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Krishna's Anus

Good old Hinduism.

Among worshipers of Krishna, it's said that the Braj Mandal, the landscape around the holy city of Vrindavana—site of Krishna's childhood and youthful escapades with the gopis—is a physical incarnation of the god himself.

A god incarnate in a landscape. Surely there's something that any pagan can understand.

In his Vraja Bhakti Vilasa, Narayan Bhatt gets even more specific. Such-and-so a place is Krishna's nose, over here his left eye. And so on and so on.

Karhela and Kamai have the good fortune to be the god's two buttocks. (And how many times haven't I said, “That guy has the butt of a god”?)

His penis is Kurnabam. (Lucky Kurnabam.) Oddly enough, no testicles are reported, which—for a highly-sexed god like Krishna—seems pretty unlikely.

But, of all places, Krishnakshipana has the honor of being Krishna's anus.

Well, this is, after all, a divine anus. Still, one wonders how the residents of Krishnakshipana might feel about such a designation. One suspects that the determination was probably not made by someone from Krishnakshipana.

By someone formerly from Krishnakshipana, possibly.

Foreign as such a concept might seem to some, it's something any witch—known to witch-hunters far and wide for our “acts of anal adoration” (J. M. Cooper)—can readily understand. In Old Craft, we even have a saying for it.

All parts of the Master are sweet and good.

 

 

David L. Haberman (1994). Journey Through the Twelve Forests: An Encounter with Krishna. Oxford.

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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