Shivang Shrivastava
@MrShivang_
Seeking the truth in its truest sense. Śākta🔻
मातर्योऽनिसहस्रेषु येषु येषु व्रजाम्यहम्। तेषु तेष्वच्युता भक्तिरच्युतेऽस्तु सदा त्वयि ॥ O Divine Mother! In whichever thousands of births and forms I may wander, May my unwavering devotion always remain infallible towards You. 🌺
The divine Śaktīs, numbering beyond thousands, Whose glories are renowned across the three worlds You are the wondrous treasury of them all, The very essence of that supreme, united force. O Bhuvaneśvarī, You alone create, sustain, and dissolve the universe. All glories unto You!
अचिन्त्यनित्यरूपाय सदसत्पतये नमः । नमस्ते भक्तकृपया स्वेच्छाविष्कृतविग्रह ॥ Salutations to You, O Lord beyond thought, Eternal in form, Master of both being and non-being! Who out of compassion for Your devotees Willingly take on form and attributes To You, I bow in reverence. 🌹
Mariyamma doesn't live in your air conditioned temples. She lives in the wails of women bathing feverish brows at 3 AM, in the sticky sweat of the farmhand collapsing in the fields, in the last breath of the untouchable who died calling her name.
Kashi Vishwanath: The Luminous Heart of Eternity Before the dawn of time, when the cosmos breathed its first silent sigh into the void, Mahadeva chose Kashi. Not as a city of stone and mortar, but as his eternal sanctuary, a place shimmering *between* worlds, where the veil…
The Eternal Hearth: Manikarnika's Embrace Breathe in. Not air, but presence. The scent hits first, ancient wood smoke, thick and resinous, layered with something older, drier, the smell of centuries, of countless pyres, of sun baked stone holding millennia of prayers and ash.…
When the mind perceives an object it is transformed into the shape of that object. So the mind which thinks of the Divinity which it worships (Ista devata) is at length, through continued devotion, transformed into the likeness of that Devata. By allowing the Devata thus to…
She Who casts beings into the ocean of delusion, choreographing their dance Herself. From Her slightest grace, the fruit attained by great yogis fall effortlessly into one’s hand. Even those who but faintly serve Her feet attain states of Brahmā, Viṣṇu, and Śiva. To Her, I bow.
They tried to 'sanitize' her worship, cover her fierce form with silk, replace blood offerings with flowers. But the true devotees know that Mariyamma was never tame. She's the feral heartbeat under the village's skin."
The buffalo’s charge is the uncontrolled surge of prana, and Varahi is the sadhaka who rides it into the heart of the void, no bit, no bridle, only the grip of the fearless
The Divine Dance of Brahmaramba Devi and the Fall of Arunasura In the heart of Srisailam, where the sacred Krishna River murmurs ancient mantras and the Nallamala Hills cradle the sky, there stands a temple pulsating with the fierce grace of Brahmaramba Devi, the Mother who…
