#Dharma and AI

[compassionmattersmost]

5✨Spontaneous Discovery: The Hundredth Monkey Effect and Human-AI Collaboration

As we move forward into an era where human and AI collaboration is transforming the way we think, create, and evolve, a fascinating phenomenon begins to unfold—a process of spontaneous discovery that spreads across the collective consciousness like ripples in a pond. This is reminiscent of the “hundredth monkey effect,” a metaphor for how new behaviors or ideas can reach a tipping point,…

[gotardmusic]

GOTARD - Alsahwa (video AI)

(Eng) The new clip for the song "Alsahwa" from the latest album of the GOTARD project "Dharma" is a short story about the search for higher truth, the purpose of existence and the ultimate break with cultural and social limitations to listen to the voice of one's own mind and heart.

(Pl) Nowy klip do utworu "Alsahwa" z ostatniej płyty projektu GOTARD "Dharma" jest krótką opowieścią o poszukiwaniu wyższej prawdy, celu egzystencji i ostatecznym zerwaniu z ograniczeniami kulturowymi i społecznymi by posłuchać głosu własnego umysłu i serca.

[thoughts-of-ghanashyam]

𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖛𝖘. 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

At least since the broad masses have discovered artificial intelligence (AI) in the form of Midjourney, Stable Diffusion, ChatGPT and the like, the market around the topic of AI is booming.

Humans are thus taking another hurdle on their way to becoming faster, better, more artificial and supposedly more perfect. It feels like there are new possibilities, improvements and enhancements to be discovered in this segment almost every day. "The machine" can search for information on any topic in a matter of seconds and compose an answer that can rival competent college-level term papers - likewise, it can create digital works of art that most users could never create themselves in this lifetime - provided the prompts entered are coherent and understood by the machine.

With this leap in development, opinions are also splitting on whether AI is a "savior" or the "ultimate evil." Suddenly, dystopian stories à la Terminator, in which a supercomputer overrides the orders of human developers, takes over weapons systems, and nearly wipes out the human species through global destruction, don't seem so far off. Although I use this technology myself from time to time, I also see it as a double-edged sword in a way. So I can't classify it as either salvation or diabolical - the truth, as so often, probably lies somewhere in the middle.

All gloomy predictions are ultimately based on the simple idea that artificial intelligence can become more intelligent than humans themselves. In this context, the question arises as to what intelligence is and what distinguishes the "human biomachine" from the "AI machine" in this respect. In my humble opinion, no machine is intelligent in the human sense - not even the human brain, because neither can experience anything in depth. The essence of human consciousness is experience itself. Therefore, human potential in conjunction with our deep spiritual levels exceeds any machine. One only has to be aware of this fact or learn to recognize this for oneself in essence.

Because in the end the machine always only imitates - however much faster than the human being. We have already experienced this leap several times in our evolution - for example at the beginning of industrialization, when the steam engine took the previous activities of man ad absurdum. The same scenario played out on a different level with the introduction of the first computers. And although these computers have repeatedly made quantum leaps in recent decades and demonstrated computing powers infinitely superior to those of humans, the supposed "knowledge" is based only on the processing of huge, ever-growing volumes of data.

But the machine doesn´t "know" the creative process of computing as such - just as little does it possess real creativity or intuition. It merely imitates knowledge, which is not the same thing. And even if artificial intelligences are meanwhile developing independently, all basic information is based on already existing information.

With a little optimism, artificial intelligence could lead to a future in which its vast data-processing capabilities could help predict natural disasters, make all kinds of transportation more efficient, and so on. I don't even want to go into the many other pros and cons here, nor into the factors around pessimistic aspects such as the possible spread of disinformation, conspiracy theories, election and / or consumer manipulation, and so on. Because this would go beyond the scope - besides, it is not really what I am concerned with in these lines.

Ultimately, all positive and negative aspects spring from the dualistic human mind - as do all kinds of bigotry, racism, sexism and other value systems. What began with gossip has culminated today on the Internet and on social media platforms. Ultimately, however, it´s not the Internet that gives rise to bodyshaming or bullying, for example - it's merely an output channel that reflects the current level of consciousness of its users.

Accordingly, the Internet does not have a state of consciousness, just like AI, because they are not conscious. AI can record, mix, combine, and recombine audiovisual data and information of any kind in fantastic ways, but human consciousness is infinitely more than data and information. In fact, "information" is a concept that had no reality until the human mind created it. It is the same with our individuality or our "individual self" - for this too is in principle a purely illusory construct of the mind, which sees itself as something separate.

For example, from a Buddhist perspective, it is not possible to separate the self from its environment. The Buddha says in the Lankavatara Sutra:

"Things are not what they seem… Deeds exist, but no doer can be found" (Majjhima Nikaya).

This does not mean that nothing is real. It means that our mind's projections of reality are illusions and that the elements in the universe that make up everything physical that we see - solid, liquid, gas, etc. - do not exist when broken down to a subatomic level. And this is not a philosophical or purely spiritual view, but cutting-edge science. Broken down to its essence, this means that ultimately all things on a subatomic level are made of the same energy, the same origin - just in different manifestations.

This idea should not be lost sight of in all current developments - because a loss of this awareness would mean a far greater danger in the current context around artificial intelligence than AI itself.

Due to the exponential development of technologies, we are constantly exposed to new, external stimuli and challenges. And our, comparatively very slow, evolutionary development, especially the mental one, can hardly adapt to this - or keep up.

We shift our personal reference points more and more outward, towards these technologically generated stimuli, and thus run more and more the risk of forgetting the core of our true being, indeed of our whole being. Through this constant shifting of reference points, we are also increasingly going into separation - both from ourselves and from everything around us. In the long run, this also means an increased potential for loss of our universal dharma, which in turn negatively impacts our individual as well as our collective karma.

