People talk a lot about "aghori"
People talk a lot about “aghori” because it’s a hype for many. How many understand what it really is? An existence that dissolves in void. The shiv that belongs to cremation ground, one that is not polished, not safe. The lord that belongs to the grey- the beginning and end, the lord of ashes, smoke of the burning bodies and the howling eerie wind. He is astray and stray, he is where the world looks away. He resides in the flame that burns away the body, the remains and the bones …the deep silence that follows ..and in everything that you fear. Aghor shiv doesn’t come to decorate anything, he is here to strip life, your clothes, your layers of ego and the “I” you cling to …until only truth remains. Selfishness binded with layers of ego cannot see him, those who care just for their existence and ignore all that breathe. Shiva resides in the first and last breathe, waiting for cycles of reincarnations to reveal the ultimate truth, the reality. The cremation ground is not outside, its inside you where you churn your food, your heart where feelings come and go, it’s a place inside you, where attachments come to live and die gradually. One who recognises the cremation within, turns every illusion of self into ash. Only few souls walk this path, the ones who are no longer fooled by the world. The aghors are the ones whose hearts ache for the absolute, they don’t fear to lose everything in the process. Shiva is the only home they have, for a soul that cannot settle for the world on the condition of it. Yet, the world fears him, the broken seek into him, and the ones ready to die, before they did. Long for him and he accepts them without bifurcation…all those who are not accepted and are outcast belong to him. The ashes on the body reminds that everything we cling to is temporary.
