#Tantra Rituals

[mamaindia]

Discover the Sacred Essence of Tantra's Most Revered Ritual: Yoni Worship.

Yoni worship is one of Tantra's most sacred, ancient rituals—a profound ceremony that honors and celebrates the divine feminine. This practice transcends physicality, reaching into the heart of spiritual reverence, where the Yoni is seen as the source of life, power, and creative energy. Through this ritual, the sacred feminine is celebrated in all her grace, strength, and nurturing spirit, recognizing her as the essence of universal creation.

In Yoni worship, practitioners engage in a deeply mindful and loving experience that nurtures both the healer and the worshipped. This ritual serves as a gateway to spiritual awakening, inner healing, and a deeper connection with the feminine Shakti. By honoring the Yoni, this ritual offers a pathway to release emotional and energetic blockages, harmonize energies, and awaken the dormant divine essence within.

Through this sacred practice, the Yoni is venerated, not merely as a symbol but as a living expression of the divine feminine. This intimate journey of worship nurtures a profound reverence for feminine Shakti, inviting one into a space of healing, empowerment, and spiritual unity. To know more about authentic and ancient ritual of Yoni worship click to read my blog post here

https://mamasindia.wordpress.com/2024/10/16/from-blockages-to-bliss-the-healing-powers-of-yoni-worship-massage/

[thatshowthingstarted]

Kapala, Tibet (19th century),

Polychromy on bone,

Private Collection.

[connectingpatterns]

Somagetic Tantic Energy Healing

[srividyatantram]

Let Ganapati remove obstacles, Bala steady your lifestyle, Ashwarooda protect work and society, Sampatkari bring wealth, let Varahi remove enemies and steady senses, let Matangi steady mind and siddhis, then get to Sowbhagya Vidya of Lalitha so that family and overall prosperity. With all key areas covered and well protected, by supporting energy forces, then get to Shodashi, to dettach, without impacting anything attached. Every system of Mahavidya has a proper Krama.

[sacredsensualist]

Finally my first share!

I am prepping for a pleas•ure experience with a couple and I love the new fur vibe in here!

🤓 Have you ever asked yourself how you can have more pleasure in your life?

#MargotBoheme #PleasurActivism

[tantra-san-diego]

Honoring the Journey: Reflections on Growth and Transformation

As the end of the year approaches, I find myself looking back at the journey I’ve traveled—both on the path of Tantra and in life itself. Each experience, challenge, and triumph has been a thread in the tapestry of my transformation. Tantra teaches us to honor the wholeness of our being, which includes not just our moments of bliss and success but also our struggles and growth. In this weeks…

[subir-astrologer]

SOMEONE STOLE MY BILVA PATRA TREE AND KEPT A BROKEN DURGA MAA IDOL. WHAT DOES IT MEAN

There are two ways to look at it, one negative way which generally everyone loves and will like to go for it and another is positive way which generally people do not like much due to human tendency of getting attracted towards negative first.

Since India is a land of tantra and mantra, so if one ask any person in general will talk negative and scare you.

They will say that someone has done some witchcraft practise on him and so he should visit a tantric or a knowledgeable person of that subject and seek his guidance.

The reality 99.99% chance that one will never meet a real tantric as they do not like to be in the society of people. They like to live away from people in jungle and hills. They are never stable in one place and so getting address of such tantric is again very difficult.

These tantric do not have affinity for money as they lives in jungle and hill and so spending money for pizza is out of question and where will they spend money. Money is useless thing for them.

The shastra the tantrics learned is not for hurting human being and scaring them but to get divine knowledge and moksha. And so a real tantric will never come in the human society to do tantric business.

So what ever happened with the native is act of gimmick to scare him and deviate him to someone who can squeeze out money from him on the name of tantric witchcraft practise. This can be done by a known close person to the native also.

On the other hand, if we see it positively then one can learn to understand that the act of stealing bilva patra tree was staged by GOD herself and that thief was a medium and the placement of the Maa Durga idol is signifying that the native should do Maa Durga Puja or do donation to Maa Durga Temple and seek blessing.

It is all up to us how we access the situation. If we see things thru dark glass then everything will be seen dark and if we see things thru clear glass then everything will be seen bright and clear

[compassionmattersmost]

Tibetan Buddhism: A Path of Mind Training and Intrinsic Wisdom

In our journey of exploring spirituality across traditions, it is time to welcome the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism. At first glance, the colorful rituals, sacred music, and intricate costumes may seem confusing or overwhelming. Yet these outward forms are simply expressions of an inner practice that remains deeply practical and profound: the training of the mind. Tibetan Buddhism is not a…

[mamaindia]

Chinnamasta: The Severed-Head Goddess of Tantra and Shakti Awakening

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Amazing ritual to create and dissolve spiritual energy!