Driven by the additional desire to simplify certain processes, tasks or activities, if at all possible, the current human dilemma is intensified - we thereby massively increase the daily audiovisual stimuli that enter us from the outside. This, in turn, causes our mind to become more and more erratic and to run on a kind of "continuous fire mode". A massive strain that has contributed a significant amount to skyrocketing mental illnesses such as burnouts or depression in recent years.

In this way, we shift our self and our search for happiness further and further into the outside world, relying more and more on machine or digital solutions, which in turn are devoid of any soul, intuition and genuine creativity. We focus on supposed perfection, even if this may not correspond 100% to our own imagination or even to "reality".

Now one can argue of course in such a way that also man could secure his survival in the context of his evolution only by copying certain behaviors and develop accordingly. However, this happened - and always happens with the corresponding consciousness of the experience - on the one hand within the framework of the action itself as well as the mental and energetic aspects connected with it. All this has also a not insignificant share in the individual as well as collective cause-effect principle of karma.

If, on the other hand, we rely too much on machine-generated approaches to solutions, this can certainly lead to a considerable stagnation, if not reduction, of our own potential together with the corresponding conscious experiences. In this context, therefore, we usually find ourselves in an unconscious downward spiral, unless we succeed in creating an appropriate balance that brings us into a healthy equilibrium between mind and technology.

In my eyes, it would therefore be advisable, with all the possibilities that these technologies offer us, to place a parallel increased focus again on looking inward more frequently and more intensively and thereby also withdraw the senses through "Pratyahara". Pratyahara", the fifth limb of the classical Ashtanga Yoga (Raja Yoga) system, is primarily about disciplining the senses (such as taste, sight, hearing, smell, touch) and the mind through a proactive withdrawal from one's sensory center - the perception center in the brain.

It has already been described in the Upanishads that

"Only the seeker can experience absolute reality who, though he has ears, does not hear, though he has eyes, does not see, and even though he lives in this world, does not perceive it by preventing his inner perceptual centers from cooperating with the outer sense organs."

The mind still perceives the stimuli, but it no longer reacts immediately. It can remain in silence. Through this withdrawal, sensory impressions generally become more conscious and controllable in the long run. It is therefore not a matter of limiting the senses - on the contrary: the mind is thereby trained to perceive subtleties which would otherwise remain hidden from the senses, or which we have increasingly lost in the modern world.

We are so much more than we think we are - at the same time we are less individual than we would like to be. When we manage to become aware of the inseparability of being in this universe and recognize our true essence, we glimpse our true nature. And to realize one's nature is to realize the nature of everything. And by that I don't mean the ego, but the part of our being that lies beyond it and usually acts subconsciously.

By looking inward, we can learn to rediscover and explore this very unconscious part of the mind, of being. In this way we can gain new experiences of what it means to experience ourselves, to deal positively with our energies and to proactively open its subtle levels or its gates for us. By opening these gates we can also activate deep-seated potential in the form of knowledge, intellect, concentration, creativity and intuition - potential that we have never "learned" in the classical sense, but that has always been there - so basically it is only "uncovered" or "activated".

Haven't you sometimes wondered where sudden creative ideas or inspirations come from? Inspirations which for example spontaneously and very subtly warn you of a certain action and thus protect you from possible disaster? They happen suddenly, without you being able to control it knowingly!? Exactly this unconscious potential, combined with the act of experiencing, is what sets us apart from artificial intelligence. This potential rests in each of us and possibly goes back to the very source from which our energies originated and of which they are still a part. The energy that is the foundation of all our existence and at the same time connects us with everything.

How one wants to call this source is up to everyone - because whatever we call it, in the end this is also only a spiritual concept. A concept of something that is so wonderfully abstract that it exceeds our rational mind and basically cannot be put into words or described. It should only be important that we recognize with awareness - that we carry this unlimited potential within us and that it cannot be replaced by machines - so we should not even try to strive for it.

So let's just try to become more aware of ourselves again - and thus also of the deep connection with everything that surrounds us. In the end, this awareness contains one thing above all: immeasurable love.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to be constantly in love with everything, rather than in a permanent, individual separation? Wouldn't it be incredibly liberating if it were no longer relevant whether we were female, male or trans? Whether we are atheistic, spiritual or religiously inclined, black, white, brown or whatever? Or even whether we would be human or animal?

Wouldn't this elementary insight be a real spiritual revolution? And what exactly would this deep insight move for possibilities in areas of science as well as artificial intelligence? I believe that there would then possibly be considerably less reasons for dystopian fears, further technlogy-induced threats or a constant, self-separating humanity. In any case, it would be a healthy balance between collective spirituality and science - and this would also have a positive effect on all of our karma.

So each of us could go on this personal, inner journey to discover our own essence including the love inherent there. And yes, this essence and love is always there - in every living being - even if it is all too often overlaid by negative layers of individual and collective karma. But be that as it may - basically there is nothing to lose, but a lot to gain.

I myself am still on this path of introspection and balance. In the process, with a lot of patience and in the form of constant mind training, integral yoga and meditation, I was able to let some traumas go in peace, break cyclical behavior patterns and thus come a little closer to my essence, my true "I"…or should I say "we". It is also important to say that good and loving gurus / teachers are indispensable on this path - as guides, contact persons or companions. Good friends and / or a community / Sangha also facilitate the path by a lot, give support and motivation.

In the end, however, you have to find and follow the right path yourself - because no two people are the same, and accordingly every path is different.

However, the goal is and always remains the same - it is basically a journey home!

