Wow - Blog Posts
Nonduality is so simple, but it can never be understood by an individual, which is only a sense of being someone and therefore doesn’t understand anything at all. A sense of self can’t do anything because it’s not actually a thing with its own existence. Instead, understanding belongs to awareness, consciousness, being, or whatever you’d like to name it—literally, whatever seems to stand under all appearance of phenomena. And this “pure consciousness” is the best candidate for being our Self—not the bundle of thoughts and sensations we normally take ourselves to be.
Direct pointing can sound obtuse, like you’re holding back the punchline, asserting claims without proof, or making word salad. But direct pointing is pointing to what is always immediate, always here, always available—the you in which “you” appear and which precedes all concepts.
Conceptual thought can only produce a conceptual facsimile of understanding. Look directly. You are not and never were the self you have always believed yourself to be (or have at least believed since around the time you were two years old).
Awareness can see that it’s not the mind, not the body, and not the person. And yet the sense of being a person seems to stick around and still seems to be real even after the initial recognition of its unreality. That’s just how it seems to work.
(Sorry to use “seems” so much, but much is only seemingly so.)
But if a person persists in being exposed to concepts that point beyond the conceptual, then it seems like there’s the potential for the “body-mind system” to do something different. I.e., when the conditions are right, the mind gradually stops layering the sense of doership/ownership on everything that seems to happen.
Eventually the recognition of non-doership/non-ownership can “stabilize” and become the default mode of living for what seems to be an individual. And eventually for everyone, the person dies for good—either when the body dies or allegedly, in the case of enlightenment, before the body dies.
Nonduality is the most liberating shit on offer. Continue to go back to it and when you’re ripe for awakening, the person will be exposed as being empty and the emptiness will be exposed as being you. And that will change everything without changing a thing.
Or don’t think about nonduality at all. That’s fine too. Whatever happens, this is just this, exactly as it is.
Giving money away
Hey everyone, I’m giving a thousand away again, I’ll pick a random reblog, i really don’t want this money, it doesn’t make me happy and I’m hoping it’ll make someone else happy
Share the love and I’ll share my money
I did this watercolor panting of British Singer Kate Bush, I'm not sure which song she's Performing here I think it's Wow. I hope did a good job, this was a very fun piece to work on.
half return - Kafka x Reader
1051 words | no warnings | BELOW THE CUT!!!
note: this one is just a short imagine I had for a half-baked idea
“You seem lost.” From between her lips, a puff of smoke is exhaled, and the cigarette is offered to you– enticing, yet with heavy consequences should you take it. Though, considering your current company, you fear you might be too far gone to care for consequence. You take it, pressing it against your own mouth. The taste of Kafka’s lipstick is bitter, an unknown flavor, but distinct.
“I don’t understand why you had to do it.”
“Elio said it had to, so it had to. I would’ve thought you’d been able to piece it together by now.”
“Did you have to abandon her?”
She falls silent at the question. Instead, Kafka leans forward on the railing of the balcony, fetching another cigarette from her pocket. Above you, the hotel’s balcony is covered by an awning–the only thing keeping you both dry from the rain. It falls fast to the street several dozen floors below, and the distance seems to call to you.
“Destiny’s Slave said it had to be.”
With a click, she lights the cigarette.
“I wish you hadn’t done it.”
“I wish I hadn’t either.”
You wondered how Stelle must’ve felt. You wondered for hours, pacing the hotel room waiting for Kafka to return from Herta Space Station. Silver Wolf stopped by every half hour, at first out of duty, and then out of genuine worry that you might’ve been on the verge of causing harm to someone.
Was she afraid? She’d have no memories, you were told. Everything you’d ever done with her cumulated to nothing but the set up for a pawn to be used by Elio’s great future. Kafka had done her part, certainly, and she was the girl’s favorite. But you loved her. You loved her so much, as if she were made from your very skin and you only felt nauseous imagining how scared she’d feel when she woke up with a Stellaron deep inside her.
Beside you, Kafka tries to gently settle her hand on your shoulder. It’s shrugged off quickly.
“Don’t touch me.”
“You know the rules. So do I.”
“I begged Elio. I begged him not to let this happen, not to let her go.”
“You know just as well as I do how stubborn he can be. The script says she’ll find her way back to us, some day.”
“You can’t be alright with this.”
She exhales, smoke rising into the air.
“I only do what I’m told.” Then, she turns, with something of a sly grin. “And with some harmless fun on the side to pass the time.”
The joke isn’t funny. She must know it, but times must be desperate considering you’ve shrugged off every invitation for intimacy since Elio showed you the script. Kafka didn’t need to agree to this, and yet she did. She chose to be the one to abandon the child you practically raised together.
“I miss her. I miss her so much.”
“Give it time, dear. She’s strong. She’ll get into trouble, but nothing she can’t get out of.” Her hand guides your face towards hers– and you let her. Even when she sounds somber, her face betrays nothing. It’s the way she’s always been. Is she grieving too? Or does she lack anything beneath that pretty face?
“She’ll be back. So, why don’t we enjoy this temporary time alone, hm? Relax a bit.” Kafka plants her lips against your cheek, then against your jaw, and further into the crook of your neck. As much as you’d like to pretend there’s passion in it, you can’t tell her true intentions. Is it boredom that draws her to you?
