Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

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[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

Every woman who awakens courage within is maa Durga.

Every woman who awakens transformation within is maa kali.

Every woman who awakens devotion within is maa Parvati.

Every woman who awakens nurturing within is maa Annapurna.

Every woman is a Shakti.✌🏻🐨

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

The scriptures speak of four levels of speech: Para, Pasyanti, Madhyama, Vaikhari, from the unmanifest hum of pure consciousness down to the gross spoken word.

Most humans live only at the surface, in Vaikhari, in syllables and sentences and arguments. Maa Matangi is the goddess who has descended through all four and wears them simultaneously. When she speaks, it is not just words you hear, something moves in your chest before the sound arrives, something shifts behind your eyes, some recognition older than memory stirs awake.

This is why her devotees become poets, musicians, orators, not because she grants a talent from outside, but because she dismantles the wall between the innermost vibration of the self and its outward expression. She does not teach you to speak. She removes everything that stopped you from speaking truly.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

The scriptures speak of four levels of speech: Para, Pasyanti, Madhyama, Vaikhari, from the unmanifest hum of pure consciousness down to the gross spoken word.

Most humans live only at the surface, in Vaikhari, in syllables and sentences and arguments. Maa Matangi is the goddess who has descended through all four and wears them simultaneously. When she speaks, it is not just words you hear, something moves in your chest before the sound arrives, something shifts behind your eyes, some recognition older than memory stirs awake.

This is why her devotees become poets, musicians, orators, not because she grants a talent from outside, but because she dismantles the wall between the innermost vibration of the self and its outward expression. She does not teach you to speak. She removes everything that stopped you from speaking truly.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

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[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

How would you react if they all have come to your home after your ratri Sadhana as bhokta?

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

How would you react if they all have come to your home after your ratri Sadhana as bhokta?

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

The Fight She Picks on My Behalf

There are battles happening in a devotee's life that they cannot see, cannot name, cannot fight with ordinary weapons. Battles in the subtle layers, in the energetic fabric of a life, in the karmic undercurrents that shape circumstances, in the invisible forces that gather around a soul that is trying, genuinely trying, to wake up and live with integrity. I did not fully believe in this dimension of existence until Maa made it undeniable.

Because things shift around Her devotees. Obstacles that have no rational explanation for dissolving. Situations that should have gone one way turn completely. A protection descends that you cannot take credit for and cannot explain away. And you begin to understand slowly, then all at once that She is not a passive deity waiting to be pleased by your offerings.

She is actively, ferociously, personally invested in the life of every soul that has genuinely surrendered to Her. She picks fights on your behalf that you never even knew were being fought. She stands at the edges of your life you cannot see, staff raised, and She does not let certain things through. And when I understood that, truly understood it, gratitude broke open in me like something that had been sealed shut for years and finally, finally found a way out.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

The Fight She Picks on My Behalf

There are battles happening in a devotee's life that they cannot see, cannot name, cannot fight with ordinary weapons. Battles in the subtle layers, in the energetic fabric of a life, in the karmic undercurrents that shape circumstances, in the invisible forces that gather around a soul that is trying, genuinely trying, to wake up and live with integrity. I did not fully believe in this dimension of existence until Maa made it undeniable.

Because things shift around Her devotees. Obstacles that have no rational explanation for dissolving. Situations that should have gone one way turn completely. A protection descends that you cannot take credit for and cannot explain away. And you begin to understand slowly, then all at once that She is not a passive deity waiting to be pleased by your offerings.

She is actively, ferociously, personally invested in the life of every soul that has genuinely surrendered to Her. She picks fights on your behalf that you never even knew were being fought. She stands at the edges of your life you cannot see, staff raised, and She does not let certain things through. And when I understood that, truly understood it, gratitude broke open in me like something that had been sealed shut for years and finally, finally found a way out.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

Good night folks! 💤

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

Good night folks! 💤

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

I used to separate them in my mind, her fierceness on one side, her motherhood on the other. As if the sword and the embrace could not belong to the same hands. Chandika destroyed that separation. She showed me that the ferocity is not the opposite of the love. The ferocity is the love, love that has decided nothing will harm what it holds, love that has dropped all softness that could be mistaken for indifference, love that fights because it cannot bear to watch you be swallowed by what diminishes you. When she roars, she is not roaring at me. She is roaring for me. There is a difference that takes years to feel and when you finally feel it, you stop fearing her fire and start running toward it.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

Tantra Says, the ability to worship Devi in one's current life is earned through virtuous actions accumulated across multiple previous lifetimes.

This virtuous karma is generated by faithfully performing one's nitya karmas. In turn, the Devi illuminates one's intelligence, as expressed in the Gayatri mantra with the phrase "Dhiyo yonah Prachodayāt" (may she enlighten our intellect).

This creates a reciprocal relationship. The Jiva performs their duties while the Devi bestows her blessings. However, once one becomes her true Upasaka, they realize a deeper truth. It was always the Devi working through them as the powers of will Iccha, Kriya and Gyana shakti.

What initially appeared as a duality between Jiva and Devi merges into unity. Ultimately, the Devi herself guides the devotee toward Sri Vidya, which liberates the Jiva from the cycle of birth and death. As it is said: "Charame janmani yataa Shree Vidyopashako bhavet" - one can only become a worshipper of Sri Devi in their final lifetime.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

I have gone hungry in ways that food cannot touch. The hunger of a life that has abundance in every visible category and still feels like something essential is missing. The hunger that sits behind the eyes and does not rest even in sleep. This hunger, Maa knows it. She made it. She planted it like a seed in the chest of every soul she loves, because she wanted to be sought. Because she wanted the ache of separation to become so acute, so undeniable, that the devotee would finally drop every substitute and come to her directly.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

In her temple, time bends. The fragrance of champaka flowers merges with the smoke of ghee lamps, and the rhythmic chanting of the Lalita Sahasranama becomes a lullaby for the soul.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

Time bleeds eternally. Her sacrifice births moments anew.🔻🩸

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

I have tried other anchors. Philosophy, discipline, the cold clean satisfaction of understanding. They held me for a time. But in the places where understanding cannot go, in the grief that has no argument, in the fear that arrives before thought, in the desperate 3am when logic sleeps and only longing is awake, it was always her name that surfaced.

Not as technique. As instinct. As the sound a drowning man makes when he finally stops fighting the water. Maa, you are not the goddess I chose. You are the goddess who chose me before I knew how to choose. You planted yourself in me as a homesickness before I knew there was a home. And every time I have returned to you emptied, humbled, done with my cleverness, you have been there. Not waiting in judgment. Waiting in welcome. Holding the exact wealth I had been seeking everywhere else, the absolute certainty that I belong to something that loves me.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

She is the crimson lotus of desire (Maa Lakshmi) blooming from the black soil of dissolution (Maa Kali). To seek one without the other is to seek a wave without the ocean, or a flame without the fire.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

@rajesh_t9 How are you doing?

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

Hello friends 👋🏽😀

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

@healtoabundance It's AI render

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

In her temple, time bends. The fragrance of champaka flowers merges with the smoke of ghee lamps, and the rhythmic chanting of the Lalita Sahasranama becomes a lullaby for the soul.

[Hermit Sanʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ @Splendid_Tiger]

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