

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Parvati pestered  - Version 4

Wives of sages get left alone a lot in the forest.   Up the path through dark stems and columns of sunlight, who comes next?  What matted lean stranger, with loincloth, waterpot and glowing eyes?  Any day, the unexpected !   The call of strange birds, through Himalayan valleys:  the clambering rhododendron giant:  nocturnal mist lifts off the ground, as Surya begins His work for the day.

I think Parvati’s nectarous ecstasy was greater in her expectant Solitude, sleeping out at night and fasting on the ground, than in all the future days of her marriage with Siva on Kailas.   Of course they would  squabble, whenever they came off the peak.   That was the fractious energy field required to conceive their children, Skanda and Ganapati.

My loveliest experience in India, was not Gurus.  I didn’t really take to them, other than Ramana.  It was sitting in Ramanananda’s cottage the other side of Arunachala Hill: the tall medicinal herbs in his garden – all of them collected from sages’ samadhis –  the rocks in his fireplace, his watercolours of the Hill, his old put-put scooter and excellent idiomatic English.  Friar Tuck in horn rimmed specs and orange skirts welcomes staff-bearing kindred spirits.  He is busy raising funds to restore Annamalai Temple:  piles of paperwork perch precariously on pebbles, rudraksha beads and sacred ash.  Through his parlour, men and women sadhus potter and pass the timeless hour:  their laughing Vedic intellect, the Path to Liberation and the heat.

Ramanananda Saraswathi in 1993

Ramanananda Saraswathi in 1993

In modern India and the loosening of some of its brackets, an ancient freedom speaks as it always has. Off the beaten track, Ramananda’s caravan among wiry eucalyptus, catches what breeze it can.  He told me that in summer, if you throw an egg on the wall, it fries, and that he is not really a Swami, he is the Self.

The train stops again.  Through the wide windows, time and tall herbs pass by. In Siva’s fiery light, no caste or custom confines the eccentric delight of elder India.

Mira de Coux

Mira de Coux

It is also my friendship with Belgian Mira when she stayed with me for a short time in London; we laughed about our menfolk.   She like Parvati waited by the Ganga many many moons with cloth and waterpot, till Harilal Poonja returned along the path – her Siva whom she married:   their daughter Mukti.

FOR MIRA AND POONJA

With a ghee lamp   
butter from the cow is burned,   
leaving nor ash nor carbon.

With a ghee lamp   
the cow is burned; pure   
is Vedic light from the Sun she gives.

Fire, brave ship in water shining.   
Sun, bright fire in the sea.   
Water, deep peace of night.   

Fire is in the wood.   
Fire sleeps in the wood.   
Fire from the Sun   
is present in all beings. 

Let there be peace   
to all beings:  to rocks, plants,   
rivers, animals and people.   
Let there be peace. 

His soul is to her love released.   
In the flower childrens' fire,   
Master's body fell, was licked and torn,   
eaten, feasted. Let there be peace   
to all beings.

from Poems of Eclipse, 1999

 cow, dark & light

THE RIVER LADY

The wisdom of an elder, beautiful woman   
plays among the cows.   
The Daughter of the Mountain nomad   
knows not what'll happen next.

With her Master's zest   
she parries the prurient in the bud   
with deft shield   
and sword to tease and pierce. 

Because like Parvati, she by Ganges waited   
outside time, her spouse,   
an old, old river through her flows, a gravitas.   
A terrible compassion in her stands.   

Master's eyes are palpable   
in her round feminine face   
with wide laughter wrinkled -   
a soft river apple blooms.

Bhakti in the West is not well understood.   
The soul of bhakti is the effortless   
being taken;  Master's absence of effort.   
There is no lineage, no permission for the river.   

It overflows its banks, within my house.   
The room is filled with the river lady's 
way of hen partying   
here, with Master in our toes.

My thoughts are cradled in small sails   
the river takes to its own.   

