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Spiritual Vision. Shri Shiva Nataraja temple of Chidambaram. Introduction.

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Here is more info about the Dancing Shiva temple where Justin and I received special blessings from the priest. The fire ritual was intense, beginning with the clamorous ringing of dozens of bells of all sizes. In a stone temple, the sound sweeps through you. The experience was unforgettable.

From the website:

“22.00 — 22.30 Puja with lamps, hymns and music, after which Shiva, represented by his holy sandals, is taken in a procession with the small palanquin to join his consort in the
Bedchamber.

“The ringing of the bells recreates the sacred sound OM, which is the root and origin of the creation. The lamps represent the different forms and aspects of the divine energy that evolve from the One Absolute in the process of creation and manifestation.

“The several ritual objects which are shown before the Nataraja are part of what is called ‘protocol’.

“The ceremony of the return of Shiva’s sandals to the Bedchamber in the evening at 10 o’clock takes on special significance and grandeur once a week, on the Friday evening. Where the seven daily rituals which are performed in the Sabha before the Nataraja are the key to the understanding of the cycles of cosmos, the seventh ritual reveals the ultimate secret.

“Fire burning, bells ringing, and finally his Cosmic Dance…… Then, the cosmic energy of Nataraja is carried in a small palanquin around the courtyards accompanied by drums, instruments, singing and chanting. Finally to join the cosmic energy of Shakti, his consort, in the Bedchamber, realizing the cosmology.”

Pastor loses job after doubting hell’s existence – US news – Life – msnbc.com

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A little reflection for Sunday morning……

Pastor loses job after doubting hell’s existence – US news – Life – msnbc.com.

Tamil and Valluvar Kottam

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(Thanks, Lonely Planet, for additional information that fleshes out things I learned in India.)

Tamil is the language spoken in the state of Tamil Nadu in south India. It is an ancient and distinctive language of which residents are quite proud, along with their culture and history. Tamils consider themselves the keepers of Dravidian culture (pre-Aryan). Dravidians were pushed into south India by the Aryans some 2-3000 years BCE. At the same time, they influenced the Aryans, who incorporated some Dravidian beliefs into the Vedas. One example is vegetarianism: before these groups mingled, the nomadic Aryans ate meat for sustenance. Early Hinduism contained both Aryan rituals and Dravidian concepts like renunciation, karma, and reincarnation. Aryans also segregated from the darker skinned Dravidians and may have laid the foundation for the caste system.

[The star of David is a Dravidian symbol; the swastika, an Aryan symbol. The swastika was later co-opted by the Nazis and drawn as a mirror-opposite.]

Tamil leaders were among those who fought for independence from the British, which was gained in 1947. Since then they have fought against the caste system (no longer in the Constitution) and against the Hindi language. For a time they even fought for their own independence as a nation, Dravida Nadu, but that effort has ceased. They continue to wield major political power in the region.

Tamil speakers still tend to shun Hindi and English, the official languages of India. Tamil has given us words like “catamaran” and “juggernaut.”

Juggernaut is a representation of Krishna, who is worshipped in Puri, Orissa. During an annual festival his image is dragged through the streets in a heavy chariot. It is said that pilgrims of old would throw themselves under its wheels as an ultimate sacrifice. Hard to steer, and with no brakes, one of these chariots fell and crushed hundreds of devotees—thus the meaning of “juggernaut, a huge, powerful, and overwhelming force.”

Valluvar Kottam is a modern-day memorial to the Tamil poet Thiruvalluvar. It replicates ancient Tamil architecture and features an enormous stone chariot—a Juggernaut—35 meters high. A life-size statue of Thiruvaluvar sits inside the chariot. There is also an enormous auditorium inscribed with the poet’s work. Thiruvalluvar lived around the 1st century BCE and worked as a weaver. He became famous for his classic poem Thirukural, composed of 1,330 couplets that set out a moral code for millions of followers. They are wisdom couplets similar to those of Confucius.

The monument is indeed an impressive site, difficult to photograph for its size and the time of our visit. We climbed to the roof of the auditorium; it’s beautiful up there, with wind socks blowing in the breeze. Abhi remembered coming here as a kid, not long after it had been built in 1976, and the memory washed over him as we stood there.

Inside the auditorium and on the grounds was a nation-wide handicrafts fair, with goods from at least 15 of India’s 28 states. Some of the most charming (and handsome or beautiful) sales people enticed us to look at their wares. Diane and I bought sandals that caught our eyes. There were musical instruments, wood carvings, silks, and leather; metals, toys, and palm-leaf scrolls. Here are some of the pictures I took:

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Here is a link to more (scroll down)!

Kapaleeshwara Temple, Chennai

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As non-Hindus we were not allowed inside this Shiva Temple, but we could take pictures of the colorful and detailed ornamentation dating back to 1250. There were side entrances, courtyards, and a tank built around the central shrine, typical of ancient Dravidian architecture.

Though there was a dry spell of a number of years, there have been Theppam Festivals during which lighted lamps are set afloat on the water. Here’s a link to a set of photos from that festival, held in January 2007:

Tampa Bay area Unitarian Universalists make the news

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Tampa Bay area Unitarian Universalists make spiritual journey to India – St. Petersburg Times.

Kalakshetra

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Kalakshetra literally means a holy place of arts: Kala, arts and Kshetra, Field or Holy Place. The name well describes the intention of classical dancer Rakmini Devi Arundale. This beautiful and accomplished visionary established the Kalakshetra Foundation in the early 20th century as an academy of arts. Located in Chennai, a huge and noisy city, Kalakshetra is a beautiful, serene, quiet, and spiritual place.

Young women and men from all over the world come here to study classical Indian dance, music (vocal and instrumental), painting, sculpture, block printing, and other fine arts and crafts. After school classes are offered to children as young as 7, three days a week. Many students live on site in hostels during their years of study. Many of the teachers are former students who want to pass their experience on to a new generation.

We were not allowed to take photographs, but you can take a look here. We were allowed to walk around the grounds and watch dancers or musicians hone their craft. Bamboo shades were rolled up so doors and windows were simply large openings all around each classroom. We were captivated by the students’ precision, energy, and concentration. Every gesture, every facial expression, and every musical pattern help tell the story.

One of my favorite spots kept me rooted where I could hear three music classes simultaneously. Birds joined the chorus and leaves drifted down in a gentle breeze not far from the sea.

Later, I read from Some Selected Speeches and Writings of Rukmini Devi Arundale and recorded some interesting quotes from volume 1:

There is no such thing as “seeing” art. Art is a creative force of the response from within . . . (p. 113)

What does drama do to a person? It takes the very essence of life and puts it before the audience and so enables one to understand life far better. In drama you not only see something, apart from yourself, but you actually see yourself on stage (p. 23).

Rukmini Devi writes about four specific techniques of dance: posture of the body and gesture; spoken word; costume; and the expression of emotion in the body, e.g. change of colour, broken speech, horripulation [isn’t that a delicious word?], and shedding of tears. (from the introduction)

My favorite quote, p. 183:

To compose Kumara Sambhawa took 6 years of meditation and 11 days of composition.

Meditate on that! And tell me, how do you express your creativity?

Images of Sendai, Japan, and environs

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And speaking of international borders, my heart goes out to Japan and all who live there. My son in Tokyo was unharmed, though he couldn’t get home until the trains resumed service.

Leah Korn reposted this: Japan Earthquake: before and after

Aerial photos taken over Japan have revealed the scale of devastation across dozens of suburbs and tens of thousands of homes and businesses. Hover over each satellite photo to view the devastation caused by the earthquake and tsunami.