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Vandaya, the goddess of knowledge is also the goddess of fire and vengeance. So a saying for pissing someone off/doing something unforgivable is "to burn a book".

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these are different brands creating sustainable jewellery and some are working in collab with charities in order to help bring the ocean back to life aswell

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@laerke.overgaard.nielsen drinking coffee in bed wearing Bali Bracelet from VANDAYA 💆🏽‍♀☕ yes you read it correctly! We have changed the name from Floral Gold Cuff to Bali Bracelet 🌺 You Can check out all the new product names at www.vandaya.com 💗 we have also added a FREE GIFT that you can check out, read the product description on how you can redeem your FREE GIFT 🌺 We love when you share your styling of your vandaya jewellery. Tag us and use #vandaya for a feature 💙🐚 (her: Copenhagen, Dennmark) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNZ3nPGg62W/?igshid=18yttzp63mfys

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2022年2月3日，星期四（印度标准时间），帕冉玛希我含点化项目第 2 天，尼希亚南达英语共修讲座 。

晚上 10:47 - 印度教最高教皇 普世灵性导师 圣尊尼希亚南达 帕冉玛希瓦上师现身达显直播，与神圣直接连接（Shakti Pada)以及与神圣间接连接（Shaktini Pada）。

印度标准时间晚上10：55至第二天中午12：03 — 尼希亚南达共修讲座。

*我以我的爱和敬意欢迎你们所有人。

*帕冉玛希瓦的直接来自大凯拉萨的信息：

*今天的点化是关于自发三摩地（Sahaja Samadhi）。

*无依余三摩地（Nirvikalpa Samadhi），是一种深度的放开，当他成为你生物记忆的一部分——如果你甚至在你一整天的工作当中，都能安住在这种状态——那就叫自发三摩地（Sahaja Samadhi）。

*当无依余三摩地（Nirvikalpa Samadhi）成为了终极无依余三摩地（Sada Nirvikalpa Samadhi），它就是自发三摩地（Sahaja Samadhi）。

*现在，在帕冉玛希瓦的恩典下，我将要直接向你们倾注阿卡沙·派拉瓦（Akasha Bhairava）。

*Akasha Bhairava是纯净的能量，就像金黄色液体。我将通过这些咒语将金黄色液体注入你的丹田轮（Swadhisthana）。

*我拥有这些咒语。这些强有力的声音将融合帕冉玛希瓦的能量并像 Akasha Bhairava 一样倾注在你的体内。

*阿卡沙·派拉瓦（Akasha Bhairava）是自发三摩地之主。

*当阿卡沙·派拉瓦倾注到你的体内，你就被点化活在自发三摩地（Sahaja Samadhi）中。

*你们都安顿下来。我祝福你们所有人。有这么多人在祈求恩典。我会满足这一切的。

*Ma Nithya Nishkrodhananda Monica，祝福你。

*Maya Das，祝福你。我会满足所有你想要的恩惠。我应允你的祈求。你会与我同在，我会与你同在。祝福。

*现在坐下做好准备。我要倾入这火热的金黄色液体。它感觉起来就是这样的。当阿卡沙·派拉瓦进入你的丹田轮，你会看到这金黄色液体被倒入你的丹田轮。因此所有模式都将消失了。

如果你想要你的宠物和孩子也接受点化，就把他们都带来。我将用这种纯净的金黄色液体充盈他们。

*如果你想为你的个人专属灵迦（Atma Linga）注入能量，你可以带上它。甚至如果你想要为一杯水或热巧克力注入能量，即使你现在并不想喝它，但是希望它能够被阿卡沙·派拉瓦注入能量，你也可以把它放在屏幕前。

*这将像一场强大的爆炸，因为我将使用《阿戈玛经》中的非常强大的咒语，是阿卡沙·派拉瓦直接给予的。祂就是这个咒语的导师（Acharya）。阿南达·派拉瓦是给予阿卡沙·派拉瓦咒语的圣人，意思是派拉瓦圣尊给予派拉瓦咒语。

*安顿下来，我将点化你们所有人。*

（注：上师念诵咒语给予点化）

*Om, Om, Om

*Om Mahaganapataye Namaha

*Om ..

*Om Akasha Bhairava Mala Mantra .. Gayatri Chandah…Om Shaktih. Siddhyarbhishta…

*Om Ram Reem Room Rowm Raim. Om Om Om …

*Kanishtabhyam Vaushat Kritya

*Dhyayet Akasha Bhairavam

*Om Om Om…

*Om Namo Bhagavate Akasha Bhairavaya ..

