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Very interesting!

[Rudrani Devi🦉 @DeviRudrani]

"The Midnight Roar of Ganapati"

In the cremation grounds of Ujjain, there lived a tantrika named Bhavadeva, an outcast monk, who was rejected by temples and ridiculed by scholars for worshipping Uchchhishta Ganapati, the fierce form with wild eyes, smeared with sindoor, holding a pomegranate and noose, seated with his consort.

Bhavadeva lived on alms and performed sadhana at night, offering leftovers and forbidden food - seen as impure by society but sacred to Uchchhishta Ganapati. He chanted his bija mantra with breath held tight, fingers trembling in mudras.

One night, during a rare conjunction of planets, a group of tantric looters entered the smashana to steal Bhavadeva’s yantra and rare palm leaf texts. They thought the beggar-monk would be easy to kill. As they approached, one tried to trample the Ganapati yantra with his foot.

That moment 💫

A deafening roar split the air.

A giant form emerged from the yantra - Uchchhishta Ganapati in his terrifying glory. Blood-red eyes, a crescent moon, and serpents as his sacred threads. The earth cracked beneath him. He let out a lion-like cry that made the looters fall to the ground, vomiting blood and losing consciousness.

Ganapati didn’t kill them. Instead, he cursed them to wander for lifetimes with swollen tongues and twisted speech - for insulting a sadhaka in tapasya. Only when they bowed to a true devotee without ego would their curse lift.

Bhavadeva stood shaking, tears pouring, as Ganapati turned to him and said:

"Those who feed Me with sincerity, even with their tears, I guard with My tusks. Let the world mock you - when I stand behind, none shall move you."

From that day, Bhavadeva’s aura changed. People who mocked him once would unconsciously bow. His words gained siddhi, and Ganapati stayed with him as breath, as fire, as a lion in shadow. 🕉🙏

[Rudrani Devi🦉 @DeviRudrani]

“The Man Who Bought the Yantra” – A Cautionary Tale from Thiruvannamalai

In the late 1970s, a wealthy businessman named Raghavan from Chennai heard about the mystical power of Srividya. He had lost his son in an accident and believed that by invoking Lalita Tripurasundari, he could reverse his fate, gain wealth, and attain liberation. But he had no patience, no guidance, and most importantly—no guru.

He went to Thiruvannamalai and met a pseudo-tantrik, who offered to sell him a Sri Chakra Yantra, and gave him a mantra - claiming it to be the Panchadasi.

Raghavan paid lakhs. He was told to install the yantra at midnight on a Friday, chant the mantra 100,000 times, and offer meat, liquor, and coins. He followed it all to the word.

On the fourth night, while chanting alone, he suddenly began to gasp for breath. His body turned cold. His wife found him laughing hysterically, eyes rolled back, mouth foaming.

The house began to change:

🙃Lamps would flicker at odd hours.

🙃Statues of gods cracked without reason.

🙃A smell of burning flowers and blood lingered in the air.

🙃A maid saw a woman in red, seated on the ceiling, smiling.

Raghavan began to speak in a female voice, accusing his family of betrayal. He stopped eating food and demanded sacrifices. When taken to temples, he screamed at Devi murtis.

Finally, a traditional Srividya upasaka was brought in. One look at the yantra, and he turned pale.

"This is not Devi," he said.
"This is a broken gateway - half-opened without protection. What you’ve called is not Lalita - it’s her shadow."

With great difficulty, a Shodashi Prayaschitta homa was done, and the yantra was immersed in the ocean with mantras, not just thrown.

Raghavan lived - but was never the same again. His spine was damaged, he lost speech clarity, and every Friday, he would sit in silence, whispering, "She warned me... I called without a guide."

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The Teachings from This Tale:

1. Srividya is never for sale. It’s not a mantra you buy - it is Devi herself, whom you invite into your soul.

2. Guru is the gateway. Without a realized guru, the mantra becomes a blade without a handle.

3. The Sri Chakra is not a decoration. It is a living yantra, housing the cosmic Mother. -if installed wrongly, it attracts the shadows before the light.

4. What you call becomes you. If you miscall Devi, it may not be her who arrives.

In Srividya sampradaya, it is said:
“Mantra is like fire. Guru is the vessel. Without the vessel, the fire will burn you instead of purify you.”

Ps: In the vast and sacred path of Srividya, there are still traditional upasakas of immense power and grace. But be warned - there are also those who wear the mask of lineage, selling divine wisdom for ₹5,000, ₹8,000, or more per deity. Some even cloak deep misconduct behind rituals, including acts of grave sexual and financial abuse.
Yes, Shakti's power is real - but not all who wield it serve Her truth. Be vigilant.

