spiritual practise


Chöd Tibetan: གཅོད, lit. ‘to sever’, is a Tibetan spiritual practise primarily found in the Nyingma and Kagyu schools of Tibetan Buddhism. According to Mahayana Buddhists, emptiness is the ultimate wisdom of understanding that all things lack inherent existence. Chöd combines Prajñāpāramitā philosophy with specific meditation methods and tantric ritual. The chöd practitioner seeks to tap into the power of fear through activities such as rituals set in graveyards, and visualisation of offering their bodies in a tantric feast in order to put their understanding of emptiness to the ultimate test.

“External chod is to wander in fearful places where there are deities and demons. Internal chod is to offer one’s own body as food to the deities and demons. Ultimate chod is to realize the true nature of the mind and cut through the fine strand of hair of subtle ignorance.”
 - UJetsun Milarepa (རྗེ་བཙུན་མི་ལ་རས་པ - 1052 – c. 1135 CE)

Chöd is now a staple of the advanced sādhana (discipline) of Tibetan Buddhism. It is practiced worldwide following dissemination by the Tibetan diaspora. Vajrayogini is a key figure in the advanced practice of Chöd, where she appears in her Kālikā (pictured) or Vajravārāhī forms.

This practice emphasizes cutting through grasping at the dualistic mind to realize complete selfless compassion.

it’s like that fortune teller episode of avatar

so they’re on some planet that’s got lots of spiritual practise and arcane beliefs and stuff. and there’s some magic well or something and the alien says that if you gaze into it while meditating or whatever that you may be able to see your true love.

and so Lance is like, right on. and he leans over it and crosses his eyes but he can’t get the meditating bit down. and then he sees someone come up behind him in the mirror and he’s like, “Keith get out of here, you’re blocking my magic mirror vision.”

and Keith from like 5 feet away is like, we don’t have time for this Lance.

meanwhile the alien is just sideeying these guys and how dense they are bc there’s no way Keith was at the correct angle for Lance to see him in the reflection.


 A statement of intent by P . L . Winfield

“Everything potentially always, all is forgiven” - Petrichor

Something occurred to me today: our name has taken on a new meaning. As a child, I would tape the radio onto cassette, fanatically watch VHS tapes the adults left out, and play both ‘until the ribbon broke,’ cementing a life-long obsession with the marriage of sound and image. Our first record was a genuine attempt to capture the sense of wonder in first discovering that magic. An exercise in atmosphere, texture and nostalgia.

When left in the sun too long - when unpreserved and unattended to - cassette ribbon begins to unravel and warp, often trying to escape the safety of its own plastic housing. And in the months and years following our first release, and to a large extent whilst promoting it, I most certainly unraveled. Spilling, unspooled, my life eventually became unmanageable. The crippling anxiety that I had spent so many years masking had finally succumbed to the influence of its most tyrannical friends: Alcohol and Benzodiazepines.

To some degree, I think a large part of surviving the uncertain and chaotic experience that is the human one, is the ability to lie to oneself; pathologically and convincingly. At any cost. In bright white rooms before we walked onto stage, I would stand, gently trembling, tsunami approaching and whisper gently to myself:

“One. More. Drink. No. More. Fear.”

A drink before one stands, vulnerable, in front of a large room of people is, in isolation, a perfectly reasonable reaction to an understandable level of anxiety. In moderation. Just one. Early night. Early start.

But the difference for someone like me, is fundamental. To an alcoholic these words are impossible theory. A brick by brick instruction manual for the Wall of China. There is no moderation, only the promise of oblivion and for me, the temporary quieting of a loud, pervasive and almost constant voice of anxiety.

“Anxiety, I’m pulling down the blinds” - Black and White

Every day and night I tried to quieten that voice. Pushing it away, trying to starve it, bury it, drown it out. Every day it came back harder, louder, more and more vicious. I poured fuel on that particular fire until I couldn’t fight it anymore. In the end, I no longer knew if I was drinking because I was anxious, or anxious because I was drinking.

I couldn’t leave the house without drinking vodka straight from the bottle and worse, I had accepted it. I had lost the fundamental belief that anything of any worth was on the other side of the door. Congratulations! I had, knowingly, torn down every aspect of my life, spitefully, on purpose.