*Raksha Raksha Hreem Hreem Kleem Ksham Hleem Kseem Vyom Kleem Brahmane Swaha

*Om…

*Om Namo Bhagavate Akasha Bhairavaya

*Vigna Chetam Kuru Kuru Raksha Raksha Hreem Hreem Kleem Ksham Vyom Kleem Hreem Ksheem Heem Brahmane Swaha

*Om Om Om…

*Om Namo Bhagavate Akasha Bhairavaya Nikila Loka .. Ralaya Akila Puri Samhara Karanaya .. Brahma Kapala Malalankritaya.. Pakshanaya..Mahabalavakrama..Vimochanaya Mantra Yantra Tantra Vidya ..Prasanna .. Agaccha Mamabhistam .. Abheshaya Aveshaya .. Pramaya Pramaya Travaya Travaya ,.Siddhaya ..Pashaya… Bhutapreta Pishachaya.. Padaya Mochaya Kumbaya ..Tadaya Trodaya Bhedaya Sadhaya Chanda Bataitbedhaya ..Sangarshaya Sankramaya Praveshaya Sobhaya Todaya Kedaya Darjaya Nadaya Rodaya Kadaya Vedaya ..Andaya Rundaya Nandaya Vandaya Om Heem Hreem Kleem Kalyana Karanaya Abhirathananda Mahabhoga..

*Om.. Melaya Prabanna ..Prativadana Tahana Amritatira..Saharsra Koti Ucchadaya Vebaya Tabaya Seshaya Mohaya Lotaya Sotaya Grinha Ananta Vasuki..Mahapadma Shanka Kulika ..Bhushanaya Tahara..Nashaya Pashaya Bhasmi Kuru Bhakta Jana Vallabhaiya ..Taga Taga Sarva Shatru..Vidveshasya Utsahaya Utbataya Padaya Sadhaya Saadhaya Taha Pacha.. Boshaya .. Maraya ..Sikshaya Samasta Bhutam Shikshaya Hreem Hreem Kleem.. Ksham.. Ababtuttaranaya .. Doshaya Bhushaya Balaya Sheelaya Krodha Lobha .. Smaya Damaya Rashaya Drashaya Tamaya Samaya ..Tarani Somatmaka Sariraya Samataboradidiksha ..Tapaya Tapaya Prabaya Prabaya Kuru Kuru Raksha Raksha Kleem Hreem Shreem Brahmhene Swaha..

Pratasthayam Mantrah Om Om Om..

*Om Namo Bhagavate Akasha Bhairavaya

Hreem Hreem Kleem Vigna Chedam..

*Om Om Om Om…

*Om Namo Bhagavate Akasha Bhairavaya

Om Shreem Hreem Kleem.. Vigna Chetam Kuru Kuru Raksha Raksha Hreem Hreem Kleem Ksham Vyom Kleem Hreem Ksheem Heem Brahmane Swaha

*身为帕冉玛希瓦的在世显化者，身为阿卡沙·派拉瓦（Akasha Bhairava）的源头，我祝福你们所有人都处于无依余三摩地（Nirvikalpa）和自发三摩地（Sahaja Samadhi）中，永恒喜悦地与帕冉玛希瓦处于无上合一（Paramadvaita）中。让你们所有人显化所有的财富、健康、吉祥与神性（Ishwaratva）。

*唵（Om）, 唵，唵

*要超越自我怀疑、自我憎恨、自我否定的妄想——让你们都显化帕冉玛希瓦将无上合一境界（Paramadvaita）与帕冉玛希瓦之道（Paramaishwaratva）；让你们都显化所有的财富、健康、吉祥、实现愿望（Ishta Siddhi）和八大妙成就（Ashta Siddhi ）；显化所有伟大的非凡能力以及无上合一。

注：八大妙成就（Ashta Siddhi ）包括：无限小（Anima）、无限大（Laghima）、无限重（Garima）、创造力（Mahima）、虔诚（Easatva）、征服（Vasatva）、实现目标（Praakamya）和心想事成（Iccha）。

*唵（Om）, 唵，唵

*我以此祝福你们所有人。

*让我们所有人都散发出一致性、真实性、责任感、丰富他人、促成他人、活在无上全然合一 的境界（Shuddhadvaita Shaivam, Paramadvaitam

）里——帕冉玛希瓦的凯拉萨以及大凯拉萨的境界、空间、力量、存在和超意识。

*帕冉玛希我含。嗡，尼希亚南达，帕冉玛希我含（Paramashivoham. Om Nithyananda Paramashivoham.）

*永恒的喜悦，尼希亚南达。

*谢谢，祝福你！

英文原文：https://www.facebook.com/ParamahamsaNithyananda/posts/500493368110166

视频：https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7zmzjyKUyo

~ 尼希亚南达中文翻译小组

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#财富

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The Drop

Nuisance

Warnings: Whumper pov, very broken bones, blood, a bit of suffocation mention

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It was a beautiful winter day. The sky was blue without a cloud in sight, and the air was cold and crystal clear. A bit too cold to sit on a park bench and read, yet that was what Cedric was doing. What he had been doing for almost a week now, returning each morning to this idyllic spot, overlooking the busy pathways between the inner city and the palace district.

