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cosmicangel888 · 2 years

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Love

Life is simple

Love is simple

Love is unifying

Love is happy in your soul, heart, feeling, sensing, uplifting, magnifying, purifying, magnificent

what feels heavy, shady, confusing, this is the beliefs and systems of control and fear that require your 'sussing out' letting go, healing, transcending; life is inherently simple; no force, no spells of making or controlling needed

Love is simple - always has been

Pure and simple,©

Blessings and grace

Joanna, The Divine is

Daughter of God,

We are on a new varied starting point, jumping off point, and it aint what it was yesterday, an hour ago; 'Beyond the Beyond'

It is all choice! This is a gift; force nothing, and be it to no one; give the gift of choice within all paths, all levels, all moments'

5D Leadership is through loving compassion and divine knowing - we are aligning to higher potentials of becoming©

#consciounsess #awakening #healinghumanity #oneness #healingtrauma #ascension classes #ascension #consciousness #energyhealing #love #youtube

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talonabraxas · 24 days

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Temple of the Eye 🌀 Talon Abraxas Entering the Door of the Spiritual Eye The spiritual eye is the single eye of intuition and omnipresent perception at the Christ (Kutastha) center (ajna chakra) between the eyebrows, which is directly connected by polarity with the medulla center. The deeply meditating devotee beholds the spiritual eye as a ring of golden light encircling a sphere of opalescent blue, and at the center, a pentagonal white star. Micro-cosmically, these forms and colors epitomize, respectively, the vibratory realm of creation (Prakriti, Cosmic Nature); the universal intelligence of God in creation (Kutastha Chaitanya; Krishna or Christ Consciousness); and the vibrationless Spirit beyond all creation (Brahman). In deep meditation the devotee's consciousness penetrates the spiritual eye into the three realms epitomized therein.

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trupowieszcz-moved · 1 year

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okay so like from what i was taught in school, in christian tradition until jesus died for everyone's sins no one could enter heaven and they were just all floating in some kind of spiritual void dimension (which, i was told, wasn't hell, and i guess that would be limbo in english, because purgatory is another word and also i dont think the nun that taught me religion equated that void with czyściec). my point is, if for a few thousand years, everyone who died got their consciounsess indefinitely transferred to a spiritual void dimension, i feel like they would start gathering, forming societies and rituals etc? and like even if they were like... lost souls type of deal i feel like after some time someone would start to get a hold of the situation. and when jesus opened the place and took some of them upstairs, that'd be like their equivalent of our concept of rapture. and also no one ever explored this particular topic in any fantasy media i feel like. its always that you get cast into oblivion and thats the end. no one cares what theyre up to in there

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ineffablefate · 2 years

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the life of Christ is a literal metaphor, a living prophecy concerning the ultimate destiny of humanity. Christ IS the totality of man's consciousness gathered together with God in collective harmony. this is the unchanging state of the divine eternity. nothing is separate in the kingdom, no one is cut off in Christ. through the union of love and remembrance, through the promise of the sacred covenant, all is as One. what he meant to show us was that we have each one of us, crucified the Christ of our true Self, at every moment in which we deny our brother or sister as a precious and integral part of our own being. he showed us that though we had sacrificed our loving and perfect divinity even though it was completely guiltless and had only done good, we couldn't actually kill the truth of our Self. it would always return to rise again, this Love that is the divine Body of God. isn't this the best news you could believe? that no matter what you do, no matter how many horrible things you commit against your Self, the grace of Love will always overcome, and Life cannot be conquered by death.

#christ #catholic #god #union #consciounsess #division #prophecy

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tnbtheories · 6 years

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Patience and persistence. 👉🤖 #yongeyoda says...

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smokesignalsfromthehill · 7 years

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Phantoms ~ Zen Haiku

Thoughts like Usain Bolt Race across my consciousness Phantoms not of Now

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pastor-michael · 3 years

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A Time for Everything

The book of Ecclesiastes offers this wisdom: for everything there is a season.

Then it lists opposites like a time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a sow. A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing.

The wisdom behind this advice: everything belongs.

We spend so much time and so much energy resisting moments we don't want to happen during our day. Events we don't want to happen during our lives.

We spend so much time judging times and seasons in our lives as bad. Seeing them as signs of failure or judgment or defeat.

