{"id":6290,"date":"2018-09-28T09:08:18","date_gmt":"2018-09-28T16:08:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=6290"},"modified":"2018-09-28T09:09:40","modified_gmt":"2018-09-28T16:09:40","slug":"ivan-m-granger-medusa-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2018\/09\/28\/ivan-m-granger-medusa-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Ivan M. Granger – Medusa"},"content":{"rendered":"

Medusa
\nby Ivan M. Granger<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Medusa says \u2013<\/p>\n

I was wisdom
\nonce,
\nblack as night.<\/p>\n

Now they call me:
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 monster,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 gorgon,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 hideous-faced.<\/p>\n

So I hide
\nbehind this hissing curtain
\nof hair.<\/p>\n

Lost
\nlittle ones,
\nbreathe easy;
\nyou are free
\nto not see.<\/p>\n

But
\nwhat is a lonely
\nold lady to do?<\/p>\n

I still wait
\nfor some daughter,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 some son,
\nso wounded by the world,
\nto seize these snakes
\nand part my locks wide.<\/p>\n

I still wait
\nfor some bold, tired
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 wild child of mine,
\ndetermined to die
\nseeing what\u2019s reflected
\nin my unblinking eye.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey<\/a>, by Ivan M. Granger
\nOr order through Wordery<\/a> and have it shipped anywhere in the world for free!<\/i><\/font>
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\/ Image by Emanuello Brigant<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Something to honor the Divine Goddess today\u2013<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t do it as often these days, but every now and then I awake early, before the sun. Observing the nighttime before dawn, its embodiment of mystery, the unknown, vastness. Night brings both peace and fear. It does not distract us from ourselves. Whatever we bring with us into the night we must confront\u2026<\/p>\n

I read a lot of Greek mythology in my childhood. I loved the fantastical adventures, the heroes, the monsters, the convoluted relationships of the gods. I was fascinated that so many common words and phrases have their origins in the names and stories of Greek myths. It connected me with the Greek ancestry I have through my father.<\/p>\n

And I also had the vague, semi-formed idea that there was something deeper being said in these myth stories.<\/p>\n

I discovered something several years back that struck me: Medusa, the quintessential monster of Greek mythology, was originally a much loved Goddess. Her name comes from the Greek word \u201cmetis\u201d (related to the Sanskrit \u201cmedha\u201d) meaning \u201cwisdom.\u201d Her worship is thought to have originated in North Africa and been imported into early Greek culture. She was black-skinned, wore wild, matted hair (with, of course, snakes), stood naked, wide-eyed, and embodied the mystery of woman, the wisdom of the night, the truths too profound or terrible to face in the daylight.<\/p>\n

Medusa is, in effect, a Mediterranean version of the Bengali Goddess Kali.<\/p>\n

Medusa was eventually subsumed into the safer, patriarchal worship of Athena, who carries Medusa\u2019s head upon her shield.<\/p>\n

This discovery inspired me to look at the figure of Medusa more deeply, more reverently. What is the wisdom that terrifies? Why the snakes? Why the petrifying open-eyed stare? And how does such a bringer of terrible wisdom feel about being rejected by her children as a \u201cmonster\u201d?<\/p>\n

So I hide
\nBehind this hissing curtain
\nOf hair.<\/i><\/p>\n

One way to understand the snakes about Medusa\u2019s head is as the awakened Kundalini energy, having risen from the base of the spine to the skull \u2014 something well-understood in the Mediterranean mystery schools of the ancient world. This vital, snake-like energy is the Goddess energy. Medusa, the Goddess, is the Snake Mother.<\/p>\n

(The more monstrous aspect of Medusa can also be understood as a rageful expression of the Kundalini, the Divine Feminine energy, when it is repressed in society. A society that does not respect the strength and mystery of Woman, that does not allow the feminine energy to move freely, that society is lost in a state of calcifying fear. Too many societies see only the terrible Gorgon when looking at the Divine Mother.) <\/p>\n

