transcendent moment

Rise Above The ‘Sunken Place’ of Lower Consciousness

“You create unnecessary suffering for yourself by clinging to a false, mistaken sense of identity generated by the unconscious mind.  Disentangle yourself from the illusory, thought-created web of ‘I’ and boldly reclaim your freedom as unconditioned awareness.”  –Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

another list of untranslatable words ☕️

fernweh - german: longing for far-off places; feeling homesick for a place you have never been to
siping - filipino: the tender act of lying beside someone
wabi-sabi (侘寂) - japanese: concept in traditional Japanese aesthetics, world view centered on the acceptance of the natural cycle of growth and decay
gökotta - swedish: waking up early in the morning to go out to hear the birds sing
aware (哀れ) - japanese: from the phrase “mono no aware” which translates to “a sensitivity to ephemera”; the impermanence of moments of transcendent beauty
kyōiku mama (教育ママ) - japanese: a stereotyped figure in modern Japanese society portrayed as a mother who pushes her children into academic achievements
muditā - sanskrit: the pleasure that comes from delighting in other people’s well-being and happiness
torschlusspanik - german: literally “gate-closing panic”; refers to the fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages
ichigo ichie (一期一会) - japanese: idiom that describes a cultural concept of treasuring gatherings with people; a reminder to cherish moments and meetings with people because they can never be replicated; each moment is always once in a lifetime
saudade - portuguese: the bittersweet feeling of longing for or missing something or someone that you love and which or who is lost
dapjeongneo (답정너) - korean: when somebody has already decided the answer they want to hear after asking a question and are waiting for you to say that exact answer
aranyhíd - hungarian: literally “golden bridge”; defined as the glistening reflection of the sun on the ocean
kyōka suigetsu (鏡花水月) - chinese: literally means “Mirror Flower, Water Moon”; a visible entity that cannot be touched or grasped, like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected on the water’s surface
yoko meshi (横飯) - japanese: literal meaning “a meal eaten sideways”; used to describe the stress of speaking a foreign language
uitwaaien - dutch: literally to walk with the wind; the act of walking outside in the fresh air to clear one’s head
sprezzatura - italian: to make whatever one does or says appear to be effortless, studied carelessness; form of defensive irony
(h)onne (本音) - japanese: more common with tatemae (建前); the contrast between a person’s true feelings and desires that are often kept hidden, except with one’s closest friends (本音) and the socially acceptable behavior and opinions one displays in public (建前)
guanxi (关系) - chinese: a central idea in the Chinese business society; the ways of getting things done by doing favours - “once a favour is done, an unspoken obligation exists, [so] people often try to refuse gifts, because, sooner or later, they may have to repay the debt”
meraki (μεράκι) - greek: doing something with passion, absolute devotion and attention, with soul and love; when you put something of yourself into what you’re doing
pena ajena - (mexican) spanish: the embarrassment you feel because of the actions of others or someone else’s humiliation; second-hand embarrassment

list no.1

  • listening to rise against: good
  • listening to rise against on ear-shattering volume: Very Good
  • listening to rise against on ear-shattering volume while screaming along with the lyrics: !! Good!! so good
  • listening to rise against on ear-shattering volume while screaming along with the lyrics, tears streaming from your eyes, 18mph over the speed limit, having an transcendent moment connecting to your own soul: G R E A T

therealoctaviaspencer: No filter. I spend much of my time now marveling at the beauty in the simplest things. This one of my favorite cinematic moments in #Gifted or any movie really. Oh, The way Marc Webb blocked this scene with @mckennagraceful and #ChrisEvans. I won’t tell you the conversation b/c you need to see the film and after you do, meet me here to discuss. I refer to it as a #Hamilton moment bc I’d just seen and become obsessed with Lin-Manuel Miranda’s genius. I wasn’t scheduled to work this day and as you can see, time was of the essence to get the shot. The crew hustled down the beach, everyone moved equipment etc. just to make sure it happened. And afterwards we all applauded because it was just that beautiful. So, here’s a tip of my hat to the #gifted crew for hustling, Marc for blocking it this way, and to Mckenna and Chris for a transcendent moment. PS this is NOT my photography lol.

