#Mudra music

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#MixOfDay #Podacast #Radioshow #LiveDjset KISSMABASS #22 ft. Kwatee Our special serias of KISSMABASS Podcast. Compiled and recorded by Kwatee special for Mudra music, october 2023. Follow Kwatee: https://ift.tt/5dkTFJM Welcome to our home: www.mudramusic.ru www.t.me/mudramusic www.vk.com/mudracommunity
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[groovesnjams]

"Black Ice Mudra" by Rustie

DV:

Nearly a decade since the last time we heard from Rustie, and yet "Black Ice Mudra" picks up practically where he left off. Which generally would not be a compliment, especially in the fast-moving world of electronic/dance music where he fits. If you were to tell me Rustie was back and sounded like he did nine years ago, I'd be concerned. It shouldn't really work! But it does, and I don't think it's just because I'm nostalgic for the simpler times of a decade past (or even for the ten-month period between Old and "Attak" where it seemed like Rustie and Danny Brown were going to render everyone else obsolete.) Because even in the intervening decade, I can't think of any other producer even attempting Rustie's particular style: the spiraling chaos, the buzzing ferocity, the twinkling ecstacy. It's wild and unmistakably his. "Black Ice Mudra" still sounds fresh in 2024 because even now, Rustie's in his own world, mining a rich vein that hasn't nearly run out yet. He probably can't stay there forever, but for now? "Black Ice Mudra" is as much a thrill as he's ever delivered.

MG:

I will say that it's a little thin on tension -- something Rustie seemed capable of controlling with the curl of a finger a decade -- and it's short, as well, which reinforces that feeling of lack, but "Black Ice Mudra" is certainly still a rush. If Evian Christ's absolutely perfect Essential Mix (and the return of Evian Christ, more generally) is any indication, this era of post-dubstep/hard trance is big time back. In that way, "Black Ice Mudra" sounds like but a drop, a taste of what a full Rustie project can yet deliver. Since DV wrote up "Black Ice Mudra," Rustie has dropped the even more aggressive and frosty "Thornzz" but even as a pair, there's still so much suffocating tundra left to explore.

[underachievers-please-try-harder]

Track of the day // Rustie - Black Ice Mudra

[magicwingslisten]

Christ Surrounded by Singing and Music-making Angels by Hans Memling, 1480s (center of triptych)

[lightingelectratwo]

Old Deutornomy's kids as real cats

Cattywampus (basic deut/walking cover)

Macvity

Baby Grizz

Spike

Victor

Mudra

Muckustrap

Carmel

Rum Tum Tugger

[mikkouille]

you wouldnt think seeing this that just a dozen of quests ago i was enduring immense turmoil and even dare i say psychological torture

[insidermeditationmantra]

Unlocking Stability and Strength: The Power of the Root Chakra Beej Mantra

What are Chakras?

Chakras are energy centers in the human body, derived from ancient Indian spiritual traditions, particularly within the practices of yoga and meditation. The word "chakra" comes from Sanskrit, meaning "wheel" or "disk," symbolizing the spinning motion of energy. There are seven primary chakras, each aligned along the spine, and they correspond to different physical, emotional, and spiritual aspects of our well-being. When these energy centers are balanced, we experience health, emotional stability, and spiritual growth. However, when they are blocked or unbalanced, it may lead to physical, emotional, or mental issues.

What is the Root chakra (Muladhara) & where is it Placed?

The Root Chakra, also known as Muladhara (from the Sanskrit words "Mula" meaning root and "Adhara" meaning support), is the first of the seven primary chakras. It is associated with our foundation, grounding, and sense of security. The Root Chakra governs our basic survival needs such as food, safety, shelter, and stability.

Location: The Muladhara Chakra is located at the base of the spine, near the tailbone, and extends downward into the earth. It is associated with the element of Earth, symbolizing stability, grounding, and connection to the physical world.

When this chakra is balanced, you feel secure, stable, and supported by life. It is essential for feeling safe in your body and your environment.

Beej Mantra for Root chakra (Muladhara)

The Beej Mantra (seed sound) for the Root Chakra is "LAM" (pronounced "lahm"). This powerful sound vibration directly resonates with the energy of the Muladhara Chakra and helps activate and balance it.

