The Divine Feminine
Out of work and most everything else, it just felt good to get together and create music, and a little bit of local legend. If you were kind you might call what we did in that building a form of performance art. But what it was, I think, was a series of invocations of some of the more powerful aspects of the Goddess: We were flirting with a number of goddesses back then. Chaos, Eris and Discordia were honored. But Kali was the goddess that demanded attention.
Consider the Book of the Goddess, by Anna Livia Plurabelle. (go through the link to the underworld for a FREE download of this inspirational work) sacred-texts.com
We were like pirates living just of the coast of the culture and we found the terrible aspects of Kali somehow consoling. In her triumph in desolation we found meaning in our own tenuous condition. We dedicated whole days to Her eminence... 'Blessed be Kali, Goddess of the Underworld; Skull-wreathed, terrible Goddess Death, destroyer of Universes;' But this was not a misery loves company thing. It was a celebration of our separation from the mainstream. We had joyously destroyed our past and now looked forward to a new world. And shortly, it would arrive. Like a tractor beam Kali Baba's drew from out of the surrounding neighborhoods a succession of interesting characters who found themselves coming through the back doors of the restaurant. Each had a story to tell or a song to sing. Each had a Lesson to teach or to learn. As Seth might describe it, 'At appropriate times in your experience, your Soul Family members become known to you. Serendipitously, synchronistically, they enter into your life.'