The Microcosmos of Pilgrimage: Vindhyachala (The Goddess, The Pilgrim, and The Scholar)
The Microcosmos of Pilgrimage: Vindhyachala (The Goddess, The Pilgrim, and The Scholar)
The Microcosmos of Pilgrimage: Vindhyachala (The Goddess, The Pilgrim, and The Scholar)
By Andrea Vecchione
ACS, Ph.D Candidate
Spring 2008
INTRODUCTION and METHODOLGY
The wasp that landed on the wall behind me is entirely yellow in color. Judging
by its color, size, and the size of its stinger, I am convincingly threatened by its
presence. A reminder that, like everything here in India, there is a little less safety, a little
more danger than the familiar life of the country which I was born. However, for the past
six years I have been called to come here to India. Why? Why am I pulled half way
across the world in search of something? Is it simply for this yearning for adventure and
danger that affords myself a break from the monotony of familiarity. Do I leave to
broaden my perspective on life and the scope of world view? These answers are all true.
What is sure is that I am drawn here by an inexplicable desire to merge with one whom
has no name or form, and my experience of pilgrimage has lead me here; to a place which
nourishes the physical, mental and vital, in its search for complete integration.
view of a practitioner, and a scholar. Because of this It is also a story of ineffible’s desire
to know itself. A single multiplicity of the universe striving for understanding of being.
A longing for the soul to reunite with Paramatman. This is why I come to study a culture
and country so unfamiliar, yet one that feels home to my soul. On the path of the
sadhaka, the searcher, I have taken is the practice of pilgrimage. Pilgrimage is defined
as; “a journey to a holy place, undertaken for religious reasons, or a place with special
significance.”ii Pilgrimage is an ancient practice still strong here in India. As someone not
born into this practice, I have discovered a hidden troth of spiritual fulfillment embarking
on these journeys. Yet the practice of pilgrimage is a successful tool for the devotee for
many reasons, which I will touch on academically, and experience as I integrate the ritual
in its entirety.
This paper will focus on pilgrimage of one individual searching for love and
riddled with contradiction, because of its financial growth, and is currently amidst the
middle of a materialistic crisis, its spiritual nature as a culture remains ever present, and a
far cry from the materialistic spirituality practiced in the United States.
The story I am telling is one between the line of the witness and participant. I
have choose this method deliberately. In the words of Kathleen Erndl, “ I have long felt
that scholars of religion (and perhaps scholars in general) fall into two camps: those who
study what they like and those who study what they do not like.” iii I can only tell this
story from the view of a practitioner, and what the art of pilgrimage means to my life as I
Clark Mousakas.iv This is an approach that values personal knowledge and direct
personal experience of the researcher. For the purpose of this inquiry, I am exploring my
touch on Vindhyachala Devi, the history, and aspects of the culture, mostly appear as a
I am not unaware of the difficult nature of this task. It is often difficult to write
from the perspective of both the observer and the participant. Yet, the more conscious we
are about the interconnectedness of observer and the observed, on a quantum level, the
more the old paradigm of the detached observer outdated. As scientific knowledge of
atomic interaction grows, fundamentally we as researchers also must adjust to this
the atomic level it is impossible to separate observer from the observed. This principle is
It is my assertion, that under this principle, pure scientific empiricism is impossible, and
cannot be supported for the basis of this study. Because of my belief in the obsolescence
of empiricism, I am writing in what some would say is an “emic” perspective, from the
inside of the subject, rather than from an outsider point of view. A great deal has been
fields. The terms were first coined by linguist Kennith Pike in his book Language in
Fredrick Streng, Understanding Religious Life, the author elucidates the definitions of the
two as such;
The author uses the terms “real, meaningful, or appropriate” in regard to the test of the
accuracy of the analyses. In the case of my own analyses I am involved to the extent in a
culture that I am also co-creating. Every puja, ritual, or pilgrimage, that I am attending
by attending I am concurrently creating a new tradition. Streng goes on to describe the
Etic operations have their hallmark the elevation of observers to the status
of ultimate judges of the categories and concepts used in the descriptions
and analyses. The test of the adequacy of etic accounts is simply their
ability to generate scientifically productive theories about the causes of
sociocultural differences and similarities. Rather than employ concepts
that are necessarily real, meaningful and appropriate from a native point of
view, the observer is free to use alien categories and rules derived from the
data language of science. vii
mental and behavioral events by way of the participant verses the observers standpoint.
The researcher is left with the quandary of the choice of writing for the participants
themselves, or for the observers of the participants. The language and perceptions are
very different for each case. Although I agree with this distinction, I wonder if there is
possibility to bridge the chasm between the two. How can I include the due diligence of
empirical science, objective and detached from a specific perspective and clearly be a
As I begin to enter the conversation of this paper as a participant, I must take into
account all of my own history of perspective; a privileged upper middle class socio-
economic and European American with light skin; a religious history growing up with
Catholic doctrines, and my choice to leave the church and its teachings behind. My
experience with neo-paganism, and feminine based spiritual practice. All of these factors
have brought me to a culture that embraces individuality and pagan traditions in a new
and spontaneous manner. In order to avoid the pitfalls of criticisms of religious scholars
history. The fact that I was raised under the auspices of the Roman Catholic church and
that I made a deliberate break from the church to escape what I felt was patriarchal
suppression of the feminine voice and spirit, may inform my perspectives as I collect
information and ask questions around the topic at hand. As scholars in the time of
‘greater awareness’ of our roles, we are responsible for radical transparency when it
comes to presenting thesis and publications, within the assumptions that we are serving as
the expert on our topics. It is our responsibility as scholars to take ownership of our
embedded beliefs as we observe and write. After all, whose story is being told here? Is it
that of the indigenous people and ritualistic practice? Or that of an outsider searching for
meaning in her life and devoting her study to that which is spiritually fulfilling? The fact
that privilege yields power is also to be scrutinized. Talal Aasad in his book Genealogies
He writes;
But the question I want to raise here is this: the extent that such power
seeks to normalize other people’s motivations, whose history is being
made? Note that my question is not about the authenticity of the individual
agency but about the structure of normal personhood (normal in both
statistical and the medical sense) and the techniques securing it. viii
In writing from this place, placing all of my motivations on the table, I will abandon any
The act of walking to visit many holy places under the auspices of “pilgrimage” is
not a new concept by any means. It is as old as cultures became sedentary, settling further
from their place of origin. In ancient Indian thought the concept of pilgrimage is a big
part of “the life” of the Hindu. As Professor, Dr. Rana P.B. Singh describes; “In Hindu
transformation.