The Beej Mantra "LAM" carries the energy of the earth element, deeply grounding and stabilizing one's energy. By chanting this mantra, you can bring a sense of security and calmness, allowing the energy of the Root Chakra to flow freely.

Benefits of Chanting Root chakra (Muladhara) Beej Mantra

Chanting the "LAM" Beej mantra has numerous physical, emotional, and spiritual benefits:

Grounding: It helps in establishing a strong connection to the earth, making you feel more grounded and present in the moment.

Increased Stability: It enhances your sense of security, both physically and emotionally, helping you overcome fear and anxiety.

Improved Health: Regular chanting can boost vitality, physical strength, and immunity, supporting the overall health of the body.

Financial Abundance and Career Success: Muladhara is linked to financial stability and career growth. Chanting the Beej mantra promotes abundance and opportunities in your professional life.

Emotional Balance: It reduces feelings of instability, insecurity, and fear, fostering a calm, balanced emotional state.

Inner Peace: By stabilizing your energy, the Root Chakra mantra leads to a greater sense of inner peace and confidence.

How to Chant the Root chakra (Muladhara) Beej Mantra

To properly chant the "LAM" Beej mantra and activate the Root Chakra, follow these steps:

Find a Comfortable Position: Sit in a comfortable, upright posture, either on the floor or in a chair, with your spine straight. You can also sit cross-legged in a meditative posture (Padmasana or Sukhasana).

Focus on Your Breath: Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to relax your mind and body. Inhale deeply through your nose and exhale through your mouth.

Place Your Hands on Your Knees: You can place your palms facing up or in a mudra (gesture) such as the Gyan Mudra (tip of the thumb and index finger touching) for added focus and energy flow.

Visualize the Root Chakra: Focus on the area at the base of your spine, where the Root Chakra is located. Visualize a red spinning wheel of light in this area. Imagine this red energy becoming vibrant and strong with each breath.

Chant the Mantra: Begin chanting the Beej mantra "LAM" silently or aloud. Focus on the vibration of the sound. You can chant the mantra for at least 5–10 minutes or longer if you prefer. Try to feel the sound resonating at the base of your spine, activating and energizing the Root Chakra.

End with Gratitude: When you feel complete, slowly bring your awareness back to the present moment. Take a few deep breaths, and express gratitude for the sense of stability, grounding, and peace that has been activated within you.

By incorporating this simple yet powerful practice into your daily routine, you can enhance your physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being, ensuring a balanced and harmonious life.

[mysticdragon3md3]

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Never before noticed mudras in old Jesus portraits.

[iamlisteningto]

Rustie’s “Black Ice Mudra”

[priokskfm]

#MixOfDay #Podacast #Radioshow #LiveDjset Mudra podcast / Dtechs - Дух [MM110] Mixed & Recorded by Dtechs special for Mudra Music. October, 2023. Follow Dtechs: https://ift.tt/tuJxQma https://ift.tt/sI7WPTF https://ift.tt/MVEX0Yb Welcome to our home: www.mudramusic.org
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[telugutimesdigimedia]

'Kantara' music director Ajanish Loknath in 'RX100' director's new film!!

Director Ajay Bhupathi who grabbed everyone's attention with 'RX 100'. He will be making his third film with a new genre story under his own banner 'A Creative Works' and 'Mudra Media Works'.

'Ajanish Loknath' who has given sensational albums for films like 'Vikrant Rona' and 'Kantara', while giving divine albums on the one hand, has enthralled the masses with songs.

Ajanish Loknath, who takes any story to the next level with his background music and songs, will be composing the music for Ajay Bhupathi's third film.

[banjjakz]

final girl: jjk visualkei idol!au x stan!f!reader

author's note: this is a choose-your-own-adventure PWP series. each route will have its own host of chapter-specific warnings, but some general content advisories include: obsession, stalking, elements of horror, codependent/unhealthy relationships, imbalanced power dynamics, erotic descriptions of death, etc etc please see: main menu for navigation & guide for recommended route order. enjoy ~ ^^

> main menu > guide

[PROLOGUE]

➡ GAME START

The time: three o’clock in the morning. The place: one of Kabukichou’s countless dilapidated venues. The weather: piercingly frigid, biting cold which mercilessly impales your already tumultuous gut. Those in attendance: approximately three hundred other dedicated fans, and – of course – the main act:

Shinjuku Showdown.

