Who is Goddess Kali? The legend of the goddess Kali. Indian mythology

Cali

Cali(translated from Sanskrit - “black”) - dark and evil hypostasis, dark Shakti and destructive side. Indian goddess death, destruction, fear and horror, destroys ignorance, establishes world order, liberates and blesses those who seek to know God. Her name in the sacred is associated with the god of fire ().

The name Kali is first found in Ri-gveda. Also known as Kalikamata(“black earth mother”), Kalarati(“black night”), among the Tamils ​​- as Cottraway. Kalike, Kalika- a form of the name Kali.

Outwardly, the goddess Kali always looks very intimidating. Depicted as a thin, four-armed woman with blue skin and long tousled hair, which forms a mysterious curtain of death that envelops all life. Usually naked or dressed in panther skin. In her upper left hand she holds a bloody sword, destroying doubt and duality, in her lower left hand she holds a demon's head, symbolizing the cutting off of the ego. Upper right hand she makes a protective gesture that drives away fear, while with her lower right hand she blesses for the fulfillment of all desires. Four arms symbolize the 4 cardinal directions and 4 main chakras.

Creation, preservation and destruction are governed by the three eyes of the goddess. Kali corresponds to three times: past, present and future. Belt from human hands, which is draped over the goddess, means the powerful and inexorable action of karma.

Its dark blue color is the color of endless cosmic, eternal time, as well as death. This symbolism draws attention to the superiority of Kali over the mortal realm. Black color means only the pure, unclouded consciousness of a person.

The garland of skulls with which she is decorated signifies the succession of human incarnations and shows her ability to free the mind from identifying itself with the body. This garland symbolizes wisdom and strength. There are exactly 50 skulls - according to the number of letters of the Sanskrit alphabet. The goddess stands on a corpse, which only confirms the transitory nature of the physical body.

The blood red tongue symbolizes the rajas guna, kinetic energy universe, symbolized by the color red.

Kali is a many-faced Goddess who presides over life from the moment of conception to death. It symbolizes the cosmic power of eternal time.

At the cosmic level, Kali is associated with the elements of air or wind, vayu, prana. This force fills the universe as the energy of transformation. It acts quickly and leaves no traces behind, causing radical changes. Kali is the perception of the lightning of truth, negating all illusions. She embodies creation, preservation and destruction, and evokes both love and horror.

Kali (Sanskrit, "black") is the dark and furious avatar of Parvati, the dark Shakti and the destructive aspect of Shiva. Mother goddess, symbol of destruction. Kali destroys ignorance, maintains world order, blesses and liberates those who strive to know God. In the Vedas, her name is associated with Agni, the god of fire.

The Kalika Purana states: “Kali is the liberator who protects those who know her. She is the terrible Destroyer of Time, the dark Shakti of Shiva. She is ether, air, fire, water and earth. Through her all physical desires of Shiva are satisfied. She knows 64 arts, she gives joy to God the Creator. She is pure transcendental Shakti, complete darkness.”

Indian mythology describes a time when evil forces fought with good ones, and these battles took place quite actively, i.e. with thousands of victims, victims on both sides. Devi Mahatmya's book tells about this.

This treatise describes the Goddess (Devi). The Goddess in Hinduism is Shakti, the Power and Desire of God Almighty. It is She, according to Hinduism, who destroys all evil in the world. She is called differently, reflecting Her versatility - Mahamaya, Kali, Durga, Devi, Lolita... Even the name Allah is found.

She has many names, the treatise of 1000 names of Lolita Sri Shankaracharya is known, where he describes Her in a thousand names, the first of which is the Sacred Mother, who gives not only all the good that loving Mother gives to her child, but also the highest knowledge, knowledge of Divine vibrations to those who worship Her. Sri Nishchinta (Free from worry), Sri Nihsamshaya (Having no doubts), Sri Rakshakari (Savior), Sri Parameshwari (Principal Ruler), Sri Adi Shaktihi (Primal Power, Holy Spirit), Vishwa-Garbha (The entire universe is contained in Her) - such By names Shankaracharya characterizes the Power and Will of God Almighty.

