#this empty existence

[saraminia]

Life's so fun! 🙃 (Been crying all evening since I came home from work)

[dreamyblanket]

Yearning from the nothing dimension [rambling in tags ^^]

[ko-existing]

Saying "anything is possible" is an understatement.

by Being_is_IT / Twitter

Q: Because it is dream-like, anything is possible. So there’s no actual problems, right?

A: Yes, anything or any situation is possible. There is no actual restriction or limit. But it seems to the Mind that there are full of restrictions and limits. Yes, no actual problems, but just like in a dream, there seems to be full of problems. This is the magic that only SELF can appreciate. Saying "anything is possible" is an understatement.

Human language can't describe this magic. It's infinitely more magical than you can ever imagine. It is so magical that it can appear to have no magic. It's so magical that insubstantiality can appear substantial.

It's so magical that space-less and timeless can appear as space and time. It's so magical that absolute perfection can appear as if it is imperfect. That's how magic works. The Mind complains that there is no freedom.

But this is exactly how unconditional freedom appears to be. So, "feeling in bondage" is indeed an illusion projected by the Mind. The Mind complains that everything is hard and solid and there are so many hardships to overcome in life. Although such feelings of hardships may appear to be very obvious, it is an illusion projected by the Mind. This is exactly how the magic functions, illusions always appear very real.

Otherwise, illusion won't be illusion. If you don't get what I am talking about, just remind yourself how real a dream plotline feels until it pops. Through continuous noticing, your innate sensitivity will automatically increase, there will come a moment you will discover this magic while the current plotline seemingly continuing to proceed.

[chickenscribbles]

Everything functions perfectly fine without you.

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

What is tragic with Verso (not the painted one) is that. he's haunting the story through and through. His ghost is present everywhere. He is everywhere. The story revolves around him and what he left behind. The lingering fragments of his soul his family refuses to let die and join him to the grave, so much that they end up bastardizing it. Painted Verso isn't Verso but how Aline perceives her son in her mind. He Who Guards Truth With Lies/the Mask Keeper isn't Verso but how Renoir perceives his son in his mind. The Young Boy isn't quite Verso either. He's what is left of him, but mostly what he was as a kid when the painting was first painted. The Verso who died wasn't a child, he had lived more, he had changed. Sure, he still loved his dogs and his plushy and his trains but he was far more than that, and he was also someone who escaped being understood and known, who could be genuine and sincere but who still put on a lot of masks and appearances. I don't think he was unknown but he sure is for the players. You can only get to know Verso through others or through the little that remains of him from - mainly - when he was a child. The only clear scene and knowledge we have of him is from just before he was taken by the fire - he's trying to comfort his little sister as fire surrounds them, most likely ('you're okay' sounds clearly like a lie in this situation too) - the only knowledge we have of him is that he's dead (he died and his likely last words were a lie - a comforting lie, but one nonetheless.). He died protecting his sister. It's his only line. The Young Boy is both Verso when he was young and that version that has to deal with the consequences that his own(ish) death brought. A fragment whose memory is fading and that has to suffer his family's grief. He wants to have fun and laugh and be with his sister. He doesn't remember her name. He falls silent each time. His cinematic has him only paint, unable to talk. What's left of Verso wants to be at peace, to be at rest finally. The only thing we know of Verso is that he's dead and unknowable. He was a musician. I'm going to scream.

[wigglebox]

Supernatural September - Day 4 | Glitch

Canonically, Dean never said Cas’ name after the fake phone call in 15.19. Canonically, while Bobby said Cas “Helped” revamp Heaven into a Heaven that Dean “deserved,” Cas never showed up. Canonically, Dean left that heaven, which contained his family, to go “find family.”

There is a glitch that is Cas-shaped, and Dean knows it.

[redstalkingdeath]

Show being insane again:

ANYONE seeing this scene out of context would absolutely think he just woke up to find his husband's side of the bed empty, and went looking for him to tell him to come back to bed👀

You can't convince me otherwise!

Censorship who?!

[mobius-m-mobius]

Mobius, I know you’re trying to help me, but we should be dealing with the bigger problem here. He Who Remains.

[2k17-xanax-girl]

[starry-bi-sky]

It's 10PM.

It's 10PM and Danny is fourteen, standing in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. There are stitches in her side and a vice grip on the sink ledge, her fingers are stained a dried red. She was fixing the stitching. Her back is bruised -- as is many places -- and her throat is sore from a power she didn't know she could use -- until today, that is.

She's fourteen. It's 10PM.

Her family was supposed to die today. They would've, if not for Clockwork and his kindness. She can't get the choking smell of ash and dust and burning gas out of her nose.

Her family should be dead. They're not. They're alive.

So why can't she get the rock out of her stomach, the urge to vomit out of her throat?

Danny didn't save her family. Clockwork did.

She can't get the sound of that other her out of her head. The cold laughter out of her ears. That woman wasn't Danny, and yet she was wearing her face. Both living and dead, she was wearing her face.

She drags a hand through her hair, and then down her face. Her hair is gross. Dirty with grime and oil and sweat, it plasters to her head, it itches the back of her ears, it prickles the nape of her neck.

That other her had long hair like her. Long and flowing and white fire. White hair and blood red eyes. Her face, matured, staring back at her. Danny doesn't know what her name is, she never asked. She's been calling that other her 'Me' in her head.

It's not her, but that Me is a part of her. So it's just as worse.