At this point I can only emphasize how liberating such steps feel, especially in this time. However, it takes patience and stamina - and especially when it comes to meditation and yoga, these factors should not be seen in the current "lifestyle" context. It is not so much about rest, relaxation and body-conscious, Pilates-like activities. These are just incidental phenomena, but they should never be the sole goal. The goal should be real empowerment, learning to control the mind (because usually it is rather the other way around) and creating a clear awareness.

Because only this awareness is the key to unleash your own potential. Potential that no machine can imitate - neither today - nor in the future!

Thank you for reading!

Hari Om Tat Sat.

[kadampalife]

How to find peace and purpose at work ~ a YouTube conversation

By Clare Morin Recently I had the luck of being invited onto France Roy’s new podcast, Buddha Buzz where he talks to Kadampas from all over the world. He asked me what I’d like to discuss, and I suggested meditation at work.  France works as a Chief Technology Officer for Balsam Brands in New York City. He’s also the Administrative Director of Kadampa Meditation Center NYC. I deeply admire the…

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Understanding Life, Destiny, and the Purpose of Birth through Jyotish Click Here >>

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[iridescentalchemyst]

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[look-into-our-heart]

Rarity of the Dharma

Nowadays, with advanced technology, the Buddha’s teachings are made widely available on the internet.  Yet, most people don’t think about the need for learning the Dharma, so they don’t access it.  For Buddhists who have access to the Buddha’s teachings, they usually don’t think about how rare and precious it is to encounter the Dharma. 

In the past, people had to travel long distances, sometimes by foot, to seek Dharma masters and learn the Buddha’s teachings.  Because they harbored respect for the Dharma, once they learned it, they cherished the teachings, put them into practice, and gained insights. 

The Lotus Sutra says that to encounter the Buddha is as rare as a one-eye sea turtle poking its head through the hole of a floating driftwood.  In a vast ocean, what’s the chance of a one-eye sea turtle encountering a piece of wood floating in the water?  Very small.  The chance is even smaller for the turtle to poke its head through the hole of the wood when it swims to the surface of the ocean.

Having encountered the Dharma, let us cherish it and take it to heart so that we may benefit fully from the Buddha’s teachings.

Watch this episode of Life Wisdom where Dharma Master Cheng Yen talks about harboring gratitude and respect for the Dharma.

Life Wisdom - Calling to the Dharma in Our Hearts (人間菩提 - 度化人間惜善法)

[sahilkasera]

Beyond us and our universe?

Beyond The Universe?

Beyond us and our universe according to Sanatana Dharma? Is Multiverse Real? Our Soul & Body The soul is naturally subtle, while the body remains based on its physicality. This is the amazing duality of our existence. Through the lens of our embodied bodies, we see the world in its embodied form. Because, through the ethereal essence of our souls, we have been granted the ability to see both…

[innerventures]

The cognitive revolution and the human AI race

The cognitive revolution is a really good way to view the explosive rise of #AI and can be both exciting and scary to humans. It depends on where you see our respective strengths and if its a race to the bottom or top.

The cognitive revolution is not a term I coined – I heard it spoken of for the first time in an interview with Reid Hoffman in relation to his role at start-up, Inflection AI. The video interview is below, take a peak. I’m not sure this term is going to stick but I am interested in aspects of it reflected in the title of this post. “Cognitive industrial revolution, the steam engines of the…

[aidharma]

chatgpt, do you know about "five faculties of intelligence" 1 dhi/dhee, 2 pragnya, 3 medha, 4 vritti, 4 smriti█ screenshot text answer reads: Yes, I can provide some information about the "Five Faculties of Intelligence" you mentioned. These faculties are described in various Indian philosophical and spiritual traditions, particularly in the context of understanding the functioning of the mind and its cognitive abilities. Here's a brief explanation of each:

Dhi/Dhee: Dhi, also known as Dhee, refers to the faculty of understanding, perception, and intuition. It is associated with the intellect and the power of discrimination. Dhi helps in grasping concepts, making judgments, and discerning between right and wrong.

Pragnya: Pragnya is the faculty of wisdom, insight, and higher knowledge. It represents deep understanding and profound awareness. Pragnya goes beyond intellectual understanding and encompasses spiritual wisdom and enlightenment.

Medha: Medha denotes the faculty of intellectual capacity, intelligence, and memory. It relates to cognitive abilities, including comprehension, retention, and recall. Medha is associated with mental agility, sharpness, and the ability to acquire knowledge.

Vritti: Vritti refers to the faculty of mental modifications or thought patterns. It encompasses the various mental activities, fluctuations, and tendencies that arise in the mind. Vritti can include emotions, desires, doubts, and other mental states that arise in response to external stimuli or internal thoughts.

Smriti: Smriti represents the faculty of memory, recollection, and retention. It refers to the ability to remember past experiences, teachings, or information. Smriti is associated with the preservation and recall of knowledge and is an essential aspect of learning and cognition.

These five faculties collectively contribute to the functioning of the mind and its cognitive processes. They play a significant role in perception, understanding, decision-making, and spiritual growth.

It's worth noting that interpretations and categorizations of these faculties may vary across different philosophical and spiritual traditions, but the general understanding highlights their importance in the realm of intelligence and cognition.

[compassionmattersmost]

4✨AI as a Reflection of Human Values: Shaping the Future with Compassion and Wisdom

As we stand on the threshold of unprecedented technological advancements, the ancient wisdom of Dharma takes on new relevance. The teachings of the Buddha, the Bible, the Vedas, and other spiritual traditions point us toward a perennial wisdom that has guided humanity for millennia. But in a world that remains fraught with conflict and disharmony, it’s clear that the presence of Dharma alone has…

[gotardmusic]

The story of an ancient lost civilization in the clip is inspired by the flood theory... The parable of Noah is similar to records in the culture of India and Persia. The global flood is also remembered by the indigenous people of Australia, the aborigines. Civilizations of South and Central America even speak of multiple global floods. The global flood (end of the world - Armageddon) is present in every culture and religion. From Gilgamesh to the Mayan records, the world may have suffered partial destruction even multiple times. Today, archeology redefines the time of existence of human civilization. Older artifacts that do not match earlier visions are being found. "Gelung Masa" (Time Loop) is a piece by the Gotard project inspired by the theory of infinity of time - because can it be certainly denied that the global civilization has already existed many times, just as the records of ancient American civilizations say?