About Kali in the scriptures

Shankaracharya and Devi Mahatmya describe Destructive power Goddesses. Every monotheistic religion says that God Almighty rules over both good and evil. Otherwise He would not be Almighty. So the Wrath of God Almighty is described everywhere, a wrath of terrifying power. You can recall the description of the Last Judgment in the Koran and the description of the Apocalypse in the Bible - they all talk about the terrible punishments that God brings down on those who followed the paths of evil. The treatise of Devi Mahatmya was no exception: Kali is one of the destructive aspects of the Goddess, described in the seventh chapter:

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2. Having received such an order (to destroy the Goddess), the Daityas (evil forces) led by Chanda and Munda, raising their weapons, set out as an army of four clans (troops).

3. And on the golden peak high mountain they saw Devi sitting on a lion with a slight smile.

4. And seeing Tu (Devi), some went to capture Her, while others approached Her, drawing their swords and drawing their bows.

5. Then a terrible anger at her enemies awoke in Ambika, and in rage Her face became pitch black.

6. And from Her high forehead with eyebrows frowning in anger suddenly came Kali - scary-faced, carrying a sword and lasso,

7. - Holding a wondrous staff crowned with a skull, adorned with a garland of skulls, dressed in the skin of a tiger, awe-inspiring with the sight of (Her) emaciated flesh,

8. With a wide open mouth, a terribly moving tongue, with deeply sunken scarlet eyes, resounding with a roar in the cardinal directions.

9. And rushing headlong against the great asuras, killing and devouring the armies of the enemies of the celestials,

10. She grabbed the elephants with one hand with their guards, drivers, warriors, bells, and threw them into Her mouth...

15. Some were killed by Her sword, others were struck by the blow of a staff crowned with a skull; other asuras met death, torn to pieces by Her sharp fangs.

16. In the blink of an eye, the entire army of asuras perished, and seeing this, Chanda (the demon) rushed to the incredibly terrible Kali.

17. With a terrible shower of arrows, that great asura, as well as Munda (the demon) - with a thousand thrown discs, covered (the goddess) with an awe-inspiring form.

18. But flying into Her mouth, those countless disks seemed like the disks of many suns, disappearing into the depths of the cloud.

19. And roaring terribly, Kali laughed menacingly in great rage - trembling fangs shone in Her terrible mouth.

20. Then the Goddess, seated on a great lion, rushed towards Chanda and, grabbing him by the hair, cut off his head with a sword.

21. And seeing the death of Chanda, Munda himself rushed (to the Goddess), but was thrown to the ground by the fierce blow of Her sword.

22. At the sight of the death of Chanda and the great in valor Munda, the remnants of the troops rushed in fear in all directions.

23. And catching the head of Chanda, as well as Munda, Kali approached Chandika and said, alternating words with frantic laughter:

24. I brought You Chanda and Munda, two great animals for the sacrifice-battle, and Shumbha and Nishumbha (the other 2 demons) You will kill Yourself!

Myths about Goddess Kali

The sacred waters of the Ganges flow smoothly across the serene sky and flow down to the ground to enable unfortunate sinners to wash their bodies and cleanse their souls. When the gods of gray-haired, mysterious India get bored with heavenly squabbles, they come down here to our earth, gathering in a green pearl meadow to reverently honor the Forefather of the earth, goddess Kali.

Today, at this hour and in this clearing, the gods are pacified and calm, although everyone knows how merciless, vengeful, and unbearable they can be. Fear and trembling, and the deepest respect, and simply love for the Mother deprive them all today bad habits- this constant struggle for power, for primacy, for possession. Who else, if not them, should know that black, as if made of ebony, Kali, if she gets angry, can spank her very painfully, or even tear her apart in a rage.

Among the mango trees, the gods gathered, among the blooming magnolias, on the green tender grass. Here, Maya, the goddess of illusion, silently stepped towards the water itself, in transparent flowing veils, and she is all trembling, and it is impossible to catch her face.

Brahma himself, the lord of existence, sits in a pose of rest, with all his four red faces facing the sky, and his eight arms are lowered along his body; He flew here from the greatest mountain Meru riding a swan to worship Kali.