Danny didn't save her family; Clockwork did. Her hands are shaking, her legs are shivering. There was no control today. Everything felt like a moving train -- fast, unstoppable, speeding down one track and by the time you hit the brakes, it's too late. Someone's already been hit.

Danny Fenton should've begun her downward spiral today. Her downward spiral into villainy. She didn't. Because of Clockwork. Only because of Clockwork.

He was the one that showed her the future. Hew as the one that saved her family. Not Danny.

Jazz says when someone feels like their life is out of control, they tend to make desperate changes to themselves in order to feel like they regain it.

She reaches for the scissors.

They're thin, not meant for hair. For thread. It's from the first aid kit.

She grabs them anyways, and grabs a fistful of hair.

There's no thought behind it, just numbness all over. Numbness, and an icy fear. It doesn't all cut in one fell swoop; she has to saw, just a little bit.

Her eyes never leave the mirror. Blue eyes stare back at her, blue eyes she's been steadily becoming unable to recognize. In the end, she's holding a chunk of her once-long hair in her hands, a thousand-yard stare staring back at her, and with an uneven haircut that tickles her neck.

Her vision stings. Her throat grows thick and ugly. Tears bleed into her eyes. A whine, a wail, swells in the back of her mouth, and pins itself between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Mom and Dad sleep, safe in their beds. Jazz is asleep, safe, in her bed.

She drops the hair in her hands and lets it scatter across the floor, she drops the scissors and it clunks clumsily, loudly against the floor. She's half afraid that it'll wake them all up. But no one stirs.

She reaches forward, grips her fingers against the ledge of the mirror, and opens it to reveal the cabinet behind it. Finally, her reflection won't look at her.

Turning numbly to pick up the scattered first aid kit across the floor. There is a grief is lodged between the climbing bars of her ribs, stuck like a pebble in between the grooves of a shoe.

She cleans up the bathroom silently. She wipes the blood off the tile and puts the first aid kit back where it belongs, and gathers up the discarded hair to throw away.

She mourns the whole time, flinging the tears from her lashes with every blink. In the end, she half limps over to the door. Her fingers linger over the light switch.

Bye-bye, Danny, she thinks. She doesn't turn around to look at the mirror.

If that is who Danny becomes, Martha simply won't be her anymore.

She turns the light off, and doesn't look back.

[timetoddddavis]

There's something in episodes 8-9 as a two-part story specifically. Something in the contrast between Kuon's attachment and Fire Candle's attachment.

Of course there's the 'losing destroys you/losing is just one thing that can happen to you', which rules obviously, but I really attached to something else:

With Kuon's argument, the more you lose the more damaged you become, and because of course in his view healing is impossible when someone becomes too damaged, Hoeru is an empty person. There's nothing in there anymore. There's just a shambling husk. Hoeru is a broken cup that keeps trying to carry water, it just can't.

But Fire Candle says 'when I fight him, I can feel the shape of his soul'.

Fighting him defines Fire Candle's... fire, right? His sense of self. Like even if he loses every fight, that fire still burns, and that's proof of his own existence. By extension, that fire defines the edges of Hoeru's existence. The fire touches something, and by doing so marks out the borders of the thing that is Hoeru. Even if it's 'empty space', the space is still solid and defined.

Without knowing that was something Kuon said to Hoeru, or knowing that Kuon's argument even existed, Fire Candle gives Hoeru proof of his own self.

I just think that's neat.

[ko-existing]

if you directly see what’s going on—this whole play of life as a “dream story” and not Actuality—then you’ll see that telling someone or not telling them doesn’t make a difference. Why? Because “someone” isn’t actually a "separate someone" and this whole dynamic is part of the same appearance.

Think of it like a dream at night: in that dream, you interact with others. Maybe you try to tell someone in the dream, “This is just a dream!” Whether they agree, argue, or ignore you, does it make a difference when you wake up? None of it carried over into waking life because it was all part of the dream story, just as their reaction was.

The same applies here. Whether you share this or not, nothing is ultimately “achieved” by anyone because nothing is ever actually happening to anyone. It’s all just appearances playing out, spontaneously, effortlessly.

You can decide to do it or not. No difference

The spontaneous and yet calculated "decision" to share comes from the same source as everything else, the same way a decision to eat, speak, or laugh arises—just because.

Traditional Swamis or teachers like Rupert Spira, Alan Watts or random people—they share not because they’re fixing the dream you see as broken and flawed but because it’s simply what appears to be happening, for the expression of it.

So, you can share if it arises naturally, just as you’d interact with people in a dream for the experience of it. But understand that their reaction—whether they “get it” or don’t—makes no difference to 'you', "Actuality", what’s always here: that foundation of "Beingness", unshaken and untouched by appearances.

If you really notice this directly, you’ll see there’s no real conflict, no real loss, just the flow of appearances. Whether they cry or laugh, agree or not, it’s all equally part of this.

No one will understand if you don't see it directly. If you see yourself to be one little human then ofc there are a million things you feel destined to fix. See the Foundation and everythingg else is clear.

Whatever you do with that, is still an appearance.

[your-ne1ghbor]

Real

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[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[dailykeiji]

today’s keiji is: whatever this is

[nenehyuuchiha]

I want to read comics with Steph, from the beginning and all, but for that I will have to endure reading about my nemesis, Tim Drake the fictional character with the most annoying fans in the fandom.