#you are the observer of reality

[alchemyofmaya]

Through the power of your mind, you can transform your life

We are in a constant state of trance. When you are able to detach and understand that you are the observer of reality, of your life, of your thoughts, emotions & reactions. You watch and watch your thoughts like watching a movie.. and you fall asleep.

Your thoughts hypnotize you, you believe them to be real. Emotions arise and you react in accordance — and this cycle creates your reality (unconsciously)

Through hypnosis you are able to allow your conscious thinking mind (ego) to rest, to go deeper into a state of trance.

When you recognize that you are not your thoughts, not your feelings, not your body. You are not your mind, you are the one observing all these things — you are even beyond the soul. You are the soul of the soul. The creator of creation.

When you feel this detachment, from the self, from the story of your experiences — you create space, for the streams of divine grace, of pure consciousness, of awareness, to fill that space. This is where the dissolving of limitations, of illnesses, of habits and attachments occurs — this is how healing happens.

[adragonthatwrites]

I think, in our desire to make Shen Qingqiu a little guy who loves monsters in fics (very good, wonderful, we love this, BUT), we have missed the opportunity to make him the monster in the AU. I raise to you:

LiuShen Naga AU, where Shen Qingqiu is the naga.

Monster hunter/supernatural pest control guy Liu Qingge who gets called to a small rural town because there's some sort of monster about. The locals have not sighted it, but the behavior of their livestock and sudden dip in wildlife population indicates some sort of large, likely supernatural predator has moved in.

This can be modern AU or cultivator AU! The only important thing is this; nagas are not something Liu Qingge would normally deal with. They're huge and incredibly dangerous, with extraordinary stealth skills. If a naga's around you, you won't know it unless they want you to, and by that point it'll be too late. Their venom is also legendary. So whatever the context of the AU; a naga is something above Liu Qingge's roster of things he'll go after, simply because while bullheaded, he is not suicidal.

So, Liu Qingge investigates the mountains, but finds almost nothing to suggest the kind of beast he suspects to be there. He makes several trips over the course of several days, each time going deeper and deeper into the mountains beside the small village. He finds what he thinks are signs of something there, though he doesn't recognize exactly what could have made them (nagas are very solitary and exceptionally rare, and signs of their presence difficult to find or identify. Liu Qingge has never encountered one before this, nor is he expecting to, so he doesn't recognize up the signs for what they are)

The moment of realization comes when he's deep, deep into the mountains one evening and stumbles upon an odd object on the ground. Large, green, slightly translucent. He lifts it, and feels his blood run cold as he sees the pattern of massive scales and realizes he's holding the shed of a naga.

A fully grown naga, who absolutely knows he's here. Who's den he's probably standing dangerously close to, if there's a shed. A naga who, undoubtedly, has been watching him for the better part of his time searching these mountains, without him ever realizing it.

His heads whips around, searching the area around him. He's been allowed to move within and leave the territory unimpeded thus far; he may be able to get out now, provided the naga hasn't realized how close he's gotten to it's den. If he moves quickly...

It's at that moment his eyes catch on a shadow, falling strangely on the forest floor. He pauses, eyes faltering, before with a sudden harsh chill he finds himself starring directly into a pair of vibrant green eyes with sharp slit pupils. He can just make out the shape of a massive emerald green naga crouched in the underbrush, less than a hundred feet away from him.

And he feels the rush of cold harsh terror only experienced by a prey animal suddenly realizing it's in the sights of a predator.

[yeahthisisabadidea]

Twin Ghost Kings

An idea I got into my head, I've seen a few tropes where Danny and Dani are twins, two sides of a coin, the king and the free spirit sort of idea. so what if, both Dani and Danny become the ghost king?

I can just imagine some poor smuck (cult? the Justice Leauge? someone from another fandom?) decides to summon "the ghost king" for whatever reason, so solve XYZ or to grant them world dominating power, whatever, and they're expecting a single, monsterous, tyranical being Pariah Dark, but in stead, they get these two black and white child-ghosts (they're not acctually children, it's been centuries, but it's fun to be OP while being underestimated and messing with people)

This wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote a bit of it, so...

The boy’s eyes roamed over the heroes, down to the circle and then made eye contact with John.

“Dani?” he asked, tone echoing and childish but oh, so dangerous. The hair on the back of John's neck stood on end. The girl similarly looked directly at John, acid green eyes boring into him. The feeling doubled down.

“Yes, Danny?”

“I think we’ve been summoned.”

