which brings me to you

How can I purify my mind so that I can have a good meditation?

In your case, the best thing to do is to feel every day for a few minutes that you have no mind. Say, “I have no mind, I have no mind. What I have is the heart.” Then after some time, say, “No, I don’t have the heart. What I have is the soul.”

When you say, “I have no mind,” this does not mean that you are becoming an animal again. Far from it. You are only saying, “I don’t care for this mind, which is bringing me so much impurity and torturing me so much.” When you say, “I have the heart,” you feel that the heart has some purity. But when you say, “I have the soul,” you are flooded with purity. Then, after some time, you have to go deeper and farther and not only say, “I have the soul,” but also “I am the soul.” The moment you say, “I am the soul,” and you meditate on this truth, at that time your soul’s infinite purity will come up and enter into the heart. Then from the heart, the infinite purity will enter into the mind. In this way you will purify your mind and your heart and you will have a wonderful meditation every day.

You have to know that the mind is almost always impure. It always brings in dark and bad thoughts. Even when it is not doing this, it is still a victim to doubt, jealousy, hypocrisy and fear. All negative things attack the mind first. You may reject them for a minute, but the next minute they will knock at your door again. This is the mind. But the heart is much, much purer. Even if you have fear or jealousy in the heart, the good qualities of the heart still come forward. Affection, love, devotion, surrender and other divine qualities are already in the heart. That is why the heart is much purer than the mind.

But again, the heart is not totally pure because the vital is around the heart. The lower vital, situated near the navel, tends to come up and touch the heart centre. It makes the heart impure by its influence and proximity. The heart is not like the mind, which is always opening its door to impure ideas. The heart is far better than the mind. But the best is the soul. In it there is no impurity: It is all purity, light, bliss and divinity.

- Sri Chinmoy, Meditation: God’s Blessing-Assurance,

anonymous asked:

Any advice on getting over a breakup? It's been three months. We don't speak anymore, but sometimes I find myself thinking of him and missing him. Sometimes I'm afraid that I won't find anyone better, although he wasn't the most perfect anyway.

I’ve been through numerous breakups, each and every time I’ve felt like I was never going to meet anyone else who’d love me. I also felt that I would never find actual love again, each of those times I’ve been wrong because I’ve ended up finding love again.

I know when you’re getting over someone, you’ll hear people say things like “surround yourself with friends and family,” which could help. The thing is, surrounding yourself with friends or family may not be applicable to you, also there may be times you just want to be alone, especially when grieving over a failed relationship.

Which brings me to my next point, you’re allowed to grieve over your relationship, you’re allowed to cry and stay in bed when you can, it’s okay to cry yourself to sleep. Allow yourself to grieve your relationship and grieve a partner who’s no longer apart of your life. Within this grieving period, there’s no room for pride. Let your pridefulness subside and bring yourself to a point of shedding all the grief you carry.

The next step is to avoid putting a timer on the point in which you feel you should be “over” your ex. I think often times as we’re in the process of moving on we fall into the habit of saying “I need to be over this person in x amount of months.” Part of it is pride and part of it is just being tired of being sad. You should never feel pathetic about “still” not being over your ex, especially if you see them out in public or on social media and they seem to be already over you. Sometimes moving on takes six months or even over a year or even two years, sometimes more. This doesn’t mean your life stops, the grief eventually fades and you change as a person for the better in the process. It’s a great thing.

The final step, my favorite step, is getting to know yourself again. Exploring your favorite hobbies in a deeper, more challenging way. Also, discovering new hobbies! If you’re a writer like myself, write something every day, write fan fictions and essays and stories and poems and blog posts. If you paint or draw, paint something every day, even the smallest thing.

Whatever your art or hobby is, continue it and do it every day, do it whenever you think about your ex. This also works for school and work, put your all into anything that will keep you successful. This might not be appealing but I actually took up tons of extra hours in school to keep myself busy. Writing, school, and the gym were all I did mostly and it really helped me become a better person which was my first priority but as a result, it helped me get over my ex.

My own kind. I’m not sure there’s a name for us. I suspect we’re born this way: our hearts screwed in tight, already a little broken. We hate sentimentality and yet we’re deeply sentimental. Low-grade Romantics. Tough but susceptible. Afflicted by parking lots, empty courtyards, nostalgic pop music. When we cried for no reason as babies, just hauled off and wailed, our parents seemed to know, instinctively, that it wasn’t diaper rash or colic. It was something deeper that they couldn’t find a comfort for, though the good ones tried mightily, shaking rattles like maniacs and singing, “Happy Birthday” a little louder than called for. We weren’t morose little kids. We could be really happy (p.2).
—  Which Brings Me to You: A Novel in Confession
Which Brings Me to You

“You’re no savage, right?” That’s what you asked me. But you know as well as I do that we’re all savages in due course. Our love gets hammered into something sharp and we stab the people around us, for the unpardonable crime of refusing to abandon us.

