Oh Matangi,Green of complexionYou glisten like an Emerald in the rain.You accept all our impurities,You are the heart Chakra that openly receivesthe leftovers that we have to offer,the ones that are no use to anyone but you.To you we can bring our shame and our pain,You can hear our broken refrain!You are the one who Loves like no other.Not only do you Love in the sweet scented places,But you Love in the rotting flesh of yesteryear.You never withhold your Love.To you we bow.


Matangi is the Outcast Goddess. She is the woman who does not align to conventional standard. Not that she is a rebel who rages against the machine of modernity.

Matangi is not against convention. It’s just that she does not abide by its restrictive codes. Her vision extends beyond the bounds of normality. Matangi is not a woman with something to prove.

She doesn’t scoff at the ways of ignorance and injustice. Matangi is possessed of an equal vision that accepts all as it is. The Shakti of her vision is put towards the out-of-bound mysteries.

When we oppose something strongly, we give a big portion of our Shakti to it and end up depleted… or we might find ourselves ever in a position of grinding the axe of our power upon the blunt edges of that which we oppose. An axe can only take so much grinding until there is nothing left of it.

All opposition ends with Matangi. She brings us to the vision of empowered innocence.


Green is the colour of my true loves heart,
She’s ever fresh, she’s middle end and start,
Her love grows and grows,
Her waters ever flow,
With a love so evergreen,
She ever forgets what has once been,
She flows like a stream,
A green Moonbeam,
& the offering of her forbidden door,
Is just so much to adore.

Matangi teaches us to take back our Shakti, to take her back into the corners of our heart that have grown barren and dry. The heart that rejects nothing is under her blessed teaching. 

Whether the Shakti be mental, emotional or physical, Matangi teaches us to un-invest our life force from the codes of societal, ancestral, spiritual and moral forms that they may be bound-up with.

As we bring our Shakti away from standards and constraining codes that have been imposed on raw nature, we discover such a vast amount of Shakti that can launch us into her uncharted waters. 

Waters oozing with forbidden and denied secrets, so deep, green, slimy and alive with the stench of the Goddesses’ secrets.

Matangi unfolds the green vision of the wild Soul in the sea of her eternity.

 If the worship is sincere, Matangi can be worshiped by any means.

She is often worshiped with leftover food scraps and normally taboo items and forms of devotion. 

Ucchishta means polluted. This is usually taken to mean scraps and leftovers, but it encompasses all that is considered dirty, forbidden, unclean and unholy.

If we make contact with the Shakti of Matangi, she delivers us from notions of good and bad, she brings an empowered acceptance of the way things really are, and helps us to resign the seat of judgement. Judging and compartmentalizing reality may have been indoctrinated since the beginning of days. The defense and fear impulse may have reached an exaggerated degree and created a safety box from which not to stray. Defining good and bad, spiritual and non spiritual, high and low, dark and light, high vibration, low vibration limits our awareness to the safety box of barren being. The walls of the box keep us from seeing the fearless infinite Shakti that is Matangi. 

In the box her vision do we miss,

However will we meet her kiss?

To make love with her, as her,

in the place where the form does blur

so wild and free,

to know infinity 

Matangi is the potent spiritual sphere of consciousness that accepts all things. 

If we are truly to learn her lesson, we must step into the empowered stance of accepting all things. Lips of the heart open to the surprise of fearlessness.

Matangi is no docile victim. She is an intensely Ugra Devi (fearsome Goddess). 

Her stance is so empowered that everything is accepted by her. 

Nothing oppresses her, nothing aggravates her, with nothing to resist or to be aggravated she is the pure wild feminine witch of the ages.

Matangi has double the force of anything that upholds a standard.

Structures and heritage might seem to hold power, but the very inflexibility of their form, snaps and wilts to flaccid impotence at her very gaze.


Finding Matangi within, is the empowering of the Heart Chakra. 

The Heart Chakra resonates at the Green frequency,  just like Matangi, who too is green.

Her colour signifies the full power of the wild heart. 

Hers is not a heart with an agenda or a preference.

Her heart loves all equally.

Anything offered with sincerity pleases Matangi. 

That which is rotting and unholy pleases Matangi. 

She accepts a pearl and ruby necklace just as readily as a bone on a string. 

If the bone has rotting flesh upon it, Matangi accepts it just as much as she would a box of exclusive pralines in the shape of sugary skulls and caramel hearts.

The sincerity and devotion of what is offered to her, becomes the most important thing when approaching Matangi. 

What is offered is of little consequence, it is the force behind the offering.

She is not a woman to be flattered or bought.

When we approach her worship. We are made to look at the fancies within us that take delight at flattery, and the parts of us are ready to jump like a puppy if we are given what we like.

In her ritual work, we are asked:
Which parts of us become pleased at praise and honour?
Which parts of us like to be told what we want to hear?
Matangi might be the only woman to tell us what we do not want to hear. 
Sometimes the truth is best left alone because truth can hurt?


Matangi is the Goddess who is actually pleased when we offer her the parts of our soul that are no longer edible… the parts that are kept hidden and out of sight (even perhaps to ourselves), perhaps in shame, perhaps in blame, hidden in a code of rotten refrain.

The hidden parts carry a profound power, the more repressed, the greater their power becomes.

