#india diary

[tina-armani]

A conversation with a stranger can turn into dialogue with an intimate friend, if you extend, if you comprehend the endless connection of all organic things. We all want to share, to be shared, to compare ponts of view... hues from a colorful life...

It's simple really, it takes an ear. A willing ear and the lack of fear to learn another's narrative. A story that could dramatically affect our own...

We are not alone... Fellow journeymen are to be found in every situation. Sometimes all it takes is a simple hello...

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These are not my words. These are Walton's words, from his trip to India in Feb/March of 2009. He talked about this trip in many interviews, admitting he was in a painful place when he went. It was a journey of healing, redemption and emotional rebirth.

He took many photos and wrote a diary, which he chose to keep public and share with all of us who cares enough to read. I feel one cannot really know Walton if one hasn't read this. It's pretty unformatted, sometimes words are misspelled, as if he was writing in a hurry, afraid to lose a thought. But it reads like a beautiful flow of pure emotion straight from his soul and I love it. The experience and the feeling behind it.. here's his blog:

Start with Feb 20 and work your way backwards.;))

[kaalbela]

Bidhannagar Mela, Kolkata.

[rosechata]

kerala beaches, 2023

[ixhika-jsx]

"When you are not fed love on silver spoon

You learn to Lick it off knives"

[Yea that's me in the attached photos - ps: I bought new pair of jhumkas and bangles :))) ]

[saumyakinja]

Yeah yeaah I am a institution in this field...😂

[chaitalinath]

It breaks my heart to say this, but being a doctor feels more like a curse than a calling these days. The violence against us has become unbearable. I spent years of my life studying, sacrificing, and dedicating myself to helping others. But now, instead of gratitude, we’re met with fear and aggression.

We work ourselves to the bone, often with little sleep, trying to save lives, yet one mistake or one outcome beyond our control—and suddenly, we become the enemy. It’s as if the humanity we try so hard to preserve is lost on those who turn to violence.

I never thought I'd feel unsafe in a hospital, the very place where people come to be healed. The pain of seeing families torn apart, of watching someone slip away despite everything we do, is already heavy. But now, there's the constant dread that one day, I won’t make it home either. That I’ll become another headline, another forgotten face in this wave of senseless attacks.

How did we come to this? Where saving lives could cost us our own? All we ever wanted was to help, but now, it feels like no one is willing to protect us.

[everytangbo]

“They're still asking me to have children. So far, I suspect any attempt will end up with me accidentally killing any possible wife.

Like those poison maidens from Tianzhu. Assassin's from older times. Their blood and body fluids were poisonous. Intercourse with the maidens resulted in death for their partners. At least I'm not the only one.”

[pink-evilette]

just found out india eisley is olivia hussey's daughter!! like I should have known...

[kinasin]

Jiru-Jiru Diary India Travelogue

[emerwrutes]

I am a prince bound by mortal chains,

in love with a princess of shadow and night.

We were drawn to each other, despite what remained—

the curse, the factions, the endless fight.

She was a vision in starlit dark,

eyes like blood and lips like flame.

I knew her secret, her unholy mark,

yet my heart burned wild, just the same.

I miss her laughter, that wicked spark,

her mischief, her stories, her haunted past.

I’d wait for her in the castle’s dark,

knowing each night might be our last.

We met in the tower, under endless stars,

as she showed me wonders, her world unknown.

Together we walked through midnight’s scars,

yet here I am, left alone.

I miss the feel of her cold, soft hand,

the touch that froze and set me alight.

Her stories of realms, both cursed and grand,

her secrets shared deep into the night.

But factions rose, and words were said—

the love they scorned, the ties they broke.

They pulled her away, and left me dead,

with words unspoken, vows uncloaked.

I see her face in every dream,

and hear her voice in every breath.

This love, they say, was bound to scheme,

and yet, for her, I'd face even death.

Oh, vampire princess, fierce and true,

my heart is yours, and you alone.

No faction’s will can make me unlove you,

no power can chill what we have known.

So I wait in shadows, bound and torn,

hoping somewhere, you miss me, too.

For though I am human, scarred and worn,

my soul forever belongs to you.

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[blackvahana]

Nothingness. Several thoughts:

Said earlier to my tf that I keep forgetting what I do isn't normal, talking about the boundary between spiritual and mundane. I forget seeing energy and shit is spiritual, I forgot, in context of the conversation, that all my art of lull and myself and even most of mt bloodborne art was classed as spiritual. Then like five fucking spam messages in a row later I said

And I think it's clicking into place lately that what I regard as everyday nonsense is actually the missing spiritual things I've been searching for for ages. I keep thinking the answer to "so you have spirits over and go to the astral, but what do you do though" is "oh uh nothing I guess. I kinda just sit around?" because lmfao. I have no awareness

Man this storm is shaking the house. Metaphorically, it's a brick house but like the holes in the walls/windows and winds in the chimneys and vents are getting Rattled lmfao

I didn't end up going to India today, or more so I didn't have to go. This life has been so much about waking up, I just. let. the energy of my other half take over today's things, which is to say that this stuff is outside linear time and I was going to peek my head in because I'm learning the art of the sacred portions of the cow, no idea how else to word that other than my mind registers it as my body as a cow made of - oh. Hold on. nope. I was thinking that was out of nowhere, "what does butcherable parts of a cow (unbutchered) have to do with anything in India I've heard about before, isn't that like the opposite of what would be taught where I was lmfao" nope. I have the faintest memory of seeing an illustration of something to do with parts of the cow, I'll have to look that up. Either way. Ceremonial, bliss-ecstacy across time, the fucking. absolute energetic opposite of the visions my ex gave me of me being killed by his god/him smeared under a car so my guts were all out, this was pure love and control and light divinity... my body able to stretch and... Whatever the people with me get out of it (I know but I'm keeping it from myself, one lesson at a time), uh. sacred flesh, holder of worlds, microcosms in the macrocosm, Parjanya and his young...

Told you this was going to be (disjointed) thoughts.

My phone battery has been at 11% for an insane amount of time.

Now though... I didn't need to go today. I'm already there, waking up... But regardless. What do I do over there? I mean a lot apparently

[kaalbela]

December in Calcutta.

[azsdiary]

Happy Y2k+24!! Xoxo

[meraminemera]

went out today all by myself!

16.09.2024 | Hauz Khas | 22y 5d

[saumyakinja]

🙁