As an underground idol group, ShinShow makes no effort to conform to some false overly polished, perfectly airbrushed boy-group image. What sets them apart from the rest of the underground crowd is their steadfast dedication to their unique concept: jujutsu sorcery.

Allegedly, all members of ShinShow are reincarnated sorcerers from various eras in Japanese history, reborn to entrance thousands with the preternatural capabilities of their musical talent. In this lifetime, they manipulate the cosmos not with mudras, but with peerless performances.

Many so-called stans claim to know their lore inside out; you, however, pride yourself on being a part of the slim majority of the fanbase who has walked with the members since the beginning. You were a fan of each individual member while they were preoccupied in other idol activities before eventually joining together to create ShinShow. This, you are convinced, sets you apart from the swathe of fresh blood clogging up the congested standing pit. Everyone loiters in one single cesspool of quivering, fanatic anticipation. You bet many others feel like prey, yearning to be caught in the captivating gaze of their preferred member. But you’re different. You aren’t prey.

After years of unwavering support including (but certainly not limited to): countless hours spent digitally streaming; months’ worth of paychecks devoted to VVVVVVVVIP Access Packages, pre-releases, physical albums, official merch; and premium music subscription services, you consider yourself the exact opposite of a creature lying in wait, ready to be devoured.

No, you are the one who does the devouring.

Consuming ShinShow content is the closest you have ever come in your miserable life to satiating the empty void weighing you down, siphoning the sleep out of your nights, rendering your few non-work-related phone calls devoid of any real meaning.

Walking with ShinShow has brought you to a new, enlightened state of being. You are cleansed anew each time you have the privilege of breathing in the same atmosphere into which they perspire, passionately entangled in the performance of their morose melodies. Screaming fan chants until your throat bleeds and pricking yourself with arts and crafts supplies in the effort to make your own cheering uchiwa are essential sources from which you derive a tenuous – but nonetheless persistent – will to live.

Supporting ShinShow has become a devotional act. And you are, if nothing else, devout.

Up above head, the house lights are snuffed into nonexistence. An impenetrable darkness asphyxiates all sense of vision and a charged murmur sweeps through the venue. Excitement runs rampant like an epidemic, spreading from phone charm to deco’d polaroid holder to custom-made fan slogan.

It’s time.

As always, you hear them before you see them: the isolated, mournful wailing of an electric guitar echoes throughout the atmosphere, seemingly pulling a shroud over the crowd and commandeering the entirety of your attention to the mysteriously black stage. Soon to follow are the crashing of symbols, the striking of drums, the unnerving thrum of that otherworldly bassline, and last, but certainly not least, the main vocal’s banshee-like shriek.

The show is absolutely charged with some sort of intoxicating misery. This is why you love them above all others – the unique, dreadful energy that pools wherever ShinShow performs is a testament to their unmatched skills as entertainers.

Even in the midst of a taxing live show, there is not a crack in the façade, not a chink in the armor. The drummer, despite pounding away with reckless abandon, displays an unshakable poker face of utter apathy, which would be made somewhat less terrifying if he didn’t have on his usual corpse paint: a white face, powdered and even like a geisha, bisected at the middle with a harsh black line cutting neatly from cheekbone to cheekbone. Even when shouting some of the raunchier, more aggrieved lyrics, his black-painted lips curl rather cutely around the vulgar vowels.

Just as dedicated to his craft, the bassist plucks out morose notes with limp hands and cold eyes, moving his body as a medical examiner might manipulate a cadaver’s stiff limbs. He’s got lanky, black hair with parted bangs brushing his impossibly long, doll-like lashes. Despite his pretty looks, he appears ultimately ghoulish, with a wan complexion, sunken cheekbones, and lips perpetually bitten raw. This is not to say he doesn’t get excited while performing – because he absolutely does! But when he moves, it is with a disconcerting preternatural speed. Is it truly the adrenaline rush of a live performance that moves him? Or does something else entirely occupy his svelte, hollow carcass?

