#Lhen

[henk-heijmans]

Geoff Lace with gorse sticks, the Lhen, Isle of Man, 1970 - by Chris Killip (1946 - 2020), English

[crystalmarred]

It must've come as a shock, the way Aven had been avoiding him. Even if there had been times when Aven had gone a few hours without being around D'lhen, half a week was surely very concerning.

Possibly even frightening. They hadn't gotten into a fight. They didn't argue, they had quite literally kissed each other just a few days ago. It wasn't a public display of avoidance, just. . . Not around. So when Aven had said: "I've been meaning to ask you something. . . Can you come to the Last Stand?"

. . . Did it leave a red flag?

He was pacing back and forth, a hand shoved close to his waist and quite nearly a finger in his mouth to chew. Relief spread across his face when the scholarly Miqo'te made his way over. Possibly at a speed Aven hadn't expected.

The Bard stood there looking out of his mind in worry, shuffling from foot to foot until he had the courage to look Lhen in the eyes. "Birdie. . . You have made me the most happiest I've ever been, since we met. I couldn't ask for anyone better. . ."

His hand reached up to thumb the other's face, a movement in a way he knew was a gesture Lhen found the most appealing.

"I — gosh. . . I don't want to mess this up. . ." Aven chuckled, eyes softening when he grew the courage to return the gaze, this time cupping the other at the cheek. "I want to take the next step. . . And walk with you to eternity. Will you bond with me?"

With a softened motion, Aven drew out a nice velvet case, a ring glimmering within, bright and illuminating. Aven couldn't craft, so entrusting D'tykha was the saddest excuse, but the engraving — one of Lhen's favorite quotes — pressed to the band.

— BASED ON CONVERSATION ;; ( @diademreigned )

The quiet had begun to get to D'lhen. Had this concerned anyone else, he would have been able to ignore it with ease, but the very real realization that it was his boyfriend of nearly a year.

It wasn't like A'aven had avoided him, exactly, but the quiet had left him with an impossible to ignore sense of dread that surely spelled doom for their relationship. It was certainly not the first time that he'd watched someone's interest in him dwindle.

So of course, it only came naturally that when Haven approached him and asked him to the Last Stand, D'lhen's thoughts moved to the absolute worst possibility.

"I... suppose," D'lhen had answered, the few words spoken slow and uncertain as he made his way to the appointed place. Part of him wished to move quickly, where the other wanted to drag his feet and find no answer to the question that had been burned into the edges of his lips for the past week with no way to force it from himself in the scarce few moments they shared.

What was it that had changed his mind? Had he been too technical, too smart about the wrong things and too dim about the right ones? His nature drove him to analyze and his contradictory condition bid him to agonize.

It resulted in an overthought, an inability to pursue of body the answer he wanted while his mind was consumed by precious little else. D'lhen had plucked a graying hair from his tail this morning and could not bring himself to care.

The way that Haven paced as D'lhen approached only provided more fuel for his anxious mind. Whatever had him so anxious? Surely a breakup wouldn't have had Aven so nervous?

And then came the words. They started off well enough, but blue eyes struggled to meet the familiar lavender ones when he made mention of how he could ask for no one one better.

But despite all the anxiety, despite the worry in his heart, it melts all the same when Aven reaches out to thumb at his cheek. Funny, how it always had that effect on him, even in moments of uncertainty like these...

"I don't want to mess this up..."

Mess it up...?

Now, D'lhen was confused. The sweet way he spoke, the way he worried about messing things up. No longer did this sound like an attempt to break up with him and now he was... a bit befuddled, truthfully.

"I want to take the next step. . . And walk with you to eternity. Will you bond with me?"

Wait... Hold a moment... Wait...

The velvet case came out, opened to a handcrafted ring of impressive quality. Words wrapped around the band, a familiar philosophical quote that D'lhen had pointed out to A'aven several times in the past, in relation to Sharlayan's status as an unbiased and unaffiliated keeper of knowledge.

But afore D'lhen could properly answered, a sigh of relief slipped from his lips as he crossed his arms.

"I thought you were breaking up with me, you..."

D'lhen tried his utmost to find words for A'aven, but little came to mind that fit the want for exasperation when the warmth that swelled in his chest replaced his mild irritation. He had had been so thoroughly convinced he had found then end with A'aven, that he had at last grown tired of D'lhen Tia as he knew most reasonably would.

But his Haven was far and away from a reasonable man, blessedly so.

Tears blossomed in that relief, crested the edges of his eyes as they spilled over, mixed with the glee, the happiness he found in that moment that he had never even put thought into, never considered beyond the rare moments old classmates would tell him they had recently been bonded themselves.

"Do you even need to ask? Truly?"

[gylspct]

Dust… Dust all around…

“wanle wanle wanle. I have no food for my family, I have no food to sell. How am I going to make it through this winter? I’ll have to sell my daughter into prostitution just to make ends meet…”~Canson Lhen

Decades of historical economic mismanagement by the Qing dynasty and a once in a thousand year drought has led to the biggest crop harvest failure in the last century. Many in southern china are now facing starvation over the winter, and it seems like the government is not doing anything. How peasants will face this is still thus far unknown, but one thing is certain. The government seems to care more about dealing with foreigners than helping its own population…

[baldursgatekate]

Skullweave Chapter 23

Lo and her companions travel to the Iron Throne. While they're on the way, she recalls a lost memory of her father, Lhen.

Find Chapter 23 'Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust' of Skullweave here.

[abm1g-5]

Chick lit may be considered as one of the controversy emerging during late 1990's up to 2000's. It may seem odd at first knowing that chick lit encourages women empowerment whereas it targeted readers specifically young women. It introduces and encourages feminism during these times, an advocacy empowering women to be treated equally. Evidently even up to this day, gender equality is still an on going advocacy as a result of emerging chick lit to let the women voice out, let them have a freedom to choose, and undeniably to empower them to become equally treated.

"The Kiss Quotient" by Helen Hoang was a heartwarming contemporary romance novel. It combines the elements of romance, humor and diversity. Stella Lane is a successful econometrician who is on the autism spectrum. She is brilliant at her job but struggles in socializing, especially in romantic relationships. Since she felt the pressure of settling down from her parents, she decides to hire an escort to teach her about intimacy and relationships, who is Michael Phan. He agreed about this because of his financial struggles. As they start the lessons, they both realize that there is more to their arrangements than physical intimacy. Stella was drawn to Michael, and he, in turn is captivated by her unique personality and honesty. As the progress of their lessons, undoubtedly both Stella and Michael fell for each other. Despite of their growing feelings, both of them are not ready to commit. Since Stella is afraid of being hurt while Michael is worried in letting go of his job, because he sees it as a way to provide their finances. However they still continue to support and understand each other, especially in breaking down their emotional hindrances along the way. Until, Stella and Michael faced their fears and insecurities. They learned to trust and love each other unconditionally. Stella's unique perspective on love helps Michael to see his worth beyond his job, while Michael's support gives Stella a confidence to embrace her true self. This book has a huge impact in terms of self-discovery and acceptance. It also sheds light on the experiences and struggles of individuals with autism spectrum disorder. Since, some of us are not good in commitment because of the trust issues or traumas we had in the past, we can't deny that each of us experienced or experiencing this kind of issue. However it's not impossible to be healed from the wounds we have. Additionally, it emphasizes the importance of embracing one's uniqueness and being honest to oneself. Furthermore it shows that love triumphs or conquer overall, however it is crucial to have respect, love and understanding nor broader mind for everyone. Moreover, it also highlights the power of love in bringing healing and growth to individuals. Overall "The Kiss Quotient" empowers women to embrace or accept their uniqueness, authenticity, pursue their passions and seek fulfillment, upon making it as an inspiration in the 21st century.

Written by: Princess Lhen Gorospe

[dhivehi]

Have any from Esa ge baavanna lhen fothun?

you mean the musician easabe has a poetry book call baavanna? let me check if i can get a copy for you

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

11.12.23 Sunday

3:38 am

Happy Blessed Sunday!!!

