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bossymarmalade writes an entry for the Asian Women Festival #1:
Kali is not a white woman. Kali is not an un-Irish crone. Kali Ma is dark and fierce and terrifying, and you cannot call upon her lightly -- much less bear her name -- unless you understand what it is like to look into her incomprehensible face and feel hollowed out, humbled and exhilarated and reverent all at once because she will do what you cannot.
Going to a poor, brown, developing country to have your Grand Spiritual Awakening is just another form of tourism. Come see our noble savages; they can show you how their simple spiritualism is done in the wild, so surely once you achieve it with all your privilege and education you will be a higher form of enlightened being, ready to go back and feel superior to your benighted Western friends. Live in their huts and sleep on their floors, only don't drink their water, because the Ganges is, well, you know.
Context knows three different white women who all refer to themselves as Kali.
Kali is not a white woman. Kali is not an un-Irish crone. Kali Ma is dark and fierce and terrifying, and you cannot call upon her lightly -- much less bear her name -- unless you understand what it is like to look into her incomprehensible face and feel hollowed out, humbled and exhilarated and reverent all at once because she will do what you cannot.
Going to a poor, brown, developing country to have your Grand Spiritual Awakening is just another form of tourism. Come see our noble savages; they can show you how their simple spiritualism is done in the wild, so surely once you achieve it with all your privilege and education you will be a higher form of enlightened being, ready to go back and feel superior to your benighted Western friends. Live in their huts and sleep on their floors, only don't drink their water, because the Ganges is, well, you know.
Context knows three different white women who all refer to themselves as Kali.