The two smiled twin grins. It was sharp and mischievous and unnerving with too many teeth, too wide for their faces. As they continued to speak, the two began to float around as easily and aimlessly as leaves in a breeze, circling the heroes like predators evaluating their next kill. John certainly felt like prey.

“I think you’re right.”

“Someone tried to call Pariah.”

“Someone called the ghost king.”

“Someone wants the dark.”

“Someone made a mistake…”

“Ying yang spirits,” John muttered. The two children continued to circle each other in a dizing display of black and white and green eyes that hold too much power.

“Nope,” the girl giggled, popping the p.

“Close, but no.” Confirmed the boy in a sing-song voice, his impish smile only growing sharper. 

“Then wha– who are you?”

The spirits stopped their flying to drop to the ground in front of Constantine, their wispy tails splitting and solidifying into sets of legs so they could stand and stare with those green eyes at the man.

“We are the ghost king,” the boy said simply, voice teeming with power that made John’s ears hurt. The girl continued.

“Heirs apparent of the infinite realms and all that call it home.”

“And you have dared to summon us.”

“I don’t understand,” John had to try twice before his voice was loud enough to be heard. “I thought I called The King... Pariah Dark?"

"We told you."

"We are the king."

“I am the king phantom,” declared the boy. “Watcher of stars, bane of the dark. I am the guardian, the keep, the order. I am the light of the moons.”

“I am the king phantasm,” declared the girl. “Who followed after and seen all first. I am the wanderer, the wild, the chaos. I am the void between.”

“You demanded the Ghost King.”

“You called to the Dark.”

“So, tell us, Hellblazer,” the girl mused, grin sharp and wicked as she circled him, pausing to leer over his shoulder. “Who are you loyal to?”

“The crown?”

“Or the dark?”

“Be honest now.”

“We’ll know if you lie.”

“We can see your soul.”

“We own most of it, after all.”

[mollysunder]

My favorite song for Act 1 may just be "Sucker". Obviously the lyrics, the melody, the tone all fit right to capture Jinx's perspective as things fell apart. But what puts "Sucker" above the rest for me is the loop.

As Jinx walks away from the remaining chembarons fighting for Silco's seat we immediately cut back to Silco, alive and stressed. In that moment it's like Silco's watching Jinx walk away. Suddenly the sequence isn't just a brief overview of the state of Zaun. It isn't just Jinx stewing in self-hatred and grief, it's Silco SEEING her like this.

For that split second, it's like Silco's ghost is stuck in place and he can see Jinx in her misery. Silco can see Jinx, but she's pointedly walking away, unwilling to look back, to be seen by him. If Jinx looked back maybe she'd see the mix of concern and frustration on his face for her, but she doesn't want to see it, she doesn't want to feel it.

Jinx would rather leave it all behind, but she can't because the entire chorus is punctuated by the sound of chains. No matter how much the lyrics say she wants to escape her life and the one she lost (Silco), it's impossible because the bond of love she shared with Silco is still holding them together, even in death. And Silco can see how she's let it weigh her down into a spiral of self-loathing and suicidal ideation, rather than carry it forward and live.

[thirdtimed]

someone left a really good set of tags on the life series winner post but in essence i agree that while i like the watchers in theory as window dressing to the entire tragedy fueling this endless cycle of blood sports i think its a million times more intriguing and engaging for the truth of the matter to be that the lifers themselves are the reason for their own suffering. the watchers are just kind of there as an excuse for their own faults

[blistering-typhoons]

kind of a random thought, but i really appreciate that it takes holmes a while to figure things out. if he's untangling a problem he's sitting on it for a while, there's no instantaneous bolt of lightning- and it's usually one small, but obvious detail he's missing, not some grand drawn out plot. he just needs to give himself a moment, which is something (not to project, but also yes to project) i'm having to learn being something currently unmedicated for adhd.

sometimes you just need to let it sit, or come back to it later, or whatever needs to happen. it's not going to happen in an instant, and that's okay, because it will eventually~

[acksolotel618]

aw man i just love that one character nicknamed pinkie who has piercing blue eyes, loves to cook, is a horrible detective, has specific episodes about their emotions (and how they're terrible at dealing with them), gets made fun of but also not and is incredibly respected at the same time, is incredibly audhd coded, is commonly headcanoned as pansexual, is drawn in fanart with curlier hair than they visually have in canon, has the most outfits of the main group, has an animal that they're really close with, has multiple siblings that they barely interact with in the show due to them being far away from the main setting, has multiple versions of themself, who remembers everything but also nothing at the same time, etc, etc, etc, etc there's more but I'm lazy.,

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[incesthemes]

i can't stop thinking about the first episode of season 6, when sam tries to convince dean to come with him, to come back to hunting. he says "it's just better with you around, that's all." it's an interesting line because sam is soulless, obviously. and even though he doesn't understand the details yet, he knows something's wrong with him.