I still have windblow... I feel hurt... I feel bitter... I don't understand... It seems there is a windblow cry, literally cry not a sex moan.

I wanna leave the hometown... I'm hurting in this hometown...I never grow since 2007... Someone planned everything from the start... A playful mind took something from here from the start...

Still, thinking of money and job...

I wanna leave the hometown... I wanna leave this hometown... I never see myself growing old here happy....

Those people in the rituals time will come a fire as in a literally will be there with them and they will burn until they become ashes.

People in that rituals are not pure and not joining their fake hearts... They don't take it seriously but harm people... Time will come there will be a powerful one to burn them there to turn into ashes...

I really wanna leave the hometown... I wanna get and see and talk to Borgy but I don't know how...

Still, I'm jealous of some things that I don't know...

I still feel fat,ugly and wrinkled....I wanna travel and leave this hometown...I'm just hurting for 16 years.

They planned everything without my knowledge... They planned everything without me asking if I'm ohkay.

Strange, I FEEL JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW...

I wanna travel and leave this hometown... They just damage my entire future....

5:06 am

I still have windblow... I feel bitter... I feel so ugly and old without a future...

I hate this trap here in Cavite, they kidnapped me since 2007!

I feel bitter and I'm worrying so much... I feel jealous which I don't know why...

10:28 am

I still feel jealous which I don't know why... I feeel so jealous...

1:14 pm

Done,eating lunchie and if I'm here in the house I take care of them and even if I'm working, I'm taking care of them most specially my nana... We can't hire an assistant that I used to have... I had my own yaya before... So,I'm having a hard time these days and I feel so ugly!

We have financial tight budgeting now and I badly need a money and job... Hate being trapped by someone I don't know or not even on my mind...

16 years too long for me being kidnapped by them and I can't grow...

I still wanna see Borgy for something,I wanna have him and talk to him... This is something a reality thing.

I feel bad around 3 am I accidentally scratched my left arm and I have long nails then some skin peeled of then I trimmed my nails. I put an ointment on that peeled skin.

Hmm... So, it is a chill time but not my ideal LIFE. Still, wanna see, talk and see Borgy. I have to work and do something for myself...

I have personal plans... For now will walk in call center and I have so many personal plans. Still, I wanna perfect my nose and work and buy Starbucks everyday.

So, probably will try to sing later again on wesing it is just a hobby now and my voice lowered coz of the latest songs that I'm trying to learn. Raps songs are usually lowered tone so when I tried singing my original piece I had have a hard time. Plus, I got sick it was somehow a heavy bacteria that Streptococcus that I got in Iqor plus from the mouth of Miles... Plus, I'm awake at night... So, singing just to chill but I love stretching my voice and mastering a song. It is my art within me...

But I don't have an expensive high quality headset now, so that is the sad part of my life these days... I need a new mobile...

Hmm....These days in reality people need 2 to 3 phones if you are so into app addiction or having a hobby of making friends virtually.

1:51 pm

I went out to buy coffee and a black nail polish... It is the start of my punk persona, even in a lil while...

Then, I saw Lhen or Ate Lhen the woman who helped us here to cut a grass but I figured out she is just 30 years old, so I'm a decade older and 2 years... I asked her again if she is really decided to gain weight and she said yes! I asked her if she's ohkay? She looks sad but answering me that she is ohkay but her facial expression is somehow a scary blank question mark???

I saw her legs were skinny and beautiful before but these days she got some small scars and her legs became plump and she gained a belly fat... I asked her where is your bf? Does your bf want you to be fat? She said yeah! I said you look good before then I stopped asking, I just smiled. She said that her husband is the one selling the food meal at the FOREMOST STORE. Her story became a confusion to me...

From last week she told me that her new bf told her that he will only love her if she will become a fat woman... Weird! I'm curious on that kind of bf...

2:07 pm

I need to get my Philhealth by tomorrow in Savemore. Hmm..

But I already gave my previous ID in Iqor but the address was on the house of my biological father in Taytay, Rizal... I will just update them coz I was with my biological father few years back and I worked in the hospital as admitting clerk.My permanent address is really here in my fucking hometown in Dasma. CAVITE.

Still, I wanted to leave and transfer in ilocos... For real!!!

2:51 pm

It is just sad if Lalah ( our aspin) will die in a lil while but hope and pray not... I observed her ways that she sleeps on parts of the garden that looks like she is preparing to sleep forever.

She always look straight into my eyes and a very faithful dog to me... But I don't have money to give her meds or treat her... It is just sad... It will be sad for me... It is really sad for me that I don't have extra money to save her...

The last time I thought my son-dog will die at his early age, I prayed and cried but I planned to bring him on the private pet hospital here... How will I pay for it? Call me crazy, I don't know... But will surely bring him there if ever but I'm praying to the God's of good and evil to save my son-dog always.

9:48 pm

I have windblow and I feel bitter... Thinking of money and job... I need to buy my ferrous sulfate and some stuff that are still considered basics needs...

Not my ideal LIFE with Uncle Jun and most specially with Uncle DD couldn't give enough assistance..

It is so sad... It is so sad... It is so sad...

11:20 pm

Another sad thing...

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[beth-louella-art]

👑🇮🇲 King Orry ❤ Link in bio for original art & prints (Traditionary Ballad Art). 🇮🇲👑 Reposted from @culturevannin King Orry, king of the Island. The most beautiful image we know of the great legendary figure of #manx #norse history, #KingOrry, newly created by @beth_louella_art. A 500-year-old song, the oldest piece of writing in #manx tells us that he arrived at the #Lhen & replied to the question of where he came from by pointing to the Milk Way. It has been know as the Raad Mooar Ree #Gorree in #ManxGaelic ever since. This is one of 5 illustrations of the #TraditionaryBallad created by #BethLouella for her #treisht2020 project. They are being released daily this week in the run-in to #TynwaldDay. #KingOrry #GodredCrovan #NorseKing #Viking #VikingKing #vikings #manxhistory #manxviking #isleofmanhistory - #regrann (at Isle of Man) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCGQlVYp364/?igshid=1oeb1amgn6fuv

[baldursgatekate]

My take on the “BG3 Tav Backstory Bash” by @kelandrin

Please find their original post here.

Read on below! 💖

(Introduction/Baby)

My name is Elowyn Prescott. My friends, when I’ve had them, call me Lo. I worked with a group of strangers to help save Baldur’s Gate from something called the Netherbrain, but long before that I was born to two Elven people, a woman named Trystia and a man named Lhen. I like to think that they were in love once, but I am not sure. My mother met my father when his ship crew docked in Baldur’s Gate. She was a barmaid at the Blushing Mermaid, and he stumbled in from a long voyage at sea looking to quench his bottomless thirst, for he was a sailor. She thought that he was funny and goofy when he was drunk. That was before she knew of his gambling addiction and tendency to get mean when he was wasted, but let us not get ahead of ourselves.

His crew was to stay in Baldur’s Gate for two months before their next voyage, so during this time, he got to know my mother. He would find her at work and drink, and when she got off her shift, they would drink together. Under the haze of bubbles, he thought she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen with her pale blonde hair and her warm brown eyes. She thought he was charming and hilarious. They would stumble home together to my mother’s one bedroom, one bathroom flat in the Heapside Strand. It was the rougher part of town, but it was home. During one of these hazy nights, I was conceived. My mother found out two weeks before he was due to leave. He wasn’t disappointed by the news nor thrilled. 

He did what he thought he ought to do. He gave up the high seas, took up as a butcher’s apprentice, and asked her to marry him. She said yes and months later, there I was. Truthfully not much is known about my infant life. My parents were either too drunk, too tired, or too busy fighting or making a living to really remember. All of this could be a tall tale, but this is what my mother recalls: My first steps were when I was 1 year and 1 month old on the upper deck of the Blushing Mermaid as I accompanied my mother during a shift. My mother would often take me to work with her as my father could not as easily do so at the butcher shop. She, in her own words, was my entire world. Whenever she left my side, I would lose my mind either by crying or throwing a tantrum…sometimes both. The first time I got sick, my mother couldn’t go to work for a whole week because I would wail every time she left the room. All I wanted was to be around her. I would often sleep in her bed with her. My father would sleep on the couch. My mother told me something else she thought to be funny too: I would sleep my very best when a huge thunderstorm was rolling through. She found it odd how it would not wake or startle me…instead it lulled me peacefully to sleep. 

