Divinely Destined, page 7
The common desire is a life exclusively blessed by Fortune's gifts, a smooth and uninterrupted journey to our desired end. Yet, this perspective disguises a fundamental truth. Fortune and Misfortune are not as they appear. They, too, wear masks, frequently presenting themselves in disguise, blurring the lines between triumph and tragedy.
What seems to be a stroke of good luck, a gift from Fortune, may contain the seeds of future complacency or an abysmal downfall. The inheritance that seems, at first, to be a blessing became a heavy burden of responsibility. Effortless success breeds arrogance and hubris, blinding us to dangers that lie ahead. What appears to be Misfortune, a trial imposed by sheer bad luck, proves, in the fullness of time, to be the catalyst for growth, resilience, and the discovery of our true potential, a hidden blessing which came to our doorstep in the guise of Misfortune.
The true treasure of our being is not found in avoiding the sway of these dual forces. For mark this truth well: the golden cage you celebrate as fortune may well be the very chains of your undoing, while the tempest you curse as misfortune may hold within its raging heart the seeds of your greatest liberation.
Pity humanity’s eyes are veiled... Pity humanity believes the Goddess Fortuna to a friend instead of a foe.
19 Mythos
Since the dawn of human expression, storytellers have functioned as foundational myth-weavers, crafting narratives that did more than entertain or even enlighten. The heroes and adversaries they brought to life embodied both aspirational ideals and cautionary examples: their celebrated deeds and tragic downfalls were potent lessons, etched into the collective memory and transmitted across generations.
These originating myths, forged in the crucible of narrative art, shaped a shared heritage. They provided the essential lenses through which the world was perceived and interpreted, thereby creating a crucial sense of communal identity and cementing the storyteller's indispensable role in the genesis of human culture and shared consciousness.
These stories were the very scaffolding upon which a common understanding was constructed within communities. Through their spoken words and performed tales, they solidified frameworks of belief, offered explanations for the bewildering natural world, and laid down the blueprints for moral conduct and societal structures.
Stories, especially the authoritative ones, are filled with digressions and commentaries. We are adding additives of what we would like to say, not what was truly said. I have heard these spicy additives: the tales the women of my old village like to tell when there is no one listening. I have eavesdropped on many such conversations, and I know that they like to—and take great pleasure in—coming across as far more downtrodden than they actually are. How convenient it is to spin a story and tell a tale that no one will ever be able to verify!
I am sure you know many such stories. We all do.
Finding an authentic storyteller—one that dares to tell the truth—is as rare as stumbling upon a perfectly preserved ancient artefact buried beneath layers of modern construction. The cosmopolitan city, a relentless symphony of steel and glass reaching for the humid sky, was a place where stories were meticulously curated and polished until they gleamed with a predictable sheen. Every narrative seemed designed for consumption, carefully crafted to fit neatly into pre-existing boxes.
Yet, even within the urban sprawl, pockets of the old world persisted, whispering tales of a slower rhythm and of lives lived and lost well-before the relentless and unending dawn of capitalistic development. Such memories would be remembered only as myths.
Growing up, I used to love the stories I read in books and saw on television. That was, of course, before I realised many of them were inventions meant to make reality more palatable. Scarcely any of these stories were true in the objective sense... That is why from time immemorial, storytellers were myth-makers. It is the myth that takes a man and allows him to transcend to a greater and higher purpose.
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A rasping laugh from the hyena sliced through the savannah's quiet, deriding the very foundations of human belief. What humanity once held as reality—solid, immutable, and knowable—faded into fable, dismissed by a vast majority of the modern world as mere myth, legend, and superstition.
The hyena’s laughter is not a mere a sound. It is a message. It is a reminder that what we call myth may be more real than we dare admit. I began to realise that the myths we disdain may well possess a reality we fear to confront. The myths we relegated to the shadows contain truths we have forgotten how to understand.
In the world of the hyena, laughter is not mere amusement—it is communication, identity and power, anchored into the very bedrock of their matriarchal communities. The hyena’s laughter, which I once erroneously thought to be mindless mirth, I now recognised as a sophisticated language of status, emotion, and survival. The hyena laughs because it knows: what is a reality today may be the myth of tomorrow, waiting for us to listen with new ears and see with new eyes.
But then, the laughter, once a shriek of sarcasm, suddenly halts to a silence, replaced by a charged, uneasy quiet as the hyena’s eyes narrow with intent. She begins to speak—not of comforting wisdom, but of knowledge that once thrived in the open and is now buried for good reason.
It is a dangerous lore, tangled with old power structures and ancient wounds, a truth that societies have pushed to the margins because of the havoc it once wrought. Her words carry the weight of things best left undisturbed, unsettling the air with the sense that some realities are hidden not out of ignorance, but out of necessity.
As the hyena speaks, the boundary between myth and memory blurs once more and the cost of remembering suddenly becomes, uncomfortably clear. In that silence, the hyena’s voice becomes a warning: some truths, once revealed, cannot be unseen—and some myths are buried not to erase them, but to protect us from their shadow.