They are brave little ships.   
They are butter, lit in paper boats.

from Poems of Eclipse 1999

butterlamp boat

The luminosity of Vedic India, the shining brown river, the Himalayan myths and legends,  the paradoxical political scene … remain bright and eternal in Parvati’s soul.   I feel the sound of the river and the old wrinkled stones and the sun’s heat even now.   I travel sitting still!   Waiting for Siva is the Himalaya in my soul:  the coming and going of this, is beauty.   Nobody need wait for Siva.   Siva is the perfume of all the whispering leaves.

oaks in treasure wood near Broomlands

I did not tread the shores of Mother Ganga in this lifetime, nor visit Badrinath.  The memory is planted from other lifetimes, who knows when or where ?   Badrinath where Ganga rises, and the mountain-girt sanctuary of Nanda Devi and the Valley of Flowers, are on the watershed, on the direct trail to Kailasa in the north, the shining peak.

himalayan forest

himalayan forest

Let Nanda Devi be my mantra !   She is the goddess of nanda, a male sanskrit word for joy.  In the 1930s, the Himalayan explorer Eric Shipton opened up the dark Rishi Ganga gorge to the secret flowering meadow and snows around Her beautiful high fang, till then inaccessible …    “Rishi” means “Sage”.  The Sages’ silence flows from there, and the mountains are devic beings.

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Eric Shipton

Eric Shipton

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Nanda Devi

Nanda Devi

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If my thoughts seem to stray, it is because Parvati and Siva invoke for me this landscape and its archetypal resonance.  Translating Parvati’s visions on an empty tum, to my inner world in England, I am inspired by the early Himalayan explorers  as they mapped the sacred trail among the high Ganga sources around Badrinath, seat of Vishnu.  I have their books and their old photos.  It is an INVOCATION :  to touch upon, and to marvel.  The trail crosses the watershed.  Its great peaks are Kamet and Nanda Devi, on the way to Kailas in Tibet.

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parvati suspicious

In the book with Sacred India Tarot deck, Rohit writes: 

“Siva, vanquished by Parvati’s great tapasya, and even greater love, still has a puckish desire to test her.  If she was not discouraged by indifference, perhaps she will be by disgust?  Appearing as a young Brahmin, he professes loud astonishment that she is wasting her life and beauty on that fellow Siva.  Is he any sort of goal for decent people?  His family and background is unknown, his ornaments are serpents, he lives in cemeteries with weird goblins, and he certainly has no money. 

“This is a peculiar form of Bhakti called Ninda-Stuthi – Abuse-Praise!  It is coded language for spiritual initiates.  Siva has no money because he is the lord of the world.  He lives in cemeteries because that is where every human ends up.  He has no family and is of uncertain background because He is the origin of the world, and so on. 

“‘He encompasses all things, though he is but one.  Whoever knows him, Siva the Auspicious, wins peace for ever.’

Svetasvarura Upanishad

Sacred India Tarot 7 of Lotuses/Cups:  Siva Tests Parvati

Sacred India Tarot 7 of Lotuses/Cups: Siva Tests Parvati

Rohit continues:  “While Parvati does understand this language, her great love for Siva made these contumelius epithets unbearable.  She began to objurgate this insolent man – scolding and rebuking sharply in a whirlwind of offended love.  “The stupid and envious always say malicious things about the Great Ones of the world.  What is beyond the limited understanding of shallow minds, is condemned.  To speak ill of great souls is a sin, to listen is to participate in that sin.’

The last bonds of impeding Karma snap at that moment, and Siva concedes defeat.  The devas are relieved.  Parvati has in her meditations, worked out their negative Karma too.”  

Finally, embedded in his interpretation, Rohit concludes, “This is an end-of-Karma card … Whatever goes at this time, let it go.  It has no more Karma with you.  Seek new horizons in life.”

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Kailas sacred mountain

Kailas sacred mountain, starlight

Looking for a picture in Frank Smythe’s The Valley of Flowers (Hodder & Straughton 1938) about his exploration near the Nanda Devi sanctuary, I discovered this marked paragraph:

“It was the first time I had travelled alone in the Himalayas, and the experience after the last two caravanserais to Mount Everest, was more than refreshing.  For the first time in my life, I was able to think. I do not mean to think objectively or analytically, but rather to surrender thought to my surroundings.  This is a power of which we know little in the west, but which is a basic of abstract thought in the east. 

“It is allowing the mind to receive rather than to seek impressions, and it is gained by expurgating extraneous thought.  It is then that the Eternal speaks;  that the mutations of the universe are apparent:  the very atmosphere is filled with life and song:  the hills are resolved from mere masses of snow, ice and rock into something living.  When this happens, the human mind escapes from the bondage of its own feeble imaginings, and becomes as one with its Creator. 