“No more courage in the bottle, I’ve got people I can’t let down” - Meru

In September of last year, I had reached the end of my rope. I could no longer hide from myself, or those still around me. I will be forever grateful to the two people who sat down with me one fateful afternoon and helped me devise my escape route from madness. The start of a journey that was to define my recovery and the very reason that there is even a body of work to speak of.

“The only way out is through” (Alcoholics Anonymous)

Far from the environment that had enabled my addiction, I began treatment, treatment that would change my life forever and help me to reconnect with another voice. A voice I had long forgotten. For three months, I worked. A daily routine of physical and spiritual practise, shedding old skin, changing old stories, reconnecting the dots. Finding a way back.

There are of course names for what we did, there are words for the practices rooted in various schools of thought and belief. Practices that have existed in both the East and the West for hundreds of years. But I find the language of such things needlessly flowery and over-complicated. In layman’s terms however, which have always sat better with me, I believe that any crisis of the soul is a detachment from your true self, the part of you that patiently sits behind all of the worry, all of the pain and discomfort and waits quietly for your return.

So that was our aim, that’s what we set off to find. Some peace of mind, the same peace of mind we all start life with, in my case, long buried under the old, dead weight of fear, shame, and clear, strong liquor.

“C’mon now kiddo, we’ll be alright” - Count the lightening

I had my daily practice, I had my mentor and I had the ocean. As I started, day by day, to feel better, I could feel a kind of shift creatively. I could feel something start to come into focus. Words, sounds, images. Gradually filling up the spaces in my mind, previously occupied by grey, a light was coming on. I set up a makeshift studio in my cabin and went to work filling the spaces on a record that I had previously thought was finished, with a sense of wonder and love for writing, that I had all but lost. But here it was, words and sounds, in my every grateful, waking thought.

It is worth mentioning at this juncture, that whilst in the midst of madness and my subsequent recovery, Elliot had been patiently waiting, wondering if his oldest friend and band member was ever coming back to some kind of normalcy, let alone to music. Never one to sit on his hands, my best mate, also navigating his own turbulence (his story to tell)  took it upon himself to learn how to produce and engineer, creating a studio of his own at home on the west side of LA, making loops, ideas and creating fundamental additions to a slowly, surely forming, completed album.

Once back together and with an incredible amount of renewed energy in making music and being a band again, we finished the record, creativity and friendship, two hugely underrated aspects of recovery, I think, from anything.

So here we are today. I find myself writing this with trepidation. I can feel that old knot in my gut forming and my heart rate start to quicken a little. Anxiety of course, is incurable. We need it to survive - it is after all only trying to protect us - but it’s not a perfect mechanism. Much like us.

It’s been 8 months, 243 days since I last had a drink. My life is, by design, more simple now. I go to A.A meetings, I cycle along the seafront, and I make things. I paint, I make music, take photographs and edit film. These are now the things that quiet that negative, critical voice in my head. It’s still there of course, chattering away, but crucially I now have distance from it. I know what it is now.

I think sobriety can mean many things to many people. In my mind, you can get sober from anything that is a negative force of energy in your life. It’s not about alcohol; that was just a symptom, a temporary and ultimately flawed solution. The only real way out for me, in the end, was to look long and hard in the mirror and pull it all apart.

Nothing is coincidental if you look hard enough. You just have to allow a little light in, accept a little serendipity. Be open to a power greater than yourself and submit control. These are the lessons I have learnt in the last few years. These are the simple practices that keep me open, honest and vulnerable. There is no solution to the pains of simply being. There is no quick fix, only radical acceptance, compassion and empathy of what really is: of who you really are.

And yes, cassette ribbon can unravel, but it can be saved (if you are old enough to remember) by lodging a pencil into the reel hole and winding the ribbon back. This, I believe, is why this collection of songs in particular - this record - is self-titled. It’s time to give something its name, to take responsibility for it, to hold up a sometimes trembling hand and say, “I’m Pete, I’m an alcoholic and I’m grateful to be alive, thank you for listening to my story, until we meet again, until the ribbon breaks”

Aphrodite and Me #1

(I’m sorry I wrote this in a rush and while it was extremely hot so it might seem a little messy)

I talked about this before but now I’m finally starting this blogging series about Aphrodite in my daily life and basically my story with her.

