#asura path

[golden-golem]

A screenshot I took in a recent shoot that I think is really neat. Those stone textures are amazing!

[ratasum]

"I am fire! I am war! What are you?!

"...still standing."

Vezz faces down Balthazar within days of being killed by him and being pulled out of the mists. He was having a difficult day. I am... particularly proud of this. Maybe it's not fantastic but I think it looks good.

[otvian]

A night in crystal desert

Wanted to draw the gang together :3

[legendary-alliance-stance]

i should be asleep right now but

y’all know you can advocate for the non-human races getting content and lore without being shitty about humans, right?

[the-woods-call-me]

= Lair of the Auric Snake =

Please click for larger size. =) Azixxa -- Northern Shiverpeaks (NA)

[flintsilvers]

no bc on the fucking 29th of august i was talking about what would happen to gojo if he died and why was i kinda.....

[0carkki0]

Kasmeer’s words hit hard right into Vivs’ feels on that night when Vivs was about to go save Aurene and face Balthazar. He wondered if that was the natural chemistry between necromancers and mesmers.

[crusader-brian-slato]

You know, if people are wanting other soundbites from other parts of the GW2 story I can definitely try to grab them!

Will be easiest to grab Human Male Commander lines, but I can do other Commander lines too - will just take me a while to put them in the right instance. I can even grab NPC lines! Hardest will be Personal Story ones since that's not repeatable so will take me a while.

I am open to suggestions! Reply below!

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF LOVE ꒱ RORONOA ZORO X READER

warnings ⟢ slight angst (though it gets resolved). hurt/comfort. mentions of death and dying. descriptions of blood and wounds. brief allusions to buddhism. reader is gn and described as “beautiful” once.

word count ⟢ 1086

notes ⟢ happy birthday to my most beloved! this fic is self-indulgent (i.e. full of my hcs about zoro’s childhood) and a labor of love. the three of swords design in the banner is from the rider-waite tarot deck. three of swords generally depicts a difficult, sorrowful experience.

So this is how it ends.

The midafternoon horizon is fathomless—a halycon ocean—the sun anchored in its depths. A cool breeze stirs, kissing his tawny flesh, rustling his hair, and chiming his earrings; whispering beachgrass casts sinuous shadows across his face, allowing his good eye to rest in partial shade. Nearby, the tide laps at the shoreline—tenderly, the caress of a lover. Foam glides across half-buried seashells and beached debris in a brief greeting before returning to the sea, heeding her call.

Where Zoro is, he can’t be certain (not an uncommon occurence, though he would never admit it). His robe was slashed off at some point, and fell to the ground in shorn tatters. He lies bare-backed in a slurry of sand and ichor, his swords beside him; weeping wounds litter his torso, the most gruesome of which stretches from his navel to his right side. While he had the wherewithal to cut his haramaki and tie it around his waist as a makeshift tourniquet, the fabric is sodden, metallic teardrops puddling in the sand.

Pain is a feeling he greets like an old friend. It’s comforting, almost, like a suffocating embrace. As a boy, he had to nurture that cold familiarity if he wanted to survive—be it fighting bigger kids for spare scraps at the orphanage, or taking lashes from a bokken at the dojo. Strength comes with a cost, as does physical and mental growth. Existence is suffering, and suffering is—in its purest form—pain. But the mind-numbing sting that currently radiates from his injuries is the last thing on his mind.

For the first time in years, Zoro is afraid. He shivers despite the scorching sunbeams, sucking in shallow mouthfuls of air, glistening beads of sweat sliding down his body toward the earth.

It isn’t the prospect of death that scares him; he has walked most of his life along the corpse-strewn path of demons, fighting against his fate as an asura. And he has peered into death’s grim visage before—too many times count. He even dived into hell and cleaved through its bowels to face Enma, emerging victorious as the king of souls departed.

Regret, however? Regret is a different beast.

