KĀLI! KĀLI! KĀLI!

KĀLI! KĀLI! KĀLI!

Unless a person is absolutely pure and is masculine enough, he cannot be an effective instrument of the Divine in his bid to defend Sanātan Dharma and Sanātanis. Therefore, purity is the precondition to preaching. And an abundance of manifested manhood is the mode. Else, effeminacy mars the message and fails to inspire vigour and valour in the youth of the nation. 

We have had enough of sentimental nonsense masquerading as devotion, a plethora of puerile preaching of the principles of the Vedanta that the preacher practises not nor dares to deliver like Krishna in the thick of battle, preferring instead the sanctuary of superpower station to dish out scriptural dole of no consequence while Punyabhumi Bhāratvarsha progressively sinks into potential balkanisation consequent on the growing Islamisation of the nation. Sanātan Dharma and Sanātanis need direction practical to protect their interests and not cartloads of theoretical speculation that could not prevent Partition after all. 

Kāli Pūja demands severed heads of Her devotees, not in metaphorical terms but in real physical terms, much like Swamiji had in like terms exhorted, "Buddhās by the thousands will have to be sacrificed. Sacrifice has been the law in the past and sacrifice, alas, shall be the law for ages to come. The earth's bravest and best will have to be sacrificed." And out of such valorous exhortation rose a million martyrs to the motherland's freedom from colonial shackles. 

In Srinagar, Kashmir, Swamiji composed in divine inspiration 'Kali the Mother', more a spontaneous overflow of spiritual emotion in words and less of a cogitated composition in metre. In this famous dedication to the Primordial Power of countless universes Swamiji invoked the Devi of Destruction and laid down his head to be severed and strung in Her garland of skulls. Swamiji invoked the Terrible, the Mother of all terror, Terror Herself, in his bravest worship of Mahāmāyā who rules all. He, thus, set before his followers the template of devotion, of knowledge, of work and of communion---the worship of the Terrible. The Vedic worship in vigorous, valourous terms was thus set alive amidst the morass of materialistic degeneration then extant as devotion, so feeble that it dared to sing and dance but dared not challenge the oppressive powers that be that had held humanity down. 

This Kāli Pūja night let us revisit that fateful night of reckoning for Swamiji when he swooned in divine ecstasy the moment the last lines of his poem had been penned and fell to the floor in superconscious oblivion of earthly surroundings. Let us then pledge to be worthy infantry of this leonine General, Swami Vivekananda, upon whom was laid the charge of resurrecting humanity by the Master of the universe, Mā Kāli Herself in Her earthly incarnation. 🕉

Written by Sugata Bose