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This is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.
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I think,
When we separate art from music all that’s really left is a circus act. Noise, for the sake of pure entertainment.
This applies to most art forms. When creating is no longer done for the love of the process, but simply for the attainment of a product- the result is nothing more than a mash-up of nonsensical sludge.
It becomes sickening, really.
I love this. Read it. Just read it!
She awoke. Changed and rearranged. Her feng shui showed her new ways. Of being. Her geomancing dancing brought the sun rays to her feet and she beckoned you, come in. So you did. And she danced for you. Sang for you. She played the harpsichord of your heart and you swam in her eyes. Blue as they were. Deep as any ocean.
It was then you knew you had fallen in. And you knew that she knew that you knew. Her qi wrapped its fiery grip around your inflamed third eye and she squeezed and held tight as if the earth’s life depended upon it. And it did. You felt it through every fiber of your being and it was then that you realized that your threads were sewn deep into the fabric that is the quilt of life. She connected you to you and you to you and you to every past life you’ve ever had and it was then that you realized that all the energy you’ve ever spent was not in vain. It was then that you realized. It was then that you realized. It was then that you realized that this reality is but just a fragment of what is to come. An illusion of what could and should be. Because being is. Being is. Being is easy when you fear not of the future and regret not of the past.
It was then that you were able to breathe easier. Sleep easier tonight.
Alright people! Here we go…
Who knows, this might be fun? :)
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Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.
She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.
However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”
My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.
Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)
This kid likes zebra-ninjas! Is a zebra-ninja any less BADASS just because it’s pink? Oh, helllsss noooo! :D
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“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
—Rumi
This quote feels so right at the moment.
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Mysore this morning was just bizarre. Just weird…
I was doing mostly hatha and restorative poses today instead of ashtanga. The entire time, I kept slipping into this trance/dream-like state. Not quite dreaming, but not quite meditation (I dont know what that would be called). During the very last 20 mins or so I was completely gone.
It started with me going back to the night that my boyfriend and I first met. I was kind of reliving it, the emotions and images were so real.
Then somehow I was somewhere else and everything was super bright and colourful, like a cartoon…on acid. I was hanging with these freaky creatures. From there, things started getting pretty creepy and twisted… like messed up…
Suddenly I was being woken up by the woman leading the Mysore. She was kneeling beside me, and she said ‘Sam, I dont know where you are, but you need to come back now.’ She seemed very gentle, yet concerned. I was trying to respond to her, but I was paralyzed! I couldnt move my mouth either… It felt like my whole body was numb, like when your foot falls asleep and you cant feel it at all. I felt pretty scared that I couldnt get my body to do anything. It was like I was completely disconnected.
And then I fell back in.
I kept ‘waking up’, and walking out of the class. Everything would seem normal for a while. At some points it felt like long periods of time had past since I left the class…and then something absolutely bizarre would happen, and I would just wake up on my mat again…
The last time this happened, I pretty much jumped off my mat, grabbed all my things and went straight to the change room! It took me a while to shake the feeling. I couldn’t really tell if I was truly awake… I just got my clothes back on and left without saying a word to anyone.
I got a couple of looks. I couldnt really tell if they were concerned or weirded out… I was too worked up to care at the time. Now I wonder if I did anything. I wonder if the instructor actually did try speaking to me… Was I talking out loud at all? Maybe I was just dreaming…I just dont see how I could have really fallen asleep in those types of poses..
Please message me if you have any feedback, or have experienced anything similar.
I am still trying to figure out what really happened (and what didnt) this morning…?
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