It’s why he trembles now, covered in grime and gore, half-lucid. As dark thoughts slink to the forefront of his consciousness, he’s aware that dying here will mean failing. Not simply failing himself and his own dream of becoming the greatest swordsman, but also failing his captain and best friend, and failing to preserve Kuina’s legacy. Most gut-wrenching of all, he knows that dying here will mean failing you. There’s so much Zoro wants to do with you, so much he wants to say. He itches with regret, calloused digits twitching at his sides, desperate to claw his skin off.

Clarity torments him. Memories flit before his steel gaze, now wet—a tear-streaked blade. He sees you: the flicker of your eyes when you tell a story; the curve of your lips when you poke fun at him; the halo of your hair when you nap against his chest; the set of your jaw when you’re serious. More than anything else, he longs to tell you how he feels.

I love you.

Three simple words that he always struggled to string together. Perfect moment after perfect moment was presented to him on a gilt platter: inside the crow’s nest at dawn, or beneath the lush boughs in the tangerine orchard—even perched atop the Sunny’s bow to watch the sunset. He squandered each of these opportunities because he (foolishly) assumed there would be more in the future.

I love you.

If only he could muster the strength to breathe out the sweetness of your name once more—to taste each smooth, honeyed syllable on his lips, to feel it silken on his palate. Maybe then he could forgive himself. But instead, it dies on his tongue as his vision blots and blurs. Eventually, his world goes black.

I love you.

Zoro awakes to the muffled creaking of a hull.

His head pounds, his mouth is bone-dry, and his limbs are leaden and stiff; he feels like death, and suspects that he looks like it, too. Surgical gauze tightly wraps his frame, stifled wounds screaming in agony. When he glances up and sees framed pictures of the crew above his cot, he recognizes where he is: the Sunny’s infirmary. In his periphery, you’re sitting at Chopper’s desk with a book in your lap. He tries (and, to his frustration, fails) to shift into a seated position. As soon as you notice the movement—head snapping up in surprise—you rush to his bedside.

He waits for you to reprimand him for being so reckless while away from the rest of the crew. But you don’t—not yet, anyway. (Not until he’s mostly healed. And for that, he wonders if you may be an angel.) Instead, you kneel on the wooden floorboards to level with him. Your fingertips tentatively brush against his cheekbone, as though you’re testing to ensure that he’s real. Content with what you find, you cup his chin, allowing him to lean into the soft warmth of your touch, catlike.

“I was worried about you. Well, so was everyone else. But I’ll only speak for myself,” you murmur.

His voice is gravel, cragged from disuse. “Sorry.”

After a few beats of silence, he clears his throat. “Is Chopper on break?”

You nod. “I’ve picked up the night shift so he can sleep.”

“How long was I out for?”

“Roughly two days.”

“Fuck.”

That draws a chuckle from you.

Zoro swallows. “Listen, I—”

Your thumb grazes his chapped lips, forcing him to pause. “Save your energy, Zo. You don’t have to defend yourself; you’re safe with me. I promise.”

Tired but patient, your gaze breaks him, only to piece him back together. His heart aches.

He inhales deeply. Then—in a flood of emotion he can’t stem—the words flow out: “Y’know I’m not good with feelings…or words. But, uh…” A broad palm wraps around your wrist, your skin hot against his. Ignoring the heat creeping up into his cheeks, he sighs, “I love you.”

Before he can second guess his confession, your lips bloom and burst into a radiant smile, setting your features alight. He doesn’t think you have ever looked more beautiful.

“I know,” you admit airily. Leaning in, you dot a kiss to his scarred eyelid. “I love you, too.”

[ryin-silverfish]

how does rebirth and reincarnation work in Buddhism

do memories carry over and Can personality traits or characteristics also stay the same

or does being reborn erase everything and basically reboot a person

is everyone reincarnated or just some people and what causes rebirth

if you don’t want to explain it can you please reply with links to websites where I can find information on the topic

Disclaimer: Everything I write here is less Indian Buddhism, and more "sinicized Buddhist concepts", aka "Chinese adoptation of the ideas of karmic laws and reincarnation, with a bunch of tweaks".

