ShockedT driving this rig. Riding shotgun, Mahavidya Matangi, maybe Dhumavati? Or maybe Nirruti, the smoky goddess. They share the seat with all their sisters and brothers so it’s hard to know exactly who it is. Perhaps it’s Saraswati shows up one day? Mostly, it is them, the outcast goddesses. How is that? A worshiped goddess to be cast out? A paradox to the puritan mind? Smoking yogi? You can’t do that, they say. Now, I’m not saying that smoking and being a yogi is a divine truth. It’s just part of my truth, divinely. I bow to thee, ye smoking yogis!
Isn’t it true that the most divine truths are those of paradox? We find the greatest truths in the in-between, of “yes, and”, of multiple truths existing in harmony, of “same coin, both sides”, “two wings, same bird”. Rather than the dualistic nature good/bad, either or, above/below, how about what’s in the center flying this thing with this smokin Shakti?
These pages hold stories of ShockedT, the smokin yogi, on a quest to engage in lifting conversations about the world we create for ourselves and each other. The world is shocking. It creates, co-creates and recreates our sensational intake and perceptions a thousand times a blink of the eye. This is what makes it exciting.
ShockedT exists in the material world and plays in the electrical magnetic realm. Ahhhh, give thanks to the great magnet that brings what we need and pushes away what doesn’t match up. Mantra, Mudra, breath practice, and movement are applied to vibrate and move electrons to higher cells. To support the transpiration.
She likes to party. She likes to puff. She likes sitting in Shuniya. She likes to explore the mystical potential of being human and the worldly applications of Earth dwelling. She works with the earth to grow sustenance, to feed freedom seekers and the resistance to dominance and oppression.
She portrays filters about electricity, quantum physics, theosophy, the dream world, depth psychology, anthropology, mythology and other reified confinements. It’s an attempt to transmit what words often can’t. You have to have the experience for and with yourself, Self. Which self?
She’ll be sharing things like this mantra out of the drive to slice through the bullshit. Words aren’t sufficient alone. They like rhythm and cadence that with soothe built in. She’s putting puzzle pieces together any way it pleases her…because Hum So and it’s many variations are more fun than the ho hum grind and hustle of racing like rats.
She investigates the experiences of her life’s situation sideways and laughs at her fuck ups as much as possible. The ways of outlaws and jigsaws are put together and taken apart by all involved through the time.
This page is a vision materialized. Vision to put the pious aside and realize our divine rights.
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