His play is of Maya’s play, It's not easy to decipher the reasons behind his doings, But… One thing is clear, Whatever he does he does it for the welfare of you, us and the welfare of all, Surrender to his lotus feet and you shall understand something which is beyond this physical realm❤️🪷🌺🙏 #prabhuishaputraji #ishaputraji #Ishaputra #prabhu #mahayogi #mahasiddha #satyendranath #mylife #myeverything #beHis #followyourheart #worshiphimforever #lotusfeet #kamalnayan #avatar #yogiji #kalki #vishnu #Narayana #guru #shiv #guruofgurus #surrender #unconditionallove #scrolllink

SHAME- Indian Army officers faces in 1971's Pakistan surrender sculpture vandalised by a mob in Bangladesh Thankless people.. #Muslims #Jehadi #Bangaladeshi #islam #malechchh

The International Kaulantak Siddha Vidya Peeth is deeply honoured to share the sacred moments and profound experiences from the second day of the Kankala Bhairav Sadhana Shivir — a spiritual gathering dedicated to the intense and transformative worship under the divine guidance of Mahasiddha Ishaputra. The day commenced in the serene hours of dawn with the practice of yoga and the Kaulachar Kram, allowing all the Bhairavs and Bhairavis to attune their bodies and minds to the subtle energies of the sadhana. These early practices established a sacred rhythm, harmonizing the participants with the spiritual vibrations of the shivir. Following this, the grand karmkand (ritualistic procedures) of the sadhana began. The entire atmosphere was charged with devotion, discipline, and divine intensity as every mantra and mudra was performed with utmost precision and heartfelt surrender. The sanctified energy of the rituals invoked the presence of Bhairav Tattva, creating an environment of deep spiritual awakening. As the karmkand reached its culmination, a yagya (sacred fire ceremony) was conducted. All the Bhairavs and Bhairavis participated with immense joy and reverence, offering oblations into the holy fire — symbolizing the surrender of the ego and the awakening of inner consciousness. The flames of the yagya seemed to mirror the inner light ignited within each seeker. After the successful completion of the karmkand, Mahasiddha Ishaputra graced the gathering with his divine presence. His arrival infused the entire space with a renewed spiritual fervor. Through his discourse, he imparted divine knowledge and deep insights into the true essence, purpose, and importance of the Kankala Bhairav Sadhana. Under his direct guidance, certain sacred ritualistic processes were carried out — each designed to elevate the consciousness of the practitioners and align them with the higher Siddha traditions. This was followed by the Deeksha Process, wherein seekers were initiated into the deeper aspects of the sadhana. The deeksha marked a powerful spiritual milestone, opening new dimensions of experience and inner transformation for the participants. The day concluded with an interactive satsang, where the Bhairavs and Bhairavis humbly posed their questions to Mahasiddha Ishaputra regarding the nuances of the sadhana and the broader path of spirituality. His answers illuminated many subtle aspects of spiritual life, leaving the seekers inspired and introspective. NAMO ADESH!!! #kankaalbhairav #kankalbhairav #kankalabhairav #Bhairava #kankal #himalayandevaparamapara #SiddhaDharma #SiddhaTradition #lordshiva #bhagwanshiv #mahadev #SwachhandBhairav #kurukulla #siddhapedia #KaulantakPeeth #KulantPeeth #Ishaputra #mahasiddhaishaputra #MahayogiSatyendraNath #meditation #sanatandharma #HimalayanSiddhas #hindu #adhyaatma #himalayangod #IKSVP #scrolllink