-There are 6 paths of rebirth: Heavenly/Deva, Asura, Human, Beasts, Hungry Ghosts, Hell. In practice, because of unfamiliarity with the Hindu Asura ("wrathful demigods"), it often gets simplified into 5 paths instead.

-Based on one's karma (consequences of one's causes), one is reborn into one of these Paths after death. The first 3 are commonly seen as the "3 good paths", while the last 3 are the "3 bad paths".

-Technically, even being reborn as a celestial being does not free you from suffering, since, despite the incredibly long lifespan of celestials and the pleasures they enjoy, their stay there is still not infinite, and they'll be reborn into a lower path once their Good Deeds Bank runs out, so to speak.

-However, in lay practice, being reborn in the Heavenly path is often considered "Good enough".

-Similarly, in more doctrinal Buddhism, the concept of "non-being" and the lack of a permanent, eternal self is a big thing (where there's no continuation of the self between each life, memory-wise or personality-wise).

-Yet after its spread to China, it was adjusted to fit, and syncretized with existing beliefs about souls and ancestor worship, and honestly, folks pretty much assumed that there is a...soul thingy that gets reincarnated, and some sort of continuation exists between each life.

-In Northern-Southern dynasty and Tang legends, there are a lot of tales about people who remembered their past lives, or people who suffered misfortune/got a lawsuit from ghosts in the Underworld bc of bad things they did in another life.

-However, in the latter case, they often don't remember. It is kinda implied that reincarnation itself blurred/erased their memories, but never explicitly explained.

-The much later Ming-Qing addition of Mengpo and her amnesia soup could be seen as a "fix-it" to that question: people don't remember their past lives bc the amnesia soup is mandatory, and the few who remembered are folks who had found a way to avoid drinking it.

-Like all folklore stuff, it's far from universally adopted, and in Liaozhai, you can still see tales like Lian Xiang's, where the fox spirit in question died, reincarnated into a human body, and remembered her old ghostly rival-turned-best-friend upon seeing her again.

-In vernacular novels and tales about reincarnated immortals and celestial deities, like JTTS and JTTN, it's more common for the protagonists to remember their original self from start to finish, or recover their memories after being informed of that fact and settle on working their way back into their old position.

-As for "does everyone have to go through reincarnation?" Unless you are a Buddha, a Bodhisattva, or Arhat, technically yes.

-After Daoism adopted the Buddhist ideas of karma and reincarnation, there were also works that suggested, by attaining immortality, you wouldn't have to reincarnate again...

-But I personally saw that as more of a "immortality just means no natural death, not unkillable" situation——the immortal in question won't have to reincarnate bc they can no longer die of old age, but if sth comes along and kill them, or they got demoted by the Heavenly Emperor for breaking celestial laws, their soul will still re-enter the cycle.

-Lastly, what causes rebirth? Well...existing. As long as you are within the Realm of Desire and a being of the Six Paths, you are subjected to the cosmological cycle, and to Buddhists, the only way out is attaining enlightenment.

[sylvaridreams]