The path of Devi is not for sale. Never offer your soul in exchange for a price tag.

Never bow to fear.

Desperation is the very thread they pull to bind and control you. Walk only where Devi leads, not where desire blinds. ✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Rudrani Devi🦉 @DeviRudrani]

🕉️ The Story of the Old Hanuman Sadhaka

In a small dusty town near Nashik, there lived an old man everyone called Hanuman Das.
He was not born a saint - just a simple mason who built houses with his rough hands and ate whatever his wife cooked.

Every morning before sunrise, while the street dogs still slept, he would sit before a small stone Hanuman idol near the banyan tree and chant -

“Jai Hanuman gyan gun saagar…”
His voice was cracked, sometimes off-tune, but full of love.

For thirty years, he did that - every single morning - through sickness, through rain, through heartbreaks.
People laughed at him:
“Why waste time chanting? You’re still poor, old man!”
He only smiled and said, “When my Lord is rich, what is left for me to want?”

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One day, his only son fell sick - a strange fever that no medicine could cure.
The old man didn’t panic; he just sat near Hanuman’s idol and cried silently.
“Baba… if this is your test, then let me pass it without anger.
If you want to take him, take me first.”

That night he didn’t sleep.
He just kept repeating, “Ram naam satya hai, Ram naam satya hai.”

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Next morning, when he went to pour water on the idol, he saw a monkey sitting exactly on top of Hanuman’s stone head.
It looked straight into his eyes - no fear, no movement - just a deep still gaze.
Tears rolled down Hanuman Das’s cheeks.
He folded his hands and whispered,
“Baba, you came.”

The monkey stayed there for a few minutes, then climbed down and ran away.
By evening, his son opened his eyes and said faintly,
“Appa, I dreamt Hanumanji touched my forehead.”

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Years later, when the old man passed away, the villagers found something strange.
In his small hut, above his bed, was that same Hanuman idol -
But now the stone had faint marks of fingers on the forehead, like someone had once lovingly touched it.

No one knows how it appeared.
But every year, on Hanuman Jayanti, that place fills with monkeys -
They sit quietly near the idol, as if listening to his old cracked chant echoing from the air.

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🕉️
When you chant with love every single day, you build a bridge that no karma, no sorrow, and no death can break.
That bridge connects your heart to His -
and when you truly need Him, He walks across it.

[Rudrani Devi🦉 @DeviRudrani]

🔥 “The Night Hanuman Came for the Preta”

This happened some thirty-five years ago in a small Andhra village near Nandikotkur.
There lived a young man named Shankar, who used to work as a clerk in the mandal office.
He was not spiritual, just an ordinary fellow - smoked, joked, never bothered about temples.
His mother was the true devotee - every Tuesday she lit a lamp before Hanuman and said,

“One day my son will need you, and you will not fail him.”

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🌒 The Strange Nights Begin

After his mother passed away, Shankar shifted into her old tiled house.
From the second week onward, strange things began.
He would wake up with a heavy chest, feeling something sit on him,
like an unseen person pressing his ribs.
Sometimes the mirror would rattle, sometimes the old wooden swing would creak though the air was still.

He thought it was tension, or maybe the wind.
But one night, his neighbor heard him screaming,
and when they broke open the door, they found him half-conscious,
his skin ice-cold and a long scratch running from his shoulder to his chest -
as though someone with long nails had clawed him.

🔥 The Hanuman Sadhaka Arrives

The next morning, a local pujari said softly,

“It’s a preta baadha… your mother’s punya kept it away all these years.”

He took Shankar to an old sadhaka known as Swami Krishnadas,
who lived on the outskirts near a small Hanuman temple surrounded by neem trees.
The man looked ordinary - grey beard, torn saffron cloth -
but his eyes were bright like fire burning behind calm smoke.

He said nothing at first. He just stared at Shankar for a long time,
then whispered,

“You slept on the bed where your mother used to do her japa.
The preta was waiting there. Hanuman will take care of it, but you must help.”

He made Shankar sit in front of the Hanuman idol,
lit five deepas with mustard oil, and began chanting the Hanuman Moola mantra.
The whole space vibrated; even the leaves trembled though there was no breeze.

🌪 The Possession

After the tenth round, Shankar started shaking violently.
He screamed in a strange voice - not his own -

“He belongs to me! He called me himself!”

The sadhaka’s voice thundered -

“Hanumate namah! You cannot touch one who takes the name of the Son of Vayu!”