“My pen has run away with me.  It often did when recording my impressions in the Valley of Flowers, for it is impossible to continue along conventional channels when the country on either side is so fair … …  

“The silence was complete save for the light, almost imperceptible hiss of the burning logs.  Presently even that died, and the fire shrank to a heap of glowing embers.  The cold stole up behind me;  suddenly I was chilly, and my pipe was out.  A few minutes later I was warm in my eiderdown sleeping bag.  The last thing I saw before closing my eyes, was a bright star poised on a distant ridge, looking at me through the door of the tent.”

Frank Smythe

Frank Smythe

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Sacred India Tarot Archive: 7 of Lotuses – Parvati waters Trees

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Rohit’s Notes 2003/4

“Seven of Lotuses is an interesting episode, because Parvati used to break her tapasya every day, to care for trees in her vicinity, and was criticized for being frivolous in so doing.  She quoted back a Vedic verse which says that the most sacred and meritorious of all acts is to serve trees!  This break was also part of her Sadhana.  

“The normal spirit associated with the Star card is what we are seeking here.  Trees near a lotus pond will do.”

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hawthorn & oak

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from Hermetic Tarot 1991

from Hermetic Tarot 1991

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Jane’s Notes:

Parvati waters trees!   In the Major Arcanum 17 image, she is mother naked, truth, and she pours from flasks of infinite supply, onto the ground and into the starry pool, seeking and being her knowledge.

With the same water of Life, Parvati in the Himalayan forest, replenishes the upward flowing sap and photosynthesis – the inverted root.  Each forest giant is Siva, and she moves among them like the dew;  the heat and smell and sweat of earth, the stirrings of insects and wild deer.   She dips her cloth in the water, and wraps it around her, to cool herself.

Parvati’s sadhana and service contained these tremendous contrasts:  the ultimate snows, the fiery dance of her Lord, and the lush grandeur of Himalayan valleys.

As Rohit has pointed out, after the terrible shock and humiliation of Kama being destroyed, her passion is like a little girl, convinced that a happy and magical outcome is in her power.  For is it not her destiny to be the Mother of the world?

As Mother Ganga descends from the Himalayan watershed, Sati reborn as Parvati is the consciousness:  and she awaits Him by the waters, with all the time in the world.

Visual reference from the cartoon-book, for Seven of Lotuses

Visual reference from the cartoon-book, for Seven of Lotuses

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Indeed, the tapas and self-starvation of the young Daughter of the Himalaya Mountains, richly nourished her daydreams – which every Indian Princess has – of family life with Lord Siva and their children Skanda and Ganapati, on Mount Kailas …

Postcard - Parvati, Siva & family in Kailas

Postcard – Parvati, Siva & family in Kailas

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… the blissful marital bed of eternal, yogic snows …

Kailas - sacred mountain

Kailas – sacred mountain

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A  Kabbalist experience of the Self, yet Sivaic …

Something similar to this (below) may have shone through Parvati’s dreams. Just such a moment influences an entire life.   We all have them;  but do we notice them?

1991:  “I dreamed I or someone had an injury, a toxic swelling on the left leg, near the ankle.  The person lay on, or was part of a piece of furniture or framework, in a garden out of doors, and suffered from a lack of equilibrium.  With my growing interest in healing, a strange knowledge entered me.   I lifted this swollen point or part of space.  I let it collide with a point of vitality which I brought to meet it over the wooden frame, from the other side.  From the marrying spilled an incandescent throbbing.  It was not of my body;  it was the air:  the point everywhere, of Reality.    For those endless instants, I knew and I am the infinite Source.

“Nothing can end or destroy the Source, the seamless thrill of being.   A mountain range, a Himalaya of crystal light sparkles in the nucleus of every atom and in my hinterland.  It calls me.  It is an ancient Song which I cannot lose.   It will be always, as it always has been, home and living with my grandmother.  It has no beginning.

simikot kailas manasarovar, www.adventuregeotreks.com

simikot kailas manasarovar, http://www.adventuregeotreks.com

“It is as it fades, my uttermost and lingering refreshment.   It is the truth.  It flowered, it happened in the air.  And the sick leg was naturally being cured.

