А вот, прошу прощения, что на английском, мне ответил мой брамин.
По-честному пишу его противоположное моему мнение.
А именно о том, что нет разницы в пути к Богу из женского и мужского тела.
Другие мнения, так же по канонам, которые совпадают с моим я не привожу.
Их было 5. Всем задавал один и тот же вопрос.
Он пишет:
in hinduism there is no variation between male or female. there are several examples that female bodies are also reach to moksha without any hurdles . one of the great siva nayanarmars (the great siva devotees ) karaikkal ammmayar ( the female body ) was reach siva
И пример истории, которую он привёлю Я попросил ссылку на канон:
THE LADY OF KARAIKAL : Long ago, the sea port karaikal was the pride of the Bay of Bengal in trade. The rich and pious merchant Danadattan of this city was blessed with a female child. He named her Punithavathi- meaning holy maiden. She imbibed the devotional atmosphere of her natal home in her very veins and even at play she built toy temples and recited Shiva's name only. As she grew up into a lovely maiden, her marriage with Paramadattan was solemnised. Her father endowed her with enormous wealth. That pleased Paramadattan who entered his wedded life happily. One day Paramadattan was visited by some merchants in the way of business at his workplace. They presented him with two ripe mangoes. He sent them home to be served at his lunch. About this time a devotee of Shiva came to his house and Punithavathi wanted to host him lunch. Rice was already ready and the other condiments were not ready. She served rice and served the one of the mangos for the condiment. The devotee was satisfied and went him way. When Paramadattan came for the lunch that day, Punithavathi served the remaining mango to him. Since it was sweet Paramadattan asked for its pair. Punithavathi was in a dilemma and was frightened to tell him the truth that she had already served it to a hermit. On an impulse she prayed to Shiva and immediately a mango fell into her hands. This she served to Paramadattan. When he tasted it, he was flabbergasted. "Well, I don't think there is a fruit as sweet as this in all the three worlds. Are you sure this was the one given by the merchants?", he asked his wife. Punithavathi was an image of sincerity and truth. She had to tell the entire story. She recounted how she had given away a mango to a hungry devotee. When Paramadattan had asked for it, she had simply gone into the kitchen and prayed to shiva. His grace has flown into her hands as the ripe mango. Paramadattan was a complete materialist and he could not believe that miracles did still happen. His wife must be weaving a tall tale to hide some misdemeanor! "The Lord gave you the mango? Indeed! Then prove it! Get me one more magic-mango!" Faced with an unexpected ordeal, yet sure of her faith in Shiva's grace, Punithavathi began praying to the Lord. And when did the Lord fail his true devotee? Sure enough a mango, fresh, ripe, uncut, appeared on Punithavathi's lotus-like hand. Calmly she went forward and gave the fruit to Paramadattan. What a wonder! the fruit disappeared from his hands. Even as the fruit touched his hands, it vanished. Paramadattan was frightened. He thought Punithavathi was a supra-normal being and he should not live with her anymore. So he left his home. He went abroad, earned a lot of wealth and on return went and settled in Madurai the capital city of the adjacent Pandyan land. He married another girl. When a female child was born to them, he named her Punithavathi after his first wife. The news reached Punithivathi in Karaikkal and her relatives brought her to Madurai to unite her with her husband. Hearing the news that the supra-powered wife was coming to see him Parama Dattan went running along with his new wife and child and fell down at her feet at the out-skirts of the city and begged of her pardon. On seeing her revered husband falling on her feet in front of all, Punithavathi prayed to Shiva to allow her to shed down her flesh and get rid of her youthful and lovely body, and take the form of a ghost instead. She could spend the rest of her life undisturbed worshipping Shiva . A strange request, indeed! The Lord realised her meaningful need in a world of human affairs which generally tends to desecrate physical beauty. Punithavathi was transformed into a crone but it was as if all her beauty was channelised into her devotional hymns. Her verses are certainly of a surpassing loveliness. The changed Punithavathi started her holy pilgrimage to mount Kailas. On reaching the Himalayas she shunned to tread upon it for it was the aboard of Lord Shiva and she turned upside down and walked with her head and reached Mount Kailas. On seeing a figure coming toward them Goddess Parvati's grace fell upon her. She exclaimed to Lord Shiva "who is this' to which the Lord answered "She is my beloved mother". The Lord asked Punithavathi what was the boon she wanted. She replied that she would not beg anything but love and love was sufficient unto love. Secondly she asked Him a boon that she would long to sit and sing His glory seeing His wonderful cosmic dance. Lord Shiva gave her the boon and directed her to Thiruvalankadu, a holy place where she could see and enjoy His dance. She came and lived there till her end. The Lady of Karaikal exemplifies the best in Indian Culture. When called upon to be a housewife, she was a perfect wife and hostess. However, when she found that her husband did not care to honour her either out of love or of dread, she turned her sight inward and spent her life in a mood of aspirational surrender. No harsh words escaped her, nor bitterness. The world is never hateful for those who have realised the nectarean joy of Shivaconsciousness.
Красивая история. Но сказочная. Изучая пураны мы уже много раз убеждались, что для поддержания достоинтсва любого человека любой касты и любого пола в индуизме есть свои истории.
Но наука тантры, а именно циркуляции энергии говорит о том, что стремление к освобождению свойственна больше мужчинам.
Иначе бы в рядах садху было такое же количество женщин, как и мужчин.
Но садху - это мужчины...
С другой стороны повспоминала - вроде полно таких людей.
Вообщем, не знаю. Я как-то особо не описываю мир. А если это делаю кому-то, то забываю на следующий день :)
По-моему мир очень пластичный. Во что веришь, то и видишь, с тем и сталкиваешься. Есть какие-то ключевые законы для всех, но они не особо вербализируются... Так что пусть все будет :)
Ну или мы :)
Выбираем какой-то аспект и с ним взаимодействуем, а остальное остается скрытым :))
Вот тоже интересно. Мне присылали тексты расшифровок встреч. И там была одна девочка, она даже вопрос на русском, который хорошо слышен так записывала, что смысл мог измениться до противоположного.
Все думала, как вообще такое возможно??
Но по сути - это же общие для всех вещи. Человек ясно воспринимает то, в чем как-то внимательно ко всему приглядывался, а остальное скользит... Скользит мимо...