Inhales. You know what gets me when I think about Heart of Thorns. The anti-sylvari sentiment in-universe was SO real for a while there. During the period of time where the whole world of Tyria learned the secret that Wynne had died to protect, that sylvari came from the jungle dragon, that they were made to serve it. Everyone turned on them. Friends, lovers, commanding officers, it didn't matter anymore. They COULD turn mordrem at any time, so you had to assume that they would. You couldn't trust something that belonged to a dragon. Even Laranthir (of the Wild) right after the crash, being held captive by his own people, waiting for him to go feral and tear their throats out. The sylvari Commander was granted a little wiggle room, a little space to walk around freely, but it's all very conditional. Prove you're a good one, that you won't fall to the dragon. There's the event in Verdant Brink where they round up all the sylvari in a camp and ask you to interrogate them, to break them down until they confess to being mordrem. And inevitably a few of them are hiding among the camp, but an equal number of sylvari run from you in fear, more afraid of you and the Pact than the certain death of the jungle beyond. The other innocents that stay don't have a choice. It's keep your head down and don't say anything or be killed, one way or another, while the Commander that you've worked under for the past couple of years interrogates a crying novice, asking if they've heard a voice. And who hasn't heard the voice at that point? The Commander admits to hearing it too. Canach likens it to a buzzing fly. Irritating. Nothing more. Strong willed sylvari don't stumble when Mordremoth speaks. But even that's not true; maybe not everyone's played Heart of Thorns on a sylvari Commander, but the closer you get to the dragon, you start to falter, to black out and lose time. In its domain you actually do fall to it. Briefly. Just for a while, you forget who you are and what you're doing there, and mordrem start giving you killing orders. And you snap out of it and never tell anyone, never. They can't know how close you got.

But what GETS ME is that after the dragon is dead, no one talks about it. It all returns to normal. Like the tension was never there in the first place. I'm sure there might be some loaded quips about sylvari in Living World Season 3 right after, but the next time I actually can recall it coming up is in Path of Fire. Right as you get into Desert Highlands; Canach says something about "I always knew this whole human/gods arrangement wouldn't work out" and Kasmeer shoots back "This coming from someone with a DRAGON in their family tree." And that's that. No one actually really discusses it in-game. They all moved on and don't care if you're a dragon minion or not.

Which. Augh. WHAT!!!!! NO ONE CARES? I'm sure it's a better end-user experience than if everyone you encountered as a sylvari player was like "OOOOOH I DON'T TRUST YOUR TYPE... YOU WRETCHED DRAGON PLANT FOLK" but narratively it's a little boring. At least in the sense that it doesn't feel finished. There should still be tons of anti-sylvari sentiment in Tyria and propaganda spread to force them out of parts of society and stupid hoops to jump through to be considered safe. Just as I think that sylvari should still hold anti-asura sentiment--you're telling me their small second generation had a huge group taken away and tortured to death and there's no ingrained fear of it happening again? I want my sylvari commander to have met Gorrik in LWS4 and been like haha. uh. 😥 (do I really have to work with this guy. An inquest...) (and EVENTUALLY come to like and trust him!) instead of the game plowing over it like oh yeah don't worry about it n_n the facility exploded and all so he doesn't work there now don't worry n_n NO I'M WORRIED!-- again I'm sure that the smoothing over of Everything is a better end-user experience. rather than everyone you meet being rude to you or vice versa. However----💥 (I am killed by a sniper from a long distance so that I stop talking before I begin delving into the prejudices that are already baked into the narrative)

[sxorpiomooon]

RAHU

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Rāhu (राहु) is the name of an Asura (demon) whose head was cut off by Viṣṇu. When the gods produced the Amṛta by churning the ocean, he disguised himself as a god and drank some of it. But he was detected by the gods and produced before Viṣṇu who cut off his head. Sūrya and Soma (the sun and moon), when noticed him drinking it and realised what was going on immediately told Nārāyaṇa (Viṣṇu), who instantly cut off Rāhu’s head with his discus. As the head contained Amṛta it became immortal and came to represent the ascending nodes of the moon’s orbit. The body of Rāhu, according to the Puranic notion, was called Ketu, and represented the descending nodes. Rāhu is defined according to texts in dealing with śilpa (arts and crafts), known as śilpaśāstras. Rahu is spoken of as the chief of those who have possesing personality. In Buddhism, rahu is defined as a dark monster / planet who is responsible for the phases of the moon by swallowing it. Rahu is supposed to be a mighty and naughty child of maya(illusion) and thus has a lot of dualities attached to its illusory nature.All sorts of poisonous chemicals like fertilizespesticides, and disinfectants are also ruled by rahu. Wherever it sits in your chart it manifests itself exactly like that. Anything that can fool you is rahu whether it's photography or video games. The karma that you are going to create in this life in the future is rahu. The thing that everyone needs to understand about rahu and ketu is that they are both outcast planet they dont act in a certain expected way. They surprise you. Anything that is material and a short cut is rahu. Rahu always wants fame and attention. Rahu is addiction since its obsessed with things bc he has no stomach to see if it has enough. Rahu is always trying to show you the different realm whether its good or bad. Anything that shades out and protects you from the sun is rahu. Wherever rahu aspects it gives something foreign. Anything that explodes.

