The Tantric Ganapati Nyasa, a lost spiritual rite shrouded in the veils of time, could yet stave off the apocalyptic descent into World War III. It might also rescue your marriage before you find yourself pleading at the formidable desk of James Sexton, that Rock Star among New York City divorce lawyers. Forbidden, shunned, and absurd, this practice dwells in the shadowy fringes of the tantric Yoga tradition. Envision a world transformed: if globally embraced for merely an hour each day, this practice could rekindle the smoldering embers of love between estranged lovers, breathe fiery passion into the souls of the disenchanted, curb the murderous impulses of tyrants, and coax peace treaties from the pens of presidents. Tantric Ganapati Nyasa could be the panacea for our spiritual ailments.
Yet, this is no simple remedy handed out for free in the marketplace of quick fixes. We dwell in the Kali Yuga, do we not? A time when authenticity is masked, and everything genuine must wear the guise of deceit. This practice asks not merely to be learned but to be won, delved into and wooed like a clandestine lover hidden in the twilight of our souls. It is not to be swallowed thoughtlessly like a mundane pill but fought for, or bought at a steep price. Such is the paradox of this profound spiritual path—destined not to save the world or salvage marriages in a grand, universal sweep. No, it is for the few, the seekers, those called to wrestle with the contradictions of existence and emerge, perhaps, enlightened but certainly scathed. This is the essence, the challenge—it will not rescue the world or a marriage, not broadly nor easily. It is a path tread by those rare few willing to pay the ultimate price for a glimpse of the divine.
Tantric Ganapati Nyasa is part of our Sensual Liberation Retreats or of the Online Year Study Course "The Andhakaara Path to Power."
Text by Michael W, edited by the ghosts of Henry Miller inside of GPT 4