“A tirtha is not just a crossing on this earth, it is a spiritual crossing between this
mortal world of samsara and the heaven of swarga. Where you seek redemption for your
actions and then seek liberation;”xi to quote a very traditional Hindu perspective. Gupta
continues to write, “Going to these tirthas, worshipping in their temples, bathing in their
rivers and tanks, frees up from the burden of sins and also liberates us from the endless
cycle of births and deaths. A tirthayatra makes it possible for our souls to merge with the
supreme oneness of the Brhaman.” xii It is not for this writer to speculate on the
motivation behind each pilgrim, each have his or her own intention. In some religions
like Islam, the pilgrimage to Mecca is one of the five pillars. During his or her lifetime,
every Muslim must physically journey to Mecca during their lifetime. Here the practice is
more than just a commitment to God, It is a shared experience among all pilgrims of that
faith. All colors and socioeconomic boundaries are left by the way, and human equality is
revealed (pilgrims wear a sheet like garment). This was a great revelation when Malcom-
X went on his journey. By bringing people together this pilgrimage creates a loyalty,
which transcends all political boundaries, and ethnic barriers. Ideally, within this
pilgrimage, (and others) pilgrims pick up information from other places in the world, and
return to their homes knowing more about the world. Similarly, in Jainism, the saints are
called tirthankaras, those that are able to assist the seeker make a “crossing” to
liberation.xiii
have made a vow to go on the journey as a result of having a wish granted. Some simply
know that visiting these places will bring them further in their next birth, and embark on
a pilgrimage for the merit it will bring. It is possible that some people carry many of
these intentions while they climb, walk, circumambulate, or fully prostrate their way to a
given temple or place. My intention is to get closer to a merger, of the physical, vital, and
mental toward and integral understanding of my being, and therefore, bridging the gap of
The act of becoming “whole” is what also can be described as a union, or the
desire for transcendence. To bridge the gap not only the external to the internal, but also
from the mundane of the daily existence to sacred time and space. For many cultures
these scared places have served as this link between earth and heaven, sacred and
profane, transcendence and mundane. In India, temples have been erected on or in places
where powerful cosmic forces have known them. For example, mountains have
historically been praised for their cosmic conduit forces, and for this reason temples are
The intersection of the geographical place itself, and the emotional and spiritual
connection of the pilgrim meet to form a cosmic web. This intersection is what Singh
refers to as “faithscape.” He explains this as “..the place where the cosmic field of divine
manifestation where man and natural mystery meet..” xv He further describes this as;
“Faithscape encompasses sacred place, sacred time, sacred meaning, sacred rituals, and
embodies both symbolic and tangible psychic elements in an attempt to realize man’s
Like Eliade, he also relates pilgrimage sites to the axis mundi; “This center serves
as communication link between heaven and earth. Almost all sacredscapes, developed in
India’s historical past, possess the axis mundi, and are given prominence in the
pilgrimage system….[] The physical place of the pilgrimage has been made sacred
Humans become aware of the sacred because it manifests itself through the
pilgrimage, the architecture, the designation to the holy spots, which are related to the
transformation of human creativity. Eliade calls this “act of manifestation of the sacred”
“Hierophany”, when something sacred “shows itself to us.” xix. Again we see the
reference to the axis mundi, the place of the central axis, where Eliade describes as
What pilgrimage offers is a glimpse into cultural and architectural designs given
into spiritual transformative magnetism and mythology. The varying complexities of the
experience and ancient technologies involved provide an excellent portal for in-depth
study. The internal work that the pilgrim is doing in preparation, during, and after the
I had never read about the multiple layers of experience before I ever set out on
journey, similarly to what Singh recounts his view of the various parts of the
pilgrimage;
At least three stages in the total pilgrimage be marked: (i) Separation and
preparation stage : to take a vow and prepare mentally and physically for
facing all the situations- a firm determination by thought and belief, (ii)
Liminal stage : to have experiences of the pilgrimage in quest of divine
interrelatedness and glimpse of revelation, and (iii) Reaggregation state
: returning home with some insights of transformation and will to persuade
others in continuing the tradition. This way pilgrimage converges to a
cycle rhythm. The ultimate cosmology of pilgrimage mandala, represents
the entire space-time universe containing circulation (circumambulation)
around the centre or following a circuit, convergence (merging) with the
centre, cyclic time (including birth and death), and complexity of action
(e.g. rituals). As primordial medium of birth and death, water is a major
feature of the pilgrimage landscapes.xxi
When I made the first decision, and then committed to going on the first
pilgrimage, I felt excitement, with fear of the unknown. I don’t exactly know what had
come over me. When the idea was presented, it felt like the right and most obvious path.