And the dark-skinned strongman Krishna, the conqueror of evil demons, leaned against a tree, squinted tenderly at the sun, and a light breeze played with the curl of a happy calf on his mighty chest. The deadly, destructive Shiva is calm, even quiet today. Saraswati, the wife of Brahma, the goddess of speech, mistress of the sciences and arts, is clear and majestic. There are dozens of them here, hundreds of them here - the gods and goddesses of India. Some are white, like the breast of a swan, others are red, as if they plowed from dawn to dusk under the fierce summer sun, and others are completely black, like coal - and all of them keep the world and the fate of nations in harmony.

So Kali left her temple to worthily receive respectful admirations. She steps menacingly and heavily on the ground, so that the mountains shake slightly, but the grass is crushed, but does not die. The Mother does not enter the circle of the gods alone, she is accompanied by the beautiful, most tender Uma, and next to her charm the Mother’s ferocity seems even more unbearable. One is incomparably good, the other is just as terrible.

While the gods bowed respectfully to Kali and her companion, let us observe these two women, the heroines of the day.

“A young girl stood at a secluded reunion site, about to begin the pious ritual. She left her sari on the steps of the descent and stood completely naked, wearing only necklaces, earrings with dangling pendants and a white bandage on her high, voluminous hair. The beauty of her body was dazzling. It all seemed to consist of the seductions of Maya and was of a charming color, not too dark, but not too light in shade, rather reminiscent of gilded copper, marvelous, with the sweetly fragile shoulders of a child and delightfully convex hips, from which it seemed to expand in width a flat stomach, with girlish, full-budded breasts and a lush, convex butt that tapered upward and harmoniously turned into a delicate narrow back, slightly concave when she raised her vine-like hands and closed them on the back of her head so that the darkening hollows of her armpits became visible. Not only her body, but also her face between the swinging pendants was charming. Nose, lips, eyebrows and eyes elongated, like a lotus petal...” Uma is good, good; when she inhabits the body of a mortal, she becomes just that.

But Kali herself, the Divine, is also a woman. But let's go into her temple, take a frightened look at her image.

“The statue of Kali inspired horror. From under the stone arch of the arch, entwined with garlands of skulls and severed hands, protruded an image, painted with colors, girded and crowned with the bones and members of living beings, in the frantic rotation of its eighteen arms. The Mother waved swords and torches, blood smoked in the skull, which one of her hands raised to her lips like a cup, blood flowed like a river at her feet. Kali, terrifying, stood in a boat sailing on the sea of ​​life, on the bloody sea. Animal heads with open glassy eyes, about five or six heads of buffalo, pigs and goats were stacked in a pyramid on the altar, and her sword, which had cut them off, sharp, shiny, although stained with dried blood, lay a little further away, on the stone slabs. The ferocious, goggle-eyed face of the Bringer of Death and the Giver of Life, the frantic, whirlwind movement of her hands..."

It seems they met in this clearing by chance, which is completely different peoples they patronize, they are so dissimilar, so opposite, so incompatible in one consciousness.

But what is it? The gods lay down gifts to the mighty, thick, dusty and tippy feet of Kali, but they do not forget the gentle Uma, as if she is also having a holiday. And Kali, proud and terrible, does not bring her thick, gloomy eyebrows together in anger and jealousy... On the contrary! Her long tongue curls up and her lips stretch into something resembling a smile. And now, it seems, Maya’s next seductions begin: as if the waters of the Ganges begin to evaporate, and in the humid heat, in the flowing haze, something unimaginable and incongruous is seen: gentle Uma and fierce Kali come closer, as if penetrating each other, and now Uma is no longer there, and there is only one Kali; and now Kali is no longer there, and only the most tender Uma shines in the world...

What's wrong with our eyes?! Hasn’t Kali sent a spell on us to confuse, confuse, spin, swirl, and the mad wheel of the Fierce One’s hands turns into the swan rhythms of Uma’s dance...

And in order to understand all these incomprehensibility, you need to know why the gods honor the dark Mother Kali.

The fact is that the Mother of all worlds and creatures has already saved peace and order twice. In hoary times, the asuras, evil demons, enemies of people and gods, found themselves a merciless leader Mahisha with the head of a buffalo and in a fierce battle that lasted a hundred years without a break, they defeated the gods. And even though the greatest Indra himself stood at the head of the gods, they were still completely defeated and thrown out of heaven. Then, by the way, the gods learned what it was like to live for people, for they wandered the earth like mere mortals, and it was just as difficult to earn their daily bread. The thunderous villain Mahisha cackled over them, reigning in the sky.