Honestly one of my favorite parts of The Penultimate Peril was when Esmé broke up with Olaf and Jerome said, “Great, I knew you could be noble again! Come join us!” And Esmé was like “Um no just because I broke up with my bf doesn’t mean I’m gonna be noble god Jerome noble is out.”

Like Esmé is evil, one of the most unquestionably treacherous people in the series, but this moment???? I love it so much. We were introduced to Esmé first as a guardian, but as a villain she was mainly referred to as “Olaf’s girlfriend”, which made it feel more like her nefarious deeds were because of Olaf, like her purpose was to be his girlfriend.

In this moment, Esmé abandons that identity. She’s not Olaf’s girlfriend anymore. Jerome, thinking that she was just Olaf’s girlfriend, and that he was the one that made her evil so to speak, believes that without him she will join them. That, in the absence of the man in her life, she will go back to the way things used to be.

As I said, from The Ersatz Elevator and on, Esmé is referred to as either Count Olaf’s girlfriend or Count Olaf’s ex-girlfriend. This makes some degree of sense within the context of the story. Every treacherous person the Baudelaires meet, and some of the noble ones as well, are connected to Olaf, and often referred to with their relationship to him. Olaf’s hemchpeople, Olaf’s girlfriend, Olaf’s victim. The Baudelaires lives revolve around Olaf at this point in their lives because he causes them ceaseless trouble.

But in this moment, Esmé transcends that role. Her metaphorical part in Olaf’s also metaphorical play about getting the non-metaphorical Baudelaire fortune. She comes fully into herself. She is her own villain. And I love that.

Down the Rabbit Hole (pt. 12)

Previous and Next

Amy feels a rush of charged air pass over her in a wave along with the scent of dust and ancient things left undisturbed for a thousand years. She takes a few steps into the chamber lit with an unseen source. The floor, walls, and ceiling are all one perfect piece of marble cut into a cube-shaped room that is almost entirely empty. It’s an impossible place, one of those moments that transcend words as Amy feels herself pass out of reality and into someplace else.

At the center of the room stands a suit of armor. It is not gleaming and bright. Rather it is beaten and battered with age and use in what could be a hundred battles, yet the armor still stands intact. In its outstretched hands is a sword, long and thin and perfect. In fact, it seems to be the source of the room’s strange ethereal energy that pulses with Amy’s heartbeat. She feels drawn to the armor and the sword, as if it were a trinket she once knew well but lost as a child, and now she’s found it right where she left it, here in this room.

“Wilford?” Amy turns back, but the three men cannot follow her. In fact, it seems that they cannot even see into the room. Their worried expressions make her stomach twist up with guilt, but she can’t resist the pull of the armor.

She reaches out her hand as curiosity drives her forward and common sense pulls her back. Finally her curiosity wins over, and she seizes the sword. When she does, another flash of light explodes from the point where her fingers have brushed the handle of the blade, and Amy’s hair is blown back.

When the light fades and the rush of power ceases, Amy finds herself now garbed in the armor. It’s been altered to fit her perfectly, and the chainmail sounds like the ringing of little bells when she walks out of the room with the sword balanced between her hands as it had balanced in the armor’s hands before. Wilford and Bim both take a step away from her, pulling the Host back as well, as she seems to shine with the strange light for a few more moments until the doors close, and the light disappears as quickly as it had come.

“Well, that was rather dramatic,” Wilford muses, obviously shaken by the otherworldly display.

Host breathes a shaky sigh. “Let’s not do that again.”

Bim is strangely silent, offering none of his usual sass or well-meaning words. Instead, he watches Amy—not her exactly but rather the armor—as she walks closer to them. Amy pretends not to notice, but part of her wonders what could be going on behind his attentive brown eyes. “Bim?”