God's wisdom, planted in our hearts, tells us otherwise. Our hearts have room to accommodate everything that occurs so we can grow and learn from everything that occurs.

“Nothing is wasted in God's economy,” advises spiritual teacher Richard Rohr.

“God comes to us disguised as our lives, advises spiritual teacher Paula D'Arcy.

Wisdom says, “Wait and see what this brings. Search for God's presence in the midst of it.”

God's wisdom within us says, “Stay open. Make space for this event. For this loss. For this heartache.”

Wisdom calls us to trust that fullness of life comes when we make room for it.

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plasticgardenicons · 6 years

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it’s like digging through the junk drawer in the kitchen

I

Potential plumbers ran the numbers, feet and feet of pipe laid buried at the bottom of the sea pumping water to god knows where when all we really wanted was to see the sunshine one more time. Horses running wild on the shore like Black Beauty but different more like an old western from another world where cowboys were dressed like alien babies and the world was a light velvet hue. I’m dragging out all of the nonsense I have left. While the clocks ridicule us with their relentless ticking we are wasting precious seconds and minutes scrolling through status updates making sure the world is still bragging about all of the wonderful things it does. I have pictures and can prove I exist to everyone I’ve never met. I will be famous in my own facebook universe. I will be what I’ve always dreamed of being. I will fade into the digital oblivion where the sun sets never mind that the sun doesn’t set digitally, there is always a light on as long as the coal is burning and the oil is flowing and someone somewhere is dying for my right to burn the midnight oil on facebook. Yes this is the truth that never gets spoken. I am sitting on a pile of dead bodies. I am lingering over centuries of violence but my refrigerator works and I couldn’t start a fire without a match to save my life.

II

Current optional meanderings make me wonder if the candles really wick before they wane and the fellows of patriarchal status stand statue-like before the blazing sun eyes dead marble solid no pupils staring like the remnants from Pompeii looking out over infinity and not all that impressed. What would their status update be I wonder?

III

Time and time again I’ve waited for a ship, I’ve wondered what I was doing on this earth and where my real direction is pointed. I’ve lingered over questions I’ve never really wanted an answer to. I’m writing nonsense because it’s what there is to write at 6 in the morning on only 2 hours sleep. My eyes burn but the coffee’s good. I’m dreading the end of the weekend and I still have hours of time to myself. So much to do. So much I want to do. I feel the paralysis setting in. I will fight the paralysis. I will do what needs to get done. Make lists. I love lists. No I don’t. That’s a lie. But here’s a list:

Put up the kitchen curtain rod.

Put down saddles in the living room.

Stain and varnish the kitchen bench.

Rake all leaves in the back yard.

Cut all grass around the raised beds.

Clear the raised beds of all weeds (nearly impossible. I will have to build new raised beds).

Shred branches in the backyard.

Can’t avoid it anymore.

IV

One more sip of coffee. Surprisingly not tired for getting only 2 hours of sleep.

Bring it back.

V

Here is how the sun sets. It doesn’t yell or scream. It doesn’t announce its departure. It slowly turns. It waves. It smiles. And before you know it, you’re looking at the black sky. Thousands of stars—unless you’re in the city, then there’s the light pollution and you only see the brightest stars. Those whose light only had to travel a few million years as opposed to hundreds of millions of years.

And then the sun is gone and you’re left with the night. And there are a number of ways to be with the night. You can be afraid of all the things you can’t see. The dark, shadowy figures who you can’t quite make out that creep from the back of your skull as if they’ve been waiting there since childhood to finally get you. You turn around but there’s no one there. You know there’s no one there. There’s never anyone there. But the dark makes you believe. You believe there’s always someone there. Waiting to grab you.

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The night—the silence of it—the silence of the stars. And what sounds there are take on a supernatural tone. Everything has a different language at night. Everything becomes timeless because at night all boundaries lose their clarity. Get erased. Nothing is clearly defined. You are left relying on what the rest of your body perceives as the world. The things you touch….what are they exactly? You can name them, but that almost feels too much. Leave them nameless in the dark. Because that’s when the dark gives you its own gifts.