Rahu in our generation and day to day life

The Internet for me is the biggest rahu example in our daily life now think of something that tends to happen a lot with the internet, illusion whether it's of beauty filters or people lying and then getting caught lying. On the internet we get influenced so easily that also while knowing that things might not exactly be how they are shown. Every once in a while we see random people blowing up on the internet out of nowhere. One of the biggest examples is that the internet is often used to spread lies and misinformation regarding things which is what rahu is. The influencers or the people that get popular are unconventional in some way whether it's regarding their way of living or them just dropping out of college and choosing to take a career path(living as an influencer) that is not something that is usually done by the people in the society. Good and strong rahu placements are also seen in famous and successful politicians and businessmen and they are ALL clever people most of the time spreading lies(politicians). We also see cats being very popular or all of a sudden being loved by the internet and cats are rahu as well. We also see people that make good edits or take good photographs blowing up on the internet as this is also ruled by rahu especially when it's foreign places as that's ALSO rahu. In india, if you guys are familiar with the ancient history "baniyas" aka businessmen or traders were naturally seen by the society as people that were "unconventional" or "non traditional" because they were starting something that was unconventional to the society that's also rahu. People breaking traffic rules is also rahu. This generation is ruled by rahu, we break rules, lie, break the traditional norms, drink and smoke etc.

I hope this post helps in your understanding of what rahu is as it's a very interesting planet alongside saturn.

[wilsons-journey]

Novelist Aeonn

Necromancer • Synergetics • He / Him • 24 years old.

Formerly known as Researcher Eoann and Memeber of the Order of Whispers. Another near death experience forced him to retire and start a new profession - as an author.

At the same time, an inconspicuous life rises to a significant role for Tyria - The Commander, his inspiration to start writing again.

More about him under the cut:

Aeonn is the anagram of his former Name Eoann, he starts to use after he retires as Author.

He is charming, but rather quiet - yet he has the big ego that one would expect from an Asura. He is never afraid to leave a sarcastic comment.

Back then he left Rata sum behind, after he felt not enough appreciated for his research for the Elder Dragons. Especially the research of Zhaitan - that one day ended for him learning to use his magic - becoming an necromancer. That was also the first day he nearly died. Something that seem to happen a lot to him - during his life he had several close calls.

But he often brushes them off. Thats the danger of an Researcher, right?

He joins the Order of Whisper, that has a far bigger interest in his research - giving him all the recognition he wanted.

One day a young Charr joins the Order. They never really talked with each other. Not even after this Charr saved his life during the Events of Claw Island. But he will never forget her - she had something on her, that stick to him. She was destined to greatness - and he should be right about that.

The incident during Claw Island sadly ended his career in the order of Whispers. He got so badly injured, it left him in a wheelchair. He was no longer able to walk on his own - for a moment people where afraid he might be no longer able to move his arms, too.

But he was lucky.

His ability to walk was taken, but this also gave back time for another passion - writing. After hearing about the remarkable things the Commander did, he starts to write them down in a story.

The Commander, hero of Tyria.

This will be his first book. Finished right after the Commander slayed the first Dragon. Something no one in Tyra thought would be possible - Aeonn included.

Though this first book he gets in contact with the Commander. They start to exchange letters and slowly become friends. But it will take some years before they meet in person - Aeonn is too ashamed to appear before the Commander in his current state.