My mother’s alleged “watchful eye” for me surely ended as soon as I could speak for myself. I cannot attest to how watchful it was in the earlier years, but after I could “communicate” all bets surely were off. I soon began to notice how my father wasn’t getting up to go to work anymore around age 5. He was due up for work at first light, but he often wouldn’t be up by the time I left to go to school, and with my mother going to work around 10AM. As soon as I was old enough for public school at the age of 5, my mother put me in there. Come to find out it was like free childcare for her. She didn’t have to take me to the bar, and maybe I could learn something.

My father did not take much interest in me. He kept his distance. I remember overhearing him telling my mother how, “Something is off about her. I can just tell by her eyes.” I never found out what he meant by that. I always just assumed that it was due to one of my eyes being red. Maybe he thought that made me evil or something. I have heterochromia. One of my eyes is red and the other is dark brown. But who knows. 

Mother was always working, and father quit working and convinced himself he could make us rich by him being a full time gambler. Cards, dice, bets–he loved it all. He would take most of the money my mom made with promises of tripling it. She fell for it every time. Maybe she was just tired of fighting with him. The more he was out of the house, the less they were arguing. He began to come home less and less. When he did manage to stumble in, he would try to woo my mother for more money. When that didn’t work, they’d argue. She would grow tired and give it to him. Then he would be out the door again. So it goes. 

(Childhood)

At first my childhood was very lonely. Mother was working, trying to keep us in the same one bedroom, one bathroom house in the Strand, and father was gambling, drinking, or both. I later learned that his newest haunt was the Guildhall, where the underworld criminals would gladly take my drunken, idiot father’s money in these gambling “games”. Really, they would rig the game, and he would be too drunk to notice. “Again!” He’d yell to them when he inevitably lost every time. 

School was difficult. I hated it. I would get picked on for my ill-fitting clothes, my unbrushed hair, and the fact that I would come to school barefoot. My mother would tell me she wasn’t going to buy me shoes in the spring and summer because I would “just grow out of them anyway”. I think it was really because she just did not have the money to put towards them. 

One day at recess, I got so fed up with being bullied for being poor. I was going to beat them all up, I thought. And then a girl, who was far taller and bigger than every boy in my grade, stuck up for me. She took two boy’s heads and clanged them together. She knocked them both unconscious. The other kids looked on horrified. 

“Does anyone else have something funny to say about Elowyn?” She screamed. They were all silent.

“I didn’t think so,” She yelled again.

Her name was Zeva, and she was my first and only childhood friend. She took one look at my unshoed feet, took me by the hand, and marched me out of school. I didn’t return to school ever again. Zeva was also a poor, Strand kid. She had a dead dad and a grieving, widow mother. She taught me how to lie and steal–anything for some money. 

At first we were able to use the ruse of being a poor child with nothing to eat. We used this in places closer to the Upper City where people had enough money to pity people. As I got older and bigger, that ruse stopped working. Zeva and I had graduated to petty theft and more elaborate schemes. By the age of 13, I had learned to pickpocket and pick locks to homes with ease.

Zeva and I ran about town having the time of our lives being little outlaws. Sometimes when the fighting at home got really bad, Zeva would sleep under the stars with me at the Grey Harbor Docks. The worst day of my life up to that point would be when Zeva’s mom sent her away to live with her aunt in Amn. I never saw her again. Suddenly, I was alone again. With no siblings, an alcoholic father, and an emotionally unavailable mother, I was truly alone. 

(Teenager)

After Zeva left, I felt very lost. I had managed to gather around $1800 in gold with her throughout our 7 years together. Some of it I spent along the way trying to keep up with life’s essentials like food and clothes, but I always made sure to put some away for the future. Things also turned strange after Zeva left because one day I got so mad at my father for asking me, his 14 year old daughter, for money. In my anger, acid shot from my fingers and hit him. We both looked at each other confusedly, not knowing how to explain what happened. He told me to leave and never come back. I was home the next day. He was too drunk to remember.

I wondered about the acid coming from my fingers. I went to seek answers. I wandered into places like Sorcerous Sundries and Stormshore Tabernacle. At Stormshore, I walked over to Mystra to learn that she was the goddess of magic. The priest there saw how interested in her that I was and came over and talked to me. I asked about my incident, and he told me that it sounded like I was a sorceress, and that I had natural magical abilities that could often be unpredictable to my emotions. He recommended talking to a man named Judd who worked the counters at Sorcerous Sundries. He was apparently very learned in the magical arts.

I met Judd and asked for his help. He talked a mile a minute that I needed him to slow down. He said that it sounded like I was a sorceress like the priest had said. He figured perhaps I was one with a Black Draconic bloodline. He needed to work with me more before knowing for sure. 

My first love became magic. My first official spell I could cast was Firebolt. Judd helped me learn about intuition, intention, and inner power. I was so excited about what I was learning that I went to show my mother at the Blushing Mermaid. Her boss told me that she only worked there sometimes now. I asked him what he meant. He told me that if I wanted to find her that she would be at Sharess’ Caress. I told him that he was lying, and he told me to go see for myself. So I did. Sure enough, my mother had become a woman of the night. She did what she had to do for survival, I guess. 

The only constant in my life was my lessons with Judd. He taught me about different spells, Faerunian history, Gods and Goddesses in the pantheon, and their Chosen. I never went back to school after that day with Zeva, so I learned all I could through reading. I mostly just read about what interested me which was namely the above mentioned. Also in my 14th year, mother told father to never come back, and she changed the locks. At 15, mother met another man in a ‘whirlwind romance’. She moved away to be with him. She left me with a goodbye note stating she was in love with no return address and a one bedroom, one bathroom flat’s rent. 

I was almost alone again. But I had Judd. I managed to use what I had saved to pay for things. Then I tired of my father knocking on the door thinking my mother was still around. He must have convinced himself that he still lived here, and they were still together in his semi permanent drunken state. I left the Strand at 16. I was tired of its smells, its rowdy crowd, and its incessant memories.

Judd let me stay with him in the Lower City. He quickly became the closest thing that I had to a father figure or family. It was then that I realized that sometimes people’s true families are the ones that they choose, not ones of blood that are thrust upon them. My adolescence was different from most. I did not have the luxury of being reckless; my parents didn’t care enough and since I was taking care of myself so early, being reckless would have only hurt me. I had too much responsibility–responsibility to myself–to be reckless. I had to look out for myself. I wasn’t given a choice.

(Adulthood)

Being of elven descent, an adult elf is not considered an adult until 100 years old. We reach maturity physically early on in our lives at the same rate as humans, and then we do not age physically from there for a few hundred years. Judd was 103 years old when I met him; he was a half-elf. He died when he was 192 years old. He held on longer than half-elves normally live. At the time of his death, I was 106 years old. We got to spend 89 years together.

During that time, all he asked of me was that I was to make an honest living. I was to give up the lying, stealing, and scheming I did for survival. I did eventually, but that way of thinking never quite did leave my head. Judd was able to get me a job at Sorcerers Sundries as an apprentice at the book counter. Judd and I would voraciously read to make the days go by when business was slow. 

I took various lovers throughout these years. I found none of them to be very notable. They were people that I met at work or around the city. Most of them were met at bars–just not the Blushing Mermaid, I made sure to steer clear of that foul place. My first time was especially not notable. It was with a man whose name is lost to me as I am sure mine is lost to him. We were both roaring drunk. I would go to the bars when I felt blasé about life and go home with someone. I was beginning to think that I didn’t have the capacity for love. Maybe I was just meant to either be celibate or take random lovers, I thought. Maybe I just couldn’t rationalize the concept of someone loving me, so I never gave them the chance.

