Shaivism
Saivam or Shaivism or Saivism is one of the four most widely followed sects of Hinduism, which reveres Shiva as the Supreme Being. It is also known as śaiva paṁtha (Sanskrit: शैव पंथ; lit. "pantha associated with Shiva") and Saivam (Tamil: சைவம்). Followers of Shaivam are called "Shaivas" (also "Saivas", "Shaivites" or "Saivarkal"). They believe that Shiva is All and in all, the creator, preserver, destroyer, revealer and concealer of all that is. Shaivism, like some of the other forms of Hinduism, spread to other parts of Southeast Asia, including Java, Bali, and parts of the Southeast Asian continent, including Cambodia.
Shiva is sometimes depicted as the fierce God Bhairava. Saivists are more attracted to asceticism than adherents of other Hindu sects, and may be found wandering India with ashen faces performing self-purification rituals. They worship in the temple and practice yoga, striving to be one with Shiva within.
General features
Shaivism is devoted to worship of the god Shiva. The Sanskrit word śiva (Devanagari शिव) is an adjective meaning kind, friendly, gracious, or auspicious. As a proper name, it means "The Auspicious One", used as a euphemistic name for Rudra. In simple English transliteration, it may be written either as Shiva or Siva.
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When We Were Young
by: ShiftyWhen we were young
When we were young, everything was so new,
We broke all the rules just to do it,
And I don't know how the hell I lived through it,
Young and on the run, getting loaded like a gun,
When we were young
Now time sure flies when you're having fun,
I wish I walked through life but I chose to run,
I used to fien for abuse and play with guns,
I played and payed the price, stil my life ain't done,
I remember running wild, not a care in the world,
It was all about graffiti, and chasin' the girls,
Running from the law and bar room brawls,
Getting arrested callin' home with those late night calls, (When we were young)
Sorry mom, I'm in jail again,
Tonight I got arressted with a couple of friends,
You can either pick me up or send me some mends,
Either way ma, it looks like I messed up again,
Back to my P.O., or Rehab, or up north, to see dad,
it's just the way it goes when you were born to be bad,
Actin' a fool, skippin' school, flicking off the principal,
It's hard for mom to believe me but she's so convincable.
Shoplifting gifts for the girls, with my boys,
Walking out the sex shop, pockets full of sex toys,
And, we'd bring the noise like you'd wouldn't believe,
At 16 started getting tattoo's up my sleeve,
Throwing up the 32, taking part in dirty deeds,
So if you wanna get high, I got whatever you need,
And if you wanna get em' up, I ain't afraid to bleed,
I've been to Y.A. 3 times, so don't you step to me,
While you brag to your parents about your A's and B's,
I was underneath the bleachers with a THC,
a GED, a Chemical Dependency, and a PHD in Whiskey and Stonerology,
I lead the breakthrough in ways to use technology,
You can learn from my mistakes but it's more fun to follow me,
And it's never too late, I don't hate who I've become,
So let's smoke another one and remember, when we were young.