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.

Compassionate honesty. Confession of any source of guilt or shame. Truthfully aiming straight, the shortest distance hits the target.
Is the key to the kingdom of heaven, the treasury of space.

The price of your shadow, or should I say cost. Is the labor you perform dusk til dawn. To pay for a solitary existence craving to belong.

Ashamed of ones ignorance, no questions are asked, thus the ignorant is.

Ashamed of ones obesity, refuge is sought in eating, thus obesity is.

Ashamed of ones ugliness, the posture of face and body contracts to hide itself, thus ugliness is.

Ashamed of ones weakness, aversion to feeling weakness permits no growth of strength, thus weakness is.

Ashamed of what is, one seeks approval for what is not, thus shame for what is is.

Fear of failing to realize ones true desire, undesirable aims are idly realized, thus failing to realize true desire is actually realized.

For fear of loosing sleep, one kept watch all night til come dawn.

For Fear of losing one’s lover clinging and grasping was eventually answered by aversion, til the lover sought refuge in the arms of another.

Fearing whatever was in the darkness, he dared not turn on the lights.

Fearing to be misunderstood, no one dared to speak, no words was heard nor silence understood.

From fear of being undesirable and impotent, one seeks gratification between legs of novelty.
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