Over time, Judd had helped me get in control over my unpredictable emotions, namely my unbridled rage, which was essential to being a sorceress. He encouraged me to trust in myself and in my intuition, and that as long as I was grounded, I would have control. And not before long, I was getting control of it. We read about Draconic bloodlines and concluded that it is how I was able to do what I do. I still don’t know the specifics of it all. All I know is that my parents did not have my gifts. I am not sure of my other kin as they are estranged to me. Maybe one day I will know. Judd instilled an inner peace in me. He was like my guiding light. Those years spent with him will always be special to me.

When he died, I was mortified. I stopped showing up to work. I began secluding myself at home. The whole place just reminded me of him…work and home. I only spent 2 months mourning because around that time was when I got abducted onto the nautiloid. And then the quest to save Baldur’s Gate began.

[federer7]

Geoff Lace. The Lhen , Andreas, Isle of Man, 1970

Photo: Chris Killip

[lhenjuega]

Lhen's Shield Nuzlocke

Episode 22

We didn't have time. People were hurting and needed a path to leave the mines. The ones that were still unharmed were digging, even with their bare hands, while others tried to put everyone else in a safer place.

A little fella saw our struggle and decided to help, and in just seconds managed not only to clear the exit but to make sure that we were free from any other danger. We were saved because of him.

His name was Diego, and after some curry he decided to join in.

[yourssunshineanddaisies]

me: hindi pala matangkad yung asawa ni lhen no? akala ko matangkad yun

sister-in-law: oo. johnmark na jhonmark pero bato-bato version

🤣 natawa ko sa bato-bato version 🤣 laki kasi ng katawan tas basta hindi siya matangkad (tulad din nung ex) 😅

[manjushriwisdom]

KuruKalla Sadhana

༄༅། །ཏི་སྒྲོའི་ཆོས་སྐོར་ལས། རིག་བྱེད་དབང་མོའི་སྒྲུབ་ཐབས།

A Sādhana of Kurukullā

from the Tidro Dharma Cycle

by Khenchen Jigme Puntsok

 ན་མོ་གུ་རུ་དེ་ཝ་ཌཱཀྐི་ཡེ།

Namo guru deva ḍākkiye

རང་བྱུང་པདྨ་རྒྱལ་པོ་ངས། །རྒྱུད་ལུང་མན་ངག་སྙིང་པོའི་བཅུད། །བསྐྱེད་རྫོགས་རྫོགས་ཆེན་ཆོས་ཀྱི་སྐོར། ཤིན་ཏུ་བསྡུས་པའི་ཏི་ལ་ཀ །བཀྲ་ཤིས་དུང་གི་གཟུགས་འཆང་བའི། །རྡོ་སྒྲོམ་ཟུང་གི་དཀྱིལ་དུ་སྦས། །མཚོ་རྒྱལ་ཁྱོད་ཀྱི་ལག་ཏུ་གཏད། །ཕྱིས་འབྱུང་དུས་ཀྱི་ཐ་མ་ལ། །ཁྲོ་བོའི་སྙིང་གི་བུ་མཆོག་གང་། །ཏི་སྒྲོ་མཁའ་འགྲོའི་འདུ་གནས་དང་། །མཆིམས་ཕུ་རིག་འཛིན་བཞུགས་གནས་སུ། །བརྟུལ་ཞུགས་སྤྱོད་པས་ཐོན་སྐབས་སུ། །མ་འཛོལ་ལག་ཏུ་འཕྲོད་པར་གྱིས། །ས་མ་ཡ།

I, the Self-arisen Lotus King, have condensed the essential points of the tantras, transmissions, and instructions of the development, completion and great perfection cycles to the size of a sesame seed and concealed them within this stone casket shaped like an auspicious conch shell. I place it within your hand, Tsogyal. In the future, during the final period, give it to my unmistaken heart-child when he’s engaged in courageous activity at Tidro, gathering place of ḍākinīs and residence of the realized ones of Chimpu. Samaya.

དེ་ལ་འདིར་ཏི་སྒྲོའི་ཆོས་སྐོར་གྱི་སྒོ་འབྱེད་རིག་བྱེད་དབང་མོའི་སྒྲུབ་ཐབས་ལ།

Here, in this sādhana of Kurukullā which opens the Dharma cycle of Tidro, there are the following stages:

Refuge and Bodhicitta

དང་པོ། སྐྱབས་འགྲོ་སེམས་བསྐྱེད་ནི།

First, take refuge and generate the heart of enlightenment:

ན་མོ།

namo

Namo

འདི་ནས་བྱང་ཆུབ་སྙིང་པོར་མཆིས་ཀྱི་བར། །

di né changchub nyingpor chi kyi bar

Until achieving enlightenment

འབུམ་ཕྲག་མཁའ་འགྲོའི་ཚོགས་ལ་སྐྱབས་སུ་མཆི། །

bumtrak khandrö tsok la kyab su chi

I turn for refuge to the myriad ḍākinī hosts,

སྡུག་བསྔལ་རྒྱ་མཚོར་བྱིང་བའི་འགྲོ་ཚོགས་ཀུན། །

dukngal gyatsor jingwé dro tsok kün

And generate bodhicitta so as to place all those

གཏན་བདེའི་ས་ལ་འགོད་པར་སེམས་བསྐྱེད་དོ། །

ten dé sa la göpar semkyé do

Bound to the ocean of suffering, within stable bliss.

Protective Sphere

བགེགས་བསལ་སྲུང་འཁོར་བསྒོམ་པ་ནི།

Removal of obstacles and meditation upon the protection sphere:

ཧྲཱིཿ གང་སྣང་བདེ་སྟོང་ཡེ་ཤེས་རོལ་པ་ལ། །

hrih gang nang detong yeshe rolpa la

Hrīḥ. Whatever appears is the play of bliss-void,

མ་དག་བགེགས་ཞེས་བྱ་བའི་མིང་ཡང་མེད། །

ma dak gek shyejawé ming yangmé

Within which even the designation ‘impure obstacles’ is unknown.

སྣང་སྲིད་འོད་དམར་ཀློང་དུ་བཞུས་པ་ཡིས། །

nangsi ö mar long du shyüpa yi

Abiding within the luminous red expanse of appearance

བདེ་ཆེན་འཕོ་མེད་ཀློང་དུ་མཚམས་གཅད་དོ། །

dechen pomé long du tsam ché do

The boundary of the immutable expanse of bliss is set.

Descent of Blessings

བྱིན་དབབ་ནི།

Causing blessings to descend:

ཧྲཱིཿ གནས་ཡུལ་དུར་ཁྲོད་དག་པའི་ཞིང་ཁམས་ནས། །

hrih neyul durtrö dakpé shyingkham né

Hrīḥ. From the pure fields of the places, lands and charnel grounds

རྡུལ་སྙེད་མཁའ་འགྲོའི་འདུ་བ་དབྱིངས་ནས་བཞེངས། །

dul nyé khandrö duwa ying né shyeng

Ḍākinīs, arisen from basic space gather here like dust motes;

སྐལ་ལྡན་ལུས་ངག་ཡིད་ཀྱི་སྣང་ཆ་ཀུན། །

kalden lü ngak yi kyi nangcha kün

And shower the supreme blessings, the inseparability of bliss and void,

བདེ་སྟོང་དབྱེར་མེད་མཆོག་གི་བྱིན་ཕོབ་ཅིག །

detong yermé chok gi jin pob chik

Upon the body, speech and mind of the fortunate.