In my poem, Medusa has formed of this feminine life-energy a curtain, a veil that hides Her Face from a world not ready to bear witness to Her. This curtain is the veil of illusion that creates an artificial sense of separation between the world and the Divine.<\/p>\n

And the curtain does indeed hiss. When you are quiet and your thoughts settle, we begin to hear a soft sound seeming to issue from the base of the skull. Initially, it sounds like a creaking or crackling noise, a white noise, a sort of a hissing. The deeper we go into silence, the more the sound resolves itself. Eventually, we recognize it permeating our whole body and all things.<\/p>\n

We must pass through this hissing curtain in order to meet the deep truth waiting for us on the other side.<\/p>\n

I still wait
\nFor some bold, tired
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Wild child of mine,
\nDetermined to die
\nSeeing what\u2019s reflected
\nIn my unblinking eye.<\/i><\/p>\n

Medusa\u2019s eye does not blink. This is partly what is so terrifying about her gaze. She stares boldly out and sees Reality as it is. She sees it plainly, fearlessly, and without interruption. There is no pause for interpretation or \u201cfiltering.\u201d Medusa\u2019s truth is raw. She is the Divine Mother who sees all of Her Creation in every living instant.<\/p>\n

Looking in Medusa\u2019s eye, what is it that we see reflected? Our own self, of course. And this truly is shattering, for we see the truth about ourselves. We see the unreality of the little self, the social self, the ego self we imagine ourselves to be. That little self is a phantom, a mental creation only.<\/p>\n

Medusa, in her shattering wisdom, does not protect us from this realization. Her love will not allow us to struggle on with such a false notion holding us back from our true nature.<\/p>\n

Seeing this truth, we die. The little self dies.<\/p>\n

But, in dying to the little self, our true nature suddenly shines forth. The real Self, which is one with the Divine, emerges. Every aspect of ourselves that felt broken and that we labored so long to fix, is suddenly made whole. In fact, we realize that nothing was ever broken in the first place. That sense of incompleteness was the result of denying the vastness we already are while clinging to the illusion of the little self.<\/p>\n

This is Medusa\u2019s gift to Her children. This is Her terrible wisdom. It is the truth that blesses us through death, and then gives you greater life than we had previously imagined possible.<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Ivan M. Granger<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology)<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nReal Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nFor Lovers of God Everywhere: Poems of the Christian Mystics<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nDiamond Cutters: Visionary Poets in America, Britain & Oceania<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nPoems of Awakening: An International Anthology of Spiritual Poetry<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n\"Ivan<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nIvan M. Granger<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

US (1969 \u2013 )
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a>
\nYoga \/ Hindu<\/a> : Advaita \/ Non-Dualist<\/a><\/em>\n<\/td>\n

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Ivan M. Granger is the founder and editor of the Poetry Chaikhana<\/i>, a publishing house and online resource for sacred poetry from around the world. He is the author of Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey<\/i> and editor of The Longing in Between: A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology<\/i>. His poetry and translations have been included in several magazines and anthologies. <\/p>\n

Ivan grew up in Oregon and Southern California. He has also lived on the island of Maui. He now lives in Colorado with his wife, Michele.<\/p>\n

\u201cPoetry has an immediate effect on the mind. The simple act of reading poetry alters thought patterns and the shuttle of the breath. Poetry induces trance. Its words are chant. Its rhythms are drumbeats. Its images become the icons of the inner eye. Poetry is more than a description of the sacred experience; it carries the experience itself.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

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Poetry Chaikhana readers often ask me about myself. Who is the guy behind all those poetry emails? What drew you to sacred poetry? And just what does \u201cPoetry Chaikhana\u201d mean?<\/p>\n

As a way to answer some of those questions, I thought I\u2019d post an audio interview<\/a> I did a few years ago. I talk a little about myself, and a lot about poetry \u2014 the transformational power of poetry, the ways poetry naturally expresses the sacred experience, the non-dogmatic nature of poetry. And I read a few poems.<\/p>\n

Click to listen: Interview with Ivan M. Granger<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Email Ivan M. Granger<\/a><\/p>\n