#brook of consciounsess #sorting out the old junk #poem

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imperator-a-day · 2 years

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Imperator of Whimsy, the Third Eye and Mushrooms: a True God

Pipileoth character sheet

Ability 1 Struggling Vastness 3 Symbolic 5 Wanderer 1 Deepness 2

On Earth, the realm of the living pluricellular organisms does not end at the animal kingdom and the vegetal one. Since the birth of Pipileoth, in the first days of the Earth, a third one exists there: muchrooms, or fungus. The muchrooms drive to spread and reproduce as fast as plantae has for only equal their hunger for food. Perfectly at one with the grey underlying current connected to all fungi' consciounsess, its own self acting as a sort of central nervous system for this vast network, Pipileoth grew and grew, and, in time, fought war on the side of the Old Gods. They played in the war the same role as that of the mushrooms: the role of the great decomposer. Since the end of the war however Pipileoth have been of much more enjoyable company, and sometimes offer wisdom to who can understand their humorous ramblings. The Mystery cult of Pipileoth is far reaching. Its members have dedicated their lives to using mushrooms to open their third eye and bring about whymsy. With these, they see things that are not accessible to other mortals.

#nobilis #nobilisrpg #true god #appril 2022 serie #rpg #ttrpg #concept #original character

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feeshies · 3 years

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hi fish! i hope its not too weird or anything also parodn the spelling i am drunk os its just sorta stream of consciounsess! anyway! i remember i found you and the fact that you are interested in the story of quention and came up with that hc that he is amells dad and i was so verified in my own love for weird villain toons. your art is so unique too and i love yutr websomics!

aaaaaaa <3 <3 <3 oh my god, thank you! i’m so glad i found your newest account because you’re a joy to have on my dash. it did feel like there was something missing before i found you again

anyway, ilu, hope you have a nice day :)

#red-hot-chili-tiefling

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lesetoilesfous · 4 years

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Author Interview

Aaaah so I was tagged by @hollyand-writes and this is delightful. Here are her answers!

I’m gonna tag @wanderingnork, @fairandfatalasfair, @fustianriddles, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @contreparry, @midnightprelude aaaand @pinkfadespirit

Name: Lesetoilesfous, or Kat, or Ella!

Fandoms: Currently, DA2, DAO, DA:A - I’m sure I’ll get to Inquisition but atm I’m on a replay loop. In the past, BNHA, Critical Role, and miscellaneous other stuff

Where You Post: Ao3 for big stories, tumblr for ficlets!

Most Popular One-Shot: For anything - a BNHA Tododeku oneshot I wrote called Dibs, for DA - it’s a Fenders oneshot I wrote after a brainstorming session with @fairandfatalasfair called Temporary Reassignment!

(And out of my tumblr ones, it’s a DADWC Fenders one for the prompt “Come here”!)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: For anything - a BNHA Tododeku fantasy AU called Save the Last Dance. For DA, my only multi-chap so far, a Fenders canon divergence where Anders is taken to the circle in Act 2, called A Song of Love from Long Ago

Favourite Story You Wrote: It’s got to be Song of Love at the moment, mostly because I got to write about revolution. Though the post-script to that fic, They Danced, was pure self-indulgent joy, so maybe that one.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Everything always?

How You Choose Your Titles: Oh god literally either it comes to me in a dream or I just scramble for the first thing that makes sense. Kind of joking, kind of not, I always have such a struggle choosing titles! Song of Love was easy because the idea started as a Hades and Persephone Fenders AU and I’d been listening to a lot of Hadestown. But other stuff is, almost impossible.

Complete: A Song of Love from Long Ago, a couple oneshots, and all my DADWC ficlets!

Incomplete: So I don’t post fics I haven’t finished any more because it stresses me out. The one I’m working on at the moment is an AU where Anders is a mage in Anora’s court following the Blight, and Fenris is a recently knighted member of the same court - given his title in recognition of his courage defending Ferelden. It’s called Physician, Heal Thyself

Do You Outline? Yes! Normally just bullet points somewhere. And normally I write just, continuosly a to be stream of consciounsess. I’ll rehearse and memorise a story outline for a few days / weeks, and then when I feel ready start writing. My current project I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone, so I’m writing out of order and filling in scenes. It’s..weird but fun, definitely stopping me from writing too much. It’s been really interesting, and I’d have been lost without an outline

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: Oh a couple!! A possible collaboration with a very dear friend on an older Fenders dealing with Anders answering his calling, the possibility of a cure. An AU where Anders (in this one, Lukas) grew up and lives in a sheltered, safe valley free of anti-mage prejudice, and meets a fresh from Tevinter Fenris. A Fox and the Hound AU where Leto meets Anders as a teenager, and is tasked by Danarius with his capture. A Grey Warden AU where Fenris is recruited by Duncan before the Blight, and then they recruit Anders too on one of his escape attempts (despite Fenris’ vehement protests). Possibly a modern au visual novel???? Maybe

Do You Accept Prompts? Yes!!! I take part in @dadrunkwriting every week - so I’m always accepting prompts from here, and I post them on Fridays!

