Lust arises from the wounds. Rage arises for our wounds. Rage promises to protect. Rage, when directed outwards, wounds. Rage’s promise to protect is false. Since your wound is my wound.

Wounds make it scary for our body to be alone. The body struggles to regulate itself alone. Out of that emerges a bodily desire to be with a nurturing presence. The Feminine nurtures. Whether that be in a woman, a man or an innocent child, the Feminine nurtures.

Bodies meet. Lust is born. Rage follows as Lust’s twin. Both directed outwards. Abuse. The cycle perpetuates.

Shiva was deep in meditation atop Mt. Kailasa. The other Gods wanted him to beget progeny. They ask the God of Lust, Kamadeva, to disturb his penance.

Kamadeva floats into the Himalayas. Spring erupts in her full glory. Fragrant flowers blossom. Their honeyed scents drift gently in the air. Birds sing. Deer dance. Life flows fully.

Kamadeva aims his arrow tinged with Eros at Shiva. Shiva opens his Third Eye and Kamadeva is immolated instantly. The Sanskrit word for what happens to Kamadeva is भस्म |

Listen to my attempt at pronouncing the word and you might get a glimpse of the energy of the swiftness of the extinguishing of Kamadeva.

Shiva channeled all his Rage through his Third Eye inwards & भस्म‘d his Lust. The extinguished Lust emerged through the pores of his skin as holy ash.

Lust is naturally oriented outwards towards the aspects of humans that are just Illusory objects. This is where objectification happens. It’s not that the humans themselves are objects but that Lust succumbs to the Illusory sheaths of the humans and misses their human essence. The energy of Rage, when lovingly channeled, to meet Lust, they भस्म into Nothingness.