Bhagavan shri ceristus, Yamantaka, conqueror of death. Dressed in red and white ngakpa robes. His hair loose. Surrounded by a yogi dressed in white sounding a kunling and dakas crowning his luminous head. In his right hand holding a trident with victory banner. His left hand touching the coffin making the earth witness mudra.
Under his right foot he tramples a corpse. Under the left trampling the head of the serpent king. His eyes are totally bloodshot.

Bhagwan Christus, conquering death. Left foot bent resting on a coffin beautified with a swastika. In his left hand he holds a victory banner. Making a space pointing unifying mudra with his right. He has three eyes and a crown of golden light. Surrounded by flames of pristine awareness.

This image needs no elaboration. But notice the rainbow.

His Holiness the Dalai Lama prostrated to Bhagawan Yamantaka Christus before teaching about Dzogchen.

Bhagawan Christus manifesting his rainbow body.

Don’t be mad. There are no sides here.
On the playground of enlightenment.

Dakini? Mosquito?
Heruka? Heartworms?

Nah pattern seeking tweaking brain, I’m laying off the speed.

Nigga heil hitler

Killing is never skillful.

When asked if there was anything whose killing he approved of, the Buddha answered that there was only one thing: anger. In no recorded instance did he approve of killing any living being at all.

When one of his monks went to an executioner and told the man to kill his victims compassionately, with one blow, rather than torturing them, the Buddha expelled the monk from the Sangha, on the grounds that even the recommendation to kill compassionately is still a recommendation to kill—something he would never condone.

If a monk was physically attacked, the Buddha allowed him to strike back in self-defense, but never with the intention to kill.

- Ajahn Thanissaro (Purity of Heart)

Sickness is caused by aversion. Catch habitual association leading one to conclude illness is on the way. Recognize it as empty imputation and dissolve it as any delusive thought.
Be honest.
Be well.

Emptiness, awe and projection.
How beautifully our inspired imagination fills the gaps of sense media.
We can probably all relate to playing games back in the 90’s early 2000. I remember how captivating and immersive they felt, and looked. Then looking back years later I could hardly recognize them. Being small enough to fit on single early CD’s 💿. The audiovisuals left a lot for the imagination.
And this imagination in its inspired awe, made these square, colored pixels on a black canvas, realer than real. The repeating pattern of flashing white lines, rain, made kid me hurry the character to take cover.
The tunes being ten second loops, was like a pristine recurrence.

The same with the first blockbuster CGI’s. breathtaking at first, and looking back it’s hard to believe we was impressed at all.

This same phenomena when reading books, or chatting with a stranger.
Or staring at an an abstract patterned wall.

Some anticipation unfolding vividly, clear experience before us.
Hallucinations.