Avatar Comics - Face the Fear

In the words of the Avatar

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I am Sadaśiva the Ever-Auspicious, Eternal, Immutable, Beginningless, Endless. I create these infinite Manifest and Unmanifest Universes again and again, through the power of My third eye. I am the Hub of the great wheel on which millions upon millions of galaxies spin. As Advaita, Oneness, I am the spindle and the fulcrum of All that Exists. As adiśakthi, the Primal Power.

A portrait of an adorned figure seated on a throne

I am ananta koti
brahmahanda yoni,
the womb and the Lord of
numberless worlds.

As Ishwara,
the Infinite Lord and Doer,
I create, sustain, destroy,
delude and liberate
through My grace.

As the ten incarnations of Vishnu,
I grace this loka again and again,
to preserve and to destroy As
Arunagiri Yogishwara
pradeepa sarvesham,
the Illuminator of all,
I walk sun-clad and free
In the sacred land of Arunachala.

As Meenakshi,
who graces with a glance,
I conquer and reign, heal and bless.

As Nithyananda,
the Eternally Blissful,
I manifest yet again
to remind what has been forgotten.

And as You, I remember and rejoice.

My story can never be told -
for there exists no observer
who is apart from Me.

My story can never be understood -
for the very dhi, the intelligence
which illumines Me, is also I.

My abode is mano-vacham-
agocharam -
a realm hidden from mind and
words.
Yet a million voices chant My name
and sing My glory
in the songs of their own Existence.

I am the light in a million suns

I am the sweetness in nectar,
I am the salt in the ocean
I an the bliss in blissful
And the misery in the miserable.
The goodness in the good
And the wickedness in the
wicked;
I am the wisdom in the wise
and the ignorance in the
ignorant
Is also I.

I am hidden in the essence
And possibility of All,
As the tree in the seed,
As the fire in the flintstone,
As the fragrance in the flower,
As the unheard silence in the
music,

I am the Potter and the pot,
The hands that holds
And the force that moulds,
The wheel that spins
And the very clay itself.

A portrait of Sri Nithyananda Paramashivam

All is my sweet līla,
to celebrate myself.
In a million forms and ways –
Eko’ham bahusyam
And when the play is over
By my own nissankalpa
My causeless will,
Withdrawing this into Me,
I alone remain
In eternal glory
Kaivalya.