teaching truths

The Great I AM is the electrical, unifying force that not only runs your physical body, but also generates and sustains the entire cosmos.”  ~Anon I mus

“Stay centered in the timeless space of your all-pervasive presence (bird’s-eye-view). This will allow you to have access to the silent mode of Being and consciously create from the awakened state.”  ~Anon I mus (No-self)

Things I’d rather see than Randy as champion:
  1. Carmella moonwalk the Mania 33 ramp
  2. Breezy Bella
  3. Miz and Maryse impersonate John and Nikki
  4. Alexa and Daniel bicker on Talking Smack like a father and his rebellious teen daughter
  5. Big E freaking out while playing virtual reality games
  6. Bray spider walk the Mania 33 ramp
  7. Jack, Aiden, and Simon having a tea party
  8. Ride Along with Baron and Corey
  9. Kevin promo
  10. Nattie talking about her cats
  11. Enzo do the running man down the Mania 33 ramp
  12. R-Truth teaching Dean how to dance
  13. Stone Cold drink 100 beers
  14. TJ dab for 10 hours
  15. Live concert of Naomi, Sasha, John, Tyler, and Shawn singing their theme songs
  16. Jillian singing 
  17. LayCool
  18. Santino as Santina
  19. Watch Finn build with his legos
  20. Peyton and Billie kangaroo hopping down the Mania 33 ramp
  21. Braun working out by lifting trees
  22. Shinsuke dance for 10 hours straight
  23. Chris name everyone on his list and go into detail why they’re on it
  24. Byron dancing and hugging Bayley’s wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube men
  25. Paul promo while Brock stands beside him bouncing
  26. Breezango writing everyone in the locker room fashion tickets
  27. Naomi slide down the entire Mania 33 ramp
  28. Paige’s Anti-Diva gimmick from NXT
  29. Emma yelling at everyone about how it’s “all about me”
  30. Brie give birth
  31. Roman and Dean do the Bella Twins entrance
  32. Seth and Dean do the Funkadactyls entrance
  33. Xavier freaking out while playing jump scares on UpUpDownDown
  34. Renee try to do Dean’s hair
  35. Lana speak Russian for 6 hours
  36. Team B.A.D. sing Christmas carols
  37. Liv eat pizza
  38. Alexa trying to pick up Baron
  39. Broken Matt
  40. Team B.A.D. and New Day having a twerk off
  41. AJ Lee and Mickie having a skip off
  42. Roman jumping over the top rope
  43. Neville’s 450 Splash
  44. 15 hours of Becky saying her best puns
  45. Alicia flipping out
  46. Nattie’s cats
  47. Shane jump off the titantron
  48. Seth’s Phoenix Splash
  49. Noam saying “Alicia Foooooooooooooooooooox” for 10 hours
  50. Charlotte’s corkscrew moonsault
  51. Seth mosh
  52. Nikki spear the shit out of everyone
  53. Dean doing shots with Renee’s mom
  54. Asuka murder everyone in sight
  55. Maryse read the dictionary doing her impersonation of how Nikki talks
  56. The New Day dancing
  57. Seth losing his shit on UpUpDownDown

“The real art to lovemaking is not merely physical.  It is an intimate act of penetrating the depth of each others universal being (mind, heart and soul); experiencing a mystical doorway into divine remembrance.”  -Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

Ok but you know what trope I love and don’t get NEARLY enough of?

Accidental sex

“Anything you can do I can do better INCLUDING THAT” sex

“You played a prank on me and now I’m going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot” sex

“You made an inaccurate assumption about *insert sexual or sexuality misnomer here* and I’m going to teach you the truth” sex

“You think you’re so smart so I’m going to teach you a lesson” sex

“Do you think I look good/hot/provocative in this? Wait is this turning you on???” sex

“You don’t know what *insert kink here* is and I’m really bad at explaining things and now we’re doing it oops” sex

“I bet I can dance/move/act like that and I don’t even have to be a dancer/stripper/actor/whatever wait are you turned on?” sex

“I lost a bet to you and the circumstances were supposed to be a joke but I took them seriously” sex