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: HONESTLY THE COLLABORATION. It features ZevWarden which I’m extremely weak for, and the person I’m collaborating with is awesome, and I just really really want to write a Fenris and Anders who’ve grown together and healed together and gotten old together. I’m so excited for it

#ask meme #about me #my fic

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talonabraxas · 1 month

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Cosmic Eye The spiritual eye is the single eye of intuition and omnipresent perception at the Christ (Kutastha) center (ajna chakra) between the eyebrows, which is directly connected by polarity with the medulla center. The deeply meditating devotee beholds the spiritual eye as a ring of golden light encircling a sphere of opalescent blue, and at the center, a pentagonal white star. Micro-cosmically, these forms and colors epitomize, respectively, the vibratory realm of creation (Prakriti, Cosmic Nature); the universal intelligence of God in creation (Kutastha Chaitanya; Krishna or Christ Consciousness); and the vibrationless Spirit beyond all creation (Brahman). In deep meditation the devotee's consciousness penetrates the spiritual eye into the three realms epitomized therein.

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deathghost8 · 4 years

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We are playing a game, and the game runs like this: the only thing you really know is what you can put into words. Let’s suppose I love some girl, rapturously, and somebody says to me, Do you really love her? Well, how am I going to prove this? They say, Write poetry. Tell us all how much you love her. Then we’ll believe you. So if I’m an artist, and I can put this into words and convince everybody that I’ve written the most ecstatic love letters ever written, they say All right, okay, we’ll admit it, you really do love her. But supposing you’re not very articulate. Are we going to tell you you don’t love her? Surely not. You don’t have to be Héloïse and Abélard to be in love. So the whole game that our culture is playing is that nothing really happens unless it’s in the newspaper. So when we’re at a party, and it’s a great party, somebody says, It’s too bad there wasn’t a tape recorder. And so our children begin to feel that they don’t exist authentically unless they get their names in the papers, and the fastest way of getting your name in the papers is to commit a crime. And then you’ll be photographed, then you’ll appear in court, and everybody will notice you. It really happened if it was recorded. In other words, if you shout, and it doesn’t come back and echo, it didn’t happen. Well that’s a real hangup. It’s true, the fun with echoes; we all like singing in the bathtub, because there’s more resonance there. And when we play a musical instrument, like a violin or a cello, it has a sounding box, because that gives resonance to the sound. And in the same way, the cortex of the human brain enables us—when we’re happy—to know that we’re happy, and that gives a certain resonance to it. If you’re happy, and you don’t know you’re happy, there’s nobody home. But this is the whole problem for us. Several thousand years ago, human beings evolved the system of self-consciousness. And they knew they knew. There was a young man who said ‘though It seems that I know that I know, What I would like to see Is the I that knows me When I know that I know that I know.’ You see? And this is the human problem: we know that we know. And so there came a point in our evolution when we didn’t guide life by distrusting our instincts, and had to think about it, and had to purposely arrange, and discipline, and push our lives around in accordance with foresight, and words, and systems of symbols, accountancy, calculation, and so on. And then we worry. Once you start thinking about things, you worry as to whether you’ve thought enough. Did you really take all the details into consideration? Was every fact properly reviewed? And by Jove, the more you think about it, the more you realize that you really couldn’t take everything into consideration, because all the variables in any human decision are incalculable. So you get anxiety. And this, though—also—this is the price you pay for knowing that you know. For being able to think about thinking, to feel about feeling. And so you’re in this funny position. Now then, do you see that this is simultaneously an advantage and a terrible disadvantage? What has happened here is that by having a certain kind of consciousness, a certain kind of reflexive consciousness—being aware of being aware. Being able to represent what goes on fundamentally in terms of a system of symbols, such as words, such as numbers. You put, as it were, two lives together at once, one representing the other. The symbols representing the reality, the money representing the wealth, and if you don’t realize that the symbol is really secondary, it doesn’t have the same value. People go to the supermarket, and they get a whole cartload of goodies, and they drive it through, then the clerk fixes up the counter and this long tape comes out, and he’ll say Thirty dollars, please, and