Not to be outdone, the lead singer inspires as much awe as he does fear in the hearts of his catatonic, reverential fans. In stark contrast to his easygoing off-stage countenance, his on-stage persona lets his hair loose. Literally. A smooth, unbroken cascade of obsidian drapes his well-toned form from the crown of his head to the small of his back. Many of his female fans are envious of his well-maintained locks, and rant about this very grievance in pages and pages of obsessive online ramblings. With tastefully gauged lobes, a spear of shocking silver speared through his tongue, and swirls of ink lining the ribbed midsection of his throat, the band’s front man is an unapologetically alternative heartthrob. When he sings, it sounds like he’s trying to resurrect something long dead and gone through sheer force of will. How anything alive or otherwise could resist his siren’s call is an eternal mystery.

And last, but certainly not least, there is the guitarist, who stands a full head taller than the rest of his bandmates and at least twice as wide. What he lacks in the conventionally attractive, youthful bishounen image of most male idols, he makes up for with a physique gifted from above (or below?) itself. His muscles ripple, glistening with sweat and the remnants of many upended water bottles, as he shreds his strings and whips his unruly pink hair in all-consuming, passionate fervor. Out of all the members, he must be the most unapproachable – after all, his concept is that he’s an epochs-old evil curse who used to eat women and children for fun!  If it weren’t for his washboard abs and de facto stage outfits of open-faced robes and shredded T-shirts, you wonder how many fans he would have left to claim.

Before you know it, the performance draws to a close just as suddenly as it had spontaneously combusted into existence! During the final speaking mention, one of the members wields some lethal fan-service: some fan had thrown a pair of fox ears onto the stage. When he decided to not only put them on, but to pose with cute foxlike mannerisms, the gap moe is too much for the audience to handle. The crowd surges forward, and with a complete lack of any kind of barrier or barricade (this is Kabukichou, after all) you are sent flying into the alarmingly solid, wide, warm chest of the imposing security guard. He looks down at you from the tall bridge of his nose, wordlessly impassive save for the slight quirk of amusement that twists his scarred lips. Beefy arms stabilize you, dispelling your disorientation. Each of his large hands respectively span nearly the entire width of your upper arm. Wow. Sure, he looks well into his forties, but you think he could definitely have a shot as some niche-market idol. He’s even got dark fringe and a sharp jawline! The wrinkles aren’t too bad, either…. if you squint, he’s kinda…

Ahh, you have to pull yourself together! Making goo-goo eyes at this random stranger will ruin your chances at catching the encore. Hurriedly, you (not so) politely squirm your way back into the crowd front, a (not so) respectful distance away from the edge of the stage.

As the final chords fade out into the tepid night, you blink back tears of shock. While it is not unusual for you to be moved to weeping at a ShinShow gig, something about tonight feels markedly different. Is it just you, or were several of the members meeting your eye? Each song in the set saw a moment of charged intensity between either the drummer, the bassist, the lead singer, or the guitarist. In every instance, you flushed red-hot with disbelief, with wanton ecstasy at the thought that you were a passing object in their distracted, roaming gaze. The thought is enough to make you more than a little weak in the knees.

Shaking your head, you are forcibly evicted from your reverie when the house lights surge back to life. The show is over. The music is gone. The members have finally retreated backstage. Some audience members file out of the main exit, while others linger behind in naïve hopes of catching just one more glimpse.

What will you do?

➡ Loiter behind the venue.

➡ Sneak backstage.

[ramayantika]

I was in no mood for studying. Every time my eyes glanced at the page of my textbook, I would try to understand the concept, but my efforts were in vain. All the words flew above my head, and my mind was cluttered with a hundred different things.

I was humming a tune with my feet tapping to the beats. My fingers tried to rotate an empty pen flawlessly as my mind raced with thoughts about the upcoming tests, with catchy tunes from Instagram reels serving as the background music.