ཨོྃ་ཀུ་རུ་ཀུལླེ་ས་པ་རཱི་ཝ་ར་ཨ་ཝེ་ཤ་ཡ་ཛ་ཛཿ ཕེཾ་ཕེཾ་ཏིཥྛ་ལྷན།

om kurukullé sapariwara awéshaya dza dza pem pem tishta lhen

Oṃ kurukulle saparivāra aveśaya ja jaḥ pheṃ pheṃ tiṣtha lhan

Blessing the Offering Substances

མཆོད་རྫས་བྱིན་བརླབ་ནི།

ཧྲཱིཿ དབང་ཤེས་ཡུལ་གྱིས་བསྡུས་པའི་ཆོས་སོ་ཅིག །

hrih wangshé yul gyi düpé chö so chik

Hrīḥ. The arrangement of sensory stimulants,

འཁོར་འདས་མཉམ་ཉིད་ཀུན་བཟང་མཆོད་པའི་སྤྲིན། །

khordé nyamnyi kunzang chöpé trin

Fine clouds of offerings equaling the entirety of saṃsāra and nirvāṇa,

མུ་མེད་སྲིད་ཞིའི་ཁྱོན་ཀུན་ཡོངས་ཁྱབ་པ། །

mumé sishyi khyön kün yong khyabpa

Pervade the immeasurable whole of existence and peace

མཆོད་ཡུལ་ལྷ་རྣམས་མཉས་པའི་དཔྱིད་དུ་གྱུར། །

chöyul lha nam nyepé chi du gyur

And become objects which delight the gods

བཛྲ་སྥ་ར་ཎ་ཁཾ།

benza saparana kham

Vajra sapharaṇa kham

Main Practice

དངོས་གཞི་ལྷ་བསྐྱེད་ནི།

The actual practice of generating the deity:

ཨ། ཆོས་ཀུན་འོད་གསལ་ཀ་དག་ངང་ཉིད་ལས། །

a chö kün ösal kadak ngang nyi lé

Ah. From within the primordially pure luminosity of all phenomena,

རང་སྣང་རྣམ་དག་བདེ་ཆེན་ཌཱ་ཀྐིའི་དལ། །

rangnang namdak dechen dakki dal

The utterly pure self-appearance, reality of the great bliss ḍākinī,

རང་རིག་ཧྲཱིཿཡིག་དམར་གསལ་ལམ་མེ་བ། །

rangrig hrih yik mar sal lammewa

This awareness appears vividly as a red syllable Hrīḥ;

འོད་འཕྲོས་དོན་གཉིས་བྱས་ནས་ཚུར་འདུས་པ། །

ö trö dön nyi jé né tsur düpa

Radiating light, it accomplishes the dual benefit;

རྒྱལ་ཀུན་སོ་སོར་རྟོགས་པའི་ཡེ་ཤེས་སྐུ། །

gyal kün sosor tokpé yeshe ku

Retracting it transforms me into the mighty Kurukullā—

བཅོམ་ལྡན་རིག་བྱེད་དབང་མོ་ལོངས་སྐུའི་ཆས། །

chomden rikjé wangmo longkü ché

Embodiment of all the victors’ discriminative wisdom—clothed in the saṃbhogakāya attire.

ཞལ་གཅིག་ཕྱག་གཉིས་ཨུཏྤལ་མདའ་གཞུ་འགེངས། །

shyal chik chak nyi utpal dashyu geng

I have one face; my hands hold a drawn utpala arrow set in an utpala bow;

ཞབས་གཉིས་བརྐྱང་བསྐུམ་པད་ཉིའི་གདན་ལ་རོལ། །

shyab nyi kyangkum pé nyi den la rol

And with my legs drawn out and stretched in, I frolic upon cushions of sun and lotus.

འཁོར་དུ་ཞིང་སྔགས་ལྷན་སྐྱེས་ཌཱ་ཀྐིའི་ཚོགས། །

khor du shying ngak lhenkyé dakki tsok

Myriad ḍākinīs, born from the fields, mantras and spontaneously born, surround me;

ཉི་ཟེར་རྡུལ་ལྟར་རང་སྣང་རྒྱན་དུ་ཤར། །

nyizer dul tar rangnang gyen du shar

They adorn me, like dust motes in sunlight.

Invocation of the Wisdom Deities

སྤྱན་འདྲེན་ནི།

ཧྲཱིཿ བདེ་ཆེན་དབང་གི་ཕོ་བྲང་འོད་འབར་ནས། །

hrih dechen wang gi podrang ö bar né

Hrīḥ. From Blazing Light—the palace of great bliss—

རྡུལ་སྙེད་མཁའ་འགྲོ་གཙོ་དང་འཁོར་ཚོགས་བཅས། །

dul nyé khandro tso dang khor tsok ché

Ḍākinī and your entourage, as numerous as dust motes,

དབང་གི་ལས་རྣམས་བདེ་བླག་བསྒྲུབ་ཕྱིར་དུ། །

wang gi lé nam delak drub chirdu

Come forth, unimpeded through the force of your compassion,

མ་ཐོགས་ཐུགས་རྗེའི་སྟོབས་ཀྱིས་གནས་འདིར་གཤེགས། །

ma tok tukjé tob kyi né dir shek

For the easily accomplish the magnetizing activities!

བཛྲ་ས་མ་ཡཱ་ཛཿ

benza samaya dza

Vajra samaya ja

Request to be Seated

བཞུགས་སུ་གསོལ་བ་ནི།

ཧྲཱིཿ དབྱིངས་ལས་རང་ཤར་ཡེ་ཤེས་ལྷ་ཡི་ཚོགས། །

hrih ying lé rangshar yeshe lha yi tsok

Hrīḥ. Assembly of Wisdom deities, self-arisen from basic space;

ཏིང་འཛིན་རྩེ་གཅིག་སྒྲུབ་པའི་དམ་ཚིག་པར། །

tingdzin tsechik drubpé damtsikpar

Come to the pledge-beings, established out of single concentration,

ཇི་ལྟར་ཆུ་ལ་ཆུ་བཞག་ཇི་བཞིན་དུ། །

jitar chu la chu shyak jishyin du

And, like water poured into water, become of one taste with them,

དབྱེར་མེད་རོ་གཅིག་བརྟན་པར་བཞུགས་སུ་གསོལ། །

yermé ro chik tenpar shyuk su sol

Indivisible and steadfast.

ཏིཥྛ་ལྷན།

tishta lhen

Tiṣṭha lhan

Presenting the Offerings

མཆོད་པ་འབུལ་བ་ནི།

ཧྲཱིཿ མཁའ་དབྱིངས་ཀུན་ཁྱབ་ཀུན་བཟང་མཆོད་པའི་སྤྲིན། །

hrih khaying künkhyab kunzang chöpé trin

Hrīḥ. Within suchness dissolving into suchness

ཆོས་ཉིད་ལ་ནི་ཆོས་ཉིད་ཐིམ་པ་དང་། །

chönyi la ni chönyi timpa dang

And the divine dissolving into the divine,

ལྷ་ལ་ལྷ་ཐིམ་ངང་དུ་འབུལ་ལགས་ན། །

lha la lha tim ngang du bul lak na

Fine clouds of offerings—pervading the entirety of space—are presented to you:

འཁོར་འདས་དབང་དུ་འདུ་བའི་དངོས་གྲུབ་སྩོལ། །

khordé wang du duwé ngödrub tsol

Please bestow the ability to magnetize the whole of saṃsāra and nirvāṇa.

མ་ཧཱ་པཱུ་ཙ་ཁཱ་ཧི།

maha pu tsa khahi

Mahā pāja khāhi

Short Praise

བསྟོད་པ་ནི།

ཧྲཱིཿ སོར་རྟོགས་ཡེ་ཤེས་མཛེས་སྡུག་ལང་ཚོར་འཕོས། །

hrih sor tok yeshe dzé duk langtsor pö

Hrīḥ. Powerful mother, Kurukullā, discriminative wisdom arisen as a beauty;

འཇམ་མཉེན་པདྨའི་མདའ་ཡིས་སྲིད་གསུམ་འབིགས། །

jam nyen pemé da yi si sum bik

As smooth and supple as a lotus petal, nevertheless, you pierce the three worlds;

ཆགས་པའི་ཟོལ་གྱིས་ཆགས་ཅན་བདེ་བར་ཁྲིད། །

chakpé zol gyi chakchen dewar tri

Cunning, you use desire to blissfully lead the desirous to birth

འཕགས་བཞིའི་བསྐྱེད་ཡུམ་རིག་བྱེད་དབང་མོར་བསྟོད། །

pak shyi kyé yum rikjé wangmor tö

As one of the four kinds of noble ones,1 I praise you.