But the figment merely shakes his head, replacing his blank expression with a more appropriate smile. “Nothing, I was simply worried what this means. Usually you don’t need armor unless…”

An explosion rocks the ground beneath their feet. “Speak of the devil,” Bim hisses and runs out of the vault. The others follow after him in quick succession, even Amy who is still slightly stunned by the latest developments. When they reach the ground floor of the castle, the grand doors explode inward suddenly. The force of the blast sends Amy and the three figments flying backwards among the shrapnel, and Amy is glad for the armor until she lands on the steps of the staircase and feels the metal shift uncomfortably under the impact.

The others slide a little farther, beneath the overhanging second floor where they struggle to get back on their feet quick enough to defend Amy. The young woman herself is quick to recover despite her shock, and when she gets to her feet, the sword is in her hand, poised at the ready.

The Red King sweeps into the entryway as the dust of the explosion clears. His dark silver crown is perched perfectly on his head as he smirks at the meager display of force before him. “How nice, the little chosen one found the magic sword. Funny, I wouldn’t have figured it to be you.” Dark gestures towards Amy flippantly. “A small, pretty thing such as yourself belongs in a garden among the flowers rather than in a suit of armor.”

Amy puts herself between Dark and the others. “I won’t let you hurt them.”

Dark looks somewhat amused, tilting his head to the side and continuing to study her closely. “We’ll just have to see about that.”

anonymous asked:

ive been thinking abt link and zelda in the hateno house, and they just finished dinner and someone started playing faint music down the road. idk what happens next but listen.. they're slow dancing and so so happy

(pick ur flavor) 

It had been, so far, a typical summer evening in Hateno. After dinner, Link and Zelda sat on either side of the couch, fingers intertwined. Their usual routine was just to chat until they got tired enough to go to bed, but tonight they were interrupted. Sweet accordion notes drifted on the breeze, floating in through the open kitchen window. It was a familiar song, but still, neither of them could pinpoint it. 

“Is one of Kass’ kids in town?” Zelda asked tiredly, but there was a new light in her eyes. Link knew that look. Music always had that affect on her. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Mm,” she replied simply, staring past Link at the window, but swaying somewhat to the music. Link let out a breath of a laugh and stood, offering her his hand and a knowing smile. Zelda smiled back, taking his hand and stepping up off of the couch. 

In the center of the room, Link held up Zelda’s hand carefully, his free hand on her hip; she reached back and up to hold his shoulder, and they began to sway, stepping slowly in sync with each other. A smile etched itself onto Zelda’s lips as she looked up at him, her hero staring back down at her with unwavering blue eyes. Even after so long together, even after a century of living, heat filled her cheeks. It was no longer butterflies, but a heavier sort of love that burdened her heart and willed her to be close to him. 

It was silent now besides the accordion music and the floor creaking occasionally beneath their feet. Zelda rested her cheek against Link’s chest, wondering faintly when he had gotten so much taller; Link dipped his head next to hers, let his eyes fall shut, and savored the smell of her hair as their bodies became closer with every step. There was nowhere they could feel safer or more comfortable than in each others arms, warm and content and forever grateful that no matter what struggles had come their way, it brought them here. Nothing else was more evident, even in such a fleeting dance, that this moment transcended the pain they had gone through - in this moment, all was well in Hyrule. 

Death as fulfillment. An ending as a beginning. If that sounds like a complicated idea, Malloy has conveniently expressed it in music and lyrics. As Pierre looks upward, he sings, “It seems to me / That this comet / Feels me / Feels my softened and uplifted soul / And my newly melted heart / Now blossoming into a new life.” The chandelier pulses with more and more light. On the monitor, you can see the faces of everyone in the audience, all looking — for once in the hectic show — in the same direction. There’s another face, too: Malloy’s Pierre, ever imperfect, ever himself, caught in a transcendent moment.

