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yagna fire. This is the land that her distraught lover walked, her<br />
corpse slung across his shoulder, refusing to let her go. And this,<br />
the exact spot where the great goddess’s vagina, her yoni fell, after<br />
Vishnu in his great mercy decimated her body into fifty one pieces.<br />
Fifty one places to worhip the goddess, fifty one shakti peeths,<br />
Sarma would murmur, but this is the most holy. Because Sati’s<br />
sacred yoni fell here.<br />
Ratnadhar was an artist. He had a loyal following among the<br />
disciples. Delicate hands. A trim figure. A finely chiselled nose.<br />
The crown of thick black hair complemented his aristocratic<br />
bearing. About a year ago, it was said, he had lost his mind. No<br />
doctor, north or south, could cure him. None but Chinnamasta<br />
Jatadhari. And Ratnadhar took up his brush again. He soon<br />
became the ascetic’s most ardent disciple.<br />
And now, as was his practice every morning, Chinnamasta<br />
Jatadhari sat before the altar, his eyes closed, his fingers tracing<br />
gestures in the air. Then, with a deep murmur of “Bhairav! Bhairav!”<br />
invoking the fearful form of Shiva, he gathered his palms in the<br />
turtle shape, the yoni mudra. Ratnadhar watched in awe.<br />
Everyone knew that the secret yoni mudra must never be revealed.<br />
It is the very absolute, representing consciousness, granting<br />
liberation. At last, from somewhere deep within the jatadhari:<br />
“Hram. Hreem. Hraum.” Each of these seed mantras corresponded<br />
to an aspect of the great goddess. Together the sounds represented<br />
all of divinity.<br />
But to which deity had he offered his prayers? No one knew.<br />
Not even his favourite disciple, Ratnadhar.<br />
The jatadhari broke the early morning veneration with a loud<br />
mouthful of water from the small pitcher at his side. He drew the<br />
young disciple to him, fingers grazing his hair in blessing. Then,<br />
The Man from Chinnamasta