The Eye in the Triangle
- Dear All:
The following is an account of a meditation and ritual I did
on the night of the 25th of December. I doubt if I have
mentioned here on this list at any point that aside from being a
Western adept(8=3 or thereabouts), I am also a Tantric initiate, and
a longtime devotee of the Shiva Lingam, the most powerful of the
eastern God-Symbols, and generally represented by a STONE..It is my
wont and custom to meditate for a minimum of an hour each night..it
used to be 6 or 7 hours a night, five or six days a week, for four
or five years, but since I acquired a companion two years ago, I
have had to modify my practice considerably. The point of stating
this is to establish the fact that I have been engaged in serious
spiritual work for a considerable time now, and it is a fact that my
regular life-such as it is!-fits in around my spiritual practice and
not the other way around, as is the usual situation with most
people. I do not watch TV, I rarely "party", or even go out,as too
much exposure to the outside world is very disruptive to spiritual
practice, as you doubtless know.
I had noticed some odd phenomena occurring previous to this, such
as my shadow turning GREEN one afternoon, and the fact that the Eye
in the Triangle is/was following me everywhere. The advertising for
the movie "National Treasure" does not explain it, as this symbol
was constantly (and I do mean constantly; sometimes up to three or
four times a day for the last week or three!) appearing to me in
places that had nothing to do with any movie propaganda..I could
hardly open a book or magazine at random, or glance casually about
anywhere in public without my eyes meeting its singular gaze, it
seemed! Then, the day before Xmas, I bought myself a Vogue magazine
as a treat.(I had wanted to be a fashion designer at one time) It
was to be the catalyst that precipitated a very powerful and telling
meditation and Invocation, combining practices of both the East AND
the West, at what turned out to be a very crucial moment of the
...It is odd, but I had a very powerful meditation
the night of the
25th..I went so far that I was teetering on the very
extreme limit of my own sanity. I had been meditating
on what I had seen in the December issue of Vogue
magazine that day..an article on AIDS in India, with a
photo of a skeletal Indian boy, Dilli Babu, sitting
like a tiny sadhu all alone, a halo of red around his
pathetic, wasted little head, dying slowly and
painfully in the last stages of AIDS, with his
suffering juxtaposed against the most vain and
self-indulgent wallow of useless overpriced vanity
goods destined for the rich and privileged of the
Most sickening of all was a Guess ad shot of that
monster of narcissism, self-centredness, and
debauchery, Paris Hilton, lounging in luxuried excess
next to a pool with her dog between her legs. It was
clear the intent of this image was meant to play on
the idea of bestiality and her reputation for
unbridled sexual indulgence. She was smirking at the
camera, legs spread wide. It was too much. After
having read the article on the unacknowledged ravages
of AIDS in India, and the silent horrendous suffering
of innocent little Dilli Babu and thousands of
children like him, this disgusting depiction tore it
for me; I could read no further. Nor do I think I will
be able to do so ever again..A wave of anger, shame,
guilt, and nausea at the iniquity of my belonging to a
humanity that would countenance such evil to occur
washed over me. I went to my meditation in this state
of mind. As I lit the spirit lamp before Ganesha, I
called upon God to witness this outrage, that such
evil should be allowed to exist any longer, and wept
there at the Mother's feet for the suffering of a
child I had never known.
I felt the Temple form about me as my Kundalini
began to rise, and I sat there in my meditation seat,
gripped the arms of my throne and began my Invocation:
I am She, the Bornless Spirit, having Sight in the
Feet, strong as the Immortal Fire!
I am She, the Truth!
I am She Who hate that evil should be wrought in the
I am She Who lightningeth and thundereth!
I am She from Whom is the Power of Life upon Earth!
I am She whose Mouth ever Flameth!
I am She, the Begetter and Manifestor unto the Light!
I am She, the Grace of the World!
THE HEART GIRT WITH A SERPENT IS MY NAME!!!!
As I sat there, calling on the Power, I felt a great
and terrible primal rage well up against all those who
violate the Dharma, who pervert the sacrament of sex
for their selfish ends, who fulfill their appetites at
the expense of others and pay no heed to the dreadful
consequences, and at the climax of the Invocation, I
assumed the Form of Dakshineswar Kali, raising My
great hooked blade and bringing it crashing down
upon the earth, sending a shockwave in all
directions...it was very strange, to be at one with
that Cosmic Anger and yet be myself at the same
time..I felt like Arjuna confronted with the Vision of
the Destroyer in the Bhagavad-Gita, and yet I was one
with the Vision itself...it was those words that kept
me safe, echoing in my heart during the climax of that
"..But the worlds also behold Thy fearful mighty
Form, with many mouths and eyes, with many bellies,
thighs and feet, frightening with terrible teeth; they
tremble in fear, and I also tremble...
When I see Thy vast Form reaching the sky, burning
with many colours, with wide open mouths,with vast
flaming eyes, my heart shakes in terror;my power is
gone and gone is my peace, O Mother!
Like the fire at the End of Time which burns all in
the last day, I see Thy vast mouths and Thy terrible
teeth...As roaring torrents of waters rush forwards
into the ocean, so do these heroes of our mortal world
rush into Thy flaming mouths!
And as moths swiftly rushing enter a burning flame
and die, so all these people rush to Thy fire, rush
fast to their own destruction!
The flames of Thy mouths devour all the worlds. Thy
glory fills the whole universe. But how terrible Thy
It was this memory of the Vision of Arjuna, that I
believe saved me from being swept away to madness..I
can barely describe the feeling, or what I saw, but I
could feel a horrendous pressure right back of my eyes
the size of a soccer ball, and I thought my head was
going to burst! I directed the pressure out into the
Sahasrara and felt it coalesce like a blazing red halo
around my head and eventually came fully back to
myself, thankful that I had not started screaming
aloud! I felt like I had been aboard a plane that
had been crashing but had somehow managed to make my
way back to earth! I sat there a long time, thinking,
after the meditation was done, so long, in fact, my
companion had to come down and knock on the door! I
said nothing to him about it, I just thought it was
simply a particularly vivid and active session, nor
did I really want to bring any memory of what I had
experienced back just yet!
But the next day, when I signed on to the Internet
to check my e-mail, there it was: at approximately the
time that the vision had occurred, a tremendous
earthquake had shaken the Far East.
Wine is strong, a king is stronger, women stronger still...but Truth
shall conquer all!