Recitation

བཟླས་པ་བྱ་བ་ནི།

ཐུགས་ཀར་ཉི་སྟེང་ཧྲཱིཿལ་སྔགས་ཀྱིས་བསྐོར། །

tukkar nyi teng hrih la ngak kyi kor

At my heart is a sun-disc, atop of which is the syllable Hrīḥ surrounded by a mantra garland.

འོད་འཕྲོས་འཕགས་མཆོད་འགྲོ་ཀུན་སྒྲིབ་གཉིས་སྦྱངས། །

ö trö pak chö dro kün drib nyi jang

Light radiates from them making offerings to the noble ones and cleansing others of their two obscurations,

ཐམས་ཅད་བདེ་སྟོང་འོད་དམར་ཀློང་དུ་ཞུ། །

tamché detong ö mar long du shyu

Culminating with them all melting within great bliss’s luminous red expanse and then dissolving into me;

རང་ལ་ཐིམ་པས་མཆོག་ཐུན་དངོས་གྲུབ་ཐོབ། །

rang la timpé choktün ngödrub tob

There through achieving the common and uncommon attainments.

ཨོཾ་ཀུ་རུ་ཀུ་ལླེ་ཧྲཱིཿསྭཱ་ཧཱ།

om kuru kullé hrih soha

Oṃ kurukulle hrīḥ svāhā

བརྒྱ་སྟོང་ཁྲི་འབུམ་བཟླས་པ་ཡིས། །དབང་གི་ལས་རྣམས་ཀུན་འགྲུབ་ཅིང་། །སྐུ་བཞི་ཐོབ་བོ་ས་མ་ཡ། །

Through reciting this 100, 1000, 10,000, or 100,000 times, one will accomplish all magnetizing activities, as well as achieving the four kāyas. Samaya!

Blessing the Tsok

ཚོགས་བྱིན་བརླབ་ནི།

ཧྲཱིཿ ཨེ་ཡིག་སྟོང་ཆེན་དབྱིངས་ཀྱི་ཀ་པ་ལཱར། །

hrih é yik tongchen ying kyi kapalar

Hrīḥ. The letter É—the skull-cup of the basic space of great emptiness—within which

ཝཾ་ཡིག་འཁོར་འདས་ཆོས་ཀུན་ཚོགས་སུ་བཤམས། །

wam yik khordé chö kün tsok su sham

The letter Vaṃ—all phenomena of saṃsāra and nirvāṇa—are arranged as an offering,

བདེ་ཆེན་འཕོ་འགྱུར་མེད་པར་བྱིན་གྱིས་བརླབས། །

dechen pogyur mepar jin gyi lab

And blessed as the immutable great bliss,

མཆོད་ཡུལ་ལྷ་རྣམས་དགྱེས་པའི་སྤྲིན་དུ་གྱུར། །

chöyul lha nam gyepé trin du gyur

Becoming the offering clouds which delight the deities.

ནམ་མཁའ་མཛོད་སྔགས།

Offer the tsok with the sky-treasury mudrā and mantra:

Tsok Offering

ཚོགས་མཆོད་ནི།

ཧྲཱིཿ ཕྱི་ལྟར་བཟའ་བཅའ་བཏུང་བ་དམ་ཚིག་རྫས། །

hrih chitar zacha tungwa damtsik dzé

Hrīḥ. Outwardly: food and drink as the substance of samaya;

ནང་ལྟར་ཁ་སྦྱོར་བདེ་སྟོང་གླུ་གར་དང་། །

nangtar khajor detong lugar dang

Inwardly: song and dance, the union of bliss and void;

གསང་བ་རིག་སྟོང་རྫོགས་པ་ཆེན་པོ་ཡི། །

sangwa riktong dzogpachenpo yi

And in secret: the empty awareness of the great perfection;

ཚོགས་མཆོད་འབུལ་ལོ་ཐུགས་དམ་སྐོང་གྱུར་ཅིག །

tsokchö bul lo tukdam kong gyur chik

I offer them all! Please repair any breaches of samaya!

ག་ཎ་ཙཀྲ་པཱུ་ཙ་ཁཱ་ཧི།

gana tsatra pu tsa khahi

Ganacakra pūja khāhi

Dedication of Merit

དགེ་བསྔོ་ནི།

དགེ་བ་འདིས་མཚོན་དུས་གསུམ་ལེགས་བྱས་མཐུས། །

gewa di tsön dü sum lek jé tü

Through the force my fine actions committed throughout the three times,

བདེན་གཉིས་དབྱེར་མེད་ལྷན་སྐྱེས་ཌཱཀྐི་ནཱིའི། །

den nyi yermé lhenkyé daki ni

As exemplified by this merit here;

གོ་འཕང་ཚེ་འདི་ཉིད་ལ་མངོན་གྱུར་ནས། །

gopang tsé di nyi la ngöngyur né

May I achieve the state of the spontaneously born ḍākinī—the union of the two truths—

ཕྲིན་ལས་རྣམ་བཞིས་འགྲོ་ཀུན་འདྲེན་པར་ཤོག །

trinlé nam shyi dro kün drenpar shok

And lead all beings by means of the four activities.

Verse of Auspiciousness

བཀྲ་ཤིས་བརྗོད་པ་ནི།

ཧོ། རྣམ་ཐར་གསུམ་ལྡན་རྡོ་རྗེ་བཙུན་མོའི་མཁར། །

ho namtar sumden dorjé tsünmö khar

Ho. The Vajra Queen’s citadel, adorned with the three gates of liberation,2

གཉིས་སྣང་རྟོག་པའི་རྒྱུ་བ་མཐའ་དག་ཤི །

nyi nang tokpé gyuwa tadak shi

Has put an end to the movement of dualistic thought;

གསང་གསུམ་རྟག་ཁྱབ་ལྷུན་གྲུབ་རོལ་པ་ཡི། །

sang sum tak khyab lhündrub rolpa yi

With the play of the three secrets’ permanence, pervasiveness and spontaneity,

དགེ་ལེགས་སྣང་བས་ས་གསུམ་ཁྱབ་པར་ཤོག །

gelek nangwé sa sum khyabpar shok

May virtue and goodness pervade the three realms!

ཅེས་སོགས་མཐའ་རྒྱས་སུ་བྱའོ། །

You may also elaborate by inserting other prayers and verses of auspiciousness.

རྡོ་སྒྲོམ་དུང་གི་དབྱིབས་ཅན་གྱི་ནང་བཅུད་དངོས་སུ་འདོན་པའི་དུས་ལ་བབ་པ་མིན་ཡང་། གཏེར་ཕུད་འདི་ཙམ་སྤེལ་ནའང་བསྟན་འཛིན་དུ་མའི་ཐུགས་བཞེད་བདེ་བླག་ཏུ་འགྲུབ་ཅིང་རྒྱལ་ཁམས་ཡོངས་ལ་བདེ་སྐྱིད་ཀྱི་སྣང་བ་རྒྱ་ཆེར་རྒྱས་པ་སོགས་དགོས་པ་དུ་མ་མཐོང་ནས་ཨ་བྷྱ་ལཀྴཾ་ཀ་རས་གཏེར་མིན་བརྩམས་མིན་དུ་བྲིས་པ་དགེ

The essence of the stone casket shaped like an auspicious conch shell was not received at the correct time. Nevertheless, due to the aspiration of many teachers and given that this practice is simple and easy to practice, I have decided to disseminate the first portion of the terma. With the aspiration that I might see, from amongst my many wishes, peace, comfort and happiness spread and increase throughout the country; I, Abhaya Lakṣmamākara, wrote this (which is neither a treasure nor entirely my own composition) without any obstacles.

Virtue!