“You were joking about something and I took you seriously” sex

“You seem to think that __ won’t feel good and I intend to prove you wrong” sex

“You’re intentionally getting under my skin so I threaten to spank you/playfully spank you and now you look like you just got banged against a wall” sex

“I didn’t know you were a sub and when I called you a good boy/girl you almost cried” sex

“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir/Ma'am you almost jumped me” sex

“Playing a prank on our freinds to make them think we’re a couple and now we’re in bed together” sex

“I’m fixing you *insert appliance/furniture/house thing hee* for you and now I’m sweaty and half naked and you’re drooling” sex

“I noticed the way you were watching me eat this popsicle so I purposely started making it an inuendo and now we’re both hot and bothered” sex

“Haha that thing they do in movies/porn/online is so corny like no way that’s actually hot haha oops it is” sex

“Freinds can totally watch porn together and nothing can happen…. no they can’t” sex

“I showed you *insert sexual thing here* as a joke but you’re actually turned on” sex

“You found my sex toys and I teasingly offered to demonstrate them welp here we are” sex

“I started pretending to dirty talk to you an hour ago and it stopped being pretending 58 minutes ago” sex

“All I’m saying is that I’ve been told I’m a good lay, wanna find out?” sex

“You said you don’t like __ but I bet the people you were with just don’t know how to do it, I, however, have experience and bet I could make you like it” sex

“We platonically slept together last night because of circumstances and we both woke up horny” sex

“This started as a tickle fight and it isn’t tickling anymore” sex

“We’re just bros being bros and doing something 100% platonic but somehow we’re turning eachother on because of not-so-burried feelings for eachother and we can’t make it stop” sex

Accidental sex ok?

Everyone keeps talking about the fact that some of the people, Zach and Jessica for example, didn’t deserve to be on the tapes. 

But I see it as the tapes aren’t about who deserves and who doesn’t deserve to be on there. They were reasons. The guilt Hannah felt after what she let happen to Jessica is a reason. Jessica wasn’t the reason. The guilt was. 

That Jessica, Alex and Hannah stopped being friends is a reason; she started to feel lonely. That Jessica slapped her, believed she was fooling around with her boyfriend is a reason. Jessica might not deserve to be on the tapes but she needs to. Even if what she did wasn’t that “bad”- for whatever that means- it’s still a reason as to why Hannah killed herself. And yes, Jessica is a victim, and Hannah says so herself, the guilt of what Hannah let Bryce do is one of the reasons. 

And for Zach; she needed those small bunnies. And he was mostly nice, he was nice but he fucked up. Of course, he couldn’t really understand and he was terrified but that doesn’t make him less of a reason. The story isn’t about revenge, it’s about how small things can be so much bigger for someone else. And even if the tapes are a kind of revenge plan, it’s still the truth. And if she never had made those tapes, if she had killed herself anyway; it would still had been the truth, except that no one had known why she did it. They could’ve guessed, of course, but no one would’ve known the truth. 

And yes, it’s cruel. The entire story is cruel. The tapes are cruel. But how do you expect to tell a story about how small, seemingly meaningless things can be so important to someone else if you’re not even allowed to tell them what they’ve done to you?

Hannah wanted them to know the truth, she wanted to tell them her story, she wanted them to know why she did it. And she wasn’t afraid to tell them how much they’ve actually hurt her and it’s messed up that she did it after she died, because they never got the chance to make up for it, but that’s the honesty in suicide. You don’t get a second chance. No one does, that’s what happens when you die.  

Thirteen reasons why is a story that teaches lessons, and how do you teach a lesson better than to teach the truth? 

I know i might not be qualified to speak on this but this is how I see it. This is my truth, just as yours is your and Hannah’s is Hannah’s and Jessica’s is Jessica’s. We all see things differently, we all feel things differently. 

 Please try to make me understand if you feel differently about this. And i know that i can’t know how Hannah felt but this is how I saw it. 

I hope you have a wonderful day and if you ever need someone to talk to, don’t be afraid to message me, anonymously or not. 

