Not quite Aardinarishvara

The Mahan Tantrik practiced his mahasiddhi, the maha siddhi of brahmachariya.
Women threw themselves at Bastante Solipsis Marquez, who laughed awkwardly with bemused compassion and smoked weed and meditated.  And he retained his seed, which was the whole point.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez was a tapas brahmachariya.  He was a tantrik yogi.  He had renounced pleasure, and renounced distinction between pleasure and pain.  He desired nothing, and accepted all as it was.  No enlightenment, no union with God, nothing other than now was needed.  It was acceptable.  He was content.  And from this place of contentment with What Is, he could contentedly desire these desirable women without ever needing to act upon his desire.  For this is the true brahmachariya - the exercise of compassionate restraint.  The exercise of restraint is the true and ultimate maha siddhi.  It is this restraint that builds the reservoir of bindu.  It is this restraint that is the preserver of worlds; it is this restraint that saves the world from overconsumption.  It is this restraint that honors the feminine.  It is this restraint that acknowledges 'enough'.  Moral restraint is dharma.  It is Law.

More to the point in ecological terms, humanity must learn to practice restraint in our relationship with Mother Earth, and metaphorically speaking we must practice the tantric technique of interweaving opposites as we approach healthy relationship both between men and women, and humanity and mother earth.  Seeing the damage done by the perpetual dichotomies of yin and yang Bastante would speak openly of a Middle Way, wherein through the practice of restraint the boundary between yin and yang is interwoven and the true Adyashakti, Aardinarishvara, arises out of emptiness.  Imagine cultural fasting, and purifying, and detoxifying, and renewing.  Imagine living in a healthy cultural cycle.

Bastante Solipsis Marquez wasn't Aardinarishvara, really, but maybe he was. He was definitely Siva, and he definitely spent his time doing yoga and hare ganja.  But he would wander around the Lemurian Isles of the Western Elves singing softly to himself:

Om Om Om
Sarva Buddha dakiniye
Vajra Varnaniye
Vajra Vairochaniye
Hum Hum Hum
Phat Phat Phat
Soha

(Which translates as, "Dear God I love you, please send me someone to love who has my back")