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[rhk111sblog]

Six Soldiers of the Philippine Army (PA) were killed by the Dawlah Islamiyah-Maute Group (DI-MG) which to me shows that the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) is nowhere near crushing the Internal Threats in the Country, and yet Bong Bong Marcos (BBM) is still switching the AFP's focus to China, mainly at the urgings of the United States (US) and their Filipino Dogs, and the Philippine Communists and their Sympathizers

This was initially released as an Article last February 20, 2024 at https://therhk111philippinedefenseupdates.blogspot.com/2024/02/six-pa-soldiers-killed-lanao-del-norte-encounter-di-mg-terrorists.html

[songsofbloodandwater]

Some of My Notes on Sahumos, or Smoking [a person, object or place].

The Medicine of Sahumos is supported by the Medicine of the Jaguar, the Full Moon and Earth, in the sacred herbs used and their effects in our bodies. It is supported by the Medicine of the Snake, the Waning Moon and Water, in the libations offered and the blood we carry. It is supported by the Medicine of the Qori Kinti, the New Moon and Air, in the cry of our songs and the prayers whispered. But more importantly, it is the Medicine of the Kuntur, the Waxing Moon and Fire, of our Energy and our Spirits. The Fire is the Vulture eating at our flesh, cleansing us of impurities, to be reborn anew from it's smoke.

"The Medicine of Sahumos will tear you apart. It will show you the beautiful parts of yourself, and the painful. It will shed light on parts of yourself you'd rather not see, but you must look and eat at them with your fire. It can't be just lighting an incense stick. All elements must be present. The Mesa must be laid out and your Yanapaq called. There's offerings and permissions. There's prayer and song. (...) And we must be able to identify what is sámi and what is hucha in ourselves first if we want to help others with our smokes. We must recognize and make space for our own emotional and spiritual state first, respect our own processes. (...) The growth is well worth the pain, and it is our responsibility, in order for us to walk this path with Integrity."—words from an experienced Sahumadora Andina, Andean Smoke Medicine Carrier, and whom I'm learning this Art from. Translated by me.

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[shamanflavio]

The Shaman meets a Demon

It seems like this is a life that has obstruction, resistance, struggle, and competition everywhere. Some religious organizations have denounced “the flesh.” Others have gone after the human emotions or, worse, what it is to just be human. This self-criticism extends to academic and scientific institutions. Among them, some of the most popular beliefs are that humans are irresponsible,…

[lauriel816]

Time to play matthijs and benji up top

[shukraninfinite]

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[florina-venus]

Wir, juna @die.magische.rose und ich planen seit einer ganzen Weile Retreat: ✨️ Erkenne Dich Selbst ✨️ Hier fließt alles zusammen was wir gelernt und an Erfahrung gesammelt haben auf dem spirituellen und gesundheitlichen Weg aus alten Traditionen. Der uns selbst zur Liebe mit uns selbst und anderen geführt hat Das wollen Wir mit Dir teilen an einem Wochenende in Juni mitten in der Natur. Buchungslink in Bio. . #Retreat #sommerRetreat #schamanischearbeit #ayurveda #ayurvedaRetreat #schamanischeZeremonie #KakaoZeremonie #KakaoRitual #Despacho #DespachoZeremonie #munay #munayKi #yogaRetreat #MeditationsRetreat #schweigen #alteTraditionen #schaman #healing #healingRetreat #lovesndPeace #Freundschaft #Liebe #ErkenneDichSelbst #schamanischesRitual #naturishealing #sonnerden #munaysisters #junglevibration https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpf9LhTtqIx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mjrtaurus]

Little Dragon was already teased for having "chicken wings" but now with the Devil Fruit, he thinks he's become some kind of monster. The worst is when he accidentally pricks Mama with his claws or when his tail knocks things over. And one time when he coughed too hard, something came out of his throat and burned a hole in the floor.

He tries his best to turn himself back to normal but it's so hard when his feathers and claws pop out even when he doesn't want them too. How are his parents not afraid of him? He's afraid of him.

He asked them once. The question more or less came out on accident, but still.

Urpi held one of his little paws, her thumbs pressing lightly on the central pad so that the digits curled over them, claws extended on reflex.

"You're young, Munay. You're still learning how to be yourself, and this-..." she lightly squeezes the paw for emphasis ".. is now a part of yourself. What is there for me to fear?"

Garp interjects with a gruff but fond "I've looked scary in the face a time or two, brat. This is just plain ol' cute." And he reaches down a big hand to ruffle glossy feathers like he would Dragon's shaggy locks.