Let’s begin with the moment that Aphrodite ‘claimed’ me or called me or whatever you prefer calling it. It happened last year during summer, I spend my vacation at our holiday house in Spain.

I should probably explain that in the past I was a very insecure girl. I didn’t really feel beautiful or confident, social gatherings and parties were my biggest nightmare, I couldn’t talk to other people without getting extremely awkward, I had problems fully accepting my (bi)sexuality and developing a sexual confidence, I didn’t have really close friendships because I wasn’t able to open up to people. Some of these things might be connected to my history of depression and mental illness but let’s not go there now.

So basically when I went to Spain for three weeks, I automatically would have to deal with walking around in a bikini a lot, which was kind of a problem for me, since even though I’m neither over- nor underweight, I always felt kind of uncomfortable, because I have a really skinny upper body with only a B-cup and my legs, hips and butt are kinda curvy and muscular from ballet practice. So showing off wasn’t something I enjoyed. Furthermore, I wasn’t really able to wear make up there, because it was extremely hot and it wouldn’t have stayed in place.

Basically, I was forced to walk around in a way that I didn’t feel comfortable with, surrounded by people that I didn’t really know well yet. At first that seemed like a nightmare, but for some reason, during these three weeks, I completely changed. I spend a lot of times at and in the sea, which was something that always gave me a certain magical feeling. Obviously back then I didn’t realize that I spend all my days in the Sea that Aphrodite arose from.

I got more open with other people and confident, I started to feel more comfortable in my body and my sexuality. A few days after I came back,  my junior year of High School started, and not gonna lie, ever since that summer, my life has completely changed.

I finally developed a lot of self-love, confidence, pride and trust in my own actions, I became very open and my social anxiety almost vanished. I love going out, going clubbing, being surrounded by strangers and having the time of my life for a few hours. Within only a few weeks I found wonderful friends in people that have been around me for years and that are now the best friends I ever had in my life. I trust people and I’m a very social and even talkative person at times. I don’t define myself by my grades and even though they are still very important to me, I have am much healthier ‘relationship’ with school, now that it doesn’t feel like the main focus of my life any more.

I feel completely comfortable in my body and I don’t mind showing skin when I feel like it and I don’t care any more what other people think about it. Moreover, I don’t hide my sexuality anymore and I even came out to some people, something that would have been impossible for my earlier last year. Even other areas of my life changed for the better, e.g. my ballet skills improved.

But even though my life changed completely, I didn’t really consider it had anything to do with the goddess, until later last year, when I got deeper in my own spirituality and started practising it more again. However, I still didn’t really thought about Aphrodite and I didn’t really expect her to ever connect to me. Until I saw her in dreams and once I started to see her symbols quite often in my daily life, in a way that I didn’t see them before, I started to do more research and one time, while I was in the shower, I finally realized it.

Since then I’ve been praying and talking to her a lot and included her in my magical practice. I started a devotional journal and I made an altar, which was a bit difficult, because I am still a 'closeted’ pagan witch (I might write about that too, my altar etc.).

I noticed that since I started to actively connect to her, my life got even better. I am a much happier person, I am more successful in general in life, I figured out what I want to study and where, I picked up some old hobbies and the relationships in my life are much more harmonic than they were before, even my stepdad and me, who hated each other for years, suddenly get along pretty well.

So, that is pretty much a short form of my history with Aphrodite. I think next time I will get more in detail about how she sends me her signs and how I work with her and all that stuff. If anyone is interested, you can also ask me questions or topics that you would like me to talk about :)

Love you all, Luna

What I like about Thelema, as I think and feel at this moment:

Pretty much everything! The dedication to practical application of ritual Magick is my personal high point, as so many would be/claim to be Magickal/Spiritual/Mystical practicioners actually do very little of the sort. The systemised path and depth that the A.’.A.’. teaches is something that can truely only ever be experienced - no amount of reading, research or testimony can even begin to convey the power of Thelema on ones life.
I also really like how fluid Thelema is, it is compatable with every other philosophical/spiritual path, and such it can reveal the secrets of ones true self in all arenas of thought and practise, which in itself speaks volumes as to why it is a Religion that is still as relevant today as it was when it was practiced by the Ancients in veiled Temples.
I also really love how much it teaches people about all cultures and traditions, as it draws from world culture.
Thelema could be the one unifying Religion if people would accept it readily. I would well imagine other faith preachers would say the same, but in Thelema there is the radical notion of being responsible for ones self, and to create and spread love and light, to being together that which is divided and aee the duality in all things. This in mind, differences between individuals can be identified and resolved. With the aim of Religion and the method of Science, we, as a collective could expand our conciousness and evolve with the new Aeon, instead of repeating the mistakes of the past.
It is my firm belief that to spend my life promulgating Thelema and providing evidence and reason, and it helps but 1 person, I will have spent my life doing my Will, lovingly.

Really wish I knew who had done the amazing Crowley picture, been searching for some time, and now I have discovered it is by the extremely talented @kvlt-ov-romance , so go over and check out the rest of the blog!

Frater 440.’.
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Faery Star Tarot Spread: Part 1

I’m reviewing my spiritual practises and faery work at the moment so I’m about to use this spread to see where I’m up to.  The spread is based on the Elven Star.  I designed it ages ago and thought it might be of interest.  If you’d like to see it in action I’ll be posting my own reading in a day or so.

1) What are you taking to the faery world?

What qualities, characteristics, and/or energies are you taking to the faery world?

2) Who am I meeting in the faery world?

What type of fae will you meet? What qualities, characteristics, and/or energies will these fae bring to you?

3) What would be the most constructive way for you to work with the fae you meet?

Literally… what would be the best way for you to work with the fae you meet?

4) What do the fae bring to you?

What lessons, gifts, tests, or knowledge will the fae bring to you?

5) What do you bring to the fae?

What lessons, gifts, tests, or knowledge will you bring to the fae?

6) What do the fae want you to do?

What tasks will you be given? What sort of relationship are the fae looking for?

7) What do you bring back to your world?

What energies, lessons, and experiences will you return with?

8) Cross Sum of Cards Drawn?

Add the numerical value of all the cards drawn together until you come up with a number that equals 22 or less.

This gives you number that corresponds to a Major Arcana card. This card refers to either a deep reason for the connection or a hidden energetic aspect that may not be obvious in the main body of the reading.

Note: Although I use the term fae (plural), the spread can also be used to explore a relationship with one faery.

Spirituality is not a question of morality, it is a question of vision. Spirituality is not the practising of virtues - because if you practise a virtue it is no longer a virtue. A practised virtue is a dead thing, a dead weight. Virtue is virtue only when it is spontaneous; virtue is virtue only when it is natural, unpractised - when it comes out of your vision, out of your awareness, out of your understanding.
—  Rajneesh
on the burning times:

it doesn’t surprise me that a period of massive femicide is erased and looked over and joked about/parodied in popular culture but never taken seriously

remember the women who died during the burning times, whether it was for actual witchcraft, spiritual practises not approved by christians, homosexuality, or just plain misogyny. remember them.

remember the ways in which this terrorisation and extermination of the female sex continue today through our culture of rape, female infanticide, male supremacy and male violence

may patriarchy fall, and women, mother earth, the mother goddess be healed.

anonymous asked:

What qualifies a non-physical abusive relation with a parent?

Types of Non-physical abuse include (this is relevant for both parental and partner abuse or abuse of any kind):

Creating fear

Fear is a key element in domestic violence and is often the most powerful way a perpetrator controls their victim. Fear is created by giving looks or making gestures, possessing weapons (even if they are not used), destroying property, cruelty to pets - or any behaviour which can be used to intimidate and render the victim powerless.  


Includes smashing things, destroying possessions, putting a fist through the wall, handling of guns or other weapons, using intimidating body language (angry looks, raised voice), hostile questioning of the victim or reckless driving of vehicle with the victim in the car. It may also include harassing the victim at their workplace either by making persistent phone calls or sending text messages or emails, following them to and from work or loitering near their workplace.  

Verbal abuse

Using words as a weapon to cause significant damage.  This may include screaming, shouting, put-downs, name-calling, swearing, using sarcasm or ridiculing them for their religious beliefs or ethnic background. Verbal abuse may be a precursor to physical violence.    

