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[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Buddhist priest's stole, 1800s, Japan.

[desomnis]

Patience

by desomnis

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[theologylover-666]

❝Hello, and welcome to my religious safe space!❞ ♡ღ

All religions are welcome to publicly or anonymously send in asks preaching, venting, or ranting about their faith. I, and my faith own as a whole, encourage the practice of whatever religion best suits the individual as a person

While asks about your distaste for a former religion you have followed as welcomed (with the condition that I will add trigger tags onto it), any asks purely made with the ill intent towards another faith will not be permitted

This blog is mainly going to be me posting about my own faith, though I will be reblogging content from all faiths

Ave Satanas! May Lucifer bring thy light

[yanderefairyangel]

There is so much to think about the fact this map is supposed to be remniscent of the Wheel of Life but for now I'll let my brain take a rest

[lasspositive95]

What do I know of death? The question presented to me bounced around my thoughts momentarily, catching me off guard. My only experiences with the entity have been avoidant. I recall the summer as a child, when my persistent daytime sleepiness led me to drifting into a doze as my small body floated languidly in the pool. My grasp from the float slipped and bubbles of water filled my sight.

I recall bobbing up and down unsure if I was swimming, playing, or drowning. The air was leaving my lungs and I spent more time below the surface than above. I had been sleeping, but now I couldn’t remember how to swim. My battle with the bubbles was reaching a close when hands were on my body and my eyes were skyward, momma. My momma had grabbed me. My savior, my watcher, my hero. Wearing a mix of soaked street clothes and swimwear, my mother noticing my peril had rescued me. Ripping me from the jaws of danger. Avoiding once more from inviting death into our household

Of late, death and myself have become familiar. It was His Holiness The Dalai Lama who stated that you cannot find a household that death has not visited. That is why for myself, for my mother, for my parents, for my partner- we tell death not today. But for others, for our elders, for those ready or whose time has come, we give a courteous nod for that fate which greets us all at the end of the road. As biological being, we must all leave this physical form to that great beyond where my our souls can reach their infinity.

Readers who are familiar may recall the peril of the pickle, and for that reason I will not repeat it herein. However, I will let you be warned. At any age, we must stay vigilant and hone the most basic of survival skills while we watch for others. The watchful eye of a mother, the timed catch of a father. Learning the Heimliche Maneuver on self or others. Always cut up your pickles and grapes.

[micky16sblog]

[serotoninlesslesbian]

Can people just leave each other’s religions alone??

[coolpurzelbaum]

[digitaljunkies]

Buddha.

[solounuomomarcio]

Do not accept the words of hatred, reject them. Only in this way the one who hates you will remain with the insult in his hands. You can’t blame someone who offends you and hurts you, because it’s your decision to accept his words instead of leaving them on the very lips they came out of

~Buddha

[dunyabariscetin]

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[notesattheheadofthebed]

Nepali street

[heathengentleman]

Thích Quảng Đức (1897 – 11 June 1963) Việt Nam

What price would you place on your freedom?

[yayoparty]

New York was the biggest ocean I’d ever dipped my toes in, and before I could even test the waters, I thoughtlessly jumped into the free-forming and flowing blues of the city.

New York’s waves towered and plummeted to the rhythm of eight million heart beats, and it was there that I learned, this was just a way to be—- as were the plants growing through the sand and desperate blare of traffic-heavy streets, submerged in a body of water so lively, it could’ve brought me to a tear, returning to the ocean

soundless and without impact.

I met waves that felt like fate. It was serene surrendering to let them crash over me without a lick of fear or fight. Flying drops of salt crashed back into stillness, and it was then that I realized, this was not only a way to be, but the best form of existence one body could take to.

New York was the biggest ocean I’d ever dipped my toes in,

New York’s waves felt so familiar, I almost let them swallow me whole.

[micky16sblog]

[theotherrea1m]

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