14.11.2025
S: There is a story about Ganesha’s wisdom. Would you hear it?
A: Tell.
S: Memory will have to serve. Storytelling like in the old days, with its flaws and imperfections, with its improvised nature. The retelling of the stories.
A: Save the preamble. It is me.
S: There is a conflict between the sons of the Mother Goddess. The brothers agree to traverse the universe to settle the point. The one without knowledge, he whips his way all around everywhere in feverish haste. With no thought and awareness.
A: And Ganesha?
S: I have piqued your interest, I see. Ganesha with the elephant’s wise head, he makes the circuit around the forms of the god and the Mother Goddess. This is the universe entire. And more.
A: I hear the capital in the Mother. Why never in the man?
S: She is power. I am her son and her lover. I am God myself.
A: I know what will come next. The interpretation.
S: When my grandfather would tell me the stories, he would ask me at the end what it meant. Every time I interpret something, it is the demand from my grandfather. The desire to fulfill the learning.
A: Go then.
S: The hothead, he does not know where his feet are at. But Ganesha? He knows his own origin. The Mother Goddess, she made him from the dead skin of her body that she rubbed off from her bath. His elephant’s head? It came from his father, Shiva. It is the origin that determines our journeys around the universe.
A: And what else?
S: Standing before him is the body of the Mother Goddess, radiant in its beauty. Remember, this is the idol of India, imbued with sexual passion and which arouses the desire of the son-lover, the bhakti. It is her body that stands at the center of creation. You spend your whole life circling around it to finally find your destination. The body of the Mother, that is fate. That is destiny.
A: You can never be free of the Mother?
S: Would you want to be? Without the Mother there is nothing. The non-universe. The human universe, the Indian universe, this is the Mother. She is Power. She is Love. She is Form. She is the centre and she is the periphery. She is the Inside and the Outside. Who can know her love but her son? This is wisdom.