#gaté

[gekyume-qs]

[ciggi3s4ever]

"Il y a longtemps que tu me prouves que moi c'est toi. Je serai trop heureux de prouver l'inverse. Mon cœur m'assure que nous ne ferons jamais deux personnes. Maudit soit le jour qui amènerai à cette distinction."

échange texto des Frères Champollion , 30 octobre 1818. (les fratés qui ont dit "first" dans le game du déchiffrage 2 hiéroglyphes)

à méditerranée.

[kohakuhibiki]

Ok mais j'ai jamais chigné contre ma reine et ce même dans les pire moments...🥺

[elcaminodediogenes]

El Sutra del Corazón

Traducción: José Silvestre Montesinos.

Avalokiteshvara, el Bodhisattva de la Compasión, meditando profundamente sobre el Entendimiento Perfecto, descubrió que los cinco aspectos de la existencia humana estaban vacíos*, liberándose de este modo del sufrimiento. En respuesta al monje Sariputra, dijo lo siguiente:

El cuerpo es tan solo vacío, el vacío no es más que el cuerpo. El cuerpo está vacío, y el vacío es el cuerpo. Los otros cuatro aspectos de la existencia humana: Sentidos, pensamientos, voluntad y conciencia, también están vacíos, y el vacío los contiene. Todas las cosas están vacías: Nada nace, nada muere, nada es puro o impuro, nada aumenta o disminuye. Así pues, en el vacío, no existe el cuerpo, ni las sensaciones, ni los pensamientos, ni la voluntad, ni la conciencia. No hay ojos, ni oídos, ni nariz, ni lengua, ni cuerpo, ni mente. No hay sentido de la vista, ni del oído, ni del olfato, ni del gusto, ni del tacto, ni de la imaginación. Nada puede verse o escucharse, olerse o gustarse, tocarse o imaginarse. No existe la ignorancia, ni el fin de la ignorancia. No existen la vejez y la muerte, ni el fin de la vejez y la muerte. No existe el sufrimiento, ni la causa del sufrimiento, ni el fin del sufrimiento, ni un camino a seguir. No existe el logro de la sabiduría, ni ninguna sabiduría que lograr. Los Bodhisattvas confían en el Entendimiento Perfecto, y, libres de todo engaño, no sienten ningún miedo, disfrutando del Nirvana aquí y ahora. Todos los Budas, pasados, presentes y futuros, confían en el Entendimiento Perfecto, y viven en la iluminación total. El Entendimiento Perfecto es el mejor mantra. El más lúcido, el más elevado, el mantra que elimina todo sufrimiento. Ésta es una verdad fuera de toda duda. Dilo así: Gaté, gaté, paragaté, parasamgaté. ¡Bodhi! ¡Svaha! Que significa… Partir, partir, partir a lo alto, partir a lo más alto. ¡Iluminados! ¡Que así sea! *

Vacío es la traducción habitual para el término Budista Sunyata (o Shunyata). Hace referencia al hecho de que ninguna cosa, incluida la existencia humana, posee una sustancia verdadera, lo que implica que nada es permanente y que nada es independiente por completo del resto de las cosas. En otras palabras, todo lo que existe en el mundo está interconectado y en un fluir constante. Por tanto, una correcta apreciación de esta idea nos libera del sufrimiento causado por nuestro ego, nuestro apego y nuestra resistencia al cambio y a la pérdida.

Nota: “Entendimiento Perfecto” es la traducción de Prajnaparamita. El nombre completo de este Sutra es El Corazón de Prajnaparamita.

[mahayanapilgrim]

The Heart Sutra

Avalokiteshvara, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, meditating deeply on Perfection of Wisdom, saw clearly that the five aspects of human existence are empty, and so released himself from suffering. Answering the monk Sariputra, he said this:

Body is nothing more than emptiness, emptiness is nothing more than body.

The body is exactly empty, and emptiness is exactly body.

The other four aspects of human existence --feeling, thought, will, and consciousness --are likewise nothing more than emptiness, and emptiness nothing more than they.

All things are empty:

Nothing is born, nothing dies, nothing is pure, nothing is stained, nothing increases and nothing decreases.

So, in emptiness, there is no body, no feeling, no thought, no will, no consciousness.

There are no eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.

There is no seeing, no hearing, no smelling, no tasting, no touching, no imagining.