Event thought the area was somewhat of a military occupied area, and I didn’t know what
to expect, my determination was steadfast, and my belief was strong. I couldn’t stop
planning or thinking about the journey. It was as if I was “called” to go, almost to the
point of obsession. After I embarked, and during the pilgrimage, I felt excited at times,
ecstatic, punctuated with glimpses of calm, and tranquility. After it was over, I wanted to
continue that feeling again and again. I find myself continually drawing from and
reflecting upon and writing about this and other pilgrimage that I have taken, long after I
seldom frequent it. It was during Navaratri, (the nine nights of the goddess), a very
auspicious, and crowded time to visit any Devi temple, let alone, a popular pilgrimage
April 4, 2004
I join the hundreds of other yatries winding their way up the mountain.
Some are families. Mothers and fathers with babies in their arms, Sadhu,
ascetics, with nothing more than a doti, wrapped in their only piece of
around their middle, and carrying their metal buckets called Tiffin, groups
of young men with red and gold head bands screaming, “JAI MATA DI!
DA KI JAI!” , (Victory to the mother!). Scores if others in-between walk
together in divine heart felt solidarity. As I am the only Westerner in the
entire throng, a woman walking alone, I am a curiosity. I am greeted with
smiles and “JAI MATA DI”. Many who want to know where I come from,
if I am married, if I am Hindu, and some even ask my cast. There is an
understanding in Hinduism that it is not necessarily a “religion” one needs
to be born into, and because of this it welcomes and understands those that
embrace it. I turn a switchback there are drummers with traditional temple
wedding drums beating their rhythms. Some of the men dance, one hand
pointed in the air, the other on their hips shaking their hips, stomping their
feet in standard Indian celebratory dance. I join them in a happy gait as I
travel onwards. Food stalls, puja shops, ‘soul-veneer’ shops line the stone
laden road up to see the mother. The journey is steep, and I can see why
those who have been here before only carry a light load of a change of
clothes, and the essentials. As we travel further and further the vending
stalls begin to disappear, the crowed enthusiasm carries on, and at about
five kilometers, at midnight there is a serene silence. I am struck by the
quiet, I have forgotten how beautiful and precious can be the void of
darkness. As I look over one can see the distant lights of Ketra, and the
dark hills surrounding this holy site. Quiet peaceful and dark. My heart is
content, this moment I feel love, I feel light in this dark.
The peace, the joy I felt to be one among these devotees on their way to pay homage and
devotion to the goddess was something I had never experienced before. There was
further I travel into her cosmos, the greater intensity I feel. Overwhelmed with furtive
grace and excitement I meet the other yatries, (my compares, travelers, in devotional
celebration) and without sharing much language in common am able to meet them in a
place of mutual camaraderie. Its as if we have all been transported to a place of a unified
field of intention, as if we were all marching to protest, for a single cause, (although
pilgrimage goes beyond worldly beliefs). We are marching to the beat of a ‘higher octave
of the same drum’. Though our reasons and what has gotten us here, at this moment have
been very different. We are all sharing the same intent. As I travel further up the
fully transformed at the journey’s end, sometime the results prove differently, illustrating
again that the unlike the Machiavellian dictum; the means justify the ends. This is the
It is important to note the analogy of the Trimurti, (Shiva, Brahma and Vishnu). At some
point along the way, there was transference to goddess temples as Saraswati, Laxmi, and
Kali, for which their rupa (forms) exists in many of these goddess pilgrimage places. At
Vaishnu Devi, just as in Vindhyachal, the three goddess are present. The introduction of
the Trimuti is a latter addition to the importance of these places, probably due to the
Brhamanical influence. In these places, her status is raised to that of “Mahadevi”, the
ultimate form which contains the three forms; the source of creator, sustainer, and
Since this, my first pilgrimage experience, there have been many others. Some I
have gone far out of my way to visit. All to sacred sites of goddess worship, all places
that receive millions of patrons per year. I am only one of many, and yet I am also one of
few people from outside of India to have visited some of these places. This knowledge
bestows upon me a certain pride, and excitement as I climb the frequently warn steps.
The knowledge that I am somehow paving the way for others to learn about pilgrimage
through the eyes of a western woman, learning about her spiritual place in the world,
…I leave the mountain of Vaishnu Devi with my first yatra behind me,
and many questions of “faith”. Maybe I feel dejected. Maybe I did hold
some expectation. As any experience that becomes built up in one’s mind,
perhaps I expected Mother to come and bless me Herself ablaze in an aura
of white light. I recognize that is was a miracle for me to have even made
the journey, yet the act of doing this yatra has not solved my dilemma. I
am still confused about my own faith. Do I feel closer to Her as I thought I
would? I look at all these devotees around me and feel more separated.
What have I actually come here for? Is this really my truth? Why doesn’t
she come to me? Does this mean that because I question I am devoid of
devotion? I can only trust that this feeling of inadequacy and doubts of
faith is part of a process that will unfold in the months to come. I can only
be here at present time and unattached to any outcome, letting my soul be
in this moment, and trusting this moment.
What insight I gained in this first pilgrimage has lead toward a desire to continue
on this path. After I had experience the union during this act, I wanted to continue further
with this journey, and journey further on my own journey integrating these aspects of
myself in the act of physically walking to these destinations of creation. The act of
ritualistically going to see Her consumes me. I am bathed in the air of sacred delight.