He made peace with his disability to walk - and his overall bad body-shape. He grows frail and sick. He never intended to get out of this,... but since he started to write with the Commander - July - more often, this view changes.

So he starts to work on that - slowly. Telling himself, when he is back on his feet again, he earned his right to meet this incredible person.

Some loose bits

I planned him meeting July during PoF, after Balthazar killed her (and she comes back to life) He is still on his path of recovering - still needing a cane to walk. But the news of July dying nearly broke his world. He no longer wanted to waste time, only because of his pride

The first meeting will be a little awkward - cuz July thought he is another Charr or at least an Sylvari. She never thought Aeonn would be an Asura.

But they will grow close together rather quick - they connect over their experience with engineering. But also over the need to prove themself. (But they already grew close together over the letters they exchanged years prior)

Aeonn was not aware he is still able to fight properly - but due to an incident, he learns better. With that he will join the Dragons Watch and become an Companion to July

Aeonn also adds a lot of knowledge about the elder Dragons to the table. Maybe Taimi found some of his old research, helping her and Gorrik in their research. Aeonn will definitely join them and resumes to his old research

I feel he will never fully recover from his injuries - still having him rely on his cane or some tech to talk without problems Maybe during EoD or Janthir - maybe not. He would be fine either way. (I might like the idea of July carry him around, a little bit too much - its silly, but also cute)

Even after becoming a Member of the Dragons Watch he keeps publishing books about the Commander. But also about the Elder Dragons or other topics related to the Dragons Watch. He is also friend to Snargle. And yes he reads his books, too. (And Aeonn maybe wrote one or two books like these, too......)

It will be a running theme if he and July have something going on. And to be honest - neither of them really can tell. At one point they make jokes about that - even playing into the idea, without becoming lovers.

They become Soulmates for sure - but it looks like its more platonic - but maybe this changes in the future? Who knows. I don't know - they don't know.

But Aeonn will become the person July was always looking for. Someone she can talk to about everything, without fear or shame. An anchor, that makes her feel safe.

They will become inseparable.

[the-woods-call-me]

"He~ey! I cleared the camp, let's get the booty!" >=3

Please click for larger size. =) Azixxa -- Northern Shiverpeaks (NA)

[suchawrathfullamb]

GET THE WILL GRAHAM VIBE

Since so many of you are obsessed with the idea of being Will and dressing like him ain't working out, because it's not about aesthetics, but about aura...Here's an analysis of his energetic configurations, with a practical advice on how to actually embody that vibe:

The first thing to understand is that we analyze the energetic components of characters based on the actor's charts, because if we look at life as one big play, and theater/film being a micro reflection of that concept, then the director or creator of the movie/play/show acts as a god, casting a specific actor for a specific role. Therefore we do not need to know a fictional character's date of birth or anything of the sort, as the actors are always being cast in characters that mirror the spiritual stage they embody.

Hugh Dancy shares the same archetype of Jared Padalecki, hence why Will and Sam have almost identical arcs: fighting with two sides of their nature, emphasizing the dualistic nature of reality (good and bad, wrong and right), going through tumultuous and torturous trials, and having an abiding love for someone that drives their actions. They also share funny similarities such as loving dogs, wearing plaid, being intellectual and having hair that calls attention lol.

They both have "special abilities" that are a burden to them.

Both Hugh and Jared were born under a specific Lunar energy that is ruled by Rudra.

The name "Rudra" itself comes from the Sanskrit root "rud," meaning "to cry" or "to howl." This suggests a deity connected to emotions, particularly pain, anguish, and a primal longing.

It's not at all random that both characters are known for crying, suffering and even Will always being "soaked"!

Sam and Will were transformed through pain, and Rudra symbolizes both the terror and beauty of destruction that leads to transformation.

And his association with grief and destruction gives him a complex and paradoxical nature: he is fierce yet tender, destructive yet deeply compassionate.