The gods set out in impotent anger, their lips spewed tongues of flame, individual flashes united into a huge fiery cloud - it was a cloud of anger and thirst for vengeance hanging over the Universe. It became more and more dense, it became heavier, it took on shapes, and suddenly it disappeared, and out of it appeared she, Kali, the woman of vengeance. The flame of Shiva became her face. The god of death Yama turned into her hair. The Lord of the Sun created her hands. The moon god is her breast. The power of the Thunderer strengthened her lower back. The terrible judge strengthened her legs with his flame. The earth goddess inhabited her thighs. The sun god lived at her heels. In the teeth - supreme god Brahma. In the eyes - the god of fire, In the eyebrows - twin brothers, lords of morning and evening twilight. In the nose is the lord of wealth and the lord of mountain spirits. In the ears is the fleet-footed god of the wind.

The defeated gods gave Kali all their magical weapons, and now in her hands there was a trident, a battle disk, a spear, a rod, rays, and an ax, and the gods thought that she did not have enough hands. to take all the weapons, but the hands of the Eternal Mother were enough for everything! She sat tightly on the ferocious mountain lion, reined him in, and finally grabbed another cup of wine - and went to fight.

Kali let out a roar, not a roar, a cry, not a cry, a cry, not a cry, but only the mountains shook and the earth shook, and the lion carried her into battle.

But Mahisha was also strong, and his army was countless, thousands of thousands, and all at once, en masse, attacked Kali, Kaliyuga, as she now called herself. Horses and riders, chariots and archers, elephants and battering rams - everything fell on her, and on each of her hands came either a sword, an ax, a club, or an arrow. Mother took the first blow and spurred the lion. He himself was a clot of flame, he bit and burned, trampled and tore, swept away with his mane and knocked down with his paw. And the hostess, calmly sitting on him, exhaled as if extinguishing the flame of a candle, and from her breath thousands of warriors, her assistants, arose.

And then it began! The wheel of her hands rotated at such a furious speed that the demons could not even figure out which hand pierced whom with a spear, who was strangled with a noose, and who was thrown into the lion’s mouth, onto its smoking steep fangs. And everywhere where the Mother rushed, streams of enemy, demonic blood flowed.

Mahisha, however, had not yet entered into battle; I kept thinking that his squad could cope without him. But then he realized that things were bad, and he roared, and kicked his hooves, and twirled his tail, and rushed across the field, burning everything in his path. Look at the power he had: he hits the ocean with his tail, and it splashes onto the shore in fear; the buffalo's muzzle will be thrown up - and the horns will tear the clouds apart; roars - and the inaccessible mountains turn into sand.

And the goddess spat on her palms and threw a magic noose over Mahisha, and then the leapfrog began. Still, Mahisha was not only terrible, but also skillful: he turned into a lion and slipped out of the noose. But the Mother was not only terrible in military matters, but also patient: she waved the sword of time and cut off the animal’s head. But for a fraction of a second before complete death, Mahisha managed to turn into a man - and Kali defeated him, and the man became an elephant, and the elephant a buffalo. The mother was persistent - she chopped trunks, pulled out horns, and when she was sick of Mahisha’s endless transformations, she took a sip from a goblet of wine and laughed madly. her eyes flared up with a mischievous sparkle; Between peals of thunderous laughter, she also shouted to Mahisha: “Roar, you madman, while I drink wine!” - and jumped up like a witch, and fell on top of the demon, and crushed him, continuing to laugh, so that he, crushed, did not manage to turn into anything else. Kali used her spear, waiting for the demon's last trick. He wanted to jump out of his own vile mouth, but the Mother of the World was ready and quickly cut off his head.

What happened here! And songs, and dances, and tears of joy. The gods bowed before the Eternal Mother, and she, tired, bloodied and good-natured now, after such a difficult victory, said to the gods:

Whenever you are in danger and great trouble, O celestial beings, call upon me and I will come to your aid.

And having said this, she hid in her inaccessible temples in order to lick her wounds and so as not to become mushy in the hangover of victory and to be in constant combat readiness.