His gloved hands flipped the page of the heavy, leather bound and gold embossed volume on his lap. It was old, and worth a fortune; copied by hand, some pages even sporting illustrations. The content, however, was less exciting. Some religious nonsense he had no patience for.

Instead of focusing on the words, he let his thoughts wander, keeping a loose grip on his magic as he did so. Countless feet were plodding along the sandy paths, a steady rhythm at the back of his mind. Sand was a strange thing to reach out to or to control. Not one solid energy, like a rock or gemstone, but thousands, millions of grains, always in motion. Focusing on them for too long left him restless, his thoughts buzzing.

After an adequate amount of time, Cedric flipped to the next page, without having read a single word. In the distance, the bells tolled, telling him that it would soon be time. It hadn’t been hard to get a copy of the guards’ roster, and to figure out which son of a mok had been on duty the day he had found Merridy. Learning his daily routine had been trivial as well. 

The fucker always took the same path, at the same time. Always stopped at the same stall, buying himself either breakfast, or lunch for later. A married couple ran the little business of fried dough and sausages, alternating each day who was manning the stand. On the days it was the woman’s turn, this asshole was twice as rude, twice as arrogant and twice as condescending as usual. Using his uniform to bully others into showing him respect he didn’t deserve was one of the many small details sealing his imminent fate. It hadn’t surprised Cedric in the slightest to learn that apparently, he was also beating his own wife.

Cedric looked up, a serene smile on his face, obviously enjoying the sun. His gloved hand rested on the open book, so the slight breeze wouldn’t make the pages flutter. As he let his gaze wander, he found the person he had been waiting for. The man was wearing the guards’ uniform, a warm coat loosely draped over it, and was following his usual path with large, confident steps.

Cedric didn’t allow any hint of recognition onto his features. In fact, he didn’t look directly at his target at all. Instead, he looked at the empty flower beds further down the path, wondering what the gardeners might plant there come spring, and admired the trees behind them—poplars, if his memory served him right. He closed his eyes for a moment, his face turned towards the sun, as he reached out with his magic, tracing the man’s steps.

The motion in which he lowered his gaze back to his book was lazy and calm. It showed no hint of the effort it cost him to scan the surrounding area for any kind of movement. The last two days, the man hadn’t been alone when he had passed Cedric. Today, it seemed like he would be. The disturbance his footsteps caused was isolated, a single trail of ripples in Cedric’s perception. He didn’t look up, deeply engrossed in his book, slowly flipping the page again. The next one showed a drawing, clean lines of black ink on the yellowed parchment. Vandaya, the goddess of fire, knowledge and revenge. How fitting.

There was no warning sound, no rumbling of the earth. One moment, the man was walking, the next the ground gave way under him. A sinkhole, people would find. A natural cavern that had always been there, the ceiling weakened from countless years of rain, and countless people walking over it, day after day.

The hole in the ground spread quickly, but not too far. When it came to a shuddering halt, spilling out a small cloud of dust, single clumps of dirt and grass continued to tumble down into the unknown depths. It was only four, maybe five steps in diameter.

People screamed. People ran. The merchant woman—poor thing, she was too far away to be in any danger, but she didn’t know that—abandoned her stall, running for the park’s exit with the part of the crowd that had decided to flee. Others stood paralyzed, staring at the spectacle, not daring to go closer. 

Cedric raised his head slowly, putting his gloved hand back on the page before he lifted his gaze from it. The ruckus had obviously disturbed his concentration, so he allowed himself a slight scowl as he looked at the gaping hole in the ground. His magic encircled it, making sure it would spread no further, would not endanger anyone else. 

The man was writhing on the ground, four steps below the surface of the earth. If he screamed or called for help, his voice didn’t carry this far. The warmth of his body pressed against the icy floor, making it easy for Cedric to pinpoint where he was, without having to see him. Smaller flickers of warmth moved across the hard packed earth, perhaps his hands, trying to find anything to grab, to pull himself up.

The ground shuddered again, and a part of the ceiling that had held so far came crashing down. The movement stopped, warmth seeping into rocks and debris piled over the now motionless body. More people started to run, and Cedric finally got up.

He carefully closed the book, making sure not to crease the pages, and put it in the bag hanging at his side. Then he picked up his cane, twisting it in his hand as he looked around. The sinkhole blocked his way back into the inner city. He could have walked around it, but it had rained the night before, and the grass was still wet. His shoes were definitely too expensive to mistreat them in such a way.

