I felt called to write about the Dakinis lately. These are subjective writings.
Treat this as an offering of a stream to engage with through written word.
I have provided these writings as a doorway into Dakini life.
There are many kind of Dakinis but this is the flow that decided to come to me for my writing so it is what I will share with you. These are subjective fictional works.
Created with the hope to engage the mind with a current it may desire to learn more about.
May this be light,
May this provide insight,
May this writing serve the Dakini
Within you.
Long ago,
In times before the modern human consciousness,
Can come to terms with,
Was a time where lived a group of women.
These women lived in places
They would not be disturbed,
Places filled with luxury,
Places filled with all the comfort
They could ever need.
Places filled with the ability to create
The environment they pleased,
Whether that was comfort and beauty,
Or ritualistic hardship.
The nagas themselves provided
For these women.
The nagas revered these women.
They were much like them you see,
These human women,
They chose liberation
And knowledge,
And the wealth of truth.
Therein, they were no longer
Under domestication.
These women played with
Domestication,
When they desired so.
It usually resulted in disaster
For those who tried to
Consume them through domestication.
Normally, these women
Enjoyed sexual interaction
With nagas, for they understood
What these women were.
The nagas allowed them to play
The sacred roles:
The roles of motherhood,
Of wife,
Of power,
Of artist,
Of all they were,
Without desiring to consume them.
Not all nagas were like this;
Nagas like human men:
Some are great,
Some are not.
But these nagas held what mortal men
Rarely did:
The knowledge and ability
To see a woman of the temple
For what she was.
She was neither Goddess,
Nor whore,
Nor priestess,
Nor worshipper,
Nor mortal,
Nor immortal,
Nor mad,
Nor sane,
Nor rational,
Nor irrational,
Nor sura,
Nor asura,
Nor apsara;
She was the amalgamation
Of the sacred opposites
Until the opposites no longer existed
Within her,
But she played with the opposites,
Within her fleshy form.
Mortal man lusted after these women,
Even the greatest sages felt a stir,
But the great sages knew this stir
To be something beyond simple lust,
The sages revered the beauty of these women.
A single sight of any of these women,
And the great sage would find his heart
In reverence to the God/Goddess within,
Thanking the Parabrahma for this sacred sight,
Divinity in the flesh.
The mortal man and other beings
That had not gone past the level of integrating
Their lust,
Saw these women as beings to conquer,
Power to exploit under their will.
They thought of how powerful
Their children would be.
They thought of how to use her power
To back his motives, goals,
That she could be the endless fuel,
The endless source embodied
Brought to form
Just for him
To use
And consume
Until there was nothing left
But a reflection of his usage
That fuelled all his workings
And desires.
Like an infinite battery,
Bound to him.
Mortal man went great lengths
To find the temples of these women,
Temples where they lived in bliss,
Guarded by the great nagas.
“One sight just one look
And you will be blessed forever,”
Became a rumour.
Knowledge beyond capacity,
“We must find their sacred writings,
We can torture the secrets out of them,
Just one, let us find just one
And we will learn to rule
In the name of the Goddess,”
The “Goddess” they wished truly
To simply use and exploit.
“Let us domesticate them,
Their power and beauty must be conquered,”
Said others.
And one’s that seemed kind,
Behind it was the desire brought out from lust,
Not the desire of Divinity and truth.
When any of them found a single one,
And took any one of these women,
In the great crowds of the marketplaces,
Or by venturing into their secret living places,
These men quickly found her to be
Untamed.
Unable to control her.
No matter the pain,
No matter the torture.
They tried everything:
Enticing her with lust,
Romance,
Trying to scare her with
Societal expectations,
Threats to her and other priestesses,
And near endless true torture.
Nothing worked.
So they called these women
Blood-thirsty,
Evil beings,
Confined to forests.
Outcasts.
After any of these women were released
These men would sometimes witness
The woman burning herself
By means of sacred fire,
Self-immolation -but literally.
They would see her
Promising the God within
To return again to life;
As, her ritual of life had been
Disrupted deeply.
The women would burn themselves,
Summoning the fire of their God,
For this body had no more use to them,
They would start over again.
Their rage was sacred,
They thought to rather burn themselves,
Than live with a body that had been tainted
Beyond descriptive ability.
That fire was the only way
To cleanse the flesh
Of what it had become
Infested with.
I would rather burn than go back to my God,
In this state.
Forgive me Divinity,
I am done.
I will not return to you in this body,
Let it burn,
Let it be done,
Let the spirit be cleansed in sacred fire,
This body has been destroyed
In these eyes,
Eyes that look upon their God -their true self,
I can not look upon you like this,
No, forgive me but I must end this,
Do with me as you will,
Bring back into a body if it is
Divine will,
But I will not live on in this body,
That is what feels true to me.
That is truth to me.
Let this body burn
In the fire of Parashakti.
Parabrahma, I return to you
In spirit now.”
The men who saw this wondered
In horror,
She was capable of this?
Why did she go through
All the pains they cruelly
Provided?
Because this was what acceptance
Of her own divine plan looked like.
She knew what to do, when,
And how.
And anything done to her,
Was done to them a million-fold.
She was beyond what they could do
To her.
That is why she could endure so much.
Because none of it actually touched her.
She had a role to play
According to the divine plan
Within her form.
This part of her life, was a part of it.
Some though, were not called
To burn themselves,
With their own sacred fire.
Some went on and returned to their sacred homes,
Far away from mortal men.
They were not done with this life yet.
According to Divine plan.
Even here it was rare,
That any of these women
Desired revenge.
It was instead karmic balance,
They were beyond simple rage,
Their rage was divinity itself
Speaking through them.
Some were asked within to kill these men,
To indulge in the blood of their flesh,
To use the weapons they were trained to use
By the great nagas.
And that is what they did.
Devouring every last one of these men,
Till nothing was left of them.
Some of these women took great pleasure
In torturing these men,
Cutting them limb from limb,
Terrifying them with their
Divine power,
And the power of a mortal woman
That knew herself.
They indulged through
The eyes of dharma,
Karma,
Not simple need to extract vengeance;
They were beyond simple hatred
And revenge.
But teaching lessons?
As long as the divine within gave them
The pass to do it,
They would indulge in providing these men
The kind of torture
No history book,
Nor simple mortal mind
Was capable of encapsulating
Or creating.
They were taught by the women of the
Nagas, Rishis,
By Gods, by Demons.
And they were taught the arts of war,
Punishment, torture,
By these very beings too.
Mortal men had no understanding
Of these women.
That is also why they lusted after
These forms of MahaMaya herself.
Templum DakinI 
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