With each step I move closer to embodiment of the physical, mental, and the vital. I
My driver knows little English. My Hindi is passable, but not that strong.
Together we are able to piece together a few strings of sentences, and after about a half
hour our conversation becomes too taxing. So I sit in silence in the back seat of the white
We travel through back roads, small towns, avoiding cows, dogs, and people
walking, on bikes, motorbikes, and rickshaws. Every so often he sticks his head out of the
window and shouts at one of his friends along the way. Then he turns to me and says,
“meere dost”, (my friend) apparently he has many friends. We finally get on to the
highway, four lanes of roads, two in either direction. However, this is only suggested. As
everything else in India the rules are subject to interpretation. A huge truck filled with
produce or something, is coming toward on the “wrong” side of the road. We gracefully,
yet narrowly pass it, as we drive by. Nothing is fixed here, a traveler can only expect the
who walk barefoot, gather in the back of a Laruie truck, are pulled by oxen, or horses to
get to the temple. One can argue as to wether I am a pilgrim at all. Did I bathe in the
Ganga this morning? Did I perform all the necessary rites up to this moment? Did I
prepare as well as I could have with promises and oblations to the goddess? What kind of
pilgrimage is this? I must admit that I am not as dedicated as those that would have come
this entire way barefoot or with full prostrations. Simultaneously, my heart is with pure
intention. As I get closer, the anticipation grows stronger. Its as if I am being pulled
closer like a homing beacon. Even if I am not appearing as ascetic as those that come to
the mountain, I know that I have come for similar reasons, and with similar intent. My
cab driver and I arrive in the town adjacent to the temple. We park in the “parking lot”
which he tells me is “owned” by my driver’s uncle, (or so to speak). Everyone gets a little
benefit from the tourist/pilgrim. I pay the uncle for parking. He takes me to the puja
shop, run by his friends, and I buy my offerings. A coconut, drape, kumkum, prasaad,
camphor, and string for my wrist, which will be tied on by a priest. All the necessary
components for the ritual and darshan of Devi, Vindhyachala. I leave my shoes there for
safekeeping. I leave the shop and begin to travel up the hill to the temple, Vindhyachal.
The roads funnel into narrow footpaths, passing all the other booths of puja offerings,
cd’s and videos of various bhajans, the colorful scarves hanging for purchase. I want to
walk slower, to savor every step as it is the first time I have come here. This sacred spot
which millions have visited before. My pujari who was introduced to me by my driver,
and whom I hired back at the puja booth, walks fast. I deliberately walk slower. I don’t
necessarily want to be there with him, yet I also know he can be an affective buffer
against the pujaris and other touts that want to exploit anyone whom they think has
money, and even though I try to look as though I belong here, it is obvious that I am not.
I want to breathe the air around this experience, and fell the cool ground beneath my bare
feet. I focus my mind on Vindhyavaishani. I walk slower. I feel the excitement welling up
inside me with each step closer to the temple. I ride this wave of anticipation. I am not in
my body, but just walking, almost as if floating off of the ground. I have no idea which
roads we are taking that wind themselves to the temple, until we wind up at her steps.
The chaos of devotees, puajaris, beggers, and hawkers all blend into one sound. At this
point I feel disconnected, and confused. I try to get my bearings for a minute, but my
pujari calls me forward. “Come, come.” He says definitively, and I submit my will to his.
He leads me into the cue for the inner sanctum. This is where Vindhyavashini is. He tells
me to wait here, in line. He disappears. I have a moment to myself. I let out a sigh. I look
around me at the others in the cue. Mostly families are here, it’s Sunday and I wonder if
more people are available to come here on Sundays as if going to church. Every god and
goddess has a day that is more auspicious to visit them, a day which is dedicated to them.
As I stand in cue, waiting to get the glimpse of the goddess, I bring my attention
back to what has brought me all this way, across the ocean, risking life and limb on
Indian road systems, to go through the ritual of visiting Devi. How many cues will I
stand in, how many temples will I visit from this day forward? The sun shines through
into my eyes and is at the exact angle from where I am standing, I watch smoke from the
offerings work its way up to the sky, dancing and swirling as it makes its way. In this
moment, I am radiant and transcendent. How many times will I stand in lines with all the
other pilgrims awaiting a glimpse from her divine nature? I ask as a prayer. The answer
that returns is; ‘As many times as it takes until I realize that she is that part of me that is
the dance swirling its way through the ethers. Until I get beyond, and within this
The cue narrows and we compress into a small doorway. I watch the devotees
outside the sanctum. Some are doing puja with their pujari, some are praying and
receiving darshan though the window. Others are milling about. The air is thick, with
smoke, burning ghee, and incense. I am about to enter, I place my right hand on the
archway before I go in, which is covered with a gold metal, maybe gold itself. I touch the
entrance where my feet touch. Inside devotees are calling to each other, pujaris are
chanting, commanding money, and ordering devotees about. Everyone is pushing his or
her way in, trying to get darshan, a look form the Devi herself. A blessing, and a boon
from Vindhyavaisini. I am told to come directly to the murthi, the statue, which is
considered alive, and the embodiment of the Devi, by my pujari. I give him the puja
offerings though the gate which surrounds her. I am pushed and shoved to the front of the
line, and into the chamber where she stands. I bow to her feet, and then look deeply into
her eyes. She is black with large eyes shaped like an owl’s. She is adorned in flowers, a
gold sari, and other jewels. Time stops here, and for a moment I am taken out of this
experience, and transported. Where I have no idea, there exists some recognition, a
reflection of something beyond time and space. I want to linger here, to live here in this
home.