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Negative energies, such as those transmitted through black magic or the evil eye, are understood in Tantra as conscious manipulations of subtle energies, where malevolent intent is intentionally projected through rituals and curses, or involuntarily sent out as ill intent. These energies latch onto the subtle body’s weakened areas—usually the manomaya kosha mental-emotional sheath or pranamaya kosha vital energy sheath—transferring dense and stagnant patterns into the recipient.
Black magic may even anchor itself in the muladhara root chakra, inducing survival fears, or the anahata heart chakra, to breed relational strife and suffering. The evil eye, whether intentional or unintentional, constricts the svadhisthana sacral chakra, draining creative expression. Recurring patterns of betrayal or financial loss tend to stem from a choked vishuddha throat chakra which governs trust and self-expression. These disturbances are not superstitions, but deviations from rta, the cosmic order, requiring conscious correction to restore harmony.
In the intricate framework of Tantric philosophy, maya—the cosmic veil—is not merely a passive obscuration of truth, but an active force that shapes human perception. It intertwines with the sukshma sharira subtle energy body, the ethereal blueprint that governs the flow of prana life force, consciousness and samskaras karmic imprints.
This subtle body, composed of layers known as koshas—from the annamaya physical sheath to the anandamaya bliss sheath—is the bridge between the material world and the Atman Supreme Soul. When maya, the great illusion, interacts with unresolved karmic residues or external negativities, it creates distortions in the sukshma sharira, manifesting as spiritual blockages. These blockages are not abstract concepts, but tangible disruptions in the energetic matrix, manifesting as chronic anxiety, inexplicable misfortune or a pervasive sense of disconnection from divine grace.
The Batuka Bhairava mantra, by healing and purifying these imbalances, empowers the devotee to break free from cyclical karmic scripts. Bhairava, the fierce form of Shiva, embodies the paradoxical union of destruction and protection. His mantras, sonic embodiments of his divine consciousness, are designed to dismantle maya’s entanglements and neutralise the impact of hostile energies.
Mantra meditation transcends the act of vocal repetition. It is a deep intentional and devotional practice that engages the mind, the heart, and the spirit, aligning them to the ancient vibrations of the world. The focused intention, uttered day in and day out, plays a critical role in channelling the devotee’s mental and spiritual energy towards Batuka Bhairava. This deliberate concentration strengthens the connection with the deity and amplifies the efficacy of the mantra. Through this process, the devotee opens themselves to Batuka Bhairava’s divine grace.
The recitation of the mantra, however, is not enough. Unwavering faith and heartfelt surrender are essential ingredients for creating a receptive state that enables divine grace to flow freely into one’s auric field. The devotee transforms the mantra into the living word, creating a sacred bridge to the Divine, and nurturing an intimate relationship rooted in trust and reverence.
Each syllable in the mantra carries a specific vibrational frequency that interacts with the sukshma sharira. The mantra’s resonance purifies the aura: a luminous field surrounding the body that acts as the first line of defence against negativity. By fortifying this energetic shield, Batuka Bhairava’s grace prevents invasive forces from attaching to the five sheaths koshas. The mantra’s vibrations stimulate the kundalini energy, awakening the latent shakti spiritual power to heal and rejuvenate the subtle body’s layers.
In the end, it is focused intention and devotion which transforms mantra meditation into a spiritual practice that not only invokes divine protection, but nurtures mental peace, inner strength and clarity. It is through this special synergy of effort and surrender that the devotee aligns themselves with Lord Shiva’s power, inviting his protection into their life.
Batuka Bhairava’s intervention transcends his role as a guardian deity. He facilitates liberation from the illusionary grip of negative energy and bad intentions. The Tantric path views challenges—whether from black magic or karmic debt—as opportunities to confront and transcend the illusion that we are separate from God.
When a practitioner invokes Batuka Bhairava, they are not merely seeking respite from suffering, but engaging in a sacred dialogue with the Divine. His energy acts as a mirror, reflecting the practitioner’s hidden attachments, fears, or unresolved traumas that the illusions of this world exploit.
By witnessing Batuka Bhairava’s fierce compassion—destroying ignorance while nurturing the devotee—the practitioner learns to navigate the material world without being seduced, ensnared and trapped by its transient nature. This balance is epitomised in rituals like abhisheka, the ritual bathing of the deity’s icon, where the offerings symbolise the purification of one’s mental and emotional sheaths.
Batuka Bhairava’s role is interwoven with the Tantric understanding of reality as an interplay between Shiva’s pure consciousness and Shakti’s dynamic energy. Negative forces tend to arise when Shakti’s creative potential is misdirected due to egoic desires or unresolved shadows.
Batuka Bhairava, a manifestation of Shiva’s protective aspect, recalibrates this imbalance. His mantras infuse the practitioner’s energy field with pure vibrations, counteracting dense and agitated influences. Through this process, the devotee awakens to the truth that maya’s illusions—and the severe suffering they spawn—are themselves ephemeral constructs, dissolved in the light of Bhairava’s unwavering gaze.
Batuka Bhairava’s mantras are keys to a deeper ontological shift. By aligning with his energy, the devotee steps into their innate power, shielded not by fear, but by the fearless wisdom of the Divine.