Steve Almond from Which Brings Me to You: A Novel in Confessions

Which Brings Me to You by DazzlinSparkle05

Which Brings Me to You by DazzlinSparkle05

Bella is a lonely, snarky girl. Edward is a guy on a constant search for something more. Will these two be what the other is looking for?

  • Chapters: 24
  • Status: Complete
  • POV: main POV is Bella, 7 chapters will be Edward
  • Rating: M
  • Grade: A-

Hi guys! Thank you for the welcome!  I’m swiftstewart0913 you can call me SS or SwiftStew. This will be my first review. Please be nice. :) on with the review.

Bella is a divorced single mom, Edward is a doctor. They meet, fall in love, but Bella doesn’t believe in marriage anymore.  Can Edward change her mind?

They didn’t meet immediately in this story so be patient, your patience will be rewarded big time. I liked this because Bella is not the usual shy and stutters that we usually read, she is witty and fun in this, I love reading stories where Bella stands for herself. and I’m a sucker for Humor/Romance/Family genre.  Especially if Bella or Edward has a kid in a story. :)

Romance with very little drama thrown in there somewhere but mostly fluff, cuteness, and some Lemon. ;)

A Warning to all the Jasper lovers there, you won’t like him in this story. He’s kind of an a**. Read at your own risk.

Enjoy Reading!

-SwiftStew

My own kind. I’m not sure there’s a name for us. I suspect we’re born this way: our hearts screwed in tight, already a little broken. We hate sentimentality and yet we’re deeply sentimental. Low-grade Romantics. Tough but susceptible. Afflicted by parking lots, empty courtyards, nostalgic pop music. When we cried for no reason as babies, just hauled off and wailed, our parents seemed to know, instinctively, that it wasn’t diaper rash or colic. It was something deeper that they couldn’t find a comfort for, though the good ones tried mightily, shaking rattles like maniacs and singing, “Happy Birthday” a little louder than called for. We weren’t morose little kids. We could be really happy.
Normal Soap

I wanted Normal and I was willing to accept the bargain. First, you hand over some basics-overwhelming joy, existential angst, a giving-in to desire, etc. And then you promise to withstand talking idly about the weather, to encourage cliche, to uphold the virtues of average. You hand over the need to be understood and, in return, you get a bar of Normal soap. And you can wash in it and be daily reborn to a safe world of modest, enduring love or, at least, mild, well-mannered bonding.

- Julianna Baggot from Which Brings Me to You

Falling

The truth is that I fall in love
so easily because

it’s easy.
It happens

a dozen times some days.
I’ve lived whole lives,

had children,
grown old, and died

in the arms of other women
in no more time

than it takes the 2-train
to get from City Hall to Brooklyn,

which brings me back
to you: the only one

I fall in love with
at least once every day—

not because
there are no other
 
lovely women in the world,
but because each time,

dying in their arms,
I call your name.

Happy wedding day to my fifth daughter Brandy and lovely, funny Ben. I wish for you what Patrick Phillips write here, a lifetime of falling in love that never fails to bring you back to each other.

5

Saturday Breakfast, lunch and dinner. I caught up with a friend for brekky, then had lunch with my parents after picking them up from the airport (they’ve been in the US and Canada for the past few weeks). Got home and proceeded to chill on the couch all afternoon. I watched Babe, because watching movies I loved as a kid makes me happy 😊😊😊

Which brings me to a question I’ve got for you all - what was your fave movie as a kid?! Cos it’s a rainy Sunday so I’m going to watch more movies and continue this sweet happiness vibe 😌

boilingcopper  asked:

I'm a bloody beginner to airbrushing and I admire your work absolutely! Which brings me to the question - wahr kind/size of needle/muzzle do you use? And which brand of colors and thinning ratio? If this falls under 'profession secret' I totally understand! 😉 Keep up your work, it's always pure pleasure to look at! Have a grand week!

Thank you! I’m so bad with the airbrush. Or maybe I’m not the worst, but it’s not super enjoyable for me. All the cleaning, messing with air pressure, the gear that has to be put on and taken off..

I use an Iwata HP-C+ with its stock .3mm needle, and I mostly just use the airbrush for base coating and maybe rudimentary shading. My air compressor is the Air Elite-275XP. It’s a bit loud, but it maintains steady pressure - I’ve got no complaints.