“Love is a meeting between two or more souls in Presence.”   ~Anon I mus

There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.
—  Chögyam Trungpa


“Fall completely into the non-dual truth of your being (as boundless awareness) and grace will fully integrate/permeate every aspect of your life.”  -Anon I mus                                             


Witch Burning

by Sylvia Plath

In the marketplace they are piling the dry sticks.
A thicket of shadows is a poor coat. I inhabit
The wax image of myself, a doll’s body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.

It is easy to blame the dark: the mouth of a door,
The cellar’s belly. They’ve blown my sparkler out.
A black-sharded lady keeps me in parrot cage.
What large eyes the dead have!
I am intimate with a hairy spirit.
Smoke wheels from the beak of this empty jar.

If I am a little one, I can do no harm.
If I don’t move about, I’ll knock nothing over. So I said,
Sitting under a potlid, tiny and inert as a rice grain.
They are turning the burners up, ring after ring.
We are full of starch, my small white fellows. We grow.
It hurts at first. The red tongues will teach the truth.

Mother of beetles, only unclench your hand:
I’ll fly through the candle’s mouth like a singeless moth.
Give me back my shape. I am ready to construe the days
I coupled with dust in the shadow of a stone.
My ankles brighten. Brightness ascends my thighs.
I am lost, I am lost, in the robes of all this light.

Teach me your ways, oh you sad and lonely rocks. Teach me your truths, pillars of fire and of salt. Teach me your stories, oh barren fields and flooded plains. Teach me your strength, you untameable seas. Teach me, that I may learn. Teach me, so I may join you rightly.”  -Author Unknown

Ford was not a man of patience.

He was used to fighting for his answers, fighting for his spot, fighting for his right to know. He was used to struggling non-stop, used to putting off mundane things like sleeping or eating or bathing to continue working towards his goal. There was no time to be patient. No time to wait for a second opinion. No time to waste on silly useless safety protocols. He was a man on a mission, and he would not be deterred. 

Which is why, sitting in an empty temple on a mountain top in a strange dimension full of peace, he felt so foreign. 

The surgery four days ago had been a difficult one (not that Ford would have known it at the time, being thoroughly unconscious, but he had a vague knowledge going in as to its dangers) and recovery, though quick, was not as quick as Ford would have liked. His fingers drummed on the stones beneath him as he uncrossed his legs and sighed, stretching forward and popping his spine and stiff shoulders gently. Meditating had been Jheselbraum’s idea, a time of reflection she said he needed and deserved after so long on the run. It also meant that he would be inactive and less likely to damage his healing wounds, but that was left unspoken. 

Ford sighed again, leaning forward until he was sprawled on the glimmering purple flagstones. The entire temple was hewn from stone of every color, softly blending into the mountainside around them and the pale clouds that hung constantly about the peak. Time rolled on sluggishly, and Ford let his mind wander. It chose to contemplate the activity he was currently engaged in. 

Mediating was a good thing for him, he would admit. It allowed him to refocus on his purpose and goal - to defeat Bill and see an end to his reign of terror - and it allowed him peaceful breathing space to really contemplate his options of achieving his goal. It also gave him time to reflect on some of the wonders of the past dimensions he had visited, and the friends and acquaintances and discoveries he had made along the way. 

Unfortunately, the time and space to wander around his own mind also allowed him to ruminate on the more unsavory things in his past. He reflected on the photo in his pocket and the whispers of promises and connections long dead. He reflected on old wars and scars and the stench of battle on distant worlds. He reflected on sleepless nights in college and in the Portal and in the Shack and the reasons for each. He reflected on the past, in the hopes of better seeing the future.

Jheselbraum brought him hot tea and wafers made with honey, and still Ford meditated, his dissatisfaction with the endeavor finally easing away as he dove deeper into his inner contemplation and the relaxation it effected on his person. 

Jheselbraum smiled, and left him to it.

As soon as you believe that a label you’ve put on yourself is true, you’ve limited something that is literally limitless, you’ve limited who you are into nothing but a thought.
—  Adyashanti