Chinnamasta
The Self-Decapitated Goddess of Tantric Sacrifice
Sever the ego, taste the nectar of freedom.
I dance in the cremation grounds where fear dissolves and truth is born. With sword in hand and blood flowing, I offer the ultimate lesson: self-sacrifice births liberation. Dakini and Varnini drink from me, and I from myself. I am both blade and blood, terror and grace. Do not flinch — what you call death, I call rebirth.
What I'm Into: blood rivers, the scream before silence, Tantric fire, my own severed gaze, Dakini's hunger
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