My favorite brand of paint for a while has been Scale75′s Scalecolor range, which is thick and dries matte, but I’m finding that their Fantasy & Games line requires less thinning and dries more eggshell/satin. I’m also interested in trying out the Warcolours line. I’ve only tried one metallic color so far, but I’m impressed, and hope to acquire more soon. 

aintgotnoladytronblues replied to your post:aintgotnoladytronblues replied to your photoset …

oh, it definitely reads as the culmination of bay’s little fuck-you-pay-me shitfit; “i’ve put in the time on the company dole for the good ol us of a, a mercenary on the military dime and crashing on the military’s pad, and i take the checks and do what they ask even when i can do it better and i’m a selfish shit who keeps going back to it anyway - the least they can do is honor my sacrifices for what their money’s worth”

Which brings me right back to something I think I mentioned to you ages ago, about how the one thing Age of Extinction reminded me of most was the end of Grant Morrison’s run on Batman Inc, when his 21st Century Funky Flashman bullshit finally runs aground on the realities of his problematic fav and on the material realities of serial mainstream superhero comics, in similarly satisfying fashion. Man now I gotta rewatch AoE and P&G again.

|| VULNERABLE ||

I’m back after my flu bug has gone. Whatever it really was, i don’t know but it hit me hard and i hated it. I spent the second day in bed sleeping till about 7pm and it was magical.
Being sick always makes you feel vulnerable.

Which brings me to catch up for #FeelYourAsana . I’m so sorry that as a host i was so late! But forgive okay - viruses come unexpectedly!
Pick an asana which makes you feel vulnerable.
Definitely alien pose.
Not a traditional one but the backbend, the control, the open shoulders and hips, it’s all quite scary.
But we do it anyway.
It’s all down to trust in ourselves and knowing that if you know what you need to do (and you’re strong and flexible enough - yoga wise) even these scary things in life won’t seem so bad!

We’re already going through your challenge entries and don’t worry if you need to catch up like i do! We’ll give you time!

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Wherever You Will Go - Riddick/Johns

Well I got a very rude comment on this video today.  (Why yes, it IS gay.  Good job for noticing.)  So I decided I would share it here as I don’t believe I have.  I happen to adore this video.  It’s one of my favorite Riddick/Johns ones I’ve done.  This went along with my fic Bring Me Back to You which was my 100th fanfic.  Woo!  So screw you hater.

 So… here goes me testing out the reason why I was talked out of going inactive. Let’s see if this works.
 Some of you probably know this, most of you don’t know, but I do have a family that is very important to me. Well… no, they’re not a real family, but they are pretty much the closest thing I have to a family, and they mean a lot. Sometimes I write stories about them. Which brings me to my point.
 What would you all feel about me smearing your dash with my words? Would any of you bother to read things I write? I know most of you probably wouldn’t understand some of the things about my family (which shall be referred to as Point Blank from now until forever), but… I guess you can always ask questions if you don’t get something. Plus, that’s not all I write about. Sometimes I write really bad fan fiction.
 Long point short, would you all mind if I spilled my personal stories over your retinas? Would any of you actually be interested? I don’t want to do something that would cause anybody annoyance.

I was tagged by @pixarchan and @jadethepandacub thanks guys! :)

Rules: Complete the questions and tag ppl

How tall are you? 5'7 which brings me to 171cm

What color and style is your hair? Dark brown and kinda wavy (with red highlights)

What color are your eyes? Dark brown

Do you wear glasses/contacts? I wear glasses :)

Do you have braces? No

What is your fashion sense? I like to dress comfortably

Do you have any siblings? No

What are your favorite subjects? (I’m kind of a nerd lol) Science and history

What are your favorite tv shows? I enjoy watching Steven universe but that’s abt it for watching tv lol. I also love the Full House TV series

Favorite books? Not reading anything new right now tbh

Favorite pastime? Walking, listening to music, looking at kfp stuff lol XD

Do you have any regrets? I have a few.

What is your dream job? Not sure yet lol

Do you want to get married? Maybe someday

Do you want to have kids and how many? Maybe someday

How many countries have you visited? None lol. Does seeing Canada from the opposite side count? XD

What is the scariest dream you’ve had? It was this scene from a scary movie that I saw 😨

Do you have any enemies? I don’t think so

Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? No

I’ll tag: @icequeenfirewarrior @thebigfatpanda

@drunk-and-clingy


“Legends say that on one night, the river started streaming down pieces of gold. A young proud elf happend to take his morning walk around this river and noticed the blinding light that emerged from the clear waters. Curiosity struck him so he bowed down, dipped his hands in the water and revealed chunks of gold. Amazed and struck by this sudden luck he ran in the nearest village to give in the news of the golden river. People started running hastly, as if they were running for their lives and soon the banks of the river was overflowing with elves, fairies and other oddities. All of them were eagerly fishing for pieces of gold which would bring them fortune and wealth.”