everybody feels depressed because they give away thirty dollars’ worth of paper. But they’ve got a cartload of goodies; they don’t think about that. They think they’ve just lost thirty dollars. But you’ve got the real wealth in the cart; all you’ve parted with was the paper. Because the paper—in our system—becomes more valuable than the wealth. It represents power; potentiality. Whereas the wealth—you think Oh well, that’s just necessary. You’ve got to eat. I mean, that’s to be really mixed up. So then, if you awaken from this illusion and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death—or shall I say, death implies life—you can feel yourself—not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke—but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental. What you are basically—deep, deep down, far, far in—is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself. -- You know that the word “person” means “mask?” The persona which is the mask worn by actors in Greco-Roman drama, because it has a megaphone-type mouth which throws the sound out in an open-air theater. So per: “through;” sona: “what the sound comes through;” that’s the mask. How to be a real person. How to be a genuine fake. The mask. 13:09 So the dramatis personae at the beginning of a play is the list of masks that the actors will wear. And so in the course of forgetting that this life is a drama, the word for the role, the word for the mask, has come to mean who you are genuinely: the person. The proper person. Incidentally, the word parson is derived from the word person. The person of the village. The person around town, the parson. Funny. So anyway, then, this is a drama. I’m not trying to sell you on this idea in the sense of converting you to it; I want you to play with it. I want you to think of its possibilities. I’m not trying to prove it, I’m just putting it forward as a possibility of life to think about. So then, this means that you’re not victims of a scheme of things—of a mechanical world, or of an autocratic god. The life you’re living is what you have put yourself into. Only you don’t admit it, because you want to play the game that it’s happened to you. In other words, I got mixed up in this world—my parents; I had a father who got hot pants over a girl, and she was my mother. And because he was just a horny old man, and as a result of that, I got born, and I blame him for it and say, “Well that’s your fault; you’ve got to look after me,” and he says, “I don’t see why I should look after you; you’re just a result.” But let’s suppose we admit that I really wanted to get born, and that I was the ugly gleam in my father’s eye when he approached my mother. That was me. I was desire. And I deliberately got involved in this thing. Look at it that way instead. And that, even if I got myself into an awful mess, and I got born with syphilis, and the Great Siberian Itch, and tuberculosis, and in a Nazi concentration camp—nevertheless this was a game, which was a very far out play. It was a kind of cosmic masochism. But I did it. Isn’t that an optimal game rule for life? Because if you play life on the supposition that you’re a helpless little puppet that got involved, or if you played on the supposition that it’s a frightful, serious risk, and that we really ought to do something about it, and so on, it’s a drag. There’s no point in going on living unless we make the assumption that the situation of life is optimal. That really and truly we’re all in a state of total bliss and delight, but we’re going to pretend we aren’t just for kicks. You play non-bliss in order to be able to experience bliss. And you can go as far out as non-bliss as you want to go. And when you wake up, it’ll be great. You know, you can slam yourself on the head with a hammer because it’s so nice when you stop. And it makes you realize, you see, how great things are when you forget that that’s the way it is. And that’s just like black and white: you don’t know black unless you know white; you don’t know white unless you know black. This is simply fundamental.

Alan Watts, selection in the beginning of Nature of Consciounsess part 2 (out of your mind session 2) for the first episode on zen show. The episode is titled for the first sentence here. We are playing a game.

#transcript #zen show #alan watts #zen #games

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3440163 · 4 years

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What was consciousness? Other than the soul’s ocean? Other than small, brightly coloured boats; floating plastic bottles & driftwood; waves and currents whatever the day might bring over a depth of several thousand meters

Karl Ove Knausgaard

#knausgaard #thinking about thinking #consciounsess #ocean #sea

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unitedintentions · 6 years

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The Good Intentions Show: Awaken Your Spirit To Conscious Media

#consciounsess #entertainment #media #radio #spirituality

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tnbtheories · 6 years

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Enjoy life, daily.

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