Our inauspicious mother is your last cigarette. In your need for comfort, in your need for power, in your need to see REALITY, you invite her into your chest and she slowly smothers your heart. With each inhalation, she kills you and in this way, she is the devouring mother, the smothering mother.
Maa Dhumavati directs the energy of the Anahata inward. When we connect with her, our eyes are turned around and we are able to see the irrelevant ego games that plague relationships. The charade becomes unbearable and we are driven towards seperation.
Like smoke, Dhumavati wanders with no container. When we worship Dhumavati we take on her image and are inclined towards wandering and isolation.
smoke appears when the material is ready to die.
