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Bom Bholenath!
01:22
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Rudra Stotram
07:00
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To The Lord of three Three Worlds
The one with the Blue Throat we bow
Dressed in the garlands of serpents
He blesses the ground with his great Tandava dance
The One who bears a trident
The One who has overcome death
The One whose hair is like the sky
The One who's present evrywhere we Hail
Worship the Restainer of Yama
Worship the Destroyer of Tripura Asuras
Nothing restricts The Unchangin One
The Black Flame of Time, great Kalagnirudra
Namaste Astu Bhagavan
Vishveshvaraaya Mahaadevaaya
Trayambakaaya Tripurantakaaya
Trikaalaagni - Kaalaaya
Kaalaagni - Rudraaya Nilakantaaya Mrityunjayaaya
Sarveshvaraaya Sadaashivaaya
Sriman Mahadevaaya Namah
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The Devourer of Notions
05:28
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The original wisdom,
The primordeal knowledge,
Simple, like a boulder,
Indestructable and unchangeable.
Witness the fire.
Stare at the water.
Realise the nonduality
Of the observed and the observer.
Through this meditative prism
Perhaps you'll understand the principle of a sacrifice?
And cultivate the will that'll surpass the desires
Of both the evil spirits and even the gods
On the path of planetary evolution
Accumulated in the self-consciosness of single beings
The mutually exclusive feelings, the opposite ideas
Determine who's worthy of life, and who shall perish,
Become the nutriment for the stronger!
I've become the predator of feelings
I've become the devourer of notions
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The Severe
06:58
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An incarnation of the destroyer,
The ruler of the battlefield.
Strong in wows, known as the Severe,
Great chief Bhishma fell defeated.
Defated by his kin,
He gave his final scream.
Old warlord met his end
On a bed of arrows.
By the gift for immense willpower,
He determined his final our.
Desecrated by the imposter,
He refused to fight this living shield,
A woman disguised as a man.
Falling from his chariot, he could not touch the earth,
Being penetrated by a hundred arrows.
The defender of dharma, destroyer of destroyers
Left the field of Kuru in grievous howling
On a bed of arrows.
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Samskaram
06:51
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Old psychic traumas and memories of humiliation,
Are hard to remember but still you will never, never forget.
You'll never be able to overcome the frustrations
Till you look in the eyes of your deepest subconscious fear.
Injustice poisons the soul, demands retribution.
Mind draws pictures of severe mutilation.
All your life you've been fed by illusions,
The time has come for your liberation.
Running from the fear, you loose your life.
Hiding from yourself in endless lies.
Yeah, you steal from yourself.
Accept the pain and tear it down.
Will you stop feeding the devils,
Vengeance is nothing but venom.
This struggle within just makes you weaker.
You are so sick of these problems.
But no one'll help you, just no one.
Because you fight the nonexistent.
Right?
A judgement for delusions.
It's time for separation.
For the rightful execution
Of this imbecile inside you.
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Rajas/Tamas
06:51
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Selfish mind,
full of desires
Makes you blind,
Sows the sorrow seeds.
Rage beyond your comprehenshion,
A giant fire feeds it.
You curse the creation
But you are the molder of this lie.
From wrath to cloudy obscuration.
This madness burns to ash.
Awaken the demon.
Your hoggish lust is what makes him real.
Throw it away
Or face the unavoidable.
Watch yourself - it all will end in tears.
Stinging pain. Suffering. Misery.
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