Shakti's Play: Seeing Your Life as the Divine Mother's Dance In the quiet theater of your life, you have always believed yourself to be the actor, making choices, striving, failing, and succeeding. You feel the weight of responsibility and the pride of achievement. This sense of "I am the doer" is the most intimate and persistent story we tell ourselves. But the Tripura Rahasya offers a radical and liberating secret, it is all an illusion. Consider this, your heart beats without your command. Your wounds heal without your consent. Thoughts arise unbidden from the depths of consciousness, and the complex intelligence of your body operates a magnificent biological machinery entirely beyond your conscious control. Who is truly running the show? The truth is, the body and mind are exquisite, natural instruments. They are the flute, and life is the music that flows through them. The great error is that the flute believes it is creating the song. Where is Devi in this? The Divine Mother, Devi, is the Musician. She is the one divine breath flowing through every instrument. She is the supreme Shakti, the very energy of thought, the force of action, the pulse of life itself. Your sense of being a separate "doer" is merely a tiny, reflected spark of Her immense, cosmic will. To believe you are the sole author of your actions is to mistake a wave upon the ocean for being separate from the sea. It is the wave claiming, "I am rising!" while the entire ocean is the force of its being. The Practical Grace: This is not a call to passivity, but to profound freedom. The practice is to perform your duties with excellence, but to inwardly offer every action, and its result, to Her. When you work, work as if your hands are Her instruments. When you love, love as if your heart is a channel for Her compassion. When you fall, understand that even the stumble is part of the dance She is choreographing for your ultimate awakening. In this surrender, the crushing weight of personal ownership lifts. Anxiety about the future and regret over the past lose their grip. You begin to flow with life, not as a frantic actor, but as a witness to a divine performance, discovering an unshakable peace that exists beyond success and failure. You are not the dancer, you are the dance itself, and the dance is Devi. Jai Maa Lalita Parabhattarika 🙏🏽✨ #parabhattarika #devi #kurukulla #shakti #tantra #scrolllink

Before the Temples: The Panjurli Daiva of Tulunadu "Paatri povonji, Daiva barpi. Mana povonji, miru barpi." (The oracle departs, the Daiva arrives. The human departs, the wild arrives.) In the heart of Tulunadu, where the padi (ancient sacred grove) breathes with the spirits of the land, the air does not ask for devotion. It demands it. It is thick with the scent of wet bolpu (laterite soil) and the promise of the Kar (monsoon). Here, Bhakti is not a gentle prayer, it is a trembling surrender to a force as raw as the first thunderclap. Here, Bhakti is for Panjurli. They do not believe in this Daiva (spirit deity). They know it. They feel it in the shiver that runs through the areca grove, in the fierce protectiveness that guards their threshold. Panjurli Daiva was not crafted by dreamers, but unleashed from the very sweat of the Divine, a primal roar given form. To offer Bhakti to Panjurli is to offer respect to the storm. The Murti (sacred mask/idol) is their focal point. It is not a face, but a convergence of power. Forged in silver and gold, its boar visage is a permanent challenge, the kodu (tusks) not mere metal but instruments of divine surgery, meant to gore out the infection of dosha (sin/impurity). When the devotees, the saris, gather, their gaze is not one of adoration, but of awe struck vigilance. When the drums (Dammamā) begin their frantic, heartbeat rhythm, it is not a call to prayer. It is a summons. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of crushed areca flowers and burning incense. The Paatri, the vessel, is no longer a man. He is a conduit. His body contorts, a puppet to a force that is anything but graceful. It is the brute, grounding shudder of the boar. His dance is not fluid, it is a powerful, stomping, a ritual of claiming territory, of shaking the very foundations of the human world to remind it of the wild one that lies beneath. Panjurli does not whisper sweet promises. It speaks in a voice that is a low, guttural grunt, a gravelly torrent of truth. It is the voice of the land itself, judge, jury, and protector. It roots out deceit, exposes hidden sins, and enforces the sacred codes of the community. Its justice is not nuanced, it is as direct and unforgiving as a charging boar. To stand before Panjurli is to stand naked before the raw conscience of nature, stripped of all pretense. This is not a god you love. This is a force you revere. A power you fear with a fear that is the beginning of wisdom. Panjurli is the spine chilling reminder that the land we build upon is alive, watching, and must be respected. It is the ancient, brute root that holds the community fast, lest it be washed away by the monsoon of its own transgressions. "Mana bhakti botji ayi. Mana baka didi ayi." (Our devotion is a raw offering. Our prayer is a naked truth.)" #pajurli #kantara #bhakti #scrolllink