Sighing, I placed the pen on my open notebook, scribbled with equations and definitions, and grabbed my phone from my bed. I peered outside the window, silently admiring the quiet roads of my society. It was 11 p.m., and I could see a few balconies lit with golden LED lights that looked warm and cosy.

Below my window were green bushes and jasmine plants that were filled with white buds, ready to bloom at dawn. I plugged my earphones into the phone and opened YouTube to play my favourite go-to songs to soothe my mind.

And just like that, my body began swaying to the familiar tunes, and a smile graced my lips. Deciding that I could no longer stop myself from dancing, I quietly locked my room from the inside and unplugged my earphones.

Opening my braid, I let my hair fall loosely down my shoulders. Admiring the curly ends that had formed because of the tight braid, I smiled at the mirror and admired myself in the mirror.

Dressed in a long grey sleepwear T-shirt and black capri, I wasn’t a sight to behold at eleven in the night, especially for someone who had spent all her day studying. I looked exhausted after all the mental labour my brain had to do, but the open hair and the light breeze from the window did make me feel a little refreshed.

Aankhon ki gustakhiyan came up, and I grinned at the mirror. I twirled in the room as gracefully and quietly as I could. Kavita Krishnamurthy’s part came up a while later, and I was ready with katakamukha mudra to enact a woman shyly opening her veil to her beloved.

Aankhon ki sharm-o-haya maaf ho

Tumhe dekh ke jhukti hain

Uthi aankhen joh baat na keh saki

Jhuki aankhen woh kehti hain

I pretended to peer down while darting my eyes for a second at my imaginary lover in the mirror at the last line. Taking another twirl, I began practicing a few hand combinations for the instrumental part while practicing an easy-going, graceful smile in the mirror.

Quickly lining my eyes with kajal and applying a bindi to the centre between my eyebrows, I hurried back to the middle of my room, which acted as my imaginary stage, and giggled to myself while blushing hard for the upcoming stanza.

Kajal ka ek til tumhare labon pe laga loon

Haan chanda aur suraj ki nazron se tumko bacha loon.

I dabbed some kajal from the corner of my eyelids and applied it below my lips, and then I acted to be completely besotted with my beloved.

Har dum tumhe sochti hain

Jab hosh mein hota hai jahaan

Madhosh yeh karti hain

Moving my fingers around my kohl-lined eyes, I closed them a little and curved my wrists in a spinning motion to show the state of being drunk in love.

My eyes for a second moved outside the window and went downwards at the bushes when I found a boy staring up at me. I gasped and averted my eyes while scurrying back to the door to calm my racing heart.

I counted the rapid beating of my heart until ten and tip-toed to the window again. Hiding half of my face behind the curtain, I peered down the window to check if the boy was still standing there or not.

He was!

“No use hiding. I have already seen you. You dance really well.”

Blushing at the compliment and at my embarrassment, I replied, “Thanks.”

“What’s your name?” The boy asked.

The white lights were dim, and some were already switched off. I could barely make out the boy’s appearance. I could spot a bike and the boy standing beside it, all dressed in a sleeveless grey tank top and black trousers. His hair tousled because of the wind, probably from the bike ride, and his face was half hidden thanks to the dim street lights; he looked no less dreamy.

I wondered how I hadn’t seen this guy before.

“Sameera. Yours?”

“I will tell you if you agree to meet me at the society park tomorrow evening. I am new here, though.”

Taken aback and slightly amused at his forwardness, I said, “I have my dance class in the evening.”

“When does your class end?”

“At 6.30 PM.”

The boy thought for a while before saying. I silently looked at him, wondering what in the fictional novel world I had actually seeped into when he looked up at me again. “I will see you around 7 then. Goodnight.”

Passing me a two-finger salute, he sat atop his bike and sped off towards D-wing. After a minute, I tapped my head and stood in front of the mirror to contemplate what had happened in these ten minutes. Aankhon ki gustakhiyan had finished a long time ago, and Dekha ek khwaab had begun playing.

I rolled my eyes while trying to hide the bright smile on my lips as I glanced at my reflection. Hiding my face in my palms, I closed my textbook and notebook. Placing them on their rightful shelves, I made my bed, and with a strange, warm smile, I went to bed. My mind was now fixed on the boy on the bike outside the window.

