Yoni Mantra

Whatever is your problem, invoke Yoni.

Namo Yoniyayi Namo Yoniyayi Kundalinyayi Namo Namah

Note the addition of “yayi” after Yoni, makes it, the Yoni that is yours.

If you’re a man, it is the yoni of your shakti or woman or twin flame, which is exactly equal to the yoni of your mother from which you are born. From Yoni to Yoni we are born, die and are reborn in every spirit second or Kaal.

If you are a woman, it is your own Yoni you invoke. You are born from your own Yoni in the form of your mother, grandmother all the way to the first mother Yoni.

In the day I cried to God that because I am a yoni, I am made to cry, to suffer from cold without the protection and warmth of my man; running shelterless from place to place, struggling to protect myself from the eyes of those who would exploit my tenderness.

I cursed my body, the cause of all my problems, my feminity for being the attractor of all the r apists and torturers of my life.

I cursed my desire for love, my raging longing night and day for my Ed, because not a moment can I rest anywhere till I am with him in body as in soul.

Because of my body, because of this woman’s body, I am held hostage.

I begged and cried God to set me free from my body, from these breasts and womb and yoni, from this burning blood cells so I may not longer want him, or desire him, so I may not longer attract the demons lusting for my love, my blood, my fluids, my female soul.

But God showed me that that which I consider my curse, my ruin, my weakness, my vulnerability; it is where God himself is born from over and over.

It is the source of the entire Universe.

The desire which rises in me, the ever present longing for Ed, is what causes the existence of all the universe. It makes the birds sing, and mate, lay eggs and make more sweet birds. It makes the grass to come out of the earth season after season. It is the rain that gives life to all. It is why the Sun and Moon rise in joy every single day.

Don’t be afraid of anything. Our great mother, the great female lover of which we women are all little flames, she is the greatest power, as God of Gods is but her deep lover, and all creation is her own child wrapped around her little finger.

Play, or say this mantra, and cry and cry all you want. All the pain of separation you feel, cry to the Yoni. All compassion will create fires for you in far off places. The universe will come to your rescue.