Emotional abuse

Behaviour that deliberately undermines their confidence leading them to believe they are stupid or that they are ‘a bad person/mother/father/child/etc.’ or useless or even to believe they are going crazy or are insane. This type of abuse humiliates, degrades and demeans the victim. The perpetrator may make threats to harm the victim, their friends or family members or to take their children or to commit suicide. The perpetrator may use silence and withdrawal as a means to abuse.  

Social abuse

This involves isolating the victim from their social networks and supports either by preventing them from having contact with their family or friends or by verbally or physically abusing them in public or in front of others. It may involve continually putting friends and family down so they are slowly disconnected from their support network.  

Financial abuse

The perpetrator takes full control of all the finances, spending and decisions about money so the victim is financially dependent on the abuser. Also denying them access to money, including their own, and forcing them and their children to live on inadequate resources and demanding they account for every cent spent.  This type of abuse is often a contributing factor for victims becoming ‘trapped’ in violent relationships/situations. 

Controlling behaviours

Dictating what they does, who they see and talk to, where they goes, keeping them from making any friends or from talking to their family or having any money of their own. This can include preventing them from going to work, not allowing them to express their own feelings or thoughts or to make decisions for themself and not allowing them any privacy or forcing them to go without food or water.  

Spiritual abuse

Ridiculing or putting down their beliefs and culture, preventing them from belonging to or taking part in a group that is important to their spiritual beliefs or practising their religion.  

Additional to this abuse can come in forms of ridiculing for sexuality, gender identity, romantic orientation, etc. 

The biggest form of non violent parental abuse is either neglect or verbal/emotional abuse in which the victim is constantly put down, denigrated, and treated poorly. 


hotchocolateandweed  asked:

Hey! What's a Buddhist perspective on death?

1. There is no possible way to escape death. No-one ever has, not even Jesus, Buddha, etc. Of the current world population of over 5 billion people, almost none will be alive in 200 years time.

2. Life has a definite, inflexible limit and each moment brings us closer to the finality of this life. We are dying from the moment we are born.

3. Death comes in a moment and its time is unexpected. All that separates us from the next life is one breath.

Conviction: To practise the spiritual path and ripen our inner potential by cultivating positive mental qualities and abandoning disturbing mental qualities.


In spite of all the awesome backup to the strega fashion, someone is currently trying to convince me that strega is a religion, and not something we can use as a fashion statement.

Here are the available sources on the word ‘strega’

- Strega means 'witch’ in italian, and has meant so for at least 500 years

- A branch of Italian new age wicca refer to themselves as Stregheria (which I guess is pretty much the same as other wiccans referring to themselves as witches?)

- Trying to patent the word 'witch’ is in itself an oxymoron since being a witch is all about being inclusive and open to spiritual practise, clothing style and any other element. A close minded witch is no witch at all.

Don’t let anybody rain on your fabulous parade <3 You are all magickal!

faintest-sunlights  asked:

Hi Lazy :) I admire you and your great capacity for wisdom and compassion. I am struggling. Why are these spiritual truths you speak of not apparent to me? Why don't I know them? Why is it so impossible to escape my mind? Why do I believe them if I can't understand them? Why does practising spiritual values feel like studying a subject I'm tired of? Am I doing something wrong? Why don't I understand? I'm so tired of everything my mentality creates me to be. I'm tired of myself.

Truth is not something known. It is what you are, even now. 

Belief is not the truth being believed in. I don’t care how much you believe that Paris is beautiful, if you haven’t been there yourself then what does that belief amount to? Of course, maybe that belief is what leads you to finally go see Paris! 

That means practicing meditation daily. It means paying attention to your mind and your moment. 

Your ego cannot find enjoyment in any of it, which is why you feel “tired” of the actual practice. Ego can find enjoyment in beliefs and ideas and identities but there is nothing for it to feast on during meditation and spiritual practices. 

Yet at the same time, you intuit the truth. This is why you are growing tired of the whole song and dance. But it is not escape that you need. You cannot talk of escape when you haven’t really found out where you are right now

You are not doing anything wrong. This uncomfortableness you feel is like the itchiness a snake feels before shedding its skin. If you don’t resist or run from it, then you have the opportunity to shed your confusion. 

Definitely begin with daily meditation. You would also find useful guidance in the book The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. 

Namaste my friend.