tf is a performative male?

My life is in this town And I ain't going down You think that I am crazy? But I don't want the crown

As our Guardian Angel, comes the pure Light from high, As our Guardian Angel, the Pure word in beauty drest, As our Guardian Angel comes the Pure Fragrance rich, As our Guardian Angel comes the Pure Knowledge best Cross thy heart, cross thy right leg

Invocation to Vinayaka He who has the five hands and the elephant's face, Whose tusk is even as the crescent moon, The son of Nandi, the Flower of Wisdom, Him I cherish in thought, His feet adore.

A deep field there is one; Waste fields two are there; Another alien field with them lay mingled; Those that plough the field of heart For them the field was fed with water, Lying ripe in harvest rich.

Sublimating Bindu Within into Para Bindu In the eroding seed bed Of Sorrow's field, Drain the flowing water And dam it tight

If you chant the mantra, The fiery snake of Pasa will leave you;

one to give, one to take

Mounting the Chariot of Mind They seek the Divine Juggler; Knowing not whether He went, They bewail; Wandering in lands and kingdoms far and near, I saw Him in this fleeting Body-Land.

kito yak dulu lagi

Finally back home 🏡

And thus as you continuously chant, The first syllable becomes the last syllable Meditate on the Chakra within Offering rice grain and Kusa grass, Thus performing archanas, She shall appear before you

i completely get it now frfr. thx god. i see it. shit is clear af. total archon annihilation.

Let my hip be protected by the funny one, Let my thighs be protected by he who is worshipped by devas, Let my knees be protected by him who makes the sun his own, Let my calves be protected by him who is sluggish.

Let my forehead be protected by he who is worshipped by the world.

let my neck be protected by he who perceives by smell.

Let my ankle be protected by the lord of planets, Let my feet be protected by he who looks terrible

Even as the day dawns, men strive only to fill their stomach-pit ; Still,they seek hard for the hungry void to stop;

Let the lord of serpents protect my arm, Let my hands be protected by he who wears blue garlands, Let the minister protect my breast, And let the wise one protect my belly.

One who has forsaken everything, one who is wise , And one who makes Pilgrimages to sacred places happen.