A Prayer to Mahakali, to awaken in us the Aryan temper lost through the ages and burning somewhere in our depths.

Kali, my Mother, dwell in us as the violent Transmutress,

protect our thought from the invading forces of fear, keep it still upon Thee,

yet dynamic like an arrow that blazes through the object

or like a lightning that strikes through the maze of human fear and weakness.

Awaken in us the formidable spirit of the Aryan,

Thy warrior-soul who minds not death

or defeat or calamity

but worships Thee even in the hour of his peril.

In a word, to bear the pressure of Thy descent into our nature

and be transformed into a divine warrior of Thy inscrutable Spirit.

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