#tanric

[mahayanapilgrim]

Yab-Yum

Yab-yum represents the ideals of tantric sexual practice as a posture for making love. It weaves the transcendent and the immanent together by combining verticality with a deep sense of closeness.

Yab-Yum: Symbol of Divine Union

Yab-Yum is the symbol of divine union. It is the posture in which man and women are united between Heaven and Earth: a classic meditation posture. In many lovemaking postures one of the couple is underneath the other, but in Yab-Yum, both partners are equally upright.

"Yab-Yum" is a Tibetan term meaning "father-mother".

In Tibetan Tantra it is about the union of Compassion and Truth/ Wisdom. In Indian Tantra it is about the masculine as a passive meditator with the feminine as a dancing shakti in his lap... pure awareness meeting pure energy. On a metaphysical level, Yab-Yum represents the union of dualistic forms in order to attain transcendence.

In other words, when we bring apparent opposites together in love we can enter a state beyond normal consciousness: a state of oneness or unity consciousness. A remembrance of who we are beyond name and form...

This is the ultimate goal of Tantra.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Do I give Price a leg injury and cane in the Mafia AU?

I can have a scene where Mafia Boss Nikolai returns a massage as part of John's ongoing physiotherapy (both professional and self-administered). Something-something being held in the jaw of the lion and feeling safe.

Also, I'd have to make this more than a one-shot because exploring how John Price manages being invalided out, feeling useless, slow... that's some deep shit. Like, the man has spent his entire adult life in the army. He is gonna have to develop healthy coping mechanisms and that shit is agony.

[santoschristos]

Shakti Based on the Hindu tradition, the goddess Shakti is generally associated with creative energy and is responsible for the universe's creation and destruction. Shakti also represents various goddesses who embody a broad set of elements and roles. Mythology: “In Hindu India, Shakti (pronounced shock’tee), the Goddess, is active, powerful, vital – the animating force of the universe. The masculine is the passive, inert, dormant force. Each Shakti has her God with whom she unties in sexual union. Without union, neither can do anything. To the Tanric mystics, the ultimate union with Shakti happens at the moment of death.

[cartoonscientist]

trans masc twitter is just like “do you think we should start encouraging people to eat invasive squirrels again” “who was that guy in 2007. mavis clavicle. tanric mandible. clastopher krandable.” which supports my theory that all trans dudes regardless of age act like a seventy year old retiree in an open hawaiian shirt

[66865644]

Thank you @tanrics-blog and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

[msmkcreates]

I now have a mighty need for poly headcanons (both sfw & nsfw) with stretch and mutt o-o... its the only cure to my thirst.

Did you say TAMIFIL

Stretch/Reader/Mutt poly relationship HC's

Mutt is the biggest spoon. He prefers to be the bottom of the dog pile, the one in the middle with his arm around each of you, etc. It helps him know you are both safe and also he worries he's too big to be little spoon.

Stretch is a relentless flirt and tease. He is constantly baiting both of you, just in different ways. With you he teases you until he decides it's time to play, enjoying your relieved moans when he finally kisses you. Rinse and repeat until a suitable time for sex. With Mutt, he never gets that far before Mutt gets frustrated and kisses him, but he doesn't try to goad him further, just accepts his fate and kisses him back.

You cook, Stretch does dishes. Mutt always tries to help and you both kick him out to rest because he works and you two don't. (Stretch works from home and you're a student)

Mutt gets fidgety when there are guests. He gets fidgety in public, too. Anywhere that you both are interacting with others makes him twitchy, he hates when people touch you at all and he worries that someone may hurt you when you go out without him. You both are pretty good about texting him when you're out and about, to calm his nerves.

You and Stretch have occasionally brought up the subject of collars in front of him, literally in front of him with the two of you discussing collar benefits and the type you'd like to wear. You're just waiting for him to get the courage to ask. He's only scared because he doesn't want you both to resent him for "owning" you.

Stretch is a gift giver. He's constantly doing things or bringing home small trinkets for you and Mutt. Eventually it turned into little collections, almost an inside joke--you have a growing army of sock monkeys and Mutt has anything wolf-related taking up a good corner of your shared room. Eventually you both started getting Stretch bee stuff, as a play on the nickname "honeybee" that you both call him. Your house is colorful that way.