So how can she not be formidable and terrible, this Holy Mother, if evil demons, taking advantage of the carelessness of the gods, continually threaten to destroy the world order? How can she not be bared with a long red tongue, if sometimes there is not even a second to think and she must enter into battle, as they say, on the fly... The Mother of all that exists, she is responsible for everything, and it is better for her to know in what guise meet the enemy. Note, by the way: in her terrible guise she appeared only on the battlefield, and after the fight she disappeared, and how she peacetime looks - no one even thought about it. And, to be honest, we forgot about her. No longer needed.

Only sun-scorched peasant women south india and they remembered her, made their way through impassable thickets, came to the inaccessible temples of the Mother and brought her sacrifices: a kid, various fruits, a little wine. They, these peasant women, knew who saved them, who would always save them, who would not let them die in a terrible hour. New gods were born, their glory was sung, and the Great Mother began to be forgotten. Peace on earth. Flowers, birds. Kama, the god of love, frolics, shooting from a magic bow in all directions, and his victims are happy. Carelessness from edge to edge.

But do demons sleep? The brothers Shumbha and Nishumbha were filled with new and irresistible strength, such strength that Mahisha would have been jealous.

And it began new war gods and demons. The broken gods took refuge in the mountains, where it falls from the sky sacred Ganges and begins his earthly life. There is nowhere else to hide. End. It was then that they remembered the Mother of Existence.

Protect the Universe, O Great Goddess! Protect, O Kali, incomprehensible even to the gods!

The gods waited, waited, couldn’t wait - and were taken aback. From the dense forests, from the deep caves, the fierce Mother was supposed to appear, and near the waters of the Ganges, the gentle Uma appeared, as beautiful as she was defenseless. The gods were saddened: they needed the wrong woman now.

And that’s when the miracle of miracles happened. The body of the beautiful Uma seemed to split into two, stratified: she, tender and beautiful, remained right there, but next to her, from her arose the Inevitable Mother, our friend Kali. She appeared and said:

It is the gods who are again being pressed by the demons who are praising and calling upon me. They call upon me, the great Kali. Me, an angry and merciless warrior. But know that my spirit is enclosed, like a second self, in the body of gentle Uma. Severe Kali and lovely Uma, we are two principles of one, two faces of the Great Goddess...

Whoever speaks carelessly about me, fierce Kali, Uma will turn away from him; whoever insults Uma will have to deal with me, the Fierce...

Well, it turns out, what a thing, what a miracle! While one face of the Great Mother lived in inaccessible temples, training her spirit for a merciless fight against evil, her other face lived in clarity and bliss, in beauty and softness, in affection and charm. Oh, Uma, Uma, did you know what you were hiding in yourself, what you were hiding?

Kali is so black - like anger, like rage, like the sun-baked face of an old peasant woman, and you are so white, so tender. Kali is dressed in a panther skin and has a necklace of skulls around her neck, and you... most tender, you walk in snow-white saris and sandals made of flower pollen, silver bells sound on your feet, and your voice makes the lilies in the ponds straighten - what do you have in common? You are life, she is death. You are joy, she is horror. They also gossip that at the end of the ages, Kali will envelop the world in darkness and destroy it. And you, Uma, you are all for life, for love.

And Kali defeated again and saved the world from destruction. No tricks of Shumbha helped, and yet he begged Kali to become his wife.

Well, after the battle - well, back into the dark forests. Again, one of her faces frightens the fans who came with sacrifices, but her other face basks in love.

When she is Uma, she also has her own weaknesses.

She is gentle and caring, no doubt about it, but she doesn’t really like to do housework. Not that she’s a slob, but she doesn’t care about everyday life. Of course, he will do everything, but without love. Well, it's none of her business. And again the gods forget about her until the next great grief.

But every groom and every bride remembers her every hour, even without knowing it. The groom receives the bride from the hands of his parents and says:

I accepted it! It’s me, it’s you, I’m the sky, you’re the earth, I’m the harmony of the song, you’re its word, together we’ll walk the same road.

Nothing seems unusual, but if you know that these words were not invented by young people themselves, and not even by old people, but that Kali put them together, then you feel differently about her. She is Fierce, and suddenly this happens? Is that really all there is to it?! Bringer of Death, she turns out to be in charge of all the pranks of the god of love Kama, and without her knowledge, not a single arrow will hit the target. That's how ferocious...

