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Secular or Eclectic Yoga / Hindu : Advaita / Non-Dualist Contemporary	About Ivan M. Granger Timeline (1969 - )
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Original Language English	Medusa
Commentary by Ivan M. Granger Themes   Death   Freedom   Night   Pain and Wounding   Snake	Medusa says — I was wisdom once, black as night. Now they call me:      monster,      gorgon,      hideous-faced. So I hide behind this hissing curtain of hair. Lost little ones, breathe easy; you are free to not see. But what is a lonely old lady to do? I still wait for some daughter,      some son, so wounded by the world, to seize these snakes and part my locks wide. I still wait for some bold, tired      wild child of mine, determined to die seeing what's reflected in my unblinking eye.   2002
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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

I read a lot of Greek mythology in my childhood. I loved the fantastical adventures, the heroes, the monsters, the convoluted relationships of the gods. I was fascinated that so many common words and phrases have their origins in the names and stories of Greek myths. And I also had the vague, semi-formed idea that there was something deeper being said in these myth stories.

I discovered something a few years back that struck me: Medusa, the quintessential monster of Greek mythology, was originally a much loved Goddess. Her name comes from the Greek word "metis" (similar to the Sanskrit "medha") meaning "wisdom." Her worship is thought to have originated in Northern Africa and been imported into early Greek culture. She was black-skinned, wore wild, matted hair (with, of course, snakes), stood naked, wide-eyed, and embodied the mystery of woman, the wisdom of the night, the truths too profound or terrible to face in the daylight.

Medusa is, in effect, a Mediterranean version of the Hindu Goddess Kali.

Medusa was eventually subsumed into the safer, patriarchal worship of Athena, who carries Medusa's head upon her shield.

This discovery inspired me to look at the figure of Medusa more deeply, more reverently. What is the wisdom that terrifies? Why the snakes? Why the petrifying open-eyed stare? And how does such a bringer of terrible wisdom feel about being rejected by her children?



So I hide
Behind this hissing curtain
Of hair.

The snakes about Medusa's head are the awakened Kundalini energy, having risen from the base of the spine to the skull. The Kundalini Shakti is the Goddess energy. Medusa is the Kundalini. She is the Snake Mother.

Yet, She has formed of this living energy a curtain, a veil that hides Her from a world not ready to bear witness to Her. This curtain is Maya, the veil of illusion that creates an artificial sense of separation between the world and the Divine.

And the curtain does indeed hiss. When you are quiet and your thoughts settle, you begin to hear a soft sound seeming to issue from the base of your skull. Initially, it sounds like a creaking or crackling noise, a white noise, a sort of a hissing. The deeper you go into silence, the more the sound resolves itself. Eventually, you recognize it permeating your whole body and all things.

You must pass through this hissing curtain in order to meet the deep truth waiting for you on the other side.


I still wait
For some bold, tired
     Wild child of mine,
Determined to die
Seeing what's reflected
In my unblinking eye.


Medusa's eye does not blink. This is partly what is so terrifying about her gaze. She stares boldly out and sees Reality as it is. She sees it plainly, fearlessly, and without interruption. There is no pause for interpretation or "filtering." Medusa's truth is raw. She is the Divine Mother who sees all of Her Creation in every living instant.

Looking in Medusa's eye, what is it that you see reflected? Yourself, of course. And this truly is shattering, for you see the truth of yourself. You see the falseness, the unreality of your little self, your social self, your ego self. That little self is a phantom, a mental creation only.

Medusa, in her shattering wisdom, does not protect you from this realization. Her love for you will not allow you to struggle on with such a false notion holding you back from your true nature.

Seeing this truth, you die. The little self dies.

But, in dying to the little self, your true nature suddenly shines forth. The real Self, which is one with the Divine, emerges. Every aspect of yourself that felt broken and you labored so long to heal, is suddenly made whole; in fact, you realize nothing was ever broken. That sense of incompleteness was the result of denying the vastness you truly are while clinging to the illusion of the little self.

This is Medusa's gift to Her children. This is Her terrible wisdom. It is the truth that blesses you through death, and then gives you greater life than you had previously imagined possible.

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