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Episode 1500 of the 'Cult of Psyche' podcast explores the Hindu tantric goddess Ma Matangi, also known as 'The Green Mother of All', through poetic descriptions and storytelling. The episode delves into the significance of Ma Matangi, her association with nature, and her role in transforming and healing.
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The episode begins with a poetic description of Ma Matangi, referencing her association with spilled honey, fallen rice, and monsoons ▶ 0:57. The host, Psyche, continues to describe the goddess, mentioning her emerald skin, forest coal eyes, and rubies dripping from her hair ▶ 1:08. The conversation touches on the goddess's role in healing and transformation, as well as her connection to the natural world ▶ 1:21. At ▶ 2:20, the host describes Ma Matangi's throne on a corpse garden bed, surrounded by red silks and old moss blood. The episode also explores the goddess's association with the sword, the sculpt of catching star fallen dust, and the drum ▶ 2:30. The host invokes the goddess, asking to be filled with her power and to have their story shake the soft words of their unwashed palm ▶ 1:49.
The episode appears to explore the theme of transformation and healing, as embodied by Ma Matangi. The host's poetic descriptions and storytelling suggest a deep connection between the goddess and the natural world, and the need to tap into this power to transform and heal. The episode also touches on the idea of dissolving boundaries and blurring lines between opposites, as seen in the host's description of the reflection showing beggar and seraphim drinking the same rain [3:58].
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>> She unfurled from spilled honey and fallen rice, a monsoon born where the gods feast when they arrive. >> >> Emerald dusk of skin, forest coal in her eyes, don't you see it, rubies dripping from her hair like rice?
They named her Ushas, THE HALF-HEALING GRACE KUNDALINI BAREFOOT on the threshold OF PLACE WHERE JASMINE BORDERS walk into wilderness and purity unlearns its own loneliness, not in the lotus white halls where mantras are writ. Seek her where people would drink from the UNCLEANED OH, MY TONGUE BE THE WORDS THAT FLOW,
LET MY TONGUE BE THE POWER YOU said of flow through tamarind and wind and monsoon dark speech. Let my silence be the grabber of words. Let my story shake these soft WORDS OF MY UNWASHED PALM, TURNING UNDER GARLANDS OF THUNDER AND SONG, GODDESS OF MUSHED THOUGHTS AND MARROW DEEP HEART. FERMENT my fragments until they are hard.
>> >> She keeps her throne on a corpse garden bed. Red silks like spilled indoor wear. Old moss blood. >> >> One hand a sword that cuts the word from the hush. The other a sculpt of CATCHING STAR FALLEN DUST. Saraswati sits on swan feathers, skulls, but my
tongue scores symphonies in charcoal and gold in the throat of the drum, in the spiral cracked note, in the lullaby sung by the outcast gods. Today bring her the bitten fruit, the rice touched by grief. She tastes the salt of our living and calls it OH MY TONGUE, LET ME KNOW MY STUFF FEELS SCARY. LET MY
RIBS BE THE winner your monsoon's scary. Each string of river that forgot how to be tamed, each lightning >> bolt spelling your name. TAKE THESE >> EIGHT STAINED GLASS SEAS AS FINISHED SONGS. BREW THEM in skull cup dust until they belong. BLACK >> >> DEITY OF THE BIRD OF THE WILD, THE WRONG. MAKE UP MY VOICE a thing rooted and strong. >>
>> Your young tree is drawn in pollen and ash. Geometry humming where civility cracks. Each syllable you give is a wet green stone skipped across the lake of the socially known. Rippling name, rippling name, rippling stream until the reflection shows beggar and seraphim drinking the same rain. You dissolve the wall between saint and common gutter, a festival in blood.
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>> OH MOTHER, KEEPER OF THE UNKEPT FLAME, you anoint the nameless with name. >> >> TAKE THIS LIFE HALF DISSOLVED and sweet. Play it like marigold. Let your forest feed from corpse to canopy, from curse to hymn. Turn all I wasted TO VITRIOL SPIN. GODDESS of the green blade in the war of
dark leaves, let my speech be a jungle that outgrows greed. >> >> Mukhishtam angini vaktri From the true petal bloom, the tree. From the leftover night,
>> pour dawn into me. >>
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