It began to rain outside soon after. Gentle, unexpected, almost like it was called into being.

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[jartita-me-teneis]

“La Wiphala es un símbolo, no una bandera, y representa a la Pachamama, el cosmos, los animales, las plantas, las piedras, los runas (hombres), la vida en armonía”

Para comprender su significado primero debemos referirnos a la Unancha, que es el símbolo que ostenta los colores del arco iris, en líneas horizontales”.

“En el devenir de la cosmovisión andino amazónica ocurre un hecho sagrado: el cruce de dos arcoíris, arcoíris macho y arcoíris hembra, la dualidad, pilar de nuestra cosmovisión”, expresan. “Esta dualidad, complementariedad de los opuestos, en su cruce, lleva a la evolución, al crecimiento, a la fertilidad y a la sabiduría. De este entrecruce de k´uichi (arcoíris) surge la Wiphala”.

La Wiphala está formada por 49 cuadrados de igual tamaño -por lo cual su forma es cuadrada- y cada color tiene un significado. Los amautas lo transmiten así:

Rojo: es el contacto con la Pachamama; representa a lo tangible, el Kay Pacha, a los Runas (hombres andino amazónicos), hijos de la Tierra; representa a la raíz ancestral, a la identidad. Al desarrollo cultural y a la cosmovisión indígena originaria, saberes de la Tierra y del Cosmos transmitidos por los Apus y los Ancestros.

Naranja: representa a la memoria oral de nuestra cultura, a los quipus, los telares, los yachay wasi (escuelas, casas del saber), a los ayllus (comunidades), a la medicina ancestral y a la sanación del cuerpo físico, psicológico y espiritual.

Amarillo: representa al Nunaq, Espíritu Ancestral que está en todas las cosas; a las cuatro virtudes del hombre andino: Munay (amor incondicional), Yachay (sabiduría), LLank´ay (trabajo alegre y con pasión) y Kamay (creatividad). Y a la dualidad de energías, qhari – warmi, opuestos complementarios, equilibrio que produce vida.

Blanco: representa a la evolución, al desarrollo intelectual, a la ciencia y la técnica que acompañan los procesos de la naturaleza, al buen vivir. Es el desarrollo personal que no se concibe si no es también comunitario. También representa al trabajo artesanal y al ayni (reciprocidad).

Verde: representa a la allpamama (naturaleza), a los frutos de la tierra, el trabajo del campo, a la economía comunitaria autosuficiente, a la abundancia de alimentos, de minerales, a Yaku Mama (Madre Agua).

Azul: representa al Hanan Pacha, mundo cósmico, al universo, entidades del Cosmos, energía sami (sutil) y energía jucha (densa), energías cósmico telúricas, a la Chakana (Constelación Cruz del Sur), al sistema Matemático fractal.

Violeta: representa a los Ayllus, Markas y Llajtas (comunidades, regiones y naciones), al Inka como la expresión de la evolución y el poder político y comunitario del Tawantinsuyu; representa a todas las organizaciones comunitarias sociales de desarrollo y dirección gubernamental.

Si se unen cuatro Wiphalas en un centro común con un determinado alineamiento de colores, se forma la Chakana (Chaka Hanan, Cruz del Sur), puente al mundo espiritual, al Cosmos.

Historiadores ubican el origen de la Wiphala en comunidades del Lago Titicaca, en el actual límite entre Bolivia y Perú, las cuales identificaban sus balsas de totora con insignias con los colores del arcoíris. También se hallaron restos de un estandarte con características similares en la actual costa peruana del océano pacífico con una antigüedad de 800 años. Si bien la Wiphala fue utilizada históricamente por las comunidades andino amazónicas, “posteriormente fue tomada por muchas comunidades indígenas de distinto origen que se sintieron representadas con este emblema de lucha por los derechos de los pueblos originarios, hasta llegar a todas las comunidades indígenas del Abya Yala (América)”, afirman los amautas.

Pero sabemos que cada Pueblo o Comunidad tiene su SIMBOLO, pero la Wiphala fue adoptada por varios Pueblos y la vemos en las Marchas.

Incluso, los miembros del Consejo de Amautas Indígenas del Tawantinsuyu van más allá y aseguran que NO hace falta pertenecer a un pueblo originario para sentirse representado por la Whipala.

