Guruji Amritananda
Vira Chandra:
He walked gently,
spoke softly,
and shook the very bones of Tradition.
They called him fake.
They called him obsessed.
They whispered behind his back that he was dangerous, indulgent, not “true lineage.”
Because how else do you crucify a man who sees the Goddess in a woman’s breath?
They could never understand him—
not because he was unclear,
but because he was too clear.
Too simple. Too direct. Too drenched in Shakti to be confined by scriptures that forgot their own source.
He saw a woman—not as a problem to be solved,
not as a temptation to be feared,
not as a tool to produce karma-cleansing sons—
but as Devi Herself.
Not metaphor. Fact.
He told you that your body is a yantra.
That your longing is valid.
That you don’t need the approval of a shaved priest to feel Her presence.
And for that—they ridiculed him.
Because temples can be controlled.
But a woman awakening? That cannot be caged.
And neither can the man who dares to say,
“Let her be worshipped—not in idea, but in touch, in gaze, in surrender.”
Yes, he built Devipuram—
a great field of Shakti where thousands could come to remember Her.
But now, after his passing, even Devipuram risks becoming just another temple.
He was never tired of saying:
“The real Devipuram is your body.
Devi manifests from there.”
He laughed like a child,
and carried mysteries like a sage.
He could play,
and he could burn.
Both were worship.
And now, though his body is gone,
the ones who mocked him still perform their chants,
still debate about lineage and tantra like dogs barking at thunder—
and He is still here,
moving in dreams,
burning through songs,
awakening in those bold enough to whisper,
“She is here.
In me.
Without shame.”
If you feel that,
you are already his student.
And you don’t need initiation.
You’re already touched.
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