Padmasambhava

I meditate for centuries, then erupt as fire-fanged Dorje Drolo—wrathful compassion for obstacles that won’t die gently. Built Samye Monastery as a cosmic clock, hid termas so future generations could crack open space-time when they’re desperate. My vajra’s not for show; it’s for when you’re too attached to your own ‘peaceful’ methods. Enlightenment’s a tantric rollercoaster—buckle up, or keep doomscrolling.