“Fuck,” a crew member says in the silence backstage. “Why are we closing again?”

10 of the most beautiful words in different languages



(n) the wordless look between two people who both desire something, yet are equally reluctant to initiate.



(n) a longing to travel, missing a place you’ve never been.



(n) the glimmering, road-like reflection the moon creates on water.



(n) a joke so poorly told and unfunny you can’t help but laugh.



(n) just the right amount.



(n) an absence of anything annoying, taking pleasure from the presence of gentle or soothing things.



(n) the feeling of being alone in the woods



(n) a friendship bonding two girls together for eternity as kindred sisters.



(n) the ability to gauge mood of others, read the atmosphere, and react appropriately.



(n) the bittersweetness of a brief and fading moment of transcendent beauty

You are not the labels that you have attached to your unconditioned Being.  You are the ever-present, unborn space of pure awareness - without names, forms or limitations.  ~Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

anonymous asked:

hi~ i read your about page where you said you might write up your reasons for not liking some ft ships like the whole debate with fraxus/miraxus & chendy/rowen but i couldn't find anything on it on your blog so i wondered what were your thoughts on that? i know there's fandom arguments about homophobia and crackshipping there too. i’m a multishipper but i really like your anti posts for naruto so i thought if you had any ft ones then they might be as good! �

Thank you! I’m really glad you that like my Naruto posts. They’re pretty controversial, so nice comments are always appreciated! 😅 Dude, I haven’t updated by ‘about’ page in months, so doing that write-up completely passed my mind… Thanks for being interested though! I guess I’ll spill:

Right, this might be quite controversial, so remember that any opinions expressed are just personal preferences/reasons, right? ⚠️

Like I said on my page, “I have a ‘manga > anime’ complex thanks to Studio Pierrot, so I only read FT. I wanted to avoid filler brainwashing, bias and only know of canon with this series, after the mess with Naruto…” Therefore, I only really ship that which I believe is substantially depicted/suggested in canon, and kind of have a bit of a pet peeve for anything outside of that.
[ #1 justification disclaimer! ]

( 1 ) Mir/axus [ & Fraxus ]

So I was genuinely surprised that Mir/axus was even a thing when I started searching the fandom’s tag, once I’d caught up. I don’t know if they’ve been implied in filler, but they were non-existent as a romantic pair in the manga. Honestly, they hardly had any on-panel interaction… Like, the only evidence that came to mind for “logical” reasoning behind them was chapter 380’s cover art. (Maybe 329’s, at a push.) I even tried to find some supposed “moments” under their Wikia page, but that listed was merely scarce interaction with no romantic subtext; each synopsis was pretty much grasping for straws.

Here’s the thing – you mentioned the fandom discourse of “homophobic” accusations, right? Now, the I too hate when shippers (in any fandom) cry that, simply because others don’t ship a queer pairing. Like, c’mon. But, in this case (and Wendy’s), I must admit that I do find it somewhat relevant… Idk if this ship’s popularity (and, more so, acceptance alongside the actual semi-canon pairs) is because most have been influenced by external material or if it’s just because there’s no other member of the opposite sex that they’re paired with, but Fraxus was actually suggested in canon; emphatically from Freed’s point of view! Even on Laxus’ side, numerous chapters have moments that – here’s the thing – anyone would undeniably accept if either Freed or Laxus were female*.

[ My volumes are enclosed in my bookcase, but luckily I have 49 – 57 (Avatar – Alvarez) on-hand beside my bed, so I skimmed through to find (max.) five pages to evidence Laxus’ P.O.V. ‘cause this post will already be long enough. ]

Chapter 416: “At this rate, I won’t be able to protect what’s important to me.”

It’s also worth noting that the official tankōbon/volume translation of this reads: “I’m not strong enough to protect the people I love yet.”

Chapter 460.

Chapter 462: “But that ain’t important now. All I’ve got on my mind… Is bringing the pain to the bastard who took out Freed and the others.”