The pujari inside chants my name, where I am from, and goes through the
ritualistic, although mundane and repetitious procedure. I want to take my time here, but I
know that I have less than a minute to enjoy being in her presence. In my mind I praise
her, and am humbled by her, who has no name, who is transcendent, Adyaashakti. This
is the place where I am between the worlds. I leave the world of the profane, and enter
one of blissful devotion, and this devotion is also of myself. I become that which I am
propitiating. I am both the offering and the offerer. I bow to that which is inside and
Suddenly, as if bolted back to the reality of the profane I hear the words of the
pujari of the temple. “One hundred rupees.” I know it is proper to give donation, dana at
the end of the ritual. I also know the appropriate price that Indians pay. It is ten rupees. I
give 100 rupees because this is a special puja. The priest asks for 100 more. I have
already given, and I will not give more. Immediately, I am taken out of the space and
hurled into the world of the profane. Bickering over money, as if this is appropriate in the
temple. But here, it is common, and the frustration that comes with this feeling is part of
the blessing. As Cynthia Ann Humes writes in her piece; Vindhyavasisi, Local Goddess
It seems that every step in one’s visit to the Vindhyachal temple there is a
someone to pay and something to purchase. Here the business of religion
is intricately subdivided, with pilgrims milked for every possible paisa
throughout. That this religious site has commercial dimensions is not
unique; from early times, Hindu temple, have functioned as economic
centers. As at many North Indian temples, the right to prosper from ritual
acts performed for pilgrims is the hereditary “property” of the guides and
the pundits they authorize. xxiii
To have the vision to be in all worlds at once is the view of the spiritual pilgrim.
In an attempt to understand what seems like contradictions within the spiritual paradigm,
appropriate for the temple, and what is not. As Marcia Eliade explains in the Sacred and
the Profane; “For the nonreligious man, all vital experiences – wether sex or eating, work
or play - have been desacralized. This means that all these physiological acts are
I am flustered at the request of the priest, and feel exploited, yet am aware of the game
and the rules of which is the game is played. I give a stern “ney” to him, and am ushered
out of the inner sanctum with the rest of the devotees, holding their prasaad. As I am
pulled out of the inner sanctum, I realize the lila I experience is also part of this game. As
if to show me not to be too attached to one form or another, Devi is the constant cosmic
trickster.
A bit stunned and dazed, I am reunited with my pundit for hire. He wants to leave
immediately, so as to get another client I suppose, but I motion to him that I want to stay.
He makes the appropriate gesture, as if he understands, and leaves me. I am again alone,
and relieved to have this experience without being rushed about. I scurry to the other
I circumambulate one more time around the inner sanctum, dogging sweepers
with palms outstretched, drummers, beggers, more pundits, and others beckoning for my
attention. In addition, there are Indian pilgrims staring with an inquisitive eye. Some as if
to say, “Are you lost? How did you find your way here?”; or “What are you doing here?”
“Where are you from?” All without words. Although I wonder if this is projection, I also
know there is truth in their curiosity. I sometimes wonder the same thing.
Then I find it, the Kali temple inside the complex. I step inside the temple, and the
young pujari beckons me forth. “Kali.” He tells me, as if I didn’t already know. Her
tongue red as blood protrudes from her face, as if that is all that she wants you to see. Her
eyes are fixed on me, as I bow to her. Say my mantra, and blessings at her feet. I am out
of flowers or prasaad, so I put some donation at her feet. The pujari gives me the jala, the
water which she is washed with, which I put to my lips, and then wash over my head. He
gives me a tikka, on my forehead, and I bow to her once more as I leave full, and
grateful. The Kali inside of Vindhyachal is in the south, and the part of laghu triokona
yatra, or smaller triangle circuit, while the Saraswati is placed in the west.
The next temple I go on the Ksetra is Kali Khoha, or Kali’s cave. This is the
Kali temple of the Tri-devi. Not only are the tri-devi found to be represented in the three
temples, (Vindhyachal, Asthbhuja, and Kali Khoha) however inside each of the temples
the three forms of the goddesses are represented as well. I approach the Kali temple, and
am greeted by a human Hanuman perched in the tree. The 3-D version smiles at me, and
says “Namaste” as I approach. I wonder about how many he as greeted at his post.
Hanuman, being the one cross over god between Shivite and Vaisnavite traditions, and is
often found in such temples. The reasoning is that he is the faithful disciple and devotee
of Ram, and was born with the aid of Shiva.xxv I am not exactly prepared for the life-like
orange monkey man-god, so I bow in his general direction, give him an friendly and
respectful “namaste” and continue to walk toward the puja offerings. There are black
lemors that have made a home for this temple. They are generally non-aggressive, unlike
their cousins the makaws who can be ruthless, and nasty. They do expect some food
however, and so I buy some and feed them before I enter the temple.
There are much fewer people here. I feel more relaxed, and equally excited to
get a glimpse of the Kali murthi. I get in line, and am called into the inner sanctum. I
immediately drop to the ground in front of Her. I open my eyes to stare deeply into her’s.
Her toungue is deep red offset by the blackness of her body. Adorned with flowers, and
the gold nose ring she is the infinite reminding me of my own divinity. Everything inside
is red, the light, the color reflected off of the walls, the kullum color of the powder. I give
my offering, and leave the inner sanctum. Around the corner there are several other
attractions. A drummer holds a steady beat of the temple drum, and asks for donations.