“I” …    How can I lose, or be lost?   It is imperishably simple.

“The creative act collides the particles.  It explodes their unsought energy.   Their interaction is more profoundly alive than any sum of the parts.   It is at position or motion.  It moves as a wave of light.  The hidden languages of adepts were built on verbs – motion – and not upon nouns – position.

“The interaction or “change” appears anywhere, at any moment over the cosmic lattice.

moon circumpunct

“In the ripple effect even a thousand light years distant, the mysterious brother or sister particle concurs.  It answers the continuum, through the veil of time and space.  An electron’s observable behaviours are pieces in cross-section of Reality.   An electron is a charged unit of life or change.  The quanta vanish and reappear beyond the Script of Light, in every place of time.  The living being is beyond sight and touch;  yet I breathe it through my nose.  Fragmentary planes across the limbs, appear in our elemental lattice – we add them together to make a sum or experiment for prediction.  But when they touch, the bucket’s bottom drops out.  A few parts of the electron memory and the way it feels, return through the veil.  The whole of I is this for ever.   The three-dimensional lattice is my dream, outlining the shadow.   The living being is in the wheels Ezekiel saw in the desert near Tel Aviv.

“Ezekiel recounted four simultaneous likenesses (to lion, eagle, angel, bull) in four directions squared through space at the speed of light.  On the chariot, four spherical wheels, one for each creature ‘went in any of their four directions without turning as they went … and when the living creatures rose from the earth the wheels rose … for the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels.’  Above this was a boundless crystal firmament – their point.  In this stood still  ‘the likeness of the Glory of the LORD ‘  –  axis of all the worlds.

“In the I-dot of each grain of space, I am the echo of that crystalline brightness Ezekiel calls ‘of a gleaming chrysolite‘ – my age old peaks, the mountains.

“Crystal is pure composition.  Handling or friction of crystals releases the current.  Crystal in the minerals and geological strata of Earth resembles the  Angelic Laws.  Crystalline and unadorned is this.”

sun circumpunct

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Here now is the completed card:   Parvati waters the Trees.

Sacred India Tarot - 7 Lotuses

Sacred India Tarot – 7 Lotuses

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The aura Omkara around Parvati recalls the green Kundalini in 2 of Lotuses,  as she fell at the feet of the sage Narada who brought her the news.

Correspondence Jane to Gautam & Rohit – 31 October 2004:  “As enclosed – and  thanks for sending Garuda images.”

Rohit to Jane:   “Both the eight” (see next SITA post) “and the seven are cards that leave us no room for comment.  They are terrific and beautiful.  It was a very pleasant surprise to see Kailas in the 8, as Gautam was going to send you a picture reference of the same to incorporate somewhere in the suit.  I think that we should switch characters of Kama and Pradyumna for King and Knight, as Pradyumna is the healed person, and Kama is still immature.”

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Mt Kailas over manasarovar, www.trekearth.com

Mt Kailas over manasarovar, http://www.trekearth.com

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GALLERY:  the young girl’s elemental romance

Sacred India Tarot Natarajan world detail

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Rohit Arya

Rohit Arya is an Author, Yogi and Polymath. He has written the first book on Vaastu to be published in the West, {translated into five languages} the first book on tarot to be published in India, co-authored a book on fire sacrifice, and is the creator of The Sacred India Tarot {82 card deck and book}. He has also written A Gathering of Gods. He is  a corporate trainer, a mythologist and vibrant speaker as well as an arts critic and cultural commentator. Rohit is also a Lineage Master in the Eight Spiritual Breaths system of Yoga. 

Earlier posts about the deck, including the first 15 Major Arcana archives are in http://aryayogi.wordpress.com   The deck is copyrighted (c) 2011 to the publishers, Yogi Impressions Books pvt, and available also on Amazon and internationally.

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Jane Adams

My adventure invites fellow travellers.  I am a poet, an artist and a seer.  I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.

This blog is  a vehicle to promote also my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books). Watch this space.

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All art and creative writing in this blog is copyright © Janeadamsart 2012. May not be used for commercial purposes. May be used and shared for non-commercial means with credit to Jane Adams and a link to the web address https://janeadamsart.wordpress.com/