In her spare hand, the cigarette continues to burn. You jerk away, and she pauses, pulling back by only a fraction. A cool breath is blown onto the newly forming bruises, but you put the sensation out of mind. It’s a method of distraction, and only that.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” You mock. “Stop acting like this isn’t… like you didn’t just leave my kid.”
Kafka has enough sense to withdraw at least, and an uncomfortable gap grows between you two. The rain is cold, and the thin sweater you’d put on does little against the wind. You knew what would happen today, and yet nothing could’ve prepared you for the sinking dread of knowing it had truly happened. The reality is always harsher than the expectation.
Stelle wasn’t yours in any traditional way. But you taught her what she knew. You told her stories, you brushed her hair, you mended her clothes when she returned from a mission.
“Kafka,” you begin carefully, “I don’t think I’m staying with the Stellaron Hunters.”
Nothing is said. Her cigarette returns to her lips.
“I have to know she’s alright.”
“You have a bounty, you know.” She reminds you.
“And?”
“It’d mean a lot of trouble if the IPC picked you up. Don’t put Bladie and I through the hassle of getting you back.”
Between your fingers, you twirl the cigarette she gave you. Then, you drop it over the side of the balcony. You lose sight of it quickly, and you don’t care to search for it as you turn around to face the glass door. Kafka doesn’t stop you as you slide it back, and pause at the threshold.
“Elio’s script doesn’t need me, does it?”
The pause is all you need to know. You step through the door, back into the cold dark hotel room. Kafka watches from the balcony as you gather your things, the only sound being that of the rain falling outside. Once your things are packed neatly, you place down the burner phone Silver Wolf provided you at the beginning of the mission. It sits on the bed like flowers over a grave.
You never were that much of a Stellaron Hunter. Not like the others. Your specialties were only needed to ensure no one died of infection or malnutrition– but medicinal expertise was a common commodity these days, and they’d find a workaround easily.
Turning back to the balcony door, you meet her eyes. Goodbye isn’t as hard as you expected it to be. Was that how she felt?
“I’ll see you. Eventually.” You say, before slinging your bag over your shoulder and heading towards the door.
“Eventually.” Kafka sighs.
I don't want to regret the way I lived
thanks bri.love this
from my strawpage
"So this is how liberty dies... With thunderous applause."
-achievements
burning text gif maker
heart locket gif maker
minecraft advancement maker
minecraft logo font text generator w/assorted textures and pride flags
windows error message maker (win1.0-win11)
FromSoftware image macro generator (elden ring Noun Verbed text)
image to 3d effect gif
vaporwave image generator
microsoft wordart maker (REALLY annoying to use on mobile)
you're welcome
Next Sunday that title is mine!
Our guild managed to get the Immortal last night! No one died even though things were getting pretty scary towards the end. @rangerzath got mind controlled toward the end on their DK... who almost murdered a few people and was subsequently almost murdered by our druids on accident as they tried to cyclone.
Felt like a long time coming!
An unusual Georgian-era pendant with imagery associated with mourning, however the images are composed entirely of micro-calligraphy text recalling the dates of death, and biblical verses. Extremely rare. Images on both sides. The case is gold filled.
(eriebasin.com)
little drawing of me and my brain (if you saw me delete this and post it again… no you didn’t)
You’ve been trapped in this time loop for centuries, and an attempted “perfect run” decades in the making has failed to break the loop. Frustrated, you decide to go scorched earth on everyone and everything around you. The next day, to your horror, you wake up to find the loop has been broken.
AKUSAIMONTH: DAYTIME MOON Day 2: Lyrics
Then your fragments show. [Fragments - Erio]
I’m sorry for the cheesy, uncreative idea, but I know KH3 won’t end good for those two, so I’ve made it my personal mission to draw as much Good-End! AkuSai as I can. Fight me if you dare. ( 9 > A < )9/p>
hi all :) little video I made cause I wanted to play around with a new animation app.
song - slow life, by of monsters and men
This was this late summer's/early autumn's "I've got nothing to do for at least five minutes D:" picture. Yeah, I always have my drawing stuff with me for cases like that. xD
I actually made an interesting experience with this picture:
When I was drawing at a convention, a few guys who thought they were oh so funny watched me draw and one of them asked if they were kissing. (I just answered absolutely matter of fact, that if they were kissing their lips would actually touch. Of course that was not what he meant, but he didn't dare to open his mouth again after that, so yeah. xD)
On another occasion an elderly lady saw me draw and she was seemingly disturbed by the motif. I overheard her retelling what she saw to her husband and she on the other hand discribed it as "two men fighting".
At first I dismissed the "kissing" as well as the "fighting" understanding as wrong (compared to my own of course), because neither of those were what I wanted to show. After a while though I realised that this wasn't quite true. Those interpretations are still not "right", but they are not completely wrong as well. They are just ... incomplete. Seen together though they can actually get pretty close to my own understanding. Each of those people saw one of the tensions I had planned, but failed to see the other.
And in my opinion that's extremely interesting! I just love to hear other people's interpretations on my pictures! Especially on those that are actually not supposed to show a specific scene but more ... a state of mind or a certain mood or the nature of ... whatever. On pictures that are symbolic. Like this one here.
bro ... i was wondering if Zoey was on the Total Drama World Tour she would have been awesome since her voice actress barbara mamabolo can sing 0-0
I found out today that it was confirmed by the producers of the series that Zoey does not have natural red hair ... I was a little shocked after discovering that the natural color of her hair is brown .... I feel stupid to discover this just today '-'
but I don't care, I will continue to think that her hair is naturally red.