“En este nuevo Pachakutyk (ciclo cósmico de 500 años de luz) se han abierto a toda la humanidad las puertas del conocimiento, el sentir y la sabiduría que en un principio se originó en los runas (hombres de origen andino amazónico)”, señalan, y agregan que “todos los que nos consideramos hijos de Pachamama y vivimos de acuerdo a sus procesos naturales, somos indígenas sin diferencias de color de piel, de cabellos, ojos o vestimenta. La Unancha y la Wiphala nos representan y nos hermanan en todos los extremos del Abya Yala (América) y del mundo. Donde exista una Wiphala o una Unancha estará representado el amor y el respeto al universo, a Pachamama, a los animales, a las plantas, a la tierra, a las comunidades y a la allpa mama (naturaleza)”.

Fuente: Libro Wiphala Wanka

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[vishnavishivaa]

Maraveno- A VanMozhi OS

Kandariyadhada Kandu has now expanded into Maraveno andK Kandariyadhadha Kandu- I am going to call this an OS and the next one its sequel. 

*****

His sister wanted him at Pazhayarai immediately. 

He knew the code for this- Chozha Nadu was in even more danger than before, and it worried him. He also noted that she had once more purposely excluded details about Vanathi in her olai. He was debating on how to phrase a question about Vanathi to Vanthiyathevar, when the man said, “I have one more olai for you, Ilavarase.”

He looked at Vanthiyar, suddenly curious. Could it be his.. ‘No no, Arulmozhi, stop thinking she will send you an olai, no matter how much you yearn for it.’

He shook his head through Vanthiyar’s banter with Nambi, still curious about the olai. He looked at Vanthiyar, who stepped forward, saying, “Kodumbalur Ilavarasi Vanathi Devi anuppiyadhu. (Kodumbalur Ilavarasi Vanathi Devi has sent).” 

“Olai koduthanupinaala? (She sent an olai?)” he asked, shocked, awed, and just a little confused. He took the olai, hearing Vanthiyar talk of how she had sent it in secret. But his eyes were on the cover, the purposeful design on it, probably hand stitched by Vanathi- the elephant and flower alternate design told him everything he needed to know. She had kept him in her thoughts, and hopefully her heart. His eyes traced the cover as he smiled, knowing his eyes held that hint of absolute love her name evoked in him. He slid the thread out, hearing Vanthiyar and Nambi banter still, their words registering in some sort of his brain, though all he was focused on was her olai. 

He opened the olai as Nambi and Vanthiyar left, thankful that he could pursue her words alone. He could feel a smile erupt on his face as his eyes were graced with her handwriting. This was the first time he had seen it with his eyes, and he felt like they had been touched by the cooling rays of the moon. 

‘Thodudaiya Seviyan Vidai Eriyor 

ThooVenmathi Soodi- Kaadudaiya

Sudalai Podi Pusi En

Ullam Kavar Kalvan,’ he read the soothing Thevaram sung by Thirugnanasambandhar in a fit of Divine devotion at the young age of three. His eyes stayed on the term Ullam Kavar Kalvan for a moment longer, and then he continued to read the other three verses she had added. Every pearl-like meaning stood in front of him like he had learnt it only a day ago. 

‘Edudaiya malaran munai naal

Panindhetha arul seydha-

Peedudaiya piramapura meviya

Pemman ivan andre,’ he smiled further, reading this,delighted that she remembered their conversation about the same Thevaram well enough to send him it, just as he was wondering about her. 

He read the next three verses than she had sent, joy filling his heart, and he lowered the scroll, smiling, remembering her beautiful brown eyes, sparkling with life and mischief, of her soft expressions, her curved jawline and coral red lips, whose smile dimpled her glowing, golden cheeks. 

“Unnai endrum maraven, anbe, (How will I ever forget you, my love?)” he whispered, tucking her scroll into a special cabinet, to read whenever he felt he needed her. 

Hopefully, this will tide him over till he meets her again!

****

He could feel himself sink in deeper and deeper, his dream from the previous night flashing in his eyes. 

It was his beloved Kodumbalur maiden, holding an aarati thattu and standing at the banks of the Ponni. He felt and saw her lean down, and admired her loose plait, falling down her back like a vine, as she placed flowers in prayer to Ponni thaai. 

“Ponniyin Selvare, come back home safely,” her sweet voice said, and he had felt his heart fill when he saw the yearning in her eyes reflect the state of his heart. Did she know what he felt, he wondered. 

‘I will come home to you, Vanathi. To you and to Akka,’ he thought, just as he saw his sister come up behind Vanathi and touch her shoulder. Both faces held worry, worry that he wanted to wipe from their faces, and bring back smiles. 

And now…

And now, would he go back home?