"it's better with you around" he says, citing dean's compassion and care for others as the reason why. and how interesting is that? sam's working with plenty of other hunters who still have their souls—they're all more than capable of caring about the people they save. but sam needs dean specifically. he knows he's missing something, and he sees dean and recognizes that something in him. even cold and calculating and unrelentingly logical, sam recognizes that dean, alone, can "complete" him, give something back to him that he's supposed to have.

in episode 8 he tells dean he "needs his help." he doesn't elaborate; he never explains what he means by that. he has a whole family of hunters who'd be willing and able to help him, but still he needs dean. even without his soul, his hyperrational mind knows he needs him.

soulless sam isn't capable of caring about dean. but he doesn't need to care to know they need to be together, no matter what—to know dean is good for him, dean completes him, dean needs to be there for him.

it's like a sick reversal of season 1. sam drags dean back into this life because he can't keep going without him. because he needs him. because when you think about it logically, and sam has no other choice, there was never any other option for them.

[dominiq-e]

at this point trans people should be entirely banned from sports. trans identified males don’t want to compete against their fellow men because “it’s unfair 😢😢😢😢😢” but they have zero shame beating women to a pulp. it’s male violence.

make the choice: do you want to pretend to be a woman and don misogynistic stereotypes or compete against serious athletes? you don’t get both.

[ceramicbeetle]

i feel like there's no way to say it without sounding Insane and attention-seeking but i Do wish that there was language that existed for talking about being traumatized by delusions/hallucinations without sounding like you're just saying "i made up something in my head and got hurt feelings about it"....

[oflgtfol]

i have like a severe interest in archaeoastronomy and firsthand observations of the night sky and the techniques that humans have been using to observe for like utter millennia. and so this had led me to a weird position where even among my fellow astronomy people i'm like, too knowledgeable about certain aspects of it such that none of them know wtf i'm talking about. like yeah my one coworker will make a metaphor and say that something is like an oscilloscope, and we all nod our heads and agree because we all know what an oscilloscope is and have done experiments using one. but if i mention like, the nebra sky disc. i'm the only one who gets it

[pikkish]

idk if this is a good prompt but put doomguy in myhouse.wad I think he would find it enriching

Right, so I've been mulling on this one for a little bit now, n I'm not opposed to writing something for you, I'm just not... entirely sure what to write? Because the thing is, myhouse.wad doesn't actually really have anything to do with Doom as a story. Sure, Doom is important in that it's the vessel through which the story is told and one of the connections between the narrator and his dead companion. But as far as Doom itself goes, and the story about a man who was too angry/stupid to die, fighting demons and saving earth, none of that is at all relevant to myhouse.wad and its story. For all intents and purposes, Doomguy isn't actually a character in myhouse.wad. So I'm not really sure how exactly to fit him in there.

[kukai]

it's so crazy being involved in radical spaces irl and then logging online and seeing posts still making the same points that we've already established ages ago as though they're brand new "hot takes"

[exalok]

reason: the seven resketchings of one smuch cannot hurt you

the rest of me: mournful wailing

[icewindandboringhorror]

What is this design even meant to be?? The family on this supernanny episode looks like they just have random rorschach tests plastered on the wall lol

[shiroikabocha]

my wife wants to have a Slides Night party for her birthday, which is cool and fun! But I signed up for a presentation on All The Shit Fanfic Authors Get Wrong When They’re Writing Catholic Characters and now… ugh, do I really want to present myself as the Catholic Nitpicker guy? Like, I don’t care about “good rep” for the church that raised me, it objectively does not matter, widespread ignorance of catholic shit is a good thing and it means nature is healing

but then I see another “would modern AU Harrow be a catholic or a goth?” discussion and

as though Catholicism isn’t the simplest and most direct solution to the conundrum of being a socially-inept teen who hates loud music but likes grim ornate aesthetics (source: ME, MY LIFE, I DID THIS, THERE IS NO CATHOLIC RULE AGAINST DRESSING IN ALL BLACK AND BEING A LITTLE BONE FREAK, IT IS IN FACT AN EXTREMELY COMPATIBLE SET OF LIFE CHOICES, none of you have met a catholic teenager and it shows)