Mutt and Stretch are both very sexually charged, more so than you on most days. Often before you get home from school, they've already worked out their frustrations a few times--Mutt worries about hurting you, especially if he's pent up, so a few rounds with Stretch first is not only enjoyable, but also practical.

Alone time with Stretch is usually soft, quiet evenings spent sharing music and making out, making love. He loves to cuddle and drink tea while watching TV.

Alone time with Mutt is usually an evening in bed, tanric sex and murmured affections. Long breaks between rounds where he will hold you and just talk, holding you close. Towards the end of the night when he starts to get tired he will confess his love over and over, and almost always it ends in a sincerely grateful "thanks for bein' with me, darlin'."

Sometimes Stretch tops, and you get to see Mutt be the biggest fucking brat ever. Stretch handles it flawlessly though, usually by giving you extra attention because you're "being good" until finally Mutt is whining and begging and promising to be good, too.

Mutt and Stretch LOVE to double team you. You're pretty sure they spend their spare time researching different positions for three ways because they alsways have something new they wanna try. They work together flawlessly until you're a puddle on the ground.

Occasionally you and one boy team up against the other. For Stretch, this usually means a night of overstimulation play and handcuffs, but for Mutt it's an overabundance of gentle kisses and praises ad you both touch and worship him. Either way, the target partner is always left in a blissful state.

The boys have a running competition to see who can get to the door first, no matter what, even if they are naked. One time you were enjoying alone time with Mutt and he ported you both downstairs in a sheet to answer the mortified FedEx guy. After that, teleporting was expressly forbidden in the door game

Sometimes you see them cuddling on the couch, deep in quiet conversation and inches away from a kiss. You don't know what they talk about during those times but you leave them alone and soon enough they seek you out for soft kisses and appreciation.

[an-absolute-travesty]

Fintan x Kenric

TANRIC! TANRIC! TANRIC! TANRIC! TANRIC! TANRIC!

[hinduawaken]

Shree Tara

The oral tradition gives an intriguing origin to the goddess Tara. The legend begins with the churning of the ocean between the Devas (Hindu Gods) and Asuras (Hindu Demons). The Deva Shiva drank the poison that was created from the churning of the ocean (in the process turning his throat blue and earning him the epithet Nilakantha), thus saving the world from destruction, but fell unconscious under its powerful effect. Tara Ma appeared and took Shiva on her lap. She suckled him, the milk from her breasts counteracting the poison, and he recovered. This story is reminiscent of the one in which Shiva stops the rampaging Kali by becoming an infant. Seeing the child, Kali's maternal instinct comes to the fore, and she becomes quiet and nurses the infant Shiva. In both cases, Shiva assumes the position of an infant.

BamakhepaBamakhepa is the famous devotee of Ma Tara. He worshipped Tara as his mother and became very famous tanric.

[universalpocketdm]

Farewell Tour: Part 5

This is it, the final segment of Lance’s backstory. Expect an advice column on either Wednesday or Sunday, then we’ll be starting a new backstory on the next Sunday after that.

I brought Robin home and laid him out on the dining room table. Lyn came into the room, saw him, and started crying uncontrollably.

I fucked up again.

I left her there and went to bed without saying a word.

When I woke up, Lyn and Robin were gone. I went to a bar and drank until I passed out. When I woke up again I went back home, but Lyn still wasn’t there.

A couple days later a letter was slipped under the front door. It was from Lyn.

She took Robin’s body, it said, and she wasn’t going to tell me where he was buried. She didn’t believe I deserved to know, since it was my fault he was dead. I couldn’t argue with that.

I drank and I slept and I drank and I slept and I don’t know how much time I lost.

The whole band came by eventually to find out why I had missed two gigs in a row. I told them what happened, and they decided that what I really needed was time away from the city.

We all agreed to go on tour, to get my mind off things.

We played one final gig in the city and packed up everything we owned. I sold the house; Lyn hadn’t been back in so long I didn’t think she was ever going to return. We bought a horse and a cart, and then split up so everyone could take care of some final arrangements.

Which brings us to now.

