Kailas

April 1, 1994

I’m becoming pagan: from Latin paganus: “One who lives in the country, not in Rome, one who is not in the army”. Against European culture, which burnt nine million women, in suppression of earth consciousness, I worship the Goddess in her natural temple.

Walking out of abstractions, our footsteps in Her snows, after thousands over millennia before us, testify Her worth through action, more concretely than any creed. Completing a dream cycle, changed by our circum-ambulation, we return to the broad dry desert.

Hardened up, long acclimatised since time spent high in Nepal, I wake early feeling reborn. Striding towards Kailas I climb the nearest ridge as first light touches Himalayan peaks. At this altitude Earth’s curve sweeps round me. My eye is at the centre of her arc.

I leave the beaten track to enter a new world of high magic. The territory below me spreads out more clearly than a map. Exalted, I’ve won a lofty freedom. With joy I take it. The mountains are mine to play with – and I do.

Heading across country I swing easily over sunny mountainsides and valleys, starting hare and coming close to deer. Not pausing for monks scurrying from remote monasteries, I climb and climb directly towards Kailas till I can almost touch it.

Looking back I review the path by which my body brought me. I delight in seeing how easily, how far I’ve come. The grandeur of my surroundings multiplies the satisfaction and somatic pleasure in walking. Eagles on whistling wing circle close to greet me.

Mists swirl in, shrouding the alluring peak. I see Parvati’s graceful form swaying in the vapours! I do see Lord Shiva dancing on the summit. China’s Cultural Revolution, all her Red Guards and gunpowder could not destroy the compelling power that bid me hither.

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