There is a light kept lit by a pujari who wants an offering to be made. I take the flame
into my body, and give an amount that he is displeased with. (This tradition of
maintaining a light at the temple, is a new tradition imposed upon a scripture, which
supports it.) There are many newly adopted “traditions” considering Hinduism is a fully
evolving and growing fluid wealth of ritual. In this case there is no Hinduism to speak of.
Another new tradition so to speak is the tying of the string upon a post, or wire, that the
Devi will take away all evils, and protect you. I tie my string, make my last offering and
go outside. Behind the temple is a well, where the water is so pure it is believed to cure
any sickness. (I wished my faith was strong enough to believe this). I decide to skip a sip
from the well, and move on. Behind the Kali temple is where the sacrificial rituals are
performed. Over a hundred years ago English have written about the site as where the
Thugees a sect of devi worshippers were said to even sacrifice people. Although Singh
disputes this to be the case,xxvi its reputation lives on. Nevertheless, there is an established
place for tantric practitioners to hold ritual, and have been for quite some time. xxvii
The third extant of the tri-devi experience is the Asthbhuja temple, where the
goddess is worshipped in the form of Saraswati. This form, many believe is the same
reference given in the Devi Mahatmya, the “eight – armed” image of Maha Saraswati
who represents speech in the form of the power of progeny. Ashtabula is about 3.3 km
west from Vindhyavashini temple, and the image herself faces northwest towards Kali,
who is the first image one meets as they enter the temple.
I descend into the inner sanctum, as the temperature cools, the entranceway
narrows into a single passageway. I am reminded of other temples where one descends
into the cave, into the garbha, or the womb of the goddess, both physically and mentally.
The analogy is not lost on the Hindu ideology. Where there are often temples to gods on
top of mountains, the caves are almost entirely represented by goddesses. I go to receive
dashan from the cave where the mother is in the form of a pini, the earth itself. Again the
connection with earth, and spirit I am longing for is once satiated. Feeling a sense of
serene complete, and with peace in my heart, I leave the place of the Vindhyas.
WHY VINDYACHALA? PILGRIMAGE WITHIN A PILGRIMAGE
I have chosen to use Vindhyachal as the central pilgrimage site in this paper
“machine” a yantra is a device used in tantric worship of a deity, and each goddess has
their own yantra which is invoked as that goddess herself. Like a mandala it’s a sacred
geometrically ordered design. The proximity of the tri-devi as Laxmi, Saraswati, and Kali
are laid out in a triange form, in relationship to the shiva lingims. (See Table 4) In the
center there is the bindu, which is the navel of the yantra. At presend the circluar round
The location of the three goddess shrines and three Siva lingams together
make a hexagram (Fig. 9)- a cosmogram symbolizing 'the continuity of
creation and the existence. The two forms of triangles also symbolize the
phallus (linga, male) and vulva (yoni, female), thus the interaction of the
two results into creation'. In the context of man-environment relationship,
the six points, according to Tantric theory refer to the six vital centers
(cakras) of the body. The two positions (up, and down) of the triangles
also show two forms of relationships between humanity and environment-
value and operation. In each case an angle represents a particular attribute:
physical, social and spiritual as the basic attributes of value system; and
ideology, needs and actions as components of the operational system.
These two systems working together represent the human lifeworld.xxviii
Singh has even documented these positions using a GPS system, and has mapped their
coordinates (See Table 1). In addition, not only is Asthbhuja considered a shakti pitha
site, the pilgrimage is also considered a microcosm of the entirety of shakti pithas.xxix
Commonly there are three basic social devices in Hindu mythologies for
visualization and experiencing the paradox of eternity, time and space, viz.
mantra (related to sound), tantra (related to rituals), and yantra (related to
design). In many cases, the whole holy territory surrounding a main goddess
shrine converges into a sacredscape and delineated by the yantra (e.g.
Vindhyachala) which may be called as 'landscape cosmogram'. The yantra in
itself is a cosmogram, and represents the components of 'self-organizing
principle' of universe where order and disorder, cosmos and chaos work together
in functioning of the cosmic geometry. This is exemplified by the study of
Vindhyachala Kshetra , “the sacred territory of Vindhyachal”.
In order to understand more full the significance of this pilgrimage site, one must
know the history of the shakti pithas. A‘shakti pitha’ site is one of the places where the
goddess Sati’s body parts fell over the Indian sub continent. Depending upon the different
texts, written at different times throughout history of India, there are different numbers of
pitha sites (illustrated in Table 3 and Table 4 compiled by Singh). Before and until the 9th
century, CE there were 51 pitha sites established. After the 17th century the number
extends to 108, but many of the last are symbolic, lacking a definite place, (See Table 4).
Purana, and the Bhagavata Purana. She originally appears in the Harivamsa Purana, an
addition to the Mahabarata, (200-500 CE.). One of the temples of the complex,
The essence of the story about the “shakti pithas” centers around the destruction
of the goddess Sati, the wife of Siva, as her body was dismembered and fell all over the
subcontinent. This reflects India itself being the goddess. According to Singh, “By this
process of spatial manifestation of divine body and its association with the sacred places,
the Indian subcontinent has been sacralised in the form of Motherland ('Bharata-
Mata').”xxx
In the case of the Shakti Pitha sites the pilgrimage concept is multifaceted. On the
one hand, there is the symbolic representation of the goddess which is India itself,
(extending from Tibet to Pakistan, from Sri Lankha, to Nepal), and the actual places
which hold significance. In many of the most famous and older pitha sites, as many
famous places tend to be, the goddess figure was originally a local goddess, or
indigenous goddess, either located at that particular location, or one in proximity. In these
respects the place was known for its sacred quality long before the Sati story was told.