She is the focus of all the love spilled in the world. She is carnal love, rough, like a fight between village brawlers, and she is also endless Motherly love, she is compassion and hope, that’s why they come to her as an intercessor Mother, slightly shuddering from all these skulls and bones - but what to do? - it was not we or even the gods who invented this world, and you must not only be born in it, but also survive and live, and for this you need to defend yourself and protect everything you love, and the Dark Mother loves all living things and cannot stand any demonic bastard.

The power of all male gods comes from her, from the Mother of the world. Let Shiva have as many admirers as he likes, but without Kali, Shiva will not have the strength to even move. If Kali had closed her eyes for one moment, the Earth would have collapsed. What about the Earth! - the whole cosmos, with all the gods and devils. Here, turn around and live, without closing your eyelids for a moment!

She gets tired, of course, but maternal care is stronger than fatigue, and thanks to this the world lives and will live.

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First of all, I want to warn you that I share the feelings of people who lost their loved ones both in the distant 40s and during the recent numerous terrorist attacks in Volgograd. For me, the memory of the dead and the cult of Kali are two mutually exclusive concepts. I hope this article can explain my position in detail.

Distinctive features of Kali Ma and the Motherland.

Only in delirium can one imagine that the memory of those killed in the battles of Stalingrad can be immortalized in a statue dedicated to a bloodthirsty ghoul. And the call to death looks completely different from the propaganda poster “Kali Ma is calling!”

The bloodthirsty goddess Kali Ma has a number of distinctive features. The previous article examined 10 features that were “blurred” across three statues in Tbilisi. In Volgograd, one of the tallest statues in the world is installed under the name “Motherland”, which also has a number of features that make it possible to definitely identify Kali Ma in it. Some signs are not as obvious as in the case of the three statues in Tbilisi, but one should not forget about the peculiar “logic” of the initiates - for them a half-hint, half-sign is enough. Perhaps I also missed some points, since I did not have a chance to personally visit Volgograd and all the material in the article is based on information from open sources.

1) Name. R alone Ma the one who stands on Mother evom TO Urgan. In the Slavic "Vedic pantheon" TO Ali Ma corresponds Poppy Osh or Ma-R A.
The play of consonants is obvious M-K-R.

2) Sword. Kali Ma holds a huge sword tightly in her hand

3) Shiva. Just as in Tbilisi, Kali Ma is captured moving towards a warrior, dismembered and already half-grown into the ground. According to tradition, Kali Ma must stand on the chest of the defeated half-dead and half-dead Shiva (Shiva in the form of a corpse).

The connection between the monument to the warrior and Shiva is mentioned, in particular, here: “Soviet warrior-hero - Shiva. Machine gun - small arms, bow. Grenade - mace.” It is worth noting that Durga is another name of Kali Ma.

4) Battle. There is indeed a battle all around her. One of the bloodiest and most brutal in history. And now it is imprinted in the memorial culture and in the cemetery located right behind Kali Ma in Volgograd. Almost everywhere Kali Ma is placed either directly on the bones or another connection with mass casualties can be traced. One of the graves (Marshal Soviet Union) is located right at the foot of Kali Ma. She loves this kind of thing...
Such “monuments” on Mamayev Kurgan have a clear and unambiguous effect on the subconscious.

5) Breasts. For a monument dedicated to the memory of the dead and having a mention of the mother in its name, such artistic attention to the image of the breast seems completely strange

6) Language. Often Kali Ma is depicted not with her tongue hanging out, but with her mouth open. Indeed, the Volgograd Kali Ma has an ugly mouth. There is a historical “anecdote” intended to somehow explain such an “artistic decision”.

One of the two architects, Vuchetich told Andrei Sakharov: “My bosses ask me why her mouth is open, because it’s ugly. I answer: And she screams - for the Motherland... your mother!

7) Torch. Kali Ma has many hands. Usually 4, but sometimes 6 and 8. Each time the question of how to depict additional hands is solved in an original way. If in Tbilisi three pairs of hands were “distributed” among three statues in the position up, to the sides and down, then in Volgograd they decided to go the same way in which the tongue was depicted in Tbilisi. Let me remind you that the “mother’s tongue” is depicted as a separate monument, oriented strictly to the north. In the case of the Volgograd Kali Ma, due east there is a separate pavilion in which "no man's hand" holds a torch. Through the hole in the roof you can see whose extra hand with the torch it is. This is such a multi-armed “mother”.