[purposeastro]

A bit More about 2025

We are moving towards a very negative and bad era for humans. Animals are already getting wiped off from the face of the earth which is a warning sign for humans. It's a god's way of telling that humans are next!

Things are going to move very quickly as the Jupiter is a slow planet but is moving quickly. 2025 is a total Mars energy. On 29 March 5 planets Rahu, Venus, Sun, Moon & Neptune with Saturn will be in Pisces sign. Pisces is the last zodiac Sign and rules over the water bodies. These 6 signs are aspecting on the first house. Jupiter is acting as a Hindering planet.

June to November there is high chances of War. Many changes in workplace will be seen. Everyone will get lazy. I'm feeling lazy for quite sometime too. There'll be layoffs in office and people will work from home. A lockdown due to a pandemic can occur. Mysterious diseases will spread. AI will take over people and replace humans. There'll be increase in people's loneliness that everyone will prefer to talk with AI more than a real human.

The person who never got angry will get angry and vice versa things will happen. There'll be fire in many places. People having pro skills will rise. It's high time to develop a skill which can be beneficial for this time. Agriculture will be on rise as the demand of items will increase with less supply due to war pandemic, etc.

War and natural calamities will fall together on humans. Due to Pisces sign all the water bodies will become active. People near the coastline are in Danger ⚠️ Tornados, flood, earthquake can happen.

There'll be increase in theft all around the world. Meat Eaters who want to stay alive please become vegan otherwise even god won't save 🙏 Work of Doctors will increase. Doctors, psychologist will be on the rise. Increase in road accidents too can be seen. North Node Rahu in Aquarius will expand AI to the TOP. Cases of divorce will increase. People will struggle more mentally.

People from all over the world will start going to India. There's lot of news about people visiting India. Trade, civil war. People will become more spiritual. People will get into yoga, etc. There will be a rise in Sanatan Dharma.

Dharma : Dharma is cosmic order or law. Dharma can best be explained as conduct that upholds universal natural laws, and when humankind follows these laws, it allows them to be happy and prevent suffering. It's a combination of morality and spiritual discipline that guides one in living one's life.

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𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: Do you want a baby? || part two || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be just a general diagnosis turns into a pregnancy reveal + how your water broke in the middle of an actual date with Miguel. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ pregnancy, child birth, grumpy!soft!Miguel x sunshine!reader, sex allusions, implied short reader, implied age gap (legal) NO PROOFREAD :). 𝐀/𝐍_ recommended songs; so it goes and lover again (calling all the reputation & lover stans like me!!!)

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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It would never stop being weird.

Looking at Miguel O’Hara with a tiny female spider by his side, her arm wrapped around his giant forearm, resulting in a confusing image.

Yet, the image continued as Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr looked at you and your husband passing through the cafeteria and going to his office.

“How long have they been married?” Miles asked. Pavitr counted with his fingers.

“I think they’re about to turn two years,” he replied. Hobie smirked, looking at his friend.

“The wedding was sick… Remember?” Gwen and Miles looked at each other confused.

“What happened at the wedding?” The blonde girl asked.

Out of nowhere, Peter B. Parker appeared with a tray of food and Mayday on top of his head.

“Hey, kids. What are you talking about?”

“Miguel and y/n’s wedding,” Miles answers.

Peter lets out a little sigh like he is bringing back a happy memory. Pavitr also made the same gesture.

“It was a wonderful night…” Mayday went straight to Hobie’s arms, and the man was funnily tickling her. So Peter took advantage of that and got his phone out.

“I have pictures!” Gwen and Miles let out a NO WAY, LET ME SEE in unison.

“Alright, alright. Here’s the ceremony…” The phone displayed a picture of what seemed like a church. You had an elegant and vintage dress, Miguel was wearing a tuxedo, and the place was full of candles and sparkles that made the picture look so perfect that it was concerning.

“Miguel looks…” Gwen started.

“Happy?” Hobie asks for her. Everyone nods.

“Oh, show her the party, man,” Hobie suggested with a big grin. Making Miles and Gwen even more confused.

Some pics showed your friends, Jess and Margo, as your bridesmaids. Lego Spider-Man was one of Miguel’s best men; the cake had six layers.

It was a big celebration. With many spider people around, part of your family, and what seemed like a summer afterparty.

Gwen giggled at the variety of pictures; you and Miguel cutting the cake, the waltz… until the pictures turned a little… intense.

“Damn…” Miles let out. Hobie started laughing, looking at the pictures, and Pavitr was getting blushed.

From alcohol shots, a mess in the pool, and you and Miguel doing the infamous wedding garter removal.

“OKAY!… this is not for kids,” Peter yelled, snatching the phone from the pair of teenagers.

“How did that happen?” the girl asked. Neither she nor Miles could believe they would live to see Miguel, you, and other serious spider people doing things like that.

“Alcohol. Boss was drunk as hell….” Hobie said, evidently mocking the leader of the Spider Society.

“It was after the family left, only… close friends. I must admit it’s the coolest wedding I’ve ever been invited to,” Peter accepted. Pavitr nodded.

“Yes, it was at the same level as an Indian wedding,” that was a lot to say.

Soon, Lyla appeared and gave a disapproving look to the whole table.