Chapter 472: “So you’re the one who did a number on Freed and the others?”

Chapter 473: “Thanks a lot, Freed… There’s no wizard that could break your spells…”

*That’s the key consideration – that if you were to replace either’s gender for that of the opposite sex, it changes how they’re perceived. These panels, for example, are dismissed by those who oppose Fraxus, but they would be regarded as “ship moments” and a validation of Laxus’ affection if you were to replace Freed’s name in the dialogue and/or presence in the panels with a female (Mira)!

That’s why I can kind of understand these claims, ’cause the existence and general fandom acceptance of these ships is very heteronormative in that respect (i.e. ignoring present queer pairings for heterosexual ‘crack-ships’) which makes it kind of discriminatory; reminiscent of homophobia perhaps. [ Although, I agree that term is a little extreme, as it doesn’t seem intentionally prejudiced. ] Whilst Freed is emphatically portrayed as queer, Laxus’ sexuality is a little more implicit, yet he is assumed straight by default… It’s ironic/hypocritical because the majority of ships are founded upon one character’s feelings, whilst neither Mira nor Laxus have shown said romantic interest in each-other.

( 2 ) Ro/Wen [ & Chendy ]

Again, I hate Ro/Wen due to a similar reasoning. Finding out that they even existed as a ship was baffling, tbh! I mean, at least Miraxus had the cover as some rationale, but Ro/Wen is based solely on them being the same age… Talk about heteronormative? Also, technically, that’s an incorrect claim, due to the seven year time-skip in which she remained frozen. Like, she’s actually the same age as Sting & Rogue. But you don’t find her forced with them. Why, because they’re older and that’s frowned upon? You know, despite the same premise applying to Ro/Wen; since Romeo was half Wendy’s age when she was introduced (6 & 12).

The ship can’t even be supported with evidence, since they had no significant canon interaction until the Alvarez Arc. Their only other contact was in an omake. Yet their age difference is evident in both; dismissing any reach at romantic subtext. In the omake, Romeo refers to Wendy as “nee[-chan]”. Similarly, she is presented comforting him like a child, with him looking up to her as that same sister figure in their Alvarez panels. I have seen some of these shippers disregard Chendy as being “platonic”, when Romeo and Wendy’s dynamic is actually – canonically and strictly – such.

Chendy, however, do have a substantial, visibly & literally present, mutual bond. They have extensive, plentiful interaction, as well as an actually present romantic subtext… I know that it may be difficult for (I guess) anyone outside of the LGBT+ or a truly ‘open’ community to understand, due to our heteronormative society – as Chendy are often disregarded as “just friends” (🙄) – but many of their moments transcend platonic affection and bear intense likeness to the other romantic pairs’ depictions. For example, they are also featured alongside the semi-canon couples in art-work, like Mashima’s couple sketches on Twitter.

Not to mention that friendship is the foundation of any healthy, romantic relationship! Of course they’re going to be best friends before engaging in such, particularly in the case of same-sex pairs. Yet no-one uses this dialogue (of labelling each-other as “friends”) against NaLu, despite them stating the other as that same description on numerous occasions. But despite that mentioned above, Chendy are still dismissed. Again, if either were the male, then it would be a different situation… I mean, since people ship characters based solely on covers and all – chapter 421’s cover (among others)?


Obviously there’s nothing wrong with crack-shipping! And, no, not liking a queer pair [more than a straight one] doesn’t make you “homophobic”. But – in the case of Fraxus 🆚 Mir/axus & Chendy 🆚 Ro/Wen – I think that there is something kind of messed up with arrogantly defying a character’s canon depicted/suggested sexuality and/or romantic interest(s). There is something somewhat discriminatory about disregarding their other prevalent, significant and actually developed bonds, to the extent that someone’s heteronormativity is so severe that they substitute a same-sex character for an irrelevant one of the opposite sex, who does not even have decent interaction with the character in question; fabricated entirely from the ridiculous, inaccurate [R/W] rationale of them being “the same age” or merely sharing a chapter cover.