***

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This was supposed to be a short story par nahi hua so maybe with enough motivation I might just end up writing this in parts to fuel my writing with end sems kyunki dimag isn't dimaging well :(

IT'S 1 AM NOW?? HOW BYE I WILL GO SLEEP AND WAKE UP TO STUDY TOMOROW

Also if you want to be added in the taglist, do let me know

[talonabraxas]

Nataraja ॐ

The symbolism of Nataraja, the Cosmic Dancer

The Cosmic Dancer The cosmic dance is the dance of life itself, including creation, preservation, destruction of the entire universe and spiritual grace to understand and go beyond to liberation.

In Hinduism, the objective of life is not to go to heaven but to attain liberation, which means to understand the true nature of ourselves beyond the ego-person that we are familiar with.

I have always wondered why dance was chosen as the art to represent this, not music, painting, poetry, sculpture or any other art. In my view, it may be because dance is the only art that cannot stand by itself without the artist.

One can observe and enjoy paintings, sculptures, poetry and even listen to music, but there is no dance without the dancer being present and visible in the moment. It is a powerful way of showing God is immanent in all of creation. The creator and creation are inseparable.

Ring of Fire

Shiva’s dance is set within a ring of cosmic fire, prabha mandala, which represents time (which destroys everything) and which is shown as a circle to symbolize the Hindu belief that time is cyclical and without end.

Within the cosmos represented by the ring of fire, the form of Nataraja is seen as comprised of five concepts:

Srishti, creation, evolution Sthiti, preservation, support Samhara, destruction, evolution Tirobhava, illusion Anugraha, release, emancipation, grace

Srishti His upper right hand holds a small hourglass shaped drum (damaru) that makes the primal sounds of creation Shrishti.

There is this interesting idea in Hinduism that creation originates as sound, as vibration. Fritjof Capra found echoes of quantum theory in this, where all matter is vibrating at the atomic level.

Here are a couple of extracts from Fritjof Capra’s The Tao of Physics:

“The Dance of Shiva symbolizes the basis of all existence. At the same time, Shiva reminds us that the manifold forms in the world are not fundamental, but illusory and ever-changing. Modern physics has shown that the rhythm of creation and destruction is not only manifest in the turn of the seasons and in the birth and death of all living creatures, but is also the very essence of inorganic matter.

“According to quantum field theory, the dance of creation and destruction is the basis of the very existence of matter. Modern physics has thus revealed that every subatomic particle not only performs an energy dance, but also is an energy dance; a pulsating process of creation and destruction. For the modern physicists then, Shiva’s dance is the dance of subatomic matter, the basis of all existence and of all natural phenomena.”

In recognition of this profound and seamless bridging of mythology, religion, science and the ever-changing universe, a large bronze Nataraja stands at CERN, Switzerland, home to the Large Hadron Collider and the main home of modern research into particle physics.

Sthiti His lower right hand makes the abhaya mudra. It is the gesture of fearlessness or protection for his devotees. It also indicates preservation/support for the cosmos

Samhara His upper left hand holds a blazing flame or agni, symbolizing his power of destruction.

The way both creation and destruction are held in the dance pose signifies the balance between the two.

There is another interesting aspect of balance as well, that’s not often discussed.

Nataraja has different earrings in each ear. On the right ear is an earring in the shape of a crocodile, usually worn by men. His left ear has a traditional circular earring worn by women. The divine can be seen as male, female, both, and neither, another facet of Hinduism.

Tirobhava His right foot is on a dwarf, personifying human ego, ignorance and spiritual illusion which he keeps under control. This is the act of tirobhava or veiling — that is, reality is veiled from our understanding.

The serpent around his neck represents both our evil tendencies but also the coiled kundalini shakti within us (those interested in yoga would likely have come across the term kundalini).

Anugraha Anugraha, grace and emancipation, is indicated by the combination of the lower left hand, which points toward his upraised foot, showing the way to moksha in surrendering to the lord.

The uplifted left leg is revealing grace, which releases the mature soul from bondage. Hindus touching the feet of their elders in respect is an echo of God’s feet being considered holy.