Places such as these pithas have the according to Beane, the power to render the
He continues to write;
The Vindhyachala Ksetra is the perfect example of nested systems of sacred time-space.
Not only is there a physical yantra beign created by travelling to the sites, one is also
The actual murthi, (the goddess embodied idol), Vindhyachala Devi, is believed
to be moved from its “orginal” (indigenous) location and the temple built around it.
When I visited the shrines with Professor Singh, he showed us the site where from the
hilltop three of the holy shrines come into alignment. Here, he said is also where the
famous saint, Ananda Mayi Ma used to come and spend time every year. She would
meditate in a cave under what is now and AnandaMayi ashram near the Asthbhuja
Temple. There still sits two shrines in this place. In the traditional Hindu culture, the
shrine is often associated with a sacred tree. In this case it’s a Neem tree, which is a
sacred medicinal tree, and one, which is said the goddess would come to at night with her
consort. If you ask the local people who they are worshiping under the tree goddess is
they would say, “Kayayani” and if you ask the Brhamanical priests, they would say
“Stitila Devi”. Who is right? They both are. India is the place where there is a lot of room
for difference of opinion. However, this also points to the discrepancies we see when one
The temple itself according to local belief, was made in 1589, however according
Kshetra has been a rich area where traces of late Stone Age and pre-historical settlements
are noticed (cf. Agrawal, 1987: 1-21), however in the central part, presently referring to
the Trikona (''triangle'') territory, there are no such sites.”xxxiii The actual goddess Singh
believes, is also much older than this date. He writes; “It is also believed that
Vindhyavashini is one among the most ancient of Hindu goddesses and she has an
important role in the rise of Hindu theology of the Great Goddess.” xxxiv According to
Sircar, “The antiquity of the worship of this goddess is proved by the fact that, according
to Vakpatiraja’s Gaudhavha, king Yashovarman (c. 730-53 CE) offered his homage to
Devi Vindyavaisani in connection with his expedition for the conquest of the
quarters.”xxxv She then appears in works such as Harivamsha Purana, (200-500 CE), the
Devi Mahatmya, ( 300-600 CE), as the Candi of the Markendeya Purana. In the Devi
Mahatmya there is a direct quote referring to the goddess who lives in the Vindhiyas.
“When the twenty-eighth age has arrived during the period of Avaisvsvata Manu, two
other great asuras, Sumbha and Nisumbha will be born. Then born from the womb of
Yasoda, in the home of cowherd Nanda, and dwelling on the Vindhya mountains, I will
destroy them both.”xxxvi However, as Donna Jordan points out, politically, local
indigenous goddesses may have been include in the Devi Mahatmya in order to be
absorbed by the Brahmanical paradigm. In doing so, her followers are also a part of that,
and the Brahmins gain more political power. Donna Jordan states; “Because of the
Brhamanical synthesis involved collapsing all the goddesses of the subaltern peoples into
the amalgamated Puranic Durga, the ugra goddess lost all autonomy and original identity
as tribal protectress and fertility goddess. often of the wild head hunting tribes, and her
essence was incorporated almond with all the other goddesses as Durga (or Candi, a form
of Durga) and given Bhramanic Siva as her husband.” xxxvii It is perfectly sensible to
believe that once this original place was worshipped by many pre-Brhamanical local
indigenous cultures, and then adopted into the larger goddess pantheon, due to the history
of the surrounding area, as well as the reputation for the sacrificial rituals that the
Man himself was not a mere reasoning animal, but a soul in constant relation
with God and with the constant Divine cosmic powers. The soul’s continued
existence was a cyclic or upward process from birth to birth; human life was
the summit of an evolution, which terminated in the conscious Spirit, every
stage of that life a step in a pilgrimage. – Sri Aurobindoxxxviii
pilgrimage in any of his major works, or letters. The father of Integral Spirituality,
Integral Yoga, and all things integral never mentioned the act of pilgrimage, or yatra, as a
path in and of itself. He does refer to the pilgrimage of the human life, and lifetimes as
we merge closer with the Divine. In a way this surprises me, having had such visceral
experiences while embarking on a journey. Neither Aurobindo nor the Mother would
have needed to participate for his or her own spiritual growth, yet what a lovely practice
of Integral Yoga! The Vital, Physical, and the Mental all coming together in devotional
unity, while we walk the sacred time and space of the macrocosm in the act of
the integral Yoga. (As long as the practitioner does not become fixed on one god or
I can only end this paper how I began it. What is it within myself, or this soul’s
pilgrimage that has me physically leaving my place of birth and traveling around the
world to engage in this spiritual discourse? Am I any further to the Truth I seek? Am I
caught in some lila with the goddess, is she having a good laugh at my expense? Yes,
this may all be true, and if it is so be it. What I do know is my deep need of connection
with the earth is satisfied when I am walking in her path. My need to feel included in a
spiritual quest is also satisfied. There is a convergence, and a confluence of feelings that
become integrated. “By pilgrimage one can experience earth spirit, one can learn the way
of healing the earth and reciprocally to heal oneself, the deep values of understanding,
and ultimately knowing ourselves in the context of cosmological identity-resulting into
the evolution and existence of faithscape.”xl Perhaps it is that will of nature emerging
from within wanting to reunite with the all, with itself that is keeping me aligned with
this path. Perhaps it is the will that the Divine be more manifest in the world and acts
through me.