All I ever wanted was to make music. I wanted to make people feel and dance and have a good time. I guess I did that, but gods did I pay for it.

Are you proud of me, Mother? Are you proud of what your son has become?

I’m a washed-up musician who can’t even remember the day, much less the year I was born.

How long has it been? How long since I walked out? How long did you wait, thinking I would return?

How long since you and Father gave up on me?

Everyone is gone. My son is dead, my wife is gone, and you…

Fuck, I’m talking to a stone six feet over your head like you can actually hear me.

I’ve got nothing left here. Maybe Father is still alive, maybe he’d even spare the time to talk to me, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to crawl back after all these years and pretend that we ever had anything but contempt for each other.

So I’m leaving, Mother. Travelling the world.

And I don’t expect I shall ever return.

[kevinwillpkgd]

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[froggytheclown]

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[mahayanapilgrim]

"Birds of a feather flock together. No matter what kind of friend you make, no matter how you associate with that person, you will eventually become like that person. That is what bonding is all about."

- Buddha (Udanavarga 25°I)

[kitapindir-in]

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[pandithvishnu-blog]

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What is Vashikaran? Why is needed? Who is to do? When you come across this word all these questions come to you. Vashikaran is the age old tanric practice where the Vashikaran specialist will use some mantras to control some one’s mind to act according to his desire. i.e we can control some one’s mind to act according to our wish. Vashikaran experts and specialist only can do this because if a person performs this without mastering it may give side effects.

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[universalpocketdm]

Farewell Tour: Part 4

This week marks the penultimate entry in Lance’s backstory. I may end up concluding it on Sunday if I can’t think of a good topic for an advice column, and then there’ll be a week or two before I start the next backstory.

I wanted to run, I wanted to hit somebody, I wanted to kill those Sczarni motherfuckers and chuck their corpses in the street.

I walked home.

By the time Lyn got home from work I was completely trashed on cheap liquor. She wanted to know where Robin was, and there was nothing I could tell her but the truth.

I told her about Zeranu, about the loan, about the interest, and about the kidnapping. She took it remarkably well; she slapped me hard enough to leave a bruise, demanded that I bring Robin home, and locked herself in the bedroom to cry.

What could I do? I didn’t have the money. Fuck, I didn’t even know where to lay my hands on that much money.

I probably spent half an hour just listening to Lyn crying before I walked out of the house.

The Korvosan Guard wouldn’t help, not against the Sczarni. Hell, I bet if I’d walked up to a guard and told him the Sczarni took my son he would have killed me right there and taken my body in for a reward.

I walked until I felt sober again, and realized there was only one option.

I had to kill the fuckers.

Nobody ever taught me to fight and I didn’t have the money to hire any muscle, so I thought I was going to go get myself killed, but there was nothing else to do.

Zeranu’s pawn shop was in the seediest part of Old Korvosa, right along the docks. It was just after dark when I arrived, but there was still light inside. One of Zeranu’s guys opened the door when I knocked. He grinned when he saw me.

My fist knocked out two of his teeth.

I don’t know how many guys were in there, but they all poured out into the street and beat the shit out of me, dragged me back inside, and tied me to a chair.

Robin was tied to another chair a few feet away, facing me.

Zeranu came into the room and clicked his tongue at me. He was holding a knife and smiling like a damned shark.

He told me I fucked up, he told me I should have just given him the money, he told me it was personal now.

Robin was crying.

Zeranu told me my boy was going to die, and I was going to watch, and Lyn was going to make back the money I owed and more working as a whore for the Sczarni, and I would have to watch that too.

Robin begged me, daddy, please do something, and there was nothing I could do.

Zeranu grinned at me while Robin’s blood soaked the floorboards.

I screamed out to the gods, and they did not answer.

I remembered being a little boy, setting blades of grass on fire, I remembered the power.

I reached for power.

I reached for fire.

And Zeranu burned.

In the blink of an eye he was lit up like a funeral pyre, screaming for help. His men came in and I did the same to them, I burned every last one of the fuckers.

I scorched my hands burning the ropes off my wrists, but I didn’t give a shit anymore. I picked up Robin’s body and left the pawn shop burning behind me.

[everylightedstick-blog]

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