Part 5
The Truth
20 Different
If one were to return to the same story twice, one would still interpret it differently. One would still understand it differently. One would still fathom it differently. That is why recitation is different to reading. That is why the book is always better than the movie. That is why a book is your best ally for what is committed to writing is never forgotten.
That is the truth about our stories. The story may be the same—nay, identical—but the more times one hears or reads it, the more the story changes and evolves, becoming an infinite mirror where one is forced to confront the depths of oneself. That is why every story must start with the words: I never want to see you again.
That is why I started this story with the words: I never want to see you ever again. I meant those words. I did not say them in haste. I did not say them in avarice. I said them because I meant them. That is all.
The statement—I never want to see you again—is a definitive and forceful expression of a desire for complete separation and cessation of contact. The statement embodies and encompasses a profoundly irreversible negative feeling, stemming from significant hurt, disappointment, betrayal and irreconcilable differences. The word never emphasises the absolute and permanent nature of this wish, leaving no room for future interaction or reconciliation.
The sentiment behind this statement is one of profound rejection and a desire to sever ties succinctly and completely. It suggests that the relationship, in whatever form it existed, reached a point where one’s security and safety necessitates the absence of the other person from one’s life. There may be a strong sense of closure being sought—a need to move forward without the presence or influence of the other individual. It carries the weight of finality, indicating that the implications have been considered and that the decision made is both firm and resolute.
The intensity of the statement underscores the depth of the negative emotions involved and the conviction it takes to express their desire for permanent disengagement.
It’s over.
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"The stench of dark practices," the hyena rasped, its voice a dry rustle like a strong wind unearthing the artefacts of ancient bones, "it clings to the world even now, human. Though its roots lie in antiquity—in forgotten rites and shadowed corners of history—its influence is still pervasive this modern age.
“It's insidious, you see. It finds new hosts, new ways to fester in a world that believes itself too advanced for such phenomena. But the human heart, with its endless capacity for envy, malice, and desperation, remains a rich breeding ground for the forbidden arts."
The hyena's gaze, which was fixed upon me, held within its grasp a glint of unsettling knowledge. "You'd be surprised where it erupts. Not just in remote, isolated communities, where the old ways are stubbornly clung to, but in the heart of bustling cities, masked by the veneer of progress.
“It's in the clandestine dealings of those who crave power without conscience, in the reckless acts of those who have lost all hope and would pay any price to alter their fate. The names and faces change, the tools evolve—from carved bone to coded command—but the core remains: the will to twist the world, and the lives within it, to one's own corrupt desires."
The hyena took a deep breath, a guttural expansion of its chest that carried the scent of dust and decay. It didn't speak; instead, the knowledge pulsed into my mind as a raw and unfiltered stream. I heard words, yes, but they were carried on a tide of images and sensations, the source of the meaning resonating from a deeper place than language itself.
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Black magic persists in the modern world. It is not a relic from an age of ignorance, but rather, a ritualistic manifestation of humanity’s darkest impulses: the conscious or subconscious intent to dominate, harm and, in some cases, even completely destroy another human being and their entire lineage.
Black magic’s true power lies not in the theatrical rituals, but in the focused energy of negative intention directed towards another. Black magic, rooted in destructive impulses to inflict harm, is driven by a twisted desire to either obscure or obliterate the target’s spiritual, emotional, mental and physical well-being.
This malevolence, when amplified through subtle energetic practices, creates wounds that transcend individual lifetimes, weaving intergenerational burdens into the fabric of families and communities. To dismiss its existence and practise as fantasy is to ignore the lived realities of those who come under its poisonous effect, leaving them defenceless against forces that thrive in the denial of such practices.
At its core, black magic is an act of violence. Unlike conflicts born of misunderstanding or temporary anger, its purpose is eradication—to sever the target’s connection to vitality, joy and divine grace. The practitioner channels their own hatred, envy, or unresolved trauma into a concentrated force, weaponizing subtle energies to infiltrate the victim’s sukshma sharira subtle energy body. This intrusion disrupts the flow of prana life force, destabilising the koshas energetic layers that govern mental clarity, emotional stability, and physical health.
Over time, the victim may experience inexplicable suffering: chronic illness, cascading misfortunes or a suffocating sense of depression and despair. Intergenerational curses can magnify this harm. When a soul bound by unresolved pain or hatred passes from this world, their unprocessed emotions can pass onto their descendants, manifesting as inherited patterns of addiction, poverty or relational strife. These curses are energetic legacies—living entities sustained by collective karma and the unconscious repetition of trauma. To deny their existence is to abandon those trapped in cycles they did not actively create.
When society chooses to dismiss black magic as superstition, it commits a dual injustice. First, it invalidates the suffering of victims, reducing their anguish to issues that are psychological or attributing it to one’s fate or karma. This, in turn, deepens their isolation, forcing them to endure the severity of their suffering in silence. Second, denial empowers the practitioner. By denying its existence, we allow its practitioners to continue unchallenged, their destructive intent shielded by collective disbelief. This dismissal, in turn, obscures ancient protective wisdom.