[vajranam]

Buddha Samantabhadra

Buddha Samantabhadra KUNTUZANGPO He is depicted as a buddha, sky-blue in colour, sitting in the vast expanse of space, and encircled by an aura of rainbow light. He is completely naked, meaning unstained by any trace of concept. His name, Kuntuzangpo in Samantabhadra in Sanskrit, means ‘always good', ‘always well’ or ‘unchanging goodness.’ What this signifies is that unchanging goodness, or fundamental goodness, is our ultimate nature. In the Dzogchen teachings, our true nature, that state of the Ground, is given the name the 'Primordial Buddha'. Sogyal Rinpoche writes, "[Kuntuzangpo] represents the absolute, naked, sky-like primordial purity of the nature of our mind". Very powerful prayer of Kuntuzangpo/Samantabhadra or kunzang monlam ("The Recitation of the Powerful Prayer in which Sentient Beings Cannot Resist Becoming Buddha”) "I, Kuntuzangpo, am the original Buddha of all, And through this prayer(The prayer of Kuntuzangpo or kunzang monlam)of mine May all you beings who wander in the three realms of samsara Realize this self-arising Awareness, And may your great wisdom spontaneously increase!" Thus it has been said. This prayer was taken from the Ninth Chapter “The Recitation of the Powerful Prayer(The prayer of Kuntuzangpo or kunzang monlam) in which Sentient Beings Cannot Resist Becoming Buddha” from the tantric scripture “The unobstructed Enlightened Mind of the Great Perfection Kuntuzangpo”. "I, Kuntuzangpo, am the original Buddha of all, And through this prayer of mine May all you beings who wander in the three realms of samsara Realize this self-arising Awareness, And may your great wisdom spontaneously increase! " HO NANG SI KHOR DAY T’HAM CHAY KUN HO! All of phenomenal existence, samsara and nirvana, ZHI CHIK LAM NYI DRAY BU NYIY Has a single ground, yet two paths and two fruits, RIK DANG MA RIK CHHO T’HRUL TE And magical display’s as awareness or unawareness. KÜN TU ZANG PÖ MÖN LAM GYIY By this prayer of Kuntuzangpo, T’HAM CHAY CHHÖ YING P’HO DRANG DU May all beings awaken to true and complete enlightenment. NGÖN PAR DZOK TE TSHANG GYA SHOK In the palace of the immeasurable stainless space of phenomena! KÜN GYI ZHI NI DÜ MA JYAY The original ground of everything is uncompounded. RANG JYUNG LONG YANG JÖ DU ME It is the self-originating infinite expanse, beyond expression, KHOR DAY NYI KAY MING ME DO Where not even the name of samsara or nirvana exists. DE NYI RIK NA SANG GYAY TE When realizing just this, you are a Buddha. MA RIK SEM CHEN KHOR WAR CHYAM When not realizing this, you are a sentient being wandering in samsara. KHAM SUM SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KYIY May all sentient beings of the three realms realize JÖ ME ZHI DÖN RIK PAR SHOK The true meaning of this inexpressible original ground! KÜN TU ZANG PO NGA YI CHYANG I, Kuntuzangpo, have realized the true meaning of this original ground. GYU KYEN ME PA ZHI YI DÖN Free from cause and condition, DE NYI ZHI LA RANG JYUNG RIK The original ground is itself-originating awareness. CHYI NANG DRO KUR KYON MA TAK It is not designated as outer and inner, nor is it existent or non existent. DREN ME MÜN PAI DRIB MA GÖ It is not obscured by the darkness of unmindfulness. DE CHYIR RANG NANG KYÖN MA GÖ Thus, my own phenomena have never been stained. RANG RIK SO LA NAY PA LA I abide in the natural state of self-awareness, SI SUM JIK CHYANG NGANG TRAK ME Even though the three spheres of existence are destroyed, I have no fear, DÖ YÖN NGA LA CHHAK PA ME And I have no attachment to the five desirable qualities. TOK ME SHEY PA RANG JYUNG LA In self-originating mind, free of thought, DÖ PAI ZUK DANG DUK NGA ME There is neither solid form nor the five poisons. RIK PA SEL CHHA MA GAK PA The luminous aspect of awareness is unceasing, NGO WO CHIK LA YE SHEY NGA Singular in essence, yet the five primordial wisdoms manifest. YE SHEY NGA PO MIN PA LAY From the ripening of these five primordial wisdoms T’HOK MAI SANG GYAY RIK NGA JYUNG The five original buddha families emerge. DE LAY YE SHEY T’HA GYAY PAY And, through the expansion of their primordial wisdom, SANG GYAY ZHI CHU TSA NYIY JYUNG The forty-two Buddhas emerge. YE SHEY NGA YI TSEL SHAR WAY Because the power of the five primordial wisdoms manifest, T’HRAK T’HUNG DRUK CHU T’HAM PA JYUNG The sixty Herukas emerge. DE CHHYIR ZHI RIK T’HRUL MA NYONG Thus, original ground awareness has never been deluded. T’HOK MAI SANG GYAY NGAYIN PAY Since I am the original Buddha, NGA YI MÖN LAM TAB PA YIY Then by this prayer of mine KHAM SUM KHOR WAI SEM CHEN GYIY Oh, sentient beings of the three realms of samsara , RANG JYUNG RIK PA NGO SHEY NAY May you realize self-originating awareness! YE SHEY CHHEN PO T’HA GYAY SHOK May your sublime primordial wisdom expand fully! NGA YI TRUL PA GYUN MY CHHAY I send forth billions JYE WA T’HRAK GYA SAM YAY GYEY Of inconceivable, ceaseless emanations GANG LA GANG DUL NA TSHOK TÖN Manifesting in various forms in whatever way is necessary to train beings. NGA YI T’HUK JEI MÖN LAM GYIY By my compassionate prayer, KHAM SUM KHOR WAI SEM CHEN KUN Oh, sentient beings of the three realms of samsara, may you all RIK DRUK NAY NAY T’HÖN PAR SHOK Escape from the abodes of the six classes of beings! DANG PO SEM CHEN T’HRUL PA NAM Oh. sentient beings, you have been deluded from the beginning ZHI LA RIK PA MA SHAR WAY Because you have not recognized the original ground, CHI YANG DREN ME T’HOM ME WA You are unmindful of whatever occurs, an oblivious state. DE KA MA RIK T’HRUL PAI GYU It is the very state of unawareness, which is the cause of delusion. DE LA HAY KYIY GYAL WA LAY In that state you suddenly lose consciousness, NGANG TRAK SHEY PA ZA ZI GYÜ And from that unclear state fear comes into being. DE LAY DAK ZHEN DRAR DZIN KYEY From that arises clinging to self and clinging to other as enemy. BAK CHHAK RIM ZHIN TAY PA LAY This habitual tendency gradually grows, KHOR WA LUK SU JUK PA JYUNG And from this a progressive entry into samsara occurs. DE LAY NYÖN MONG DUK NGA GYAY Next, the five poisons of the passions develop, DUK NGAI LAY LA GYUN CHHAY ME And the karma of these five poisons is unceasing. DE CHHYIR SEM CHEN T’HRUL PAI ZHI Therefore, the ground of the delusion of sentient beings DREN ME MA RIK YIN PAI CHHYIR Is unmindfulness and unawareness. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY So, by my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, KUN GYI RIK PA RANG SHEY SHOK May all of you recognize your own awareness! LHEN CHIK KYEY PAI MA RIK PA Coemergent unawareness is SHEY PA DREN ME YENG PA YIN Unmindfulness and distraction. KUN TU TAK PAI MA RIK PA Conceptual unawareness is DAK ZHEN NYIY SU DZIN PA YIN The dualism of self and other. LHEN CHIK KUN TAK MA RIK NYIY Both coemergent and conceptual unawareness are SEM CHEN KUN GYI T’HRUL ZHI YIN The ground for the delusion of all sentient beings. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, KHOR WAI SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KYI May all of you sentient beings wandering in samsara DREN ME T’HIB PAI MUN PA SANG Clear away the enveloping darkness of unmindfulness, NYIY SU DZIN PAI SHEY PA DANG And purify dualistic mind. RIK MAI RANG NGO SHE PAR SHOK May you recognize your own awareness! NYIY DZIN LO NI T’HE TSHOM TE Dualistic mind is itself doubt. ZHEN PA T’HRA MO KYEY PA LAY From the arising of subtle clinging, BAK CHHAK T’HUK PO RIM GYIY TAY Habitual tendencies become successively heavier. ZAY NOR GÖ DANG NAY DANG DROK Food, wealth, clothes, your home and companions, DÖ YÖN NGA DANG JYAM DANG NYEN The five sense pleasures and your loved ones • YI ONG CHHAK PAI DÖ PAY DUNG You are tormented by your desire for all these enjoyable things to which you are attached. DE DAK JIK TEN T’HRUL PA TE They are worldly delusions, ZUNG DZIN LAY LA ZAY T’HA ME And the karma caused by duality is never ending. ZHEN PAI DRAY BU MIN PA’I TSHE When the fruit of clinging ripens, KAM CHHAK DUNG PAI YI DAK SU You are born a hungry ghost, tormented by craving. KYEY NAY TREY KOM YA RE NGA You are hungry and thirsty. How terrible! SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, DÖ CHHAK ZHEN PAI SEM CHEN NAM You sentient beings with desire and clinging, DÖ PAI DUNG WA CHHYIR MA PANG Neither reject the yearning of desire DÖ CHHAK ZHEN PA TSHUR MA LANG Nor accept clinging to desire. SHEY PA RANG SOR LÖ PA YIY By relaxing your mind in its own natural state, RIK PA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY You will realize the natural state of awareness. KUN TOK YE SHEY T’HOB PAR SHOK May you attain discerning primordial wisdom! CHHYI ROL YUL GYI NANG WA LA When external objects appear, JIK TRAK SHEY PA T’HRA MO GYÜ The subtle consciousness of fear comes into being. DANG WAI BAK CHHAK TAY PA LAY As the habitual tendency of anger becomes heavier, DRAR DZIN DEK SÖ HRAK PA KYEY Then with the gross perception of enemy, violence and killing come into being. ZHE DANG DRAY BU MIN PAI TSHE When the fruit of anger ripens, NYAL WAI TSO SEK DUK RE NGAL You will suffer terribly in hell by being boiled and burned. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, DRO DRUK SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KYI Oh, sentient beings of the six realms, ZHE DANG DRAK PO KYEY PAI TSHE When strong anger arises in you, PANG LANG MI JYA RANG SOR LÖ Neither accept nor reject it, instead relax in the natural state. RIK MA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY Having realized the natural state of awareness, SAL WAI YE SHEY T’HOB PAR SHOK May you attain the primordial wisdom of clarity! RANG SEM KHENG PAR GYUR PA LA When your mind becomes arrogant, ZHEN LA DREN SEM MAY PAI LO There arise thoughts of competition and contempt for others, NGA GYAL DRAK PÖ SEM KYEY PAY And your pride grows stronger. DAK ZHEN T’HAB TSÖ DUK NGAL NYONG Therefore, you will experience the suffering of fighting and quarrelling between yourself and others. LAY DEI DRAY BU MIN PAI TSHE When the fruit of this karma ripens, P’HO TUNG NYONG WAI LHA RU KYE You will be born in the god realm and experience the suffering of change and falling to lower realms. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, KHENG SEM KYEY PAI SEM CHEN NAM Oh, sentient beings, when arrogance arises in you, DE TSHE SHEY PA RANG SOR LÖ Let your mind relax in its natural state. RIK PA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY Having realized the natural state of awareness, NYAM PA NYI KYI DÖN TOK SHOK May you attain the primordial wisdom of equanimity! NYIY DZIN TAY PAI BAK CHHAK KYIY Habitual tendencies that solidify dualism DAK TÖ ZHEN MÖ ZUK NGU LAY Give rise to painful actions of praising yourself and disparaging others. T’HAB TSÖ DREN SEM TAY PA LAY From that competition and fighting intensify SÖ CHÖ LHA MIN NAY SU KYE And you will be born in the demi-god realm where there is killing. DRAY BY NYAL WAI NAY SU TUNG The result of this will be to plunge into the hell realm. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, DREN SEM T’HAB TSÖ KYEY PA NAM You, in whom competition and fighting arise, DRAR DZIN MI JYA RANG SOR LÖ Do not see others as enemies but relax in the natural state. SHEY PA RANG SO ZIN GYUR NAY Having realized the natural state of mind, T’HRIN LAY T’HOK ME YE SHEY SHOK May you attain the primordial wisdom of unobstructed enlightened activity! DREN ME TANG NYOM YENG PA YIY By being distracted, indifferent and unmindful, T’HIB DANG MUK DANG JE PA DANG You will become clouded over, in fog and forgetful, GYAL DANG LE LO TI MUK PAY Unconcious, lazy and ignorant. DRAY BU KYAB ME JYOL SONG CHYAM The fruit of this will be to wander helplessly in the animal realm. SANG GYAY NGA YI MÖN LAM GYIY By my prayer, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, TI MUK JYUNG PAI MUN PA LA For you who are sinking in the darkness of ignorance, DREN PA SEL WAI DANG SHAR WAY May the radiance of luminous mindfulness shine. TOK ME YE SHEY T’HOB PAR SHOK And may you attain nonconceptual primordial wisdom! KHAM SUM SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KUN All you sentient beings of the three realms KUN ZHI SANG GYAY NAG DANG NYAM Are actually the same as me, the Buddha Kuntuzangpo, the ground of everything. DREM ME T’HRUL PAI ZHI RU SONG But unmindfulness led you to the ground of delusion. DA TA DÖN ME LAY LA CHYÖ So now you are indulging in meaningless activity, LAY DRUK MI LAM T’HRUL PA DRA The six karmas, which are like deluded dreams. NGA NI SANG GYAY T’HOK MA YIN I, the original Buddha, DRO DRUK TRUL PAY DUL WAI CHHYIR Train the six types of beings through my emanations. KUN TU ZANG PÖ MÖN LAM GYIY By this prayer of Kuntuzangpo, SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY MA LÜ PA Oh, sentient beings, may all of you without exception CHHÖ KYI YING SU TSHANG GYA SHOK Attain enlightenment in the immeasurable stainless space of phenomena! AH HO CHHYIN CHHAY NAL JYOR TOB CHEN GYIY Ah Ho! Hereafter, whenever a powerful practitioner, T’HRUL ME RIK PA RANG SEL NAY From undeluded naturally luminous awareness MÖN LAM TOB CHEN DI TAB PAY Recites this powerful prayer, DI T’HÖ SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY KUN All sentient beings who hear it KYE WA SUM NAY NGÖN TSHANG GYA Will attain enlightenment within three lifetimes. NYI DA ZA YI ZIN PA’AM \During a solar or lunar eclipse, DRA DANG SA YÖ JYUNG WA’AM During an earthquake, or when the earth rumbles, NYI MA DOK GYUR LO P’HO DÜ At the solstices or the end of the year, RANG NYIY KUN TU ZANG POR KYEY Visualize yourself as Kuntuzangpo. KUN GYIY T’HÖ PAR DI JÖ NA If you then recite this for all to hear, KHAM SUM SEM CHEN T’HAM CHAY LA All sentient beings of the three realms, NAL JYOR DE YIY MÖN LAM GYIY Because of this practitioner’s prayers, DUK NGAL RIM ZHIN DROL NAY KYANG Will gradually be liberated from suffering T’HA RU SANG GYAY THOB PAR GYUR And ultimately attain Buddhahood! Thus it has been said. This prayer was taken from the Ninth Chapter “The Recitation of the Powerful Prayer in which Sentient Beings Cannot Resist Becoming Buddha” from the tantric scripture “The unobstructed Enlightened Mind of the Great Perfection Kuntuzangpo”.

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