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Vira Chandra: The living heart of Tantra has never been locked in stone.
It has never been a fossilized system of rules, rituals, or frozen doctrines.
From the very beginning, Tantra has flowed like a river—shifting its shape across desha (place), kala (time), and patra (the vessel or practitioner).
It has appeared in jungles, temples, cremation grounds, caves, and city apartments.
Sometimes as a whisper. Sometimes as a scream.
But always: as living fire.
If your path is truly Tantric, it will breathe with your life.
It will grow in secret places.
It will not ask you to mimic the ancients, but to meet the Goddess in the soil of your own experience.
This doesn't mean throwing away form or lineage.
It means holding them like a lamp—not a cage.
Yes—ritual has power.
Yes—lineage is sacred.
But if you mistake the shell for the pearl, or the script for the thunder in your bones—then the path becomes a mere cosplay.
To truly walk Tantra is to listen.
Not to the noise of the world, nor even the noise of Tradition—
but to the living current, the Spanda, that pulses through your being, adjusting itself in real-time to who you are, where you stand, and what the moment demands.
And that listening requires humility, tapas, love.
Because Tantra isn’t about breaking rules.
It’s about breaking open.
And in that breaking open,
may She dwell forever,
the One whose nature is eternal auspiciousness— not as mere concept or image,
but as living presence within your own heart:
Nivasatu Hṛdi Bālā Nitya-Kalyāṇa-Śīlā
May Bala, ever-auspicious, dwell within the heart!
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