Where do you sit?

Ghora. It means darkness. The darkness of ignorance. Aghora. That means…light. The absence of ignorance. Aghora. The absence of darkness. Under the tree of knowledge, there is an Aghori. A practitioner of Aghora. A follower of that path. He has gone beyond ignorance thanks to the flame of knowledge.

The flame of knowledge dances from a funeral pyre. The funeral pyre…is…the ultimate reality. A continual reminder that everyone has to die.
Knowledge of the ultimate reality of death has taken the Aghori beyond the eight snares of existence. Lust, anger, greed, delusion, envy, shame, disgust and fear. Those things bind all beings. They bind us all.

The Aghori is astonished by the uselessness of a limited existence. Knowing the whole world to be within herself though she is not in this world.

She is bewildered. She is bewildered to think that all is within her, not external to her. She sees not with her physical eyes, but with the eyes of perception. The sense of perception. The flame of knowledge, that which preserves life.
The eternal flame of the funeral pyre.

Divine Delirium. Thats what I call it.

Is it you that you see when you stare into the mirror? Is that who you are? Do YOU encapsulate that image, that face deeply staring back at you with tears streaming down its cheeks? Are you simply..a reflection?
Divine Delirium. Thats what I call it.