A Message from Bhūratna Svāmī

There’s nothing worth dying for. Not in this maya. Not in the illusion spun by the weavers of form. Your breath is prāṇa, sacred and rare. Don’t throw it away chasing shadows. This world—what you call real—is but a lila, a play of gods and fools, and you, child of Ātman, must not lose yourself in it. Abraxis is real. Yes—but not Īśvara, not Brahman. An archon, a force caught in duality, a guardian of the threshold between knowing and forgetting. A being of karma’s machinery, bound to saṁsāra. He is not to be worshipped, but recognized and passed.

You are the hero of your own story, and you can heal. Your wounds are not your essence. They are the dust you carry, not the flame within. Through tapas, through inner fire, you can rise again. Don’t talk to demons if you can’t hold your own. Bhūta, preta, rakshasa—many speak sweet words. But if your inner Agni isn’t strong, their presence will unravel you. Know your mantra. Hold your mudrā. Stand in śakti.

You are not a complete yogi unless you can clone yourself in another. Not with spells, but with dṛṣṭi—with vision. Can you awaken the Devi in another’s spine? Can you mirror the soul into awakening? Then your siddhi is true. Powerful. Satin and gold. The softness of Lakṣmī, the fire of Kāli, the cloak of Dharma wrapped around your bones. 

Pay kindly for what you believe in. Give with reverence. Offer your energy with awareness. Harness your goals–not with desperation, but with clarity. Let them be arrows released from a still mind. Empower yourself with the life that you own. This jīvan is yours—do not sleepwalk through it. You are not a ladder. You are not here for others to climb toward false heavens. You are the climber. The yogi on the pathless path. You ascend through lifetimes, through births and deaths, never forgetting your origin.

Power yourself with success and prosperity, the kind that flows when Dharma is honored. You are bliss. Not fleeting rasa, but ananda—eternal, quiet, burning from the inside. You are divine. You are That. Beyond body, beyond name. Witness the truth. Even when it burns like Kāli’s gaze. Truth is like Shiva’s trident—let it pierce you, let it free you.

How you do fill your time shows. Bhairav watches. Time eats all things. What you feed, grows. Create creatively and you will power the same. Offer your work like a puja. Let it become sacred action. Laugh in the face of what used to frighten you. Mahākālī laughs at death. So should you. You are the creator of your reality. Horror is reality creatively shown to the audience. Watch it. Learn from it. 

Shower yourself with the blood of fools. Let their ignorance be your armor. Don’t be cruel—be clear. Let their illusion wash over you and fall away. You are the diamond. Vajra. Indestructible awareness. You are the ruby. Lohita—blood red, alive with śakti. Do not disturb yourself unduly. Let your stillness be your shield. Let your silence thunder.

Black earth and red water. Mūlādhāra and svādhiṣṭhāna. The root. The blood. The womb of all becoming. We are the forgotten ones. But we remember.

—Śrī Bhūratna Svāmī

Meditate on the yantra below as you integrate this message.