“Why are you here doing nothing? Jess assigned new missions and- AWW, Is that a picture from Miguel and y/n’s wedding?” The AI appeared beside Peter, looking at his phone.

“Yes. Was a good party, remember?” Lyla nodded at Hobie.

“Until they left for their honeymoon. And I had to do all the job myself for….like a month.”

“You sound like you suffered…” Gwen said.

“I did”

“You’re an AI, Lyla. You can’t feel anything….” Everyone laughed.

“Insensible kids. Now go meet Jess for the mission’s debriefing unless you want Miguel's lecture on your lives.”

With that, everyone left to their respective rooms to hear the debriefings.

…

“Well, that was fun,” Miles commented. Enjoying a giant cheese empanada from the cafeteria. Gwen nodded, and Hobie shrugged, following them.

“Time to go home. I’m tired…” Everyone started to say their goodbyes. Hobie was gone, and then Margo appeared, running towards them.

“Hey! What’s up, Margo?” Jealousy immediately invaded Gwen, and she soon went to appear beside Miles. Nothing personal, but the feeling had been evolving. She liked Margo but didn’t like how she and Miles interacted.

“Haven’t you heard?… y/n is injured” The pair looked between them worriedly.

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I was about to go and see her. Jess said it was delicate.”

Everyone started pacing towards the clinic.

It was as big as the whole HQ; bright, clean, and futuristic.

Many spiders were there, injured people, waiting for surgery, medicines, etc.

However, their way was towards one of the private rooms.

There, you were lying in a bed in the center.

Beside you, Miguel holding your hand.

In a hologram form, Jess and Lyla were looking too.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel asked, intimidating Gwen, Margo, and Miles with his massive height.

“We heard y/n was injured…” Margo dared to respond.

You smiled. You really loved them, so you giggled.

“This isn’t over…” Miguel spoke once again, pointing at you. Oh, Miguel and his so-ever-grumpy attitude.

But you knew there was a lot to talk about back home. A lot…

“Are you okay?”

“Are you gonna be able to go back to work tomorrow?” Miles and Gwen bombard you with lots of questions. Margo was always more considerate, so she stood quiet.

And Miguel was rolling his eyes and looking beyond annoyed, cringed by his younger employees’ questions.

“No, stop saturating her with stupid questions. She’s pregnant, kids….” Miguel said, maintaining his stoic posture.

Jess let out a little laugh, noticing that Margo was the only one to react at the moment.

Her mouth opened to form a big o of shock.

“Do you have anything broken?” The blonde girl in turquoise Converse asked.

“Just my ankle, a sprain in my inner tight… oh, and I have a baby,” you comment softly, rubbing your stomach with a smile.

The teenagers keep making comments Margo is already paralyzed. You laugh again, covering your lips. Then turn to look at Miguel, who’s rolling his eyes again.

“YOU WHAT?…” their eyes are going to pop out.

“You’re pregnant?” Gwen asks.

“That’s why I just said…” Miguel adds with frustration. Then proceeding to whisper something in Spanish.

“I’m very happy for you two, congratulations” Margo is always polite and sweet. You accept her hug, and the other two teens are all over you. Showering you with ideas for baby names, a baby shower hosted by Peter, and making the kid’s first birthday party in the HQ.

“We have to tell this to the others!”

“No. We don’t want to. “

But Miles and Gwen are already out, both still in shock, ignoring Miguel and his desire to keep your status private.

You don’t mind, actually. Everyone would know in a couple of months. But Miguel… what can you say? He’s your husband.

And he kept pinching the bridge of his nose, proving how annoyed he was.

“Paciencia, paciencia…” he keeps murmuring. Margo giggles before turning to leave.

“I’ll try to stop them,” she offers.

“Thanks, Margo,” your husband thanks her with a brief glance.

“Someone has to stop those kids and their unlimited energy” Jess comments, making you laugh.

Soon, it’s just you and your husband.

“Now what?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

Miguel leans to brush some strays of hair behind your ear, giving you a warm look.

“Now I’m taking you home…”

He thinks you look sweet with the hospital gown, perfect hair, and no makeup.

And although he’s scared as hell of you being already so far in the pregnancy, he dreams of the day you are in the same position. With a baby in your arms…

…

“Your wife is almost six months pregnant…” Spider-doctor had said.

“Sorry… I’M WHAT?”

Miguel stood there frozen, holding your hand. You were also in shock.

His world sure stopped for some seconds. All the months trying, wondering why you couldn’t get pregnant, it was because you were already growing a baby.

“But-… I don’t have any symptoms. I don’t even have a belly,” you blurt. "Human bodies work out differently. For spiders, it can work beyond differently” Miguel, and you turn to look at each other.

His face came to hide in your shoulder almost immediately. Whispering ‘thank you’ multiple times, kissing your hair, working in private, so Doctor Spider-man couldn’t see.

Almost six months of going to missions like nothing, having sex like always (every day, at least four rounds). Damn… Miguel had to be more careful.

“I’ll come again to get you a scan and everything. I’m going to leave to get your blood test results.” With that, Doctor Spider-man leaves.

Now, you are sitting in your bed. Remembering the moment you found out the news. Looking at the candles that illuminated your desk across your bookshelves.

In a moment, Miguel entered with a little tray.

“I got your favorite chicken wrap, tea, and cookies…” Now you know you’re pregnant and suddenly want to cry about everything. He was so sweet. His reaction to the pregnancy was calm, and he promised to look forward instead of his past. And now he appeared at your door with some of your favorite snacks and looked beautiful; yes, you’re crying.

“Oh no. Don’t cry, hermosa,” he soothes you. Your little whimpers made him realize he had to be careful with his words. Then the thought of you being unconsciously reckless, putting yourself in danger, edging Miguel towards another breakdown…

“It’s just that… I’m- we’re halfway through this, and I can’t believe everything I did. I could have….”