There is nothing seen, nor heard, nor smelled, nor tasted, nor touched, nor imagined.

There is no ignorance, and no end to ignorance.

There is no old age and death, and no end to old age and death.

There is no suffering, no cause of suffering, no end to suffering, no path to follow.

There is no attainment of wisdom, and no wisdom to attain.

The Bodhisattvas rely on the Perfection of Wisdom, and so with no delusions, they feel no fear, and have Nirvana here and now.

All the Buddhas, past, present, and future,

rely on the Perfection of Wisdom, and live in full enlightenment.

The Perfection of Wisdom is the greatest mantra.

It is the clearest mantra, the highest mantra,

the mantra that removes all suffering.

This is truth that cannot be doubted.

Say it so:

Gaté, gaté, paragaté, parasamgaté.

Bodhi! Svaha!

Which means...

Gone, gone, gone over, gone fully over.

Awakened!

So be it!

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Gaté Gaté Mantra ~ Deva Premal, from Love is Space

I learned this from "Be Here Now" by Ram Dass. Before him, I wasn't even aware that such a place or state even existed. 

Gate Gate – Meditation

RamDass                          https://soundcloud.com/ramdass/gate-gate-meditation

 Gaté Gaté Mantra ~Deva Premal, from Love is Space https://youtu.be/s-dRyzwv2jw?si=i2Ek9xVMdxD4J75R via @YouTube 

[archivesdereves]

stagaire lea qui fais un caprice parce qu’on part a Marseille shooter et elle demande si elle peut rentrer plus tot pour une fete forainr mais H veut pas trop. ils sont dans le couloir du studio elle pleure et moi je suis dehors avec le materiel. h m’appelle ensuite pour savoir mon avis et il me dit que c’est une bourgeoise. je lui dis que c une enfant gatée mais je juge + lui que elle. god please je m’en fous de ces histoires de stagiaires. 

[nuitdhiverasa]

oui mes gatées

UPDATE 2.0 : D'or et de cendres

BLINDING LIGHTS célèbre sa première mise à jour officielle, avec encore un IMMENSE MERCI à notre communauté extraordinaire ! Vous êtes toustes les étoiles sans lesquelles notre ciel serait bien terne... MERCI !!!

La nouvelle update arrive avec son lot de nouveautés, soit : la refonte du codage du forum par notre chère undi, nos nouvelles couleurs, notre première intrigue avec la création du système de RP de situation, et notre TCG qui devient encore plus fourni avec la pléiade de personnages présents sur le forum.

On ouvre donc le premier chapitre du forum avec un double événement qui posera de premiers dilemmes moraux à nos héro.ïne.s et nos villains.

Chapitre I : D'or et de cendres

On se pare d'or et de diamants, mais c'est le carmin qui nous éblouira ce soir. Qu'on est beaux quand on valse parmi les grandeurs, mais garde-t-on notre éclat quand les autres se meurent ? Dans les ombres, les machinations s'enclenchent. Et à trop se regarder, on oublie que les choses peuvent parfois mal tourner. Mais quand le monde s'effondrera, tomberons-nous avec lui ?

[etiennelouisjuste]

Kèk jan ou ka itilize Fèy simen kontra 👉Siw fè kiss ak fribòm ki poko depase 2 cm wap pran yon ponyen simen kontra yon tèt lay vyolèt yon moso anana yon moso lalwa.blendé yo ansanm ak Siro myèl, metel nan frigidè bwè yon kiyè maten youn aswè pandan 15 jou. Refèl chak 2 mwa 👉Pou Timoun ki gen vè, wap metel bouyi ak 3 grenn lay vyolèt pandan Timoun nan pala epi kou lap vini sevil yon ti demi tas depi nan pòt la. Fè sa 4 fwa nan yon mwa. 👉Pou kansè wap bouyil ak Fèy korosòl pouw bwè chak 2 jou epi mete yon Fèy nan tout manje wap fè. 👉 ou pran nan demanbré wap melanjé’l ak plizyè lòt Fèy tankou kadav gaté, yavé, planten, Geri tout ti kolé, pwa kongo, tounen li la, gen lot toujou…. Mpa sonjé wa mandé granmou’m ou😂 wap pran 7 boujon nan Chak froté nan dlo lanmè nan kivet blanc epi metel nan soley koul midi fè manmanw oubyen grann oubyen yon grandet nan fanmiw ké ou fè konfyans. Lew fini ranmaseé fey yo mete nan sachèt meté domi bò tet ou epi demen maten levé bonè san’w pa pale ak Moun al jetel lwen. Pou bouton ak tach melanjé’l ak asorosi fè savon avèl pouw sevi. Simen kontra bon pou ampil lot bagay toujou nap vinn ak res yo pou ou nan yon lot post. Mèsi paskew follow paj la share pouw ede yon lòt moun #etiennnelouisjuste https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn99Lb1LFDz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bzzrk]

Released on the spring equinox, the new album by Digital Gnosis- Gaté. Pay what you want.