[lifetimeyogi]

Top 9 Reasons Why Kamakhya Temple is Considered as the Greatest Shakti Peeth According to Tantra

[manwizstud]

Amazing don't the feets burn they are literally in fire 🔥

Esoteric Dance On Fire

Shakti Is the Power Of Brahm It’s manifest aspect of the unmanifest Brahm (Brahman) - Dr Devang H Dattani

Esoteric dance on fire

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[the-californicationist]

The Window (Ch. 03)

Ch. 01 // Ch. 02 // Ch. 03 --- AO3

TW: breeding kink, reverse harem

You were sweating buckets in this brush cover, waiting for the enemy to pop their head over the fence. Beads of salty perspiration ran down your face in thin rivulets, threatening your eyes and soaking into your keffiyeh. 

“You alright, little bird?” Price whispered down to you breathlessly, passing you his canteen. 

You nodded, drinking from the plastic container, slaking your thirst. You shouldn’t have been having such a hard time with the Urzikstani heat, but you were. It didn’t help that you’d gotten sick yesterday off of a bad MRE. You were just ready for this mission to be over with. 

“I didn’t hurt you last night, did I, Spar?” Ghost asked, checking his sights again, not taking his eyes off of the target. 

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m alright.”

Ghost’s comment made your memory of your night together rush back, bombarding you with ghosts of your mens’ tantric sensations all over again. 

Price had read another book about fertility, some ancient text from a few centuries ago, translated into English. And he’d been convinced that tantra was the way to go. 

“Slow down, Simon. Keep your breathing up, yeah just like that. From your belly. Tha’s a good lad,” the captain coached. 

John’s setup was very specific. All of their bodies were sandwiched around you as you lay with your back on Price’s chest, propped up into a lounging position, and Soap and Gaz were glued to your sides, each worshiping a breast at their commander’s instruction. 

Soap’s hand was glued to your belly, just above your mons, pressing down gently, squeezing you. Gaz’s hand was on your midsection, hopefully covering the right chakra, and Price’s hands were on your chest and forehead, holding your eyes up, staring into Simon’s struggling face. Meanwhile, Ghost was sheathed deep inside of you, rotating his hips without fully removing his cock, churning himself inside of you like a big, burly engine, breathing like he was running a marathon. 

You, too, were breathing. In when he breathed in, out when he breathed out. All of you were rubbing and massaging and inhaling and exhaling. It was overwhelming. You’d never been so wet in your life. You were so soft and pliant inside of your core that you could feel every micro movement that Simon performed. If he had actually been pounding into you like he normally did, you would have been a screaming, crying mess. 

“Alright, little bird. Don’t forget your exercises,” Price reminded you, kissing your neck. You could feel John’s drooling cock as it lolled against your lower back, twitching as he watched his lieutenant work you into a froth. 

You did as you were told, completing the ritual by squeezing your smooth, internal muscles around Ghost’s impossibly fat dick on every down breath. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Ghost grunted through his teeth, baring them like a wounded wolf, “I can’t…”

You raised your hands to cup his cheeks, feeling the jagged scar that cut across his mouth, and you guided his lips to yours, kissing him as gently as you could, barely letting your tongue dart out to taste him. 

Between your throbbing pussy and his soft kisses, that was all it took to push you both over the edge. He came in hot, thick bursts, more than you’d ever felt from him, and he ground his hips into yours almost menacingly. 

“Alright,” Price kissed your cheek, his face so close to Simon’s it made your head spin, “You ready?”

You didn’t respond. You just felt your legs being spread apart by six strong hands. Then, each of Price’s men began to finger you, slowly pressing their longest digits into your come-filled hole. They began to gently — ever so gently — rub Ghost’s thick cream into you, as deep as it would go, stretching you and playing in you in a life-altering way, bringing you beyond the point of orgasm and into some sort of other-worldly bliss. 

For the cherry on top, your captain began to swipe long, wet circles over your clit. You were screaming so loudly that he had to use his other hand to cover your mouth, shushing you but not stopping his ministrations.  

“Tha’s a good girl. Let it out, little bird.”

You passed out from the overstimulation before you could witness Price’s orchestrated tantra come to a close, and you wondered if you would survive round two. 

Now, as you crouched behind these scratchy bushes, you weren’t sure how much more effective tantric sex would be at getting you pregnant, but it didn’t matter. 

You already were. 