Yes he will.

‘piththA piRai sUdI perumAnE aruLALA

eththAn maRavAdhE -ninaikkindREn manaththu unnai

vaiththAy peNNaith thenbAl veNNey -nallUr aruL thuRaiyuL

aththA unakku ALAy ini allEn enal AmE’

Arulmozhi Varman sank into the Ocean, completely Surrendering to Shiva, praying that his Emperuman would take him back to where he belonged. 

Where his Emperuman took him, there he would be.

**********

Vanathi had been living a huskless life for some time now. 

Ever since the departure of her Ponniyin Selvar, her life had seemed less colourful. There had been no communication directly with him- though he did ask after her every time he sent a message to Akka. And Kundavai Akka teased her a lot about it. 

But Vanathi had cherished his questions, for it meant he thought about her too sometimes, though she knew he was occupied with so many things in Eezham, the largest of which was to craft war strategies and protect his army as much as he can. 

But that she was there on his mind enough that he always asked after her- she blushed, a smile on her face just because of him. 

But now.. 

At least her Thevar was okay, she thought, as she watched him from where she sat at his feet, the fever not quite subsiding. 

She had had a few days of complete lifelessness, of a loss that her lamp indicated had not happened, and yet the words she had heard…

“Ponniyin Selvar had drowned in the sea!”

Even now she wanted to close her ears, just hearing those words ringing in her mind and heart, as if on loop. 

“Thevare, thevare,” she whispered, gently pressing his feet. “Calm, Thevare.”

She continued massaging his feet, thankful as he calmed down, as if her touch had inspired that calmness in him. She hoped she could help him a little at least, and continued her ministrations, moving to the head of his bed, running her hand through his luscious hair.

“Anbe,” she whispered softly, mumbling sweet, loving words of reassurance, unaware that he was hearing every word, and aching to reciprocate each of them with the love he too held for her. 

She continued running her hand through his hair, before suddenly remembering that she had Vibhuti from Ishvara to apply for him. She removed her hand, a whimper leaving his mouth. She looked at him worried and hopeful. 

Had he woken up? 

But that was not the case. He was still having a restless fever. Sadly sighing, she took the Vibhuti, applying it on his forehead gently, singing, “Manthiram Avadhu Neeru…”

*****

Arulmozhi saw his sister in front of him, as he finally opened his eyes after days of restless fever. 

“Iru veera ilavarasargalukku naduvil valarndhaval naan (I have grown up amidst two brave warrior princes). I shouldn’t cry. Make me laugh.” 

Oh Akka, how he had missed her. 

“When I wasn’t there, did you find some man and capture his heart, Akka?” He asked, delighted to see the mild blush that alighted his sister’s cheeks. So his understanding hadn’t been wrong. 

“Poda. Vanthiyathevan said…” she looked flustered, and he couldn’t help but rejoice in the fact. 

“Oh, avar dhaana adhu? (Oh, is it him?)” He sat up slowly, knowing he was being watched and be turned around, meeting the doe eyes of his Vanathi, her eyes filled with hope, joy, relief and tears. His knee jerk reaction was to get up and go to her, cup her cheeks and wipe the tears away, kiss her forehead and hold her close to him. But the moment she saw him looking at her, she hid, once again. 

He turned his focus back to his sister, ignoring the smirk that danced in her eyes, focusing on the details that they had to discuss. 

****

Arulmozhi was going crazy. 

Where was his beautiful maiden? Why was she not here? The one who was to be his wife? 

He still remembered his Akka’s words, which had made him light up like the Sun. 

“Arulmozhi, another important thing. Patti and Amma are of the opinion that you and Vanathi should get married as soon as this mess is sorted out. I also believe so. Would you be amenable to that?” 

Would he be amenable to that? 

To marry his beloved? With whom he has already exchanged rings? Who still seemed to hide from him? 

Hmm, what was he to do? 

He lit up, smiling widely. All he needed was a scroll, some ink, and Vanthiyar!

****

I am doing a separate post on the Thevarams, which is why I have not explained them here. 