“You have to be kidding me, right? Our Lauren used to stream down gold?”

“I think so. Or atleast, that’s what the legends are saying. That’s what my mom used to tell me as a bed-time story. That’s the story of our village and how people found home here in order to get richer and richer. But one day the river stopped streaming down gold as the villagers were waiting for it so greedily.”

“I never believed in such, excuse the pun, fairytails.” The client chugged down what was left of their beer, threw the money on the wooden counter which landed with a clank and left the bar storming.

Laurenandë is a valley situated between two proud mountains: Zigil and Baran. The mountains protect the inhabitants of Larenandë and offer them life and vitality through the pure crystal water that springs from where the rocky surface of the mountains collide. It flows, gradually making its way down, leaking and dragging itself like a painting brush, bringing vitality and life wherever it continued its course. A village was built at the very end of this river, called, by the old elves, Anila. Anila housed elves, fairies, gnomes and every other oddity you could ever think of. A close-knitted village with lush parks, loud marketplaces and brewing inns. 

Sëren strolled down a cobbled path next to the river. Weed and dandelions grew hastily from the cracks in the pavement trying to crawl out of the ground. ‘Such a hot sunny morning’, thought Sëren as he wiped away the little globes of sweat that formed on his forhead with the back of his hand. He opened the lacey parasol so he could protect himself from the burning summer day. Light hit the rich crown of the willows, the leaves filtering down shiney golden rays the would harmonically move everytime the wind blew. A rusty melody was to be heard everytime a breeze raced through the branches which were hanging down as if they were bowing. The soft gush of wind tickled Sërens bare thighs, as he was only wearing a pair of khaki shorts which he paired with a thin turtleneck croptop in the same color. His shiny greek sandals squashed the bits of grass under his feet as Sëren hurried towards a dock which was built over the river.

Slowly stepping on it, Sëren could hear the creaking of the wood beneath his feet, making him wonder once more if the rapid waters won’t snatch the dock away and him aswell. Although sometimes Sëren wondered that, he still finds comfort on this landing. A bench was plopped down at the end of the dock facing the river, while a boat was harboring next to it, tied with a thick nod. Sometimes it would flow forwards and hit the side of the landing, making it shake slightly. Sëren carefully took a seat on the bench, admiring the new additions that it now held. This spot was a popular for couples and everytime a new romance was born, lovebirds would carve something meaningful to them in the poor crippled bench. Some people have gone so far to even carve out pieces of the dock in order to show their undying love. Sëren always came here on Saturday mornings to relax and read a book while he listened to the calming flow of the river.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply, placed the book on his lap then tried to position his parasol in such a manner that it would create shade over him. He flicked the tip of his index finger across his poked out tongue then started to turn the pages of chipped book until he found his bookmark. After he placed the knitted bookmark next to him, he started reading through his parted lips in a whisper.

caeillian  asked:

1/2 Hey! I've just very, very recently stumbled into the Sherlock (and especially Johnlock) Fandom and therefore my knowledge about Meta and what has been going on around the series (interviews, spoilers etc) is still quite limited. It surely has been discussed before, but I wanted to ask you about an interview I read of Moffat where he states that a relationship between John and Sherlock is "never going to happen": Doesn't this clearly put the whole theory of an ongoing lovestory to rest?

2/2 Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to rain on the Johnlock parade, I really love the ship, I’ve read some amazing fanfiction and while reading some meta theories, I can clearly see what can be read in canon as a love story. But after reading the interview I was a bit disillusioned, which brings me here - maybe you have some insight which can give me hope again that the resolution of Sherlock’s and John’s relationship is far from over?

First of all, welcome to hell ;)

To address your concerns though, a general rule of thumb is to NOT trust anything the creators say. They have been well known to lie and contradict themselves on many occasions. I admit it was one of my concerns too when first venturing into the fandom but I soon learned to take everything they say with a pinch of salt. 

Rather than re-write what others have said on this, I implore that you watch @quietlyprim‘s TJLC Explained series on youtube. The second episode addresses yours (and many others) concerns very well and when you see it for yourself, you’ll soon be reassured. 

Remember, the creators don’t want to blatantly give the game away. Those who know (tjlc’ers) know. The ‘casual’ viewer doesn’t and I think the creators want to keep it that way until the ‘big reveal’ or in our case, confirm everything we knew and worked hard meta’ing all along. 

I wish I was more eloquent with words but hopefully this has helped! Please check out those videos too, you won’t regret it! I take in information better audibly and visually so it is perfect for me :) 

If anyone wants to add to this, I don’t mind at all!