Sacrifices to Kali Ma

The complex on Mamayev Kurgan still requires bloody sacrifices. Kali is a formidable and bloodthirsty goddess who demands fresh blood from her followers. Unfortunately, as Pelevin artistically portrayed it, Kali Ma is still being sacrificed to this day. Of course, few people know or even think about this, but I undertake to establish some connection.

Before showing the relationship between the “terrorist attacks”, I want to make an assumption. For some reason, the objects of the blood cult and the places of sacrifice are connected along geolines (meridians, parallels), and the coordinates are very accurately verified. Perhaps the strength of the “effect” obtained during the sacrifice depends on geographical accuracy.
In other cases, the reference is not to geolines, but to artificial lines created by very tall objects, such as television and radio towers, huge monuments, statues, and spiers.

As an elective, I advise you to quickly flip through the book “Systems of cosmic communication and suppression of consciousness on new principles.” Don’t be alarmed technical details, look through pictures of architecture. There is especially detail about Astana - the city was built almost from scratch, and the system in the planning is especially visible:
http://pravdu.ru/arhiv/SISTEMY_KOSMIChESKOI_SVYaZII_PODAVLENIE_SOZNANIYa.pdf

So, let's look at 4 terrorist attacks

Author va123ma in the commentary to the article they describe the geographical relationship of the bus bombing in Volgograd on October 21, clearly characterizing the “terrorist attack” as a sacrifice. The geographic accuracy in this case is not very high - perhaps something went wrong? In addition, I did not see a direct connection to Kali Ma in this attack, unlike the other three cases.

On the 65th anniversary of the start of World War II, one of the most brutal terrorist attacks was carried out, in which children were killed and suffered primarily in Beslan.

School number 1 in Beslan is located with very great accuracy on the same meridian as Kali Ma ("Motherland"). The error is only a few tens of meters (!), although the distance Volgograd - Beslan is about 600 kilometers. Don't be lazy, check it out for yourself:

48°44"32.42"N 44°32"13.63"E- "Motherland"
43°11"6.11"N 44°32"8.51"E- School N1 in Beslan

Monstrous accuracy of coincidence in the longitude coordinate (meridian 44°32")! Children died in Beslan... And I am sure that there is a connection, because the thread winds further...

With the same sophisticated accuracy at the same longitude "Night Wolves" in August 2013, day after day on the anniversary terrible bombing Stalingrad, they erect a replica monument to children dancing around a crocodile. When children dance around a ferocious man-eating predator, disaster awaits!

So, compare the coordinates - this time the replica monument was placed very precisely on the Kali Ma meridian - School number 1. Note - the children are charred, blackened. This is such an idea of ​​the spulpator, such a “memory” of the children who died in Beslan!

48°42"57"N 44°32"00"E- coordinates of the monument - replicas at the "Mill", still the same meridian 44°32"

The second monument, already with snow-white grown-up children, as if by a thread, leads us to the next “terrorist attack,” since the second “crocodile” was placed right at the entrance to the station, where the explosion occurred.

The second crocodile, having feasted on children in Beslan, leads us to the station.
The two explosions that occurred in Volgograd were located with great precision on the lines formed by high-rise buildings and the gigantic Kali Ma monument. Probably to enhance the effect. This is what it looks like:

Both lines begin on the giant Kali Ma
48°44"32.42"N 44°32"13.63"E

The first line passes through the station square, where the explosion occurred, and ends at another strange but very high (22 meters high) monument to the Chekist soldiers
48°42"5.74"N 44°30"21.00"E

By "coincidence" the monument to the security officer is located at the intersection of the street KALI Nina.
In the hands of the security officer warrior is a sword (referring to Kali Ma), which is a kind of antenna. IN nightmare I can imagine such a security officer warrior, armed with a sword for the second time world war. Or is he the “Motherland Father”?