I ask myself; “Where is the point when I won’t need to embark on these
adventures? When I will recognize each place as sacred, all those around me part of the
same journey, walking in solidarity, without separation in all areas of contending?” The
answer comes in pieces of information when I walk these paths, and other times I feel
less connected. Until the time when I no longer need this question, I am bound to walk,
to pray, to offer devotion, to that which ultimately has neither form, nor any location in
particular.
I hope that the journey continues for all pilgrims with each step may it continue,
with each vow, with each time we awaken to sacred reality of all place and space, the
reuniting of the inner being with that which appears external. As Gutpa translates from
the Skanda Purana, “Truth, forgiveness, control of senses, kindness to all living beings
Holy site Latitude Lat. 25°N & Longitude Long. E 82° &
0° N 0’ 0” E 0° 0’ 0”
1. Vindhyavashini Devi 25.1645 9 52.08 82.5061 30 22.08
2. Kali (Khoha) Devi 25.1542 9 15.00 82.4843 29 03.66
3. Asthabhuja Devi 25.1635 9 48.54 82.4738 28 25.86
4. Vanakhandishvara Siva 25.1609 9 39.48 82.5050 30 18.00
5. Mukteshvara Siva 25.1565 9 23.40 82.4613 27 40.68
6. Rameshvara Siva 25.1661 9 58.02 82.4883 29 17.82
7. Anandamayi Ashrama 25.1617 9 42.06 82.4848 29 05.52
8. Naga Kupa 25.1581 9 29.40 82.5203 31 13.14
(Source : Based on GPS survey using Garmin-75 on 10th January 1998 by Prof. John
M. Malville, USA)
NOTE: Nos. 101 to 108 are the archetypal representation, not the place. And, *109-110
are the extra. Unidentified sites : 9, 20, 28, 30, 32, 33, 34, 41, 47, 68, 76, 92, 96, and 99.
(Sources : Matsya Purana, 13.26--56; Devi Bhagavata Purana, 7.30.55--84; Padma
Purana - Sristikhanda, 17; Pranatoshini Tantra, p. 236; cf . Sirkar, 1973 : 24-31;
Tirthanka , 1957 : 513--514 ).
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NOTES
i
Aurobindo, Savitri, p 622
ii
American Heritage Dictionary. New York, NY: American Heritage Publishing Co. 1969
iii
Erndl, Kathleen M. Is Shakti Empowering for Women? Reflections on Feminism and
the Hindu Goddess. p. 91
iv
See Braud and Anderson. “This method, developed by Clark Moustakas and his
coworkers, aims to provide a comprehensive, vivid accurate, and essential depiction of an
experience derived from the investigator’s rigorous and intensive self-searching and from
the expications of others. This topic is familiar and significant to the investigator. The
investigator totally and lengthily immerses herself or himself in the process of
understanding the experience from all possible perspectives.” Pp. 265-66
v
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schrödinger%27s_cat, October, 23 2006
vi
Streng, Edrich. P. 32
vii
Ibid.
viii
Aasad, Talal p. 12
ix
See Eliade, p. 183
x
See Singh p. 1
xi
Gupta, p.4
xii
Ibid.
xiii
Ibid. p. 5
xiv
See Eliadae, p. 41
xv
Singh, p. 1
xvi
Ibid.
xvii
Ibid, p.18
xviii
Ibid p. 2
xix
See Eliadae p. 11
xx
See Singh, p.2
xxi
Ibid. p.18
xxii
Aurobindo, Savitri, p. 181
xxiii
Humes, p. 59
xxiv
Elliadae, p. 168
xxv
Singh, (personal interview, March 13th, 2008)
xxvi
See Singh, p.10 The remark that '' Kali Khoha was a central temple of the so-called
thugs (''deceivers'') who supposedly for centuries murdered naive travelers and
subsequently dedicated a portion of their plunder to Kali '' (Humes, 1996 : 73) is a
hyperbolic and superficial statement based only on British diaries; without a clear
reference to this area the incidence was superimposed at this site. In the line of British
colonial approach projecting India as uncivilized culture (cf. Chakravarti, 1997: 1-22),
this is an example of contemporary persistent attempt of a western scholar to promote
hatred against Indian tradition, and to discourage the pilgrimage-tourism. Based only an
Sleeman's letter under an assumed name to the Calcutta Literary Gazette (1830) which
mentions that ''Kali's temple at Bindachul.....is constantly filled with murderers from
every quarter of India....., who go there to offer up in person a share of the booty they
have acquired from their victims strangled in the annual excursions'', such strange
conclusion is derived!
xxvii
Ibid. West to the main complex is a small shrine of Bhutanatha (Bhairava) and
Bramha Deva (an image of defiled Brahmin) where the left-wing follower devotees
perform their special rituals and exorcism (called as black magic) during autumn-nights
associated to goddess.
xxviii
Ibid. 14
xxix
Singh, (personal interview. March 13th, 2008)
xxx
Singh, p. 3
xxxi
Beane, p. 204
xxxii
Ibid. 206
xxxiii
Singh, p. 8
xxxiv
Ibid. 131
xxxv
Sircar p. 20
xxxvi
DM 40-42
xxxvii
Jordan, p. 80
xxxviii
See Aurobindo, A Defense of Indian Culture, p.218
xxxix
Aurobindo, “But while it is difficult for man to believe in something unseen within
himself, it is easy for him to believe in something which he can image as extraneous to
himself. The spiritual progress of most human beings demands an extraneous support, an
object of faith outside of us.
xl
Singh, p.18
xli
Gupta, p. 2
xlii
Singh p. 3
xliii
See Singh, A Spiritual and Cultural Guide, p. 80
xliv
Singh p. 4