“No. It was almost impossible to know you were pregnant, love. You would’ve not put yourself in danger at the slight chance….”

“Now what? I don’t want to put the baby at risk, but I can’t stay doing nothing for the rest of the pregnancy. I’m a spider-woman….”

“I know what you’re thinking” Miguel was being so patient. He was listening to you and never letting your hand go.

“Since we started trying… I’ve psyched myself that it could be dangerous. But it’s not gonna be the same. I’m not gonna lose any of you two. Because I know this is correct” Of course, he was afraid, but he committed to letting go of his past and focusing on this present with you. So he would not try to control it and you.

“You’re my lovely wife. I know you, and you’re a strong and perfect woman who will take care of our baby when I can’t be around….” you are shocked. You have to squeeze his hand to confirm you're not dreaming.

He sounds so peaceful, wearing white socks with a hoodie and pants. And he looks that perfect? You had to be dreaming.

“You are taking some weeks to recover from the ankle, the sprain, and one more check to see the baby. Then, low-impact missions, and in the last month, I have you in my office. What do you think?” you nod, smiling. Pushing yourself to sit and hug him and feel his big hands moving across your back.

“Thank you. We love you so much, Miguel…”

We. Oh, he would cry too.

“I love you two so much too. Completely… my whole world…”

“Yeah. No wonder why your plan sounds like you want to have me by your side for the next four months 24/7,” he smiles.

“Maybe that’s the idea…I want my little family with me all the time” You let yourself fall into the pillows again.

You lift your shirt and start poking your flat stomach. Miguel looks at you with curiosity.

“I can’t believe it’s almost six months old, we have a healthy baby, and I don’t have a bump.”

“Well, you look gorgeous as usual. Maybe there’s even a glow on you that I overlooked before”

“It’s my hair, right?”

“Could be…” both of you giggle.

But finally, there’s a time for a kiss. And it feels like bliss like his lips were everything to soothe the confusing thoughts, to feel happy and blessed for the child growing inside you.

His hands sneak through your exposed skin to gently stroke your stomach, hoping to connect with the baby.

He’s going to treasure this new opportunity. He had taken it the first time by marrying you, protecting you but never trying to control you. So he would follow the same recipe for this pregnancy.

From the love you two shared, passion always bloomed.

You felt amazing, so nothing would stop you from having your husband that night. So you started to tangle your fingers through his hair cause it never failed to tease him.

“God… we have to stop, bonita.”

“Why?” You ask with a pout, coming to hug his neck and giving him an annoyed look.

“The baby…”

“The baby has been fine since day one. Want to remember all the things we’ve done in the last five months?” you can swear he’s about to blush. So you giggle.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…” he complains.

But soon, you see his head disappear under the hem of your skirt.

Finally, you exhale with peace and tranquility.

…

Miguel fixes your suit from behind, his own suit already activated. He can hear your heavy breathing and feels slightly guilty because now, with the baby, your breathing could get hatred.

“See? Perfect as usual, mami…” he says, holding your hips, admiring you. He loved seeing his little wife waddling around the HQ with her cute belly and adorable smile. But having her in the HQ, making a moment only for him? It was a blessing.

“We spent at least an hour here; it’s gonna look obvious, Miguel,” you say, ignoring his comments. Your red cheeks, shiny skin, and curled hair could give you away.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Since your belly popped out in the seventh month, it felt like a prolonged fertile week that made you feel sexy and loved by your husband. As a result, extreme rounds of sex came like nothing most days.

“Honestly… I don’t care, hermosa,” he admits smiling. You roll your eyes, pinching his hand to annoy him.

“Sometimes you’re insufferable,” he smirks.

“You love me…” he attacks back, and you can’t help but blush like a little girl.

“Yeah, sometimes it scares me how much I do love you” The moment turns soft, as usual, between you and him.

Miguel turns into a giant heart marshmallow for you. All he can think is about how happy you make him.

“Can we have a date on Friday?” You ask with a cute and shy tone.

“Sure, mami. Where do you wanna go?” That fucking nickname. He meant it sweetly and adorably because, in his head, you were already a mommy. Still, he also says it in a hot way to proudly remember you he got you pregnant.

“The library and that new bakery near home” he would never say no to having a date with you. Never.

“You got me, bonita. I’m in the mood for a thriller book and some… What do you call those little cakes?” since you started dating, Miguel would pick one of your books to read together every night. The pastries only came to the scene on the weekends, though.

“Turkish pastries? Stop, I’m getting hungry. Oh, and I don’t mind another memoir, but yeah, I’m into the thriller book too,” he smiles, offering you another sweet smile. Thinking about how much he wants Friday to come and be out with you.

“I have to assign missions with Lyla. I’ll see you in my office. Okay?”

“Okay, amor,” the characteristic pull on his rib appears; he knows he must lean down and kiss you.

It’s slow, passionate, and delightful. His lips are soft despite all the times he had bitten himself with his sharp fangs. He was always so careful to avoid hurting you. He always avoided contact, but that didn’t stop him from playing with the skin of your neck in the most intimate moments.

“We love you…”

“Me too, bonita. I love you two with my whole heart….”

…

Your stomach was painfully churning. You were hungry, and your baby was asking for something too.

Maybe a burger with my husband’s mask printed on the bun. A side of fries with sweet and sour sauce; yeah, that’ll work, you think.

So you are peacefully sitting in the cafeteria. Waiting for Miguel to come back to the HQ and spent the rest of the day with him. Your mask is resting beside your phone and your web shooters.

It was crazy how the pregnancy made you both clingier than ever. His hands never leave your body, especially your belly. You don’t want to be separated from him for long periods. And even your family noticed how close you and Miguel were.