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[andean-deer]

tagging system for andean-deer (deer god)

🦌

SUPPORT

ayni — reciprocity, for community organizations

yanapa — aid, for individuals or families

LIFE

sumaq kawsay — living life deliciously

ñuqa — me … (ñuqapta — mine)

shunqu kamasqa — things i cherish / heart artifacts

shunqu allpa — places i love / heart lands

uyakuna — faces

shimikuna — words

runakuna — people (warmikuna — women, qarikuna — men)

ayllu — family / herd / pride / clan

🏺🏷️ — trowellers

☀️🌙 — two-spiritedness

🌈 — queerness

🦏 — butchness

🦋 — transness

⎇ — alterhumanity

⛓️ — kinkiness

t’ipip — sex

chawpit’ipip — intersex (i am not intersex, but want to make it clear that this is a safe space for intersex people. especially those of andean descent. you have every right to be here and voice your concerns.)

kamamanta — gender

yananchay — sexuality

yuquy — sexual intercourse

pampayruna — sex workers

wachaytaqkuna — parents (mamakuna — mothers, taytakuna — fathers)

wawakuna — babies

warikuna — siblings

masikuna — friends

qatu — markets / the vibe

🕯️🪶— a circling of condors: the cycles

wañuy & ismuy — death & decay: vulture culture tag

uywakuna — animals

yurakuna — plants

waytakuna — flowers

llamakuna — llamas

pakukuna — alpacas

wanakukuna — guanacos

wikuñakuna — vicuñas

lluychukuna — cervidae

asukakuna — pinnipeds

ukukukuna — bears

allqukuna — canines

usqukuna — felines

atuqkuna — culpeos

pishqukuna — birds

urpikuna — doves, pigeons

tapyamach’aqwaykuna — caecilians

mach’aqwaykuna — snakes

challwakuna — fish

palamakuna — insects

suntukuna — beetles

pillpintukuna — butterflies

wakakuna — bovines

wisuntikuna — bison

antilupikuna — antelopes

qasillikuna — gazelles

sasínkuna — indian antelopes

sprinqwukkuna — springboks

hirinukkuna — gerenuks

tiwataqkuna — dibatags

kichkawaqrakuna — pronghorns

chitakuna — sheep

kawrakuna — goats

kawallukuna — equines

hyinakuna — hyaenidae

surrukuna — foxes

tiwrunkuna — sharks

wallina tiwrunkuna — whale sharks

ART

kapchiy — art

taki kapchiy — music

ruk’asqa kapchiy — digital art

kawsachiy — animation

kuyu walltaykuna — films

llimpiykuna — paintings

achala — jewelry

muru llamk’ay — beadwork

p’achakuna — textiles

pallaykuna — patterns

ch’iquy — sculpture

k’aprakuna — pottery / ceramics

pukllanakuna — toys / figurines

willarinakuna — stories, tales, and books

arawikuna — poetry

TIME

pachakuti — revolution & upheaval

ñawpa pacha — yesterday / the past

mawk’arumi pacha — paleolithic / old stone age

chullunku pacha — pleistocene / ice age

rimasqa ruwakipay — oral tradition

mushuqrumi pacha — neolithic / new stone age

qillqasqa pacha — literate age

runamasi pacha — pre-inka period

tawantinsuyu pacha — inka period

kamaychallimanta pacha — industrial age

kunan pacha — today / the present

ruk’asqa pacha — digital age

qipa pacha — tomorrow / the future

runa pacha — decolonial age

THE SACRED

[HANAQ PACHA]

Pachamama — cosmos and everything within

Tayta Inti — sun & sweat

Mama Killa — moon & tears

Pani Ch’aska Quyllur — beauty, flowers, divination, and love

Wawqi Illapa — rain, thunder, lightning, and war

Chuqi Chinchay Qaqya — great dancer!

[KAY PACHA]

Allpamama — earth, new life, and the harvest

Akshu Mama — mother potato!

Apu Urquchillay — shepherd

Mama Uqllu — motherhood, spinning and weaving

Urpi Wachaq — mother doves & fish!

Mama Nina — mother flames!

[UKU PACHA]

Mama Qutra — mother waters!

Supay — death, life, shadows, puppetry, uku pacha

Apu Urkawari — guardian of precious metals

Ñawpa Runa — those really sacred ancient ones

Ayakuna — ancestors <3

[THE FEARS]

The Hunt — primal fear

The Web — intrinsic fear

THINGS

. mikuna — for recipes & stuff

. maskapay — research & archaeology

. chaniyuq — important or helpful information

. munay — things i really really want and/or need

. q’ipina — backpack: where i put language resources

[womens-knitwear]

[shamanflavio]

You Deserve Nothing

So often, I have clients telling me they believe they deserve certain things in their life now. Although I am very sympathetic when I hear this and understand where they are coming from, I also know that the dynamics of life don’t work that way. Thinking like that only sets us up for more frustration and anger when those things don’t materialize. There is a better mindset that fosters a very…