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[Angrboda]

Here is where you fail again and here is where it show that you can not possibly be a real yoga person.
A real guru is God and God does not really care whether you are a white belt or a black belt as far as spirituality is concern.

Really, and you can say this with a straight face without also implying that you yourself are (a) God [in the sense of a Yogi at one with the infinite, aka god]. You contradict yourself.

All he-she care is your devotion in him-her.

Do you only care about our devotion? Doesn't seem so. You must not be God. Therefore you are just a man. An amateur, playing at knowing God. You fail again.

If devotion is there you will be shown a lot of interesting things but that issue is something that non yogi will not know.

The devotion is within you and you choose not to see. The complaints about my posting facts about Sarkar, about Capgras delusion, about the boobies, about my editing your words to bring out the dogma....

My passion is reflected in you in so many ways. Your resistance is a form of devotion and you do not see it. Many of these atheist's resisted the truths they now know when they were Christian, and the passion of fighting them lead them to these atheist truths, not away from it. So my passion is reflected in you. With every breathe that you deny the goddess, you worship her all the more. You are like a bug caught in a spider's web, the more you struggle, the more enmeshed in the sticky strands you become. You are a devotee, though you struggle with all your might to deny it.

If there is karma and reincarnation, then you are still a very backward soul, in need of many rebirths to even have a glimmer of a vision of the divine.

You prattle endlessly about how you have found union with the infinite through Yoga. These are just lies. You've wrapped yourself in a false cloak, that smells, looks, and feels like union with the infinite, but it's just a cheap imitation.

There is nothing of the divine in you. You are just a cheap and tawdry fake.

But the goddess burns inside me. And you know this because you've been whining long and loud about the burns on your skin. Those are from me.

Look upon my work and despair, mortal.