[larueourien]

[sarahlimatraiteur-blog]

Amour de copine c’est ça, on est gâté avec un gâteau de tapioca et noix de coco délicieux. #tapioca #cuzcuz #noixdecoco #copine #copines #amour #gaté #gateau #dessert #patisserie #delicieux (em São Paulo, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/BusExoMgPjm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1d8n4dnkuz6h8

[gifsdefrance]

[hoerbahnblog]

Glockenbachwelle: Stroux Edition

[tonguetiedraven]

Could I bother you with asking for a Bonrin drabble where Bon says something that reminds him of when he saw his Mom and Dad's past and kinda being panicky bc he doesn't want to be like Satan. Bon then comforts him. Thank you

Dear anon, you are no bother at all! I am always happy to get Bonrin prompts <3

Pairing: Bon/Rin

Summary: They were supposed to be studying, but a simple turn of phrase has Rin stuck in bad memories and panicking about just what he is.

— — — — — — — — — —

It was all so stupid. Just a passing phrase that wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, but now Rin was crouched in the corner, fisting his hair, hyperventilating as his tail lit with flames and his stupid horns tried to grow.

“Hey,” Ryuuji was crouched a few feet away, careful not to crowd up on him and make him feel trapped. Careful to give Rin an exit if he needed it, even while he tried to draw nearer to the demon that was Rin.

Rin gave his head a hard and panicked shake that sent a little flare of flames through the air. Ryuuji stopped his advance and lowered his hand to the floor. Both of his hands were palm up, a subtle way to show he wasn’t a threat, because Ryuuji had experience at coaxing down a dangerous demon. Rin had given him lots of experience on that because he was horrifyingly dangerous.

“Can you talk?”

Rin shook his head again. It hurt trying to hold all the flames in. Trying to hold both halves of himself together and fight off the part that wanted to burn and yell.

The part of him that was Satan. Mephisto had called him on it while they watched Rin’s parents, and he hadn’t been able to deny it then and he couldn’t deny it now. He was Satan’s son.

“Alright. Rin,” Ryuuji called shifting from a crouch into the lotus position he usually assumed when meditating. “Then I want you to focus on breathing.”

The chant was quiet but familiar. Rin could focus on the sounds and the times when Ryuuji inhaled instead of the loud roaring in his head.

“Gaté, gaté, paragaté, parasamgaté. Bodhi. Svaha.”

Rin timed his inhale with Ryuuji’s and blew out a long and slow breath while Ryuuji repeated the chant. Rin had asked about it once, and Ryuuji had explained it in a long and excited ramble. All Rin really remembered was that it was called the heart sutra, and he liked that. Liked the idea of finding calm with the heart.

Rin wasn’t sure how many times Ryuuji repeated it, but eventually the tight pain in his chest had eased and he wasn’t clenching his hair anymore. The fire faded and his body relaxed back against the wall.

With a weird sort of sixth sense, Ryuuji’s eyes popped open at that moment. (It wasn’t a sixth sense. The heat of the fire had simply faded.)

“Better?” He asked softly, meeting Rin’s eyes but not making any moves to draw close. Always careful and patient.

Rin nodded stiffly and wrapped his arms around his legs. He knew what was coming next.

“What caused it?”

Yep. He’d known what was coming next. “Nothing,” Rin tried, smiling toothily and telling himself to let go of his legs and stand up.

“You know you’re a shit liar. Now tell me the truth or tell me no. What caused it?”

Rin could say no, and Ryuuji would be upset, but the conversation would drop. But…

But the worry would be there and it would happen again, and while most of Rin was terrified, part of him wanted to know what Ryuuji would say.

“It’s stupid?” He mumbled as a kind of compromise. Ryuuji perked up and scooted closer.