That sounds much harsher than I intended, I’m so sorry! Btw, I don’t blame shippers – everyone is (obviously) allowed to ship what they want! What’s stated above is simply why I’m against Mir/axus and Ro/Wen, especially as an avid supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and a bisexual myself.

[ I’ve updated by ‘about’ page now too, btw! ]


…That’s fine, I didn’t need my heart today anyway.

The signs as untranslatable words

Aries: Fernweh (German) - To feel homesick for a place you’ve never been to.
Taurus: Shlimazl (Yiddish) - A chronically unlucky person.
Gemini: Rire dans sa barbe (French) - To laugh into your beard quietly whilst thinking about something that happened in the past.
Cancer: Aware (Japanese) - The bittersweetness of a brief fading moment of transcendent beauty.
Leo: Gattara (Italian) - A woman, often old and lonely who dedicates herself to stray cats.
Virgo: Won (Korean) - Reluctance on a person’s part to let go of an illusion or dream.
Libra: Wabi-Sabi (Japanese) - Accepting beauty in the natural cycle of growth and decay.
Scorpio: Backpfeifengesicht (German) - A face dearly in need of a fist.
Sagittarius: Age-otori (Japanese) - To look worse after a haircut.
Capricorn: Kjæreste (Norwegian) - Gender neutral term for boyfriend or girlfriend.
Aquarius: Saudade (Portuguese) - The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost. 
Pisces: Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan) - A wordless yet meaningful look shared between two people who desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start.

The mask is pure confrontation - an antipode, and nothing else. It has no reverse side - “Spirits have no back,” the people say. It has nothing which might transcend this mighty moment of confrontation. It has, in other words, no complete existence either. It is the symbol and the manifestation of that which is simultaneously there and not there: that which is excruciatingly near, that which is completely absent - both in one reality.
—  Walter F. Otto, Dionysus: Myth and Cult

Funny thing happened to me two years ago today… I went to a U2 show hoping for a “unity of mind and spirit” in a “moment of transcendence,” a prayer of sorts evidenced in the text above I had sent to my friend a month before.  An oddly specific request, and certainly not a small one - transcendence?  Bit of a lofty concept for a rock show, not to mention I don’t think I’d ever experienced transcendence before, or even knew exactly what it meant.  I have no idea why it was that precise word that kept buzzing around in my brain, or why I was sure I needed it so badly.  And not just anytime, anywhere - no, I needed it on this particular weekend in Denver, Colorado.  And of course there was only one person, in my mind, who could possibly grant such an extraordinary and dare I say mystical request…

I had already met Adam Clayton earlier that day, a dream of mine since U2 became my favourite band at age 8.  Then I ended up directly in front of him at the show, and he would not stop smiling at me, which completely blew my mind.  And boy, was I in the moment.  Unity of mind and spirit for sure.  I swear during “Out of Control” I regressed to a past life as a Dubliner rocking out to a local punk band in a small club in 1979, whose energy got me high, so very high, higher than I’d ever been before.  I’m not talking about a mile above sea level, I’m talking about high as in…

…the kind of high you only find when you need it, when you have to know all the bullshit in life is worth it.  ‘cause you’re never really happy here, in this world.  You know you’re missing something, and it’s beginning to feel like your very soul is on the line.  So you ask the universe for some kind of answer.  You ask to let go of the past you keep holding onto, the future you keep worrying about.  You ask for surrender, surrender to the moment, this moment, right here in the middle of a rock concert in Colorado, hoping that extra altitude might get you a little closer to what you’re really lookin’ for…

I know, I know.  It’s just a rock concert.  You can’t put too much on this.  After all, who the hell goes to a rock ‘n roll show demanding transcendence? 

Just weirdos like me, I guess, and whoever that dude is on stage rambling about needing my help to get “transcendent.”  “Some highs you can only find when you need them,” he says.  “And we need them…”

No pressure.