Portrait of my favorite deity Lord Shani. An embodiment of Saturn, he is a canonically disabled god who walks with a limp. He is the lord of tragedy, patience, old age, and judgment throughout all of one's lives. He creates obstacles to temper the spirit and refine us into the purest oil. He teaches patience, humility, and perseverence. He encourages you to face your problems rather than ignore them, and he has been instrumental in my personal growth.
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I'm working on a full body portrait of him right now but wanted to share his face at the moment.
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You can read more about his description, my design choices, and my personal relationship with Lord Shani on my Patreon (Patreon.com/ChessAlbaneze).
This week for Publishers’ Binding Thursday I am sharing Indian Fairy Tales, selected and edited by New South Wales-born folklorist and writer Joseph Jacobs (1854-1916) with illustrations by English painter, illustrator, and printmaker John D. Batten (1860-1932). Jacobs is best known for popularizing well-known versions of classic children’s tales like “Jack and the Beanstalk” and “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.” Batten illustrated a series of books by Jacobs, all focusing on folk and fairy tales.
The binding features an illustration of who I think may be the Hindu goddess of snakes, Manasa, resting in a lotus flower on the 7-headed snake demigod Shesha printed in red on tan book cloth. According to good old Wikipedia, Manasa is often pictured under the hoods of 7 cobras, not necessarily the multi-headed Shesha. On the reverse is the god Ganesha also printed in red with a little mouse at his feet. I believe the cover illustration to have been done by Batten, as there is a B near the bottom left of the cover image and the image of Ganesha is featured on the Wikipedia page for Batten. Of course, please take this information with a grain of salt, as most of this was researched on Wikipedia and we all know things on the internet can be wrong.
This book is from our Historical Curriculum Collection, which features books for children. I’ve included illustrations and details from the book that I personally love, like the little historiated letter O with a mouse in it, the serpent in the shape of the letter N, the kitty cat, and of course, the old hag.
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The Universe was humming in a melody of pure Joy, taking its cue from the beautiful notes that sprung from the Lotus hands of Sarasvati, as She played Her Veena by gently strumming the strings. Happiness for the Universe was arriving soon, and even in the depth of His meditation, Shiva knew well who it was, and why said happiness was wafting like the fragrance of Sati through Amarnath.
A smile alighted Shiva's face as the mula roopa of His other half who was ever with Him arose from the light that had the source as Mena's womb. She shone like molten gold, Her skin having taken the form of Her Kaalika roopa. Her Lotus petal eyes shone in Love, Compassion and Gentleness, even though those same ones looked like fury for those who followed the path of Adharma. She was the Mother of the Universe, much like He Himself was the Father, as well as the Protectress, which is very visible in the thousands of arms containing different weapons.
He knew She was encapsulated in His aura, and He in Hers, both ever the same, two halves of One. He was called Ardhanaarishvara, for She was one half of Him; Shiva and Shivaani, both the very same.
He smiled in gentle affection at the prayers of the Devas to their Mother, and blessed Her, for He could feel Her heart yearning for them. With a smile of maternal affection and a blessing of all wishes coming true for the Devas, Shivaani vanished into the womb of Mena once more, the latter's labour kickstarting immediately.
Delight filled Shiva, as She was born in the tithi that would be famous for His aaradhya Sri Rama, Her skin as dark as Her elder brother's, Her beauty outshining all beauty in the Universe, Her love for Him singing through every inch of her tiny body. He smiled, gentle, yet wide, joyful yet mysterious, a sign of all that was to come at the birth of Shivaani as Haimavati, the daughter of Himavan.
"Uma," He whispered, Her name in His baritone reverberating across the Universe, the name one that made His heart soar as if He were not a God, a name which was Sati's, and one that will be Haimavati's in the future, a name so dear to Him, much like every single name of His beloved's.
With another smile, this time tender and deep, Shiva resorted back to His meditation, knowing that Her childhood will be one filled with not just one form of Parattva, but every single form, owing to the equal views of Her parents.
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Hey everyone! Sorry for the hiatus. It wasn’t because I was enjoying my vacation and neglecting my duties for the holidays. It’s because I was incredibly sick and social media was the furthest thing from my mind. With that in mind, let’s talk about the goddess Kali!
So, we recently talked about Durga, who was born out of the energy of eight male gods to be a warrior goddess. Well, Kali is one of the gods she then creates from herself. It could even be said that Kali is all of Durga’s bloodthirsty fierceness personified.
While I’m aware that in the internet age, Kali represents female empowerment, which is dope, I agree with Leona M. Anderson’s claim that this was not her original purpose and how she is traditionally seen, even though I love to examine how ideas evolve and are reinterpreted over time. Reading about Kali is so strange and fascinating in a way that feels like I’m in an English class again reading poetry. Every aspect of Kali has poetic purpose to it, from her long tongue to her dark skin to her nakedness and even her long hair and jewelry of death. All of it culminates together into one message that defines her existence: Kali is the mother of human life in the sense that she represents the inevitability of decay and death, that we are born in her innocence and break apart in the cremation fields she calls her home.
Her worshippers, fun fact, sacrifice animals to her because they believe that her female energy is responsibly for holding together our decaying universe and blood is necessary to revitalize her.
Her worshippers would probably also agree with the idea that Kali is complicated. While it is easy to say that she is always malevolent, that’s not necessarily true. There are poems that acknowledge that about her while also remembering why they love her and see her as mother. That’s why I have not even given super detailed explanations about everything in her description and motives because to do so would be to discount the complexity of this figure in totality. I would just encourage people to find some of the poetry and texts written about Kali and see the beautiful prose about what we might consider a terrifying monster of a woman.
As a small example of what I mean, consider how Savitri L. Bess writes about Kali. Specifically, she believes that the goddess Kali walks among us today in the form of a woman named Mata Amritanandamayi, also known as Amma or Ammachi. She is a Guru not known for killing people or dancing around naked and scary looking, but is a woman known throughout the world as one who encourages people of all faiths and classes to love one another with hugs and kisses. That woman is supposedly Kali, the supposedly bloodthirsty goddess of killing and death. Which blows my mind. I studied Amma in my Religions of Asia class and we never even mentioned Kali, and so to discover that in some extra reading and research that wasn’t even about Amma specifically was wild. Truly wild.
Anyway, I’ve rambled long enough in my first post back. I think that this topic is super interesting, but I’m happy to hear other takes and thoughts on Kali as well. For now, I wish everyone a happy holiday season and hope you stay safe.