When he turned his head to the other side, he found that the remaining people had crowded together. They were talking, and pointing, and someone called for help. Still, no one dared to approach the hole. 

No one but Cedric. Slowly and carefully, he set one foot in front of the other, pausing after each step. He had to make sure the ground would hold, didn’t he? Someone called out to him, but he didn’t turn around or acknowledge it in any other way. He allowed his feet to carry him almost to the edge of the hole. It looked indeed quite dangerous, as if cut straight into the ground with a knife. 

He loved a view such as this, seeing with his own eyes what he could usually only touch with his magic. Layer upon layer of earth, never meant to see the light of day. Protruding rocks, pale, broken roots, dark streaks of clay and the jagged edges of slate. He let his perception brush over them as he lowered his gaze. The view at the bottom of the hole was charming in its own way. 

A body was splayed there, the lower half buried under a heap of rubble. Crimson rivulets had found their way across the ground, pooling under broken limbs. The man’s chest still rose, but weakly, blood foaming at his mouth with every breath. A shame; the falling rocks must have crushed a rib or two.

A faint shudder rippled the ground, starting at the opposite side of the sinkhole. It wouldn’t reach Cedric, he wouldn’t push it far enough for that, but it was a more than adequate reason to retreat. Someone called out to him again, shouting at him to hurry, but he couldn’t very well hurry, limp and cane and all. Luckily, the ground calmed down again, and he made it unscathed to the group of onlookers.

“That was reckless, man,” someone scolded him.

Cedric shrugged, a small, sheepish smile on his lips. A bit of reckless curiosity wasn’t a privilege of the youth. And indeed, he was taking a risk—by lingering here. Yvan would berate him for playing with fire. Someone might recognize him. Someone who knew about his earth magic. The extent of those powers was one of his better guarded secrets, though, and the few who knew would not betray him like that.

“He’s still alive,” Cedric said, putting an appropriate amount of concern and discomposure into his voice. “I hope help arrives quickly.” 

It wasn’t a lie. Cedric could have killed him easily. He didn’t necessarily want his death, but accepted it as a possibility without much regret. If the man would survive his injuries, he’d be out of commission for months, perhaps even permanently. There couldn’t be much left of some of his bones. In any case, he would surely lose his position, and therefore the power he used to abuse others. In a few days Cedric would ask one of his contacts in the palace for information about the outcome.

Only a few minutes passed until a group of guards arrived, accompanied by three royal mages. Earth mages, Cedric supposed, and perhaps a healer. They spread out, the mages assessing the situation, while the guards started to usher the remaining people out of the park.

Cedric let himself be guided toward the exit leading to the palace district. He apologized for his slow pace, and thanked the guard next to him for his patience. Then he stepped aside, merely listening as the highest ranking one asked what had happened. 

Multiple people volunteered to tell the story, so Cedric remained quiet. He listened for a bit, to a retelling of how the ground had opened up to swallow the poor, unsuspecting man. After a while, he started to tap his fingers on the handle of the cane, then his right foot on the ground. It was a shame someone had come to harm, but he had places to be, and him staying here would benefit no one.

Someone else beat him to asking if they were free to go. As soon as the guard confirmed it, most of the group dissipated. Mumbled words reached Cedric’s ears: a tragedy, someone said, while another chimed in that they had walked the very same path minutes before, that it could have been them.

On all of the faces he saw concern, sincere or not. He wondered if they would still be as concerned if they knew what kind of person that man was. He wondered what Merridy would think if she knew what he had done. 

He wouldn’t tell her. She had slowly started to warm up to him, to no longer flinch every time he addressed her, or whenever she—gods beware—asked for something. Proving to her that he could be a killer would most likely be counterproductive, no matter his motives. Not that he had killed the man; not yet.

She didn’t seem to be one for revenge anyway, and he wouldn’t want her to feel guilty for it. It wasn’t her who had done something wrong. Honestly, of all the people involved, she was the only one who hadn’t done anything wrong.

Cedric sighed, finally turning his back towards the park. The way back home would take almost twice as long now, taking the long route around. Cedric didn’t mind it much. The sun warmed his face, and his fine goat-wool coat and soft leather gloves kept out the cold. He hummed quietly as he started to walk. It was truly a beautiful winter day.

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Cedric can have a bit cold blooded revenge. As a treat, and to celebrate the end of arc 1.

The piece from Whumpmas in July, formerly “The Rebellion”, has been renamed “The Traitor” and is the start of arc 2 now.

Tagging: @dont-touch-my-soup​ @freefallingup13​ @kixngiggles​