This particular constellation is called Ardra, the "star of sorrow," symbolized by a teardrop and represents the stormy aspects of life, including intense emotions, challenges, and upheaval. This constellation brings forward the power of Rudra, channeling his energies of anger, grief, and eventually purification.

Ardra is under the influence of Rahu, the "head of the dragon", and is a shadow planet, often associated with desires, illusions, materialism, and obsessions. According to myth, Rahu was originally an asura (demon) who, during the churning of the ocean (Samudra Manthan), managed to steal a sip of the nectar of immortality by disguising himself among the gods. When Vishnu discovered this, he beheaded Rahu, but since Rahu had tasted the nectar, his head became immortal. Rahu represents the severed head, while his counterpart, Ketu, represents the body.

Rahu symbolizes the relentless drive to achieve one’s desires, often leading one into uncharted or forbidden territories. He is associated with illusion (maya), hidden ambitions, taboo-breaking, and transformation.

Under Rahu’s rule, Ardra becomes a place where the individual seeks knowledge and experience beyond the traditional boundaries. This can manifest as a search for the truth behind illusions or a confrontation with uncomfortable aspects of life.

Rahu is a seeker, often looking for what is hidden or forbidden. Under Rahu’s influence, Ardra natives are known for their quest for truth, curiosity about life’s mysteries, and a tendency to probe deeply, even if it means challenging established norms.

Rahu’s energy in Ardra encourages the exploration of the shadow, things that are hidden, feared, or unaccepted. People influenced by Ardra often have the courage to face difficult truths, both within themselves and in the world, which can lead to personal growth and transformation.

Those with a strong Ardra influence may challenge societal expectations, explore unconventional paths, or engage in activities that push boundaries.

Together, Rahu and Ardra form a nakshatra that is both turbulent and transformative, focusing on a path where one must confront illusions, fears, and inner darkness to attain deeper understanding and freedom. Rahu’s influence on Ardra makes this nakshatra a place of karmic learning and powerful change, where the storms of life (symbolized by Rudra) bring both destruction and the possibility of rebirth.

In this way, Ardra and Rahu teach the lesson that confronting and dismantling our illusions, fears, and attachments is essential for spiritual growth, even if it involves pain or hardship. Through the intense journey of Ardra, Rahu ultimately leads to the breaking of old patterns and the emergence of a clearer, more authentic self.

What you really want to exude though, is Will's magnetism that comes from him embodying duality so perfectly (hence the "gender envy" you guys talk about). You want that yin-yang, magnetic aura.

Well, you can get that by chanting the HRIM mantra.

Chanting "Hrim" can make a person more magnetic due to the mantra's deep association with Shakti—the divine feminine energy that embodies attraction, creativity, and transformative power.

When chanted, Hrim produces a sound frequency that subtly shifts one's energetic field, making it more harmonious and balanced. This resonance aligns the practitioner with cosmic forces, increasing their natural charm and appeal, as they are attuned to the fundamental energy of creation and attraction.

By connecting with the energy of maya and transcending illusions, Hrim helps one cultivate inner radiance or tejas (spiritual glow). This inner radiance becomes visible to others as an attractive, magnetic quality that draws people in on an almost intangible level, as they sense a vibrant, vital energy.

This mantra is amazing for anxiety, also. It generates a sense of space/void so it clears the mind.

Also, his expression number is 3, deriving from 21, which means he embodies major arcana The World and The Magician, birthing the Empress.

The Empress is the verb, the ternary, plenitude, nature, fecundity, generation in the three worlds. She is wisdom. Discernment. Idealism. Intellectual solar influence. It is the arcane of Sacred Magic, an instrument of divine power.

The Magician is the Creative Impulse and The World is the closing, the manifestation being completed. So we have, essentially, the creative impulse of completion that generates sacred magic. This manifests an individual who exudes a sort of surreal magnetism that is very tender and feminine in nature, at the same time that it triggers a feeling of wanting that individual's dominance over you, but not through force, but through love/care. Which explains why most fans want to "baby" Will but also crave for moments where he acts unhinged.