Hidden repressed things become a cause of perversion and sickness. 

The repressed, underground forces start to rule us unless they are brought to the heart. Matangi carries to us the teaching of bringing repressed things to the healing sanctuary of the evergreen sacred heart.

Matangi is the Woman who accepts all with an evergreen heart.

Those parts of us that are old and rotting and are offered to Matangi in her Rituals.

If we have habits that are standing in the way of our progress and polluting our lives and love, Matangi is the Goddess who opens the trapdoor and shows us a way to work with, and handle the noxious eruptions of the soul.

If our health and relationships are not in flow, then Matangi happily takes the old scraps that rott away and pollute the sacred heart, that is, if we even offer them to her.

The old scraps in our soul might be something we come to oppose, whether we call it the shadow, the ego, or the devil to be conquered and destroyed, it amounts to the same thing. 

If the power of our old scraps and wounds of soul is not reclaimed, it can lead to addictions. Addiction does not only mean addiction to substances, overwork, and the usual things we might associate it with. 

Addiction also pertains to holding tight to a particular set of beliefs and modes of behaviour.

The need for drama is a subtle addiction, perhaps one that is quenched through relationships and even movies.

Being driven to action out of necessity is a subtle form of addiction that we might nurture and justify as a wholesome one, because it is in pursuit of good things. Anything that comes with a drive is the very opposite of freedom, and so it could be classed as an addiction.

Often our addictions and unhealthy habits are difficult to release.

On the one hand they are defences that can provide a distraction from facing our inner wounds, and on the other hand, they are often a source of shame and may be kept hidden and secret – even from ourselves.


Matangi blesses our shame with the Hand of a healing mother.

Matangi gladly takes our rotting pollution if we but handle it enough to offer it to her. 

She is the heart mother so green, deep in the compassionate heart that we all carry in our breast, there we find her waiting.

She stands like a mirror that reflects the inherent power within things. 

Those places which we might see as being the very opposite of power and life, might actually be the ones where it is most present?

To face her, is to face ourselves in the most stagnant of places.

With Matangi, there is no moving around the issue,

there is no escape from oneself,

there is no rising above or dropping below,

there is only – going to the Heart of the matter.


Matangi is a shameless outcast Goddess.

All so-called Taboos are looked at easily by her emerald green eyes.

Taboo is not even a word in the vocabulary of her heart.

Her heartland knows neither restriction nor rebellion.

It is the land of embracing vision.

She is the outcast Goddess who isn’t offered a place in polite society,

but without her, polite society insidiously pollutes itself in an unseen manner.

“You may come to me in happiness
Or you may come to me in grief
You may come to in your deepest faith
You may come in disbelief.”

L. Cohen – Lover Lover Lover

Just as the lyrics above express. 

Matangi does not care how we come to her. 

Her lesson is that we even attempt to come to her at all.

Whether we come to her in filthy rags, or whether we come to her in royal dress. Matangi is the true heart that will take and bless whatever we have to offer.


The focus and spirit of Matangi ritual, is to offer to her the Ucchishta elements within us to the altar of the sacred heart.

When we release the Ucchishta, which may have become the foundation of our being, and the cause of our many impulses and pursuits, we discover a secret world of vision beyond the familiar.

This is the secret vision of Matangi.

Giving up ourselves is a radical undertaking that has radical consequences and rewards. 

It is not something that can necessarily be done in one fell swoop. 

The techniques of Tantra gradually loosen solidified psychic matter and offers us way to release the structures and edifices of the constructed self. 

The possibility to find the Ucchishta (Hidden rotting areas within our soul) is supported by the ritual worship and practices of Matangi.

Her very nature is to loosen-up our psychic nature.

Matangi is the destabilising force of Shakti that challenges the established order if the soul.


Matangi reveals the unadulterated soul beyond all constructs. 

Our personal history, might have gathered with an onward rolling snowball effect that continues to roll in the direction of familiarity and established order.

The snowball of our being might be built of many things collected and strengthened by our personal history.

Our experience of being may echo within the Karmic resonance of an established structure.

Some of the structures of our soul might be built of and redundant obsolete things that have come to fix our character and reality? 

We might have come to see that the structures of being sometimes hold us back in life and love. Tantric vision and applied practice, can reveal another order of being that extends unto an infinity beyond familiar and established personal structures of self. Relinquishing and healing our personal history is a liberating endeavor that make up many of the applied practices of the art and science of Tantra 

Matangi is the Heart that melts the snowball of the formulated self.

She offers a vast vision of what lays beyond the threshold of personal identity.

When personal history fades away, then the familiar self starts to vanish.

When the familiar self that we live with and within begins to fade away, then we have a vast amount of liberated energy which is no longer invested into the familiar structures of the self.

This liberated psychic energy is the power of Siddhi (magic)

This is the meaning behind why Matangi is called the Mother of Siddhi. 

She be the one who imparts magical power.

By release the grip we have upon the structures of the self, we might see the grip they have upon us.

The Tantric worship of Matangi is the movement towards the great encompassing heart so wild and free.

Hers is a heart that stands beyond and between all form.

Her vision is the vision of the all-inclusive Heart.

To join the ritual,
touch & be touched by the heart of Matangi

Hara Ring