He threw a pinch of vibhuti into the lamp flame - it burst like camphor.
The smell of burning oil filled the room, and everyone could feel the air thicken,
as though someone unseen had been forced out.

Then the sadhaka made him repeat, trembling:

“Jai Hanuman, Raksha maam.”

And just like that -
the wind that had been howling outside suddenly stopped.
Shankar fell down, unconscious.

🔥 The Homa That Freed the Spirit

Next morning, Swami Krishnadas performed a small Hanuman homa under the neem tree.
No grand arrangements - just cow ghee, black sesame, and dried mango sticks.
Every time he said “Svaha”, the flame leapt unnaturally high.
When the last mantra was offered, the fire burned blue for a second,
then settled into a calm golden glow.

The sadhaka smiled and said quietly,

“He has gone. Your mother’s prayer was not wasted.”

🌕

That night Shankar slept peacefully after months.
He dreamt of his mother standing beside Hanuman -
her hands folded, her face peaceful.
Behind her, a dark shape was kneeling, dissolving into light.

In the morning, Shankar found the old Hanuman locket his mother used to wear
lying on his pillow, shining though there was no sunlight on it.

He never missed a Tuesday after that.
He spent the rest of his life repairing that same Hanuman temple,
feeding oil for the lamps and bananas for monkeys.

🕉️

Hanuman is not a myth for those who cry His name in fear.
He is the protector of those whom the dark follows.
Preta, pisacha, black magic - all bow down to His name when it is chanted with trembling faith.

When you chant “Jai Hanuman Gyan Gun Sagar” with your heart breaking open,
you don’t drive away the darkness -
you make light too strong for darkness to stay.

[Balaganpathi 🌞 @Balaganpathi]

Experiences with Maha Periyava: Lehyam

Periyava would get pain in the chest, often. When he suffered from this, he would not be able to eat anything at all. So I told Venkataramaiyer, the lawyer, about it. He would consult his Homeopathy books and give some medicine. In a day or two Periyava would be relieved of the pain. Venkataramaiyer was no Homoeopathy doctor, but he practiced relying on his books. Then after a while, we thought of seeking Ayurvedic remedy. So I went to Venkata Subbachar and told him about Periyava‟s suffering from frequent chest pain. He said “I am working in Venkataramana pharmacy and can give a good medicine. But I do not wish to give Periyava something that is already on the shelf and being sold. His body is sacred and immaculate. Give me a few days, get me the things I want and I will make it afresh and have it ready. He gave me a list of things he needed, about forty or so roots and herbs. I got him everything. When I took to him, he said, “What about the ghee?”

“You did not tell me to get it” I replied. So I got the clarified butter and honey too, which he wanted. Four days later I went back and Venkata Subbachar handed over two glass jars of the lehyam (medicinal paste made from natural ingredients such as herbs and extracts, cured in clarified butter and honey) to me. I brought it to Periyava.

“What is it?”

“Lehyam . . . prepared by Venkatasubbachar, for Periyava, for relief from pain in the chest.”

“Put it aside carefully!”

So I put it away with care. Sometime later, Nagamuthu, who looked after the cows came to Periyava. One of the cows had not taken the feed, did not chew the cud or drink water, and he was worried. Periyava told him to fetch the cow. It was brought and made to stand in front of Periyava. Periyava told me to put the lehyam on a piece of banana leaf and give it to the cow. So I scooped out the lehyam, placed it in on banana leaves and fed the cow. The cow was led away and later in the day, Nagamuthu reported that the cow was back to normal.

“Are you unhappy?” asked Periyava, because he had not taken the cure himself.

“Not at all. What Periyava wills, I am happy to accept . . .”

Periyava said, “Had I taken it that would have brought merit only to you, because you have arranged for the medicine for your guru. But now, look . . . the thirty three crores of divine beings dwell in the body of the cow. By curing the cow, you, I and the whole world is blessed!”

Narrated by Sri Balu Mama
Source: E-book In the Presence of the Divine Vol II

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[Sumita Shrivastava @Sumita327]

Why does Shani Dev, the fierce karmic judge - never look you in the eye…?
Not fear. Not shyness.
Because his gaze can strip away your karma in a heartbeat….!
This is the untold story - and the life-changing lesson hidden in it…! 🔥

Read this 2-minute thread. It’s more than a story - it’s a hidden law of karma, a sacred code of humility and divine protection. a lesson in humility, and a reminder that even the harshest trials may be blessings in disguise.
Let’s decode it together…! 👇

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