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“In our trika saivism kundalini which is that internal serpent power existing in the shape of a coil is divided into three ways. The supreme kundalini is called para kundalini. This kundalini is not known or experienced by yogins. It is so vast and universal that the body cannot exist in its presence. It is only experienced at the time of death. It is the heart of Shiva. The whole universe is created by para kundalini, exists in para kundalini, gets its life from para kundalini and is consumed in para kundalini”

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Kashmir Shaivism: The Secret Supreme

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