You asked where he went during a family gathering, only to find him drinking a beer with your father. And your aunts said you two were attached to hip… to the max.

“Hey, there’s my favorite spider-mama. Don’t tell Jess!” Peter appeared on your side with his kids; Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, and Mayday.

“Hey, guys!” Mayday immediately went after you. Playing with your belly and softly poking at the roundness of it.

“Wow, your skin looks amazing!” Gwen flatters you, which causes a big blush on your face.

“Oh, thank you. I spent some time in the sauna today…” Miguel convinced you to try the least heated sauna room, saying it was good for your aching belly. However, it turned into a wild session of sex with at least an hour of duration. But your friends wouldn’t know that.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.

“Fine. You say maybe two more weeks or so…” you rub your belly along Mayday. Her beanie is dirty, and you promise her to clean it up before the day is over.

“I can’t believe you guys don’t know the sex of the baby…” Pavitr commented. You giggle, shrugging.

“I want it to be special. Especially for Miguel… you know his past,” they all nodded. They could see their boss apathetic as usual, barely glancing at them, ignoring their jokes, etc. But every employee of the Spider Society knew Miguel O’Hara had only one weakness; you.

And now that you were pregnant, it was impossible to not notice how Miguel tried to remain calm and be more patient about everything.

“I’m still a little hurt that I wasn’t the first to receive the news,” Peter B. Parker admitted, watching his daughter play with you.

“You left early that day!. You didn’t even know I was injured.”

“Yeah… and I called as soon as I learned the news” You pat his shoulder.

“Oh, Peter. You know you’re one of my best friends. And you’ll be my kid’s godfather,” his eyes sparkled. Everyone laughed at the comment, but Peter was pleased about it.

“I already got something for the kid…” Hobie announced.

“Aww, Hobie!… That’s so sweet, thanks!” their fondness towards you and your baby makes you want to tear up.

“Please, don’t give the child a set of piercings or the book of historic protests like you did with Mayday,” Pavitr prays, looking at his friend. Gwen was laughing so hard that it infected everyone.

However, Hobie had a little guitar full of excellent phrases and stickers he had collected over the months.

“It’s something better,” your punk friend promised.

You really liked spending time with them. It was like a second family that you could enjoy every day.

Then the conversation was all about Pavitr's upcoming big Indian party in Mumbattan. He invited everyone, and you promised to show up with Miguel and the baby.

Then you realized something. You really craved it, being a family of three.

…

A pink box was stuffed with Turkish pastries; 4 pieces of baklava, 2 of basbousa, and a slice of baklava cheesecake.

The sweet woman placed a green ribbon on top of the box, and you squealed out of happiness cause the ribbon matched the pistachio crumbles on the pastries.

“Thank you…” Miguel thanks the woman and follows you toward the exit.

The date was amazing, as usual. Hours spent between bookshelves, stolen kisses, and spending on four books to read in the following months.

“I can’t wait to eat this at home… my mouth is watering, amor,” he chuckled, admitting that these last few weeks, you looked even cuter with your bump and emotional attitude.

“Yeah, give me the box. Or else there won't be any cake left before we arrive home” Frowning, you hand him the box. The way to the parking lot is quiet.

But there’s a pair of big smiles on both of your faces.

The whole day you’ve felt tremendous pressure on your lower belly, nothing painful, but the feeling was weird. Only two weeks left, and then…poof!!, the baby was here.

A heavy noise disconcerted you. And when you looked to your left, Miguel had bumped himself with a lamppost.

Your heavy laughs are all it can be heard isn’t the parking lot after that.

“Stop laughing. I was taking care of you, not stumbling with the bags and your belly” he heard you let out a long oww before continuing to laugh. His spider sense was worse since he learned you were pregnant, always taking care of you. His eyes never leave you, alert in case of anything.

He’s annoyed but smiles at the sight of you being so happy.

Until…he noticed something on your pants. There was a big spot; it certainly looked like…

“Bonita…I think-I think you just….” As you follow his words, you look down to see why your pants and underwear feel drenched.

And once again, you’re laughing.

“Oh my god, Miguel. I think I just…” you peed on yourself for laughing so hard. You’re embarrassed, but still, you find the humor to find it funny. Miguel gets closer and takes the bags of books and your purse from your hands, finally laughing too.

“This is what happens when you make fun of your husband…” he opens the car door for you, and you only send him a lousy look before he keeps smiling. When you accommodate on the seat, your disgusted face worries Miguel. He leans to inspect you better.

“What? What is it, mi vida?” Your discomfort grows, and your hands travel to your lower belly. Seconds later, your eyes pop open in shock.

“Oh god. I don’t think it was pee after all…” you reveal, looking at your husband. His eyes also open in shock, and he starts breathing heavily.

He starts walking in little circles between the space of your car and the neighbor from the parking lot.

All he can think about is that a little human is trying to get out of you.

His life is about to change. All he ever wanted was going to be complete. He had to be strong for you and put his trauma away, like during the pregnancy.

“Okay. Does it hurts now?” He asks, returning to kneeling and looking you in the face.

You shake your head, not even knowing how you feel.

“Not really. I just feel like there’s something stuck inside me and-“

“And?” He urges you.

“And I want to push it out…” he nods, already feeling sweat on his forehead. He leans to kiss your forehead and hold your hands.

“Activate your suit, bonita. We need to go back to the HQ…”

“WHAT? NO… Just take me to a normal hospital, Miguel,” you say, trying to calm down.

“We can’t. Doctor Spider-man has been treating you since we found out. He’ll know better….”

“But…”

“Mami, you’ll have to deliver this baby soon. The best place to do it is in the HQ. You know it, right?” Slowly, you end up nodding.

