Lunar Fog
Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2020 11:27 pm
A practice and discussion within a lodge working inspired me to think of the Moon and tantric worship; a theme that has been rising up occasionally in different areas of life and thus deserves to be discussed more about and given words to.
There are some aspects of tantric worship that has the danger to immerse the practitioner in to a fog where one might for example feel spiritually lost, distant from ones spiritual ideals and/or perhaps intoxicated by the worldly experiences to a point that the spiritual center is forgotten. It is as if such tantric worship* would be surrounded by the forms of the Moon. The forms might be so many that they appear as just infinitely small water drops forming a fog one can not see through or are unable to see to any specific point within a larger context of the spirit.
Drawing down the moon towards the ground, we might see the fog appearing for example when immersing in an intensive romantic relationships, earthly pleaures, or even worshipping with the help of an icon. I believe there are many points to this; but for starting the conversation we can point it might simply to mean that we have indeed been lost in to the circumference and unable to locate the core of ourself, i.e. we have work to do to find the corebeing of ourselves, purify our view of it again and find out how to keep the center always a center. But I’m interested of the middle ground points and possibilities that might lie in there and in this phenomena as a whole. For example, do you think it to be possible to hold on to the tantric idea of lifting these lower forms high – to turn the introxication and being lost, in to some sort of constructive wonder towards the Moon Goddess? There’s obviously the myths of maidens leading the aspirant to astray and to their death or ruin, connecting to this idea but I guess this narrative could also be changed by seeing this blood thirsty maiden as one form of the Moon Goddess and thus have again some specific point through which to gain ones sight back again. Then the death would be not ruinous but initiatory. If done right, this would be like succesfully finding the core center from the circumference, or a seam going between the center and the circumference – the Fog becoming the emptiness of all things, the frightening all encompassing Black otherness breahing from every droplet of the fog.
Now important question seems to be when coming back from the fog is whether such chasing of the magical forms of the Moon is actually running away from the duties the core center asks us to do? If not, then is the realization of the journey and returning from it brought to the actual daily life and the core of ones spiritul striving, or is it left to rot as mere powerful experience of the dynamism of going back and forth. And the most puzzling question for myself is: how to keep the center while truly immersing in to the wordly – that is enclosed within the realm of the mirages of the Moon – challenges; is the enchantment of the fog necessary part of truly being in touch with the worldly or does the fog appear only as a warning sign that something is off? These are questions having many facets, so we propably will not have simple answers, but I would be intriqued to see some discussion opening your perspectives to this.
* Meaning here the worship of the high in the low, acknowledging the micro- and macrocosmic correspondences and finding the perfect from the process of the imperfect transcending form through its form.
There are some aspects of tantric worship that has the danger to immerse the practitioner in to a fog where one might for example feel spiritually lost, distant from ones spiritual ideals and/or perhaps intoxicated by the worldly experiences to a point that the spiritual center is forgotten. It is as if such tantric worship* would be surrounded by the forms of the Moon. The forms might be so many that they appear as just infinitely small water drops forming a fog one can not see through or are unable to see to any specific point within a larger context of the spirit.
Drawing down the moon towards the ground, we might see the fog appearing for example when immersing in an intensive romantic relationships, earthly pleaures, or even worshipping with the help of an icon. I believe there are many points to this; but for starting the conversation we can point it might simply to mean that we have indeed been lost in to the circumference and unable to locate the core of ourself, i.e. we have work to do to find the corebeing of ourselves, purify our view of it again and find out how to keep the center always a center. But I’m interested of the middle ground points and possibilities that might lie in there and in this phenomena as a whole. For example, do you think it to be possible to hold on to the tantric idea of lifting these lower forms high – to turn the introxication and being lost, in to some sort of constructive wonder towards the Moon Goddess? There’s obviously the myths of maidens leading the aspirant to astray and to their death or ruin, connecting to this idea but I guess this narrative could also be changed by seeing this blood thirsty maiden as one form of the Moon Goddess and thus have again some specific point through which to gain ones sight back again. Then the death would be not ruinous but initiatory. If done right, this would be like succesfully finding the core center from the circumference, or a seam going between the center and the circumference – the Fog becoming the emptiness of all things, the frightening all encompassing Black otherness breahing from every droplet of the fog.
Now important question seems to be when coming back from the fog is whether such chasing of the magical forms of the Moon is actually running away from the duties the core center asks us to do? If not, then is the realization of the journey and returning from it brought to the actual daily life and the core of ones spiritul striving, or is it left to rot as mere powerful experience of the dynamism of going back and forth. And the most puzzling question for myself is: how to keep the center while truly immersing in to the wordly – that is enclosed within the realm of the mirages of the Moon – challenges; is the enchantment of the fog necessary part of truly being in touch with the worldly or does the fog appear only as a warning sign that something is off? These are questions having many facets, so we propably will not have simple answers, but I would be intriqued to see some discussion opening your perspectives to this.
* Meaning here the worship of the high in the low, acknowledging the micro- and macrocosmic correspondences and finding the perfect from the process of the imperfect transcending form through its form.