You hadn’t told them yet. From everything you’d read, these first few weeks were a toss-up. Anything could happen, and the last thing you needed was to get everyone’s hopes up. You were also being deeply selfish. What would your relationship be like when you finally found out who the father was? You didn’t want to lose out on the incredible bond you’d built with them over these last three months. 

Your eyes saw movement. Then, you heard the cracking and popping sound of bullets striking the side of the building you were huddled against. Suddenly, a loud bang rang out overhead and all was silent once more. Soap came on the radio and said, 

“Target down.” 

“I’m hit,” you whispered, staring down at your leg with disbelief. A bullet must have ricocheted and struck you in the calf. In and out. A clean wound. 

“What?” Price said breathlessly, staring down at you as the blood began to stain your pants. 

“Oh, fuck!” Gaz scrambled over to you and scooped you up, rushing you back inside. He put pressure on the wound and wrapped it up tight, opening up his comms, “Hey! We need med-evac right fucking now!”

Johnny came down from his crow’s nest and knelt in front of you, holding your hand, 

“Those fuckin’ bastards,” he looked furious, “I wasnae fast enough.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shook your head, feeling your blood pressure rise, “I think it was a stray shot.”

You heard Price’s low growl as he came over the radio, screaming at Laswell’s extraction team, 

“Where’s my fuckin’ helo?”

You watched as Price and Ghost stripped the makeshift base back to its bones, stuffing all of your gear into the bags. Gaz and Soap were on you like glue, forcing you to elevate your leg and to drink water. Rubbing your forehead, trying to relieve the pain. 

It was a long thirty minutes back to the base. Price held you in his arms all the way through the building, pushing everyone out of the way. You were flanked by the others, like one big, sweaty bodyguard squad, just for you. 

The medics took you from Price, ushering your team out of the infirmary, fighting their protests to stay with you.

“It’s a GSW to the leg, captain. I think she’ll live,” the doctor rolled his eyes and shut the door. 

After that, the only thing you could remember was coming around, still groggy from the anesthetic, listening to the doctor’s voice just outside the room, muffled and murky,

“...no complications. Should heal up in a few weeks. The baby’s lifesigns are all norm—”

“Baby?!” 

The door to the infirmary shuddered like a bomb went off, and all four men poured into the room, still dressed in their gear from your mission. They hadn’t even gone back to their quarters, worried sick, pacing the hallway. Now, here they were, wide-eyed and staring at you for some explanation. 

There was a long pause as you tried to figure out what to say. But then, Soap said it for you, a hint of hurt in his voice,

“You knew.”

It wasn’t a question, so you didn’t answer him. You simply put your hands over your belly, protectively, stammering an excuse,

“I didn’t — You shouldn’t get your hopes up. It’s too soon.”

They all spoke at once, an eruption of emotion in the tiny room, 

“...should’ve told us at once! We…”

“...you felt you had to hide it…”

“...could’ve been killed on this mission! How could…”

The doctor came back inside, huffing at the scene,

“What the fuck is this? Mamma Mia? Get the hell out! She needs rest. Get! That’s an order, Captain.”

Price and his men were silent, sorely cowed by the doctor’s orders. Soap came to your side, kissing your forehead,

“See you soon, bonnie.”

Ghost gave you a soft smile and followed him out. Gaz brushed the hair out of your face and put his hand over yours as they lay across your belly, waiting for flutters and kicks that weren’t there. His full lips found yours and he left you wordlessly.

John was the last to leave. He looked like he was at war with himself, fighting over what to say and how to say it. His boonie hat was twisted in his hands, rolled in his palms, crushed by his immense strength. He didn’t kiss you. He didn’t even say goodbye. But, those bright blue eyes bored into yours, telling you everything you needed to know. 

You were released with a pair of crutches the following morning, and while you didn’t need them there, none of the boys showed up to help you like you thought they would. You made it all the way back to your quarters before you ran into Laswell. 

“Hey, Sparrow. How are you feeling?”

“I’ll live. Where is the 141? Is there a training or something?”

“No,” Laswell knitted her brow, not wanting to share her news, “You’ve been… temporarily reassigned. They have redeployed on another mission. Three days in Aqtabi. I’m sure they’ll touch base when they get back.”

“Reassigned?” You couldn’t believe it. You knew Price was protective, but this was going too far, “I’m… He took me off the team?”

“It’s temporary. Just until…” You watched in disbelief as her eyes trailed down not to your wound but to your belly, “Well, anyway, congratulations, soldier.”

She gave you a soft smile and left you standing in the hallway, experiencing every emotion at once, and landing on anger. No, not anger. White-hot rage.