An explosion in a trolley bus lies on the Kali Ma - TV tower line. The photo in the lower right corner is a visual illusion, since the 192-meter-high TV tower is more than twice as tall as the statue and is the highest point in Volgograd.

coordinates of the explosion in the trolleybus
48°44"9.94"N 44°29"52.90"E
TV tower coordinates (next to Kali Ma and cemetery)
48°44"29.16"N 44°31"50.36"E

In general, television and radio towers are almost universally built next to or right on cemeteries, or they were stormed and blood was shed:
Moscow (that’s the name - Ostankino, on the remains, the cemetery right under the tower)
Volgograd (memorial cemetery behind "Motherland")
Kyiv (Babi Yar)
Tbilisi (Mtatsminda Pantheon)
Vilnius (people died during the assault)
...
TV towers deserve a separate article. Now I’ll just mention that one of the two authors of the project for the Kali Ma monument - Nikitin - became the chief designer of the Ostankino TV tower, and before that he designed the main building of Moscow State University. A deeply dedicated person.

I don’t know exactly how the mechanism of sacrifice works, why and who needs it. But the fact that today the cult of Kali Ma influences our lives is undeniable.

"Kali is the liberator who protects those who know her. She is the terrible Destroyer of time, the dark Shakti of Shiva. She is ether, air, fire, water and earth. Through her all the physical desires of Shiva are satisfied. She knows 64 arts, she gives joy to God “To the Creator. She is pure transcendental Shakti, complete darkness.”

Western mystical and satanic cults mistakenly perceive and describe Kali as a goddess equivalent to the Egyptian deity Set, a cruel bloodsucker and murderer who eats the flesh of her victims. This interpretation is fundamentally incorrect, for the essence of Kali is goodness, and not cruelty or violence.

She is depicted as a thin, four-armed, long-haired woman with blue skin. Usually naked or dressed in panther skin. In her upper left hand she holds a bloody sword, destroying doubt and duality, in her lower left hand she holds a demon's head, symbolizing the cutting off of the ego. With her upper right hand she makes a protective gesture that drives away fear, while with her lower right hand she blesses for the fulfillment of all desires. Four arms symbolize the 4 cardinal directions and 4 main chakras.
The three eyes of the goddess control three forces: creation, preservation and destruction. It also corresponds to the three times: past, present and future, and are symbols of the Sun, Moon and lightning. She wears a belt made of human hands, which symbolize the inexorable action of karma.

Its dark blue color is the color of endless cosmic, eternal time, as well as death. This symbolism draws attention to the superiority of Kali over the mortal realm. The Mahanirvana Tantra says: “The color black contains white, yellow and all other colors. In the same way, Kali contains within herself all other beings.” The color black symbolizes the unclouded state of pure consciousness.
The garland of skulls with which it is decorated means a series of human incarnations. There are exactly 50 skulls - according to the number of letters of the Sanskrit alphabet. The head that Kali carries represents the ego, the idea 'I am the body', which she destroys. The skulls also show her ability to free the mind from identifying itself with the body. This garland symbolizes wisdom and strength. The tousled hair of the goddess Kali (elokeshi) forms a mysterious curtain of death that envelops all life. The corpse on which she stands indicates the transitory and inferior nature of the physical body.
The blood red tongue symbolizes the guna rajas, the kinetic energy of the universe, symbolized by the color red.
Kali resides in anahata. It interacts with the physical heart; in this form it is called Rakti-Kali (red Kali), the pulsation of the heart. But beauty is not only charm, it is also horror and even death. Kali - unattainable beauty, unrewarded love. Beauty is incomprehensible because it has no form.

Kali symbolizes eternal life. Eternal life has a price. Only that which is immortal can be infinite, since nothing can change its nature. The mortal and transitional process will end sooner or later. To benefit from the eternity that is Kali, we must sacrifice our mortal nature. Therefore, Kali appears frightening and destructive to the ordinary eye.
Kali is a many-faced Goddess who presides over life from the moment of conception to death. It symbolizes the Cosmic power of eternal time.
At the cosmic level, Kali is associated with the elements of air or wind, vayu, prana. This force fills the universe as the energy of transformation. It acts quickly and leaves no traces behind, causing radical changes. Kali is the perception of the lightning of truth, negating all illusions. She embodies creation, preservation and destruction, and evokes both love and horror.

Goddess Kali can say about herself; “For men I am a goddess, but for women I am a god”
Goddess Kali, by her nature, can allow a worthy person to have eternal life, and also grant him death without special suffering and torment for him, at his own request in the form of a letter or through verbal prayer.