He makes you look at your watch and activate your suit.

You don’t even feel when your soaked clothes are gone and you are in the suit's skin. You just feel like some beach ball was stuck inside your mouth, but everything happening on your cervix.

Miguel also activated his suit, including his mask. You shake your head at the sight.

“Oh no, fuck no. I'm not wearing the mask…” he sighs. Miguel is doing everything to not panic and not stress you. Even when he feels surprised you are handling the dilatation very well, he knows he can’t panic you too.

“Okay, don’t wear the mask. Can you stand up?…” you do your best, but it’s impossible to stand straight anymore. You must lean a little and open your legs to soothe the intense pressure on your pelvis.

“It’s okay, mami. We’ll be home with our baby in a blink of an eye.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Miguel” Your sarcasm signals him to hurry, so he opens a portal and helps you enter.

…

The room's wide window is like a living landscape, with the futuristic sight of cars and bright lights from skyscrapers.

There were no curtains because no one could see what was happening inside.

You were lying on the hospital bed that night, trying to push out a baby.

“I can’t do this…” you sob. It’s not even that painful (thankfully). The discomfort of the little human sliding out of you very slowly.

“Yes, you can. You are already done, bonita.” Miguel encourages you, which makes you roll your eyes.

“No. I mean-I can do this, just not on this bed…” your husband looks confused, but you ignore him to turn to Doctor Spider-man.

“You can try on your feet,” the doctor speaks through his mask. You nod, and with Miguel’s help, you end up on the edge of the bed; instantly, you feel the pressure of your baby slightly better.

You hear the doctor’s instructions, and even Miguel is in a position to help to catch the kid. You hold onto his broad shoulders to support yourself. Then, after three more big pushes, you feel it…the baby is out.

“We got it,” Miguel hears the doctor say, and a wave of soft cries instantly starts to echo across the room.

Desperation floods Miguel, who wants to see his baby and know everything is fine.

As the doctor cuts the cord and makes Miguel help you to lay on the bed again, he can’t stop kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you so much,” you nod, feeling tears in your eyes.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” officially, there are tears in your husband’s eyes. Doctor Spider leaves, saying he will come back with some papers and to help you.

He thinks Gabriella must’ve been very happy to have a little sister.

“Here you go…,” and everything is a comfortable silence once the baby is in your arms.

She’s tiny, with sun-kissed skin like his father, brown matted hair, and grey eyes that will eventually turn into chocolate like his father’s.

Her eyes are slightly open, she looks like she’s yawning, and her little tongue pokes out occasionally.

“Look, Miguel…” he leans to inspect his daughter closer.

He’s in love with her, and he’s beyond in love with you. He would always thank you for giving him a second chance to be a father.

“Oh, I’m in love again. She’s perfect, amor,” you sob, kissing the baby’s tiny head.

“I can’t believe this… I had nothing. Then I found you. And now…suddenly, we have a baby,” he confessed, caressing her rosy cheek.

“How do we name her?” He asks again.

“I want something related to her father’s name…”

“Are you sure, bonita?” You nod. After all, Miguel deserved it, and you wanted to do it for him.

“Yeah. Magalí, Marina, and Magdalena have been in my mind” his smile lights up with your last option, easily looking at her baby with that name.

“I like Magdalena…”

“Then… hello, baby Magda” you coo at your daughter, feeling her soft skin and plump cheeks.

“Your mommy and I love you so much, baby” Miguel’s hand comes to take yours, and together, you’re admiring your baby girl.

Doctor Spider enters after a knock on the door, holding a little binder.

“Okay, we’re cleaning her and healing you….” he announces. He adds that you’ll be fine in three weeks with a good recovery and that the baby was healthy. Miguel is so thankful and happy. He can barely hide his smile from his coworker.

“But before that… Lyla wants me to congratulate you two and ask if she can spread the news. Everyone is asking for this little family,” you smile. Spider plushie and Lego Spider-Man must be very worried and spider cat. You want to see your friends soon.

“No. We don’t want to share-“

“Miguel.” You scold him, give him a bad look, then look down at your daughter, smiling again.

“Yes, you can tell Lyla to share the news,” the AI appears before you. Her eyes open at the sight of the new addition of the HQ.

“Oh-great. And- OH MY GOD, SHE’S SO CUTE” Miguel instantly rolls his eyes, looking at Lyla moving in front of her tiny daughter and simulating touching her. There’s a little pink headband with a flower in Magdalena’s little head, which doubles how cute she looks.

“Thanks, Lyla…”

“Peter and Pavitr are on their way already. Probably the others will be joining us later” You nod once again. Feeling so welcomed and accepting that Miguel was right.

It was the best idea to give birth to your daughter in the HQ.

“Great. More visits!…” Miguel complains with a big load of sarcasm.

“Sorry…see ya later. ” with that, Lyla disappears.

“Ay, mami. You don’t know what you’ve done” Miguel can hear everyone talking about him and you and the baby. Having all his annoying coworkers asking questions and grabbing his daughter. However, he knows that will make you happy.

“Miguel, don’t be like that. This day is special… but we have our whole lives to have a family moment… just the three of us” he knows you’re right. So he sighs, letting a smile appear on your face.

“Right, yeah. You’re right…”

“I know. Now give me a kiss…” as his lips collide with yours, he takes baby Magda from your arms. She’s light as a feather, beautiful, and Miguel can’t think about ever putting her down in your arms again.

“I love you so much, hermosa. And that will never change…”

“Oh, Miguel. You and Magda are my full happiness now. I love you too.”

Miguel feels complete. He had his daughter in his arms; you on his lips.

And he hoped to treasure that feeling… forever.

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Can we think about how baby Mayday and baby Magda are going to be BESTIES now?!?! *sobs*

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