“Didn’t look stupid.”

Rin huffed and curled up tighter. “You said you’d be proud.”

Ryuuji’s brows drew together in a confused furrow. “Yeah?”

Rin shook his head because he already knew he was going to do a bad job of explaining this, and it was so frustrating to not be able to explain himself. How could you possibly explain that a simple phrase had made you feel like you were watching your parents fucked up life again? How did you explain that one moment you’d been avoiding homework and grouching about your boyfriend’s imminent departure and the next you were back in that horrible lab and you were watching your father destroy everything. Watching yourself kill in some messed up intention to protect and everything about yourself seemed to point to you being just like Satan?

Rin shoved his face between his knees. “I’m just like him.”

“I don’t know what caused it, but you’re not.”

Didn’t it say a lot that Rin didn’t have to explain ‘who’ he was like? “Am too.”

Ryuuji’s hand settled on his arm, still leaving him with a side to escape to, but not being tentative in its touch. His hand wrapped around Rin’s bicep, squeezing a little before sliding up to Rin’s shoulder.

“No you’re not. I don’t know why that set you off, but you’re not like him. Or have you forgotten we’ve all met him? I can bring the others in on this argument now and they’ll all back me up. You’re not that dick.”

Rin turned to press his face between Ryuuji’s shoulder and neck because it felt safer than his knees, and he wanted to believe Ryuuji.

“Stop beating yourself up about this.” Ryuuji’s arm wrapped around his back, hugging him close and firm. Never shying away even through Rin could easily ignite right now and kill him. Satan had tried to do that with Yuri. He’d even tried to sit back and watch as she was torn apart.

“I can hear you thinking negative things, Rin.” Ryuuji’s free hand moved to his hair and brushed soothingly through the locks. “Stop that. Say it with me. You are not Satan.”

“You are not Satan,” Rin muttered, knowing he wasn’t going to get away with it.

“Rin.” Ryuuji tugged on his hair. Not quite enough to hurt, but enough to let him know he was thoroughly caught out. “Do it for real.”

Rin barely whispered the words. They weren’t louder than a breath, and it was still hard to manage that much. “I am not Satan.”

“Yeah, just like that.” Ryuuji hugged him closer. “Again?”

“I am not Satan.”

“Again.”

He said it a bit louder, and got another hug.

“One more time, loud as you can.”

“I am not Satan!”

“Hell yeah you’re not! And you and me, we’re gonna kick his ass. We’re gonna kick his ass for all the shit he did, for all the shit you had to watch, and for all the shit he’s caused now.”

“I know, but…” Rin hid his face in Ryuuji’s neck again.

“But nothing. You’re not him. You make mistakes, we all do, and ya get mad, so do I, but that doesn’t make you him. You being his son doesn’t make you him. You’re better than him.” Ryuuji hugged him tight, using the hand in Rin’s hair to press him close, and it was easy to breathe in Ryuuji’s warm and comforting scent like this. It wrapped around him like a blanket, merging with the warmth of Ryuuji’s firm belief and the comfort of being held.

“You’re not him,” Ryuuji promised again. “We’ll figure out what caused this, and we’ll work it out, but right now, you just gotta focus on breathing with me, and believing that you’re not him.”

“I-I’ll try.”

Ryuuji blew out a long breath. “Okay. You trust me?”

“Yes?”

“Think I’m smart?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to overlook that both of those yeses were questions,” Ryuuji pinched his hip and made him squeak out a startled giggle, “Then trust me. I say you’re not Satan. You’re not like him at all.”

It made no sense. It was still the same sentence, still the same phrase and meaning, but it felt different. It was easier to trust Ryuuji than trust himself. At least for now.

“Okay,” he murmured, and then a bit louder. “Okay.”

Ryuuji nodded decisively. “Good. Now come on. We’re gonna finish that assignment and then I’m taking you out for Sukiyaki.”

Rin held on a moment longer while he whined dramatically. Trust Ryuuji? He… he could that. He could trust him on this.

I’m not Satan.

He sat next to Ryuuji at the desk and picked the pencil up to focus on the problem that had frustrated him so much a few minutes ago. There were singe marks on his paper, but Ryuuji wasted no time in getting him a fresh one.

I’m not Satan, he thought as he grabbed Ryuuji’s hand in his free one, and I’m not alone.