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Should I Drop This ⛹🏾⚡️ #Beenballin #Ahmyo #BallinSeason https://www.instagram.com/p/Bttpad1hlGd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1j1mbrc1c7fck

[theguidetocryptids]

Just to preface this post, this was a comm for a member of the Sky:COTL server that I’m in (SORA.) These are not my characters! They belong to Ahmyo in the SORA Discord.

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It was my mistake.

I had strayed a little bit too far off my usual route for the winged lights in the area and the krill had spotted me out in the open. I knew that it would hurt, but being able to take solace that it was, at least, my own mistake, would help with the sting. I still scrambled to try and make it to cover, but the creature of darkness roared before I was safe—charged—

But not at me.

Someone had swept in at the last second, like it was a scene straight out of one of the spirit’s fairy tales. The krill had completely forgotten about me, given an easier target. I barely even had time to stand before it was charging down at the other poor soul, but they were more aware of their surroundings. I could see them dive down behind a rock at the last second, the krill catching only dark water and mud.

I had to stay put for a minute just to wait for the creature of dark to finally leave, but when it did, I was immediately at the side of my “savior.” I said the only thing that came to mind:

“That was incredibly stupid.”

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“I don’t exactly feel like that was the stupidest thing ever, y’know? Like, okay. Maybe it’s a little up there, but definitely not even in my top ten. Besides! You’re safe. I didn’t lose any light. Everybody’s happy!”

I was quickly finding out that Eckto, as he’d introduced himself, had a much brighter view of the world than me. Where I saw someone trying to save a stranger from the inconvenience of being krilled, he saw a heroic act of someone trying to be helpful. I wasn’t exactly inclined to agree, considering that he was only a few inches away from hurting himself.

“Well! Whatever. Where are we going next?” He asked, stepping in front of my path.

The wind howled around the wasteland, whistling gently through the masses of pipes that lead towards the only structure for miles around—the Elder’s temple. Where else in the world we could be heading towards, I wasn’t sure. “Nowhere.”

Stepping around him, it didn’t seem that Eckto was going to be so easily deterred. He tailed me for a few minutes, even in the oppressive silence of the Golden Wasteland. I thought that eventually he would get bored and wander off, but . . . that clearly wasn’t happening.

“I’m heading towards the vault.” I offered, slowing down at the top of a dune. My finger pointed towards the tower that lay just beyond the temple, and slowly drifted towards the angry red glow on the horizon. “And I’ll be heading to Eden after that.”

“Oh.” He sounded nearly deflated, as if he’d expected something a bit more relaxing and involving a few less krill and boulders, but it would apparently take more than even that to put a dent in his mood. “Okay, yeah! I need to revisit the Heart anyway. Not like anything bad could really come of swinging by.”

A pause.

“Well, you’ll die.”

“I’ll get over it, I’m sure.” He said, nodding as if this was an uncertainty that he was completely confident in nonetheless. He seemed rather proud of himself as he said, “I’ve gotten quite good at dealing with the whole dodging flying rocks, if I do say so myself. And it’s not like they hurt that bad, honestly.”

“You’re ridiculous.” I said, shaking my head.

“I like to call it, ‘happily oblivious’.”

We continued the trek towards the vault at that point, but the silence didn’t last nearly as long that time. “My name’s Xernae. I don’t believe I’d told you.”

“You hadn’t,” Eckto assured me, “but it wouldn’t have mattered if you never did. I’m quite good at nicknames.”

“And what would mine be?”

I think that was the only time he’d ever seemed stumped by something I’d asked. He started to say something, but closed his mouth with a small “hmm.” “Gimme a few minutes,” he promised. “I’ll think of something! Just . . . not right now, y’know. I need time for the process and all that.”

I was smiling under the mask, but I’d never admit that.

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“The archives are a lot shinier than I remember.”

I was busy lighting the central platform, having already taken care of the few lanterns strewn about the ground level, but his comment was enough to distract me. “A lot . . . shinier?” I echoed. “How?”

“Well, I appreciate all the spirit mantas and everything, but it’s really been . . . quite a while since I’ve been here. I thought it was more dusty and bookish and everything, but this is more, just . . . nice. Does it get much different from this?”

“You’re going to enjoy the rest of this.” I didn’t exactly give Eckto much time to respond before the central lantern was lit, the platform coming to life with a hum. He seemed to remember something of this part, as he didn’t seem particularly impressed, but the moment that stars started to wink into existence around us was a different story.

“Oh. Wow. I . . . can’t believe I forgot about these,” he murmured, reaching out to cup one of the floating lights. “I must’ve been excited about finally getting close to Eden, before I realized what it was like. That or I really wanted to get away from the krill.”

“I find it hard to believe you were ever scared of them.” He laughed a bit, but there was clearly more to the story than a one-off joke. Fidgeting a bit, I knew we had a bit more time before the elevator would ascend to the second level—it really was painfully slow whenever first reactivated—and there was certainly nothing better to do. “What was your first experience with them like?”

Eckto was quiet for long enough that I figured he wasn’t going to respond, but eventually he seemed to find the words. “I know a lot of moths usually get adopted by a veteran, or at least have another moth that they latch onto as they figure stuff out, but that . . . didn’t really happen for me. Not for any reason in particular, I think, just bad timing and luck as far as everyone I met went. For the Golden Wastes in particular, I had to go it alone.” There wasn’t a sad tone to his voice, but nevertheless, I still got the feeling that it wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling. Comforting others wasn’t something I dealt with regularly, but I felt for him as he continued.

“You can imagine what happened whenever I encountered the krill for the first time. I’d seen the crabs before, but the krill were . . . much more vicious. I think I must’ve lost twenty winged light before I finally made it past the last gate, and that doesn’t include what I lost to my light going out in the dark water.”

“I’m sorry.” I said. I really was.

“Meh. It wasn’t as traumatizing as I’m making it out to be, I feel, but it certainly sucked for a few days after that. I actually usually spend most of my time in the Wastes because of that, in case there’s any moths that need help.” Eckto stood up and stretched, having returned the small star to the pool that accrued around the elevator as we rose.

“I’m not a moth.”

“No, but you did need help. That was good enough for me.”

I supposed that was good enough for me, too.

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Eden was an eternal storm.

The crystals sucked the light out of your body, the rocks rained down endlessly, the winds whipped around you like a hurricane. Not to mention the krill and the crabs, which only made an uninviting place even more inhospitable.

I took the lead, but Eckto followed not too far behind, tailing me whenever I bolted for the next safe spot. He didn’t seem entirely comfortable with Eden, but he certainly managed the hazards well enough.

Better than me, for certain. For as confident as I was in timing the period between rockfalls, I failed to notice when a stray shard broke away from the main flow, the stone smashing into my face like nature’s worst gift.

My light was snuffed out unceremoniously, but Eckto was there with a flame before I’d even picked myself up off the ground. “I think I might call you Stoneface. It fits your whole strong, silent type deal.”

“I talk a good bit. And I prefer Xernae.”

“You really don’t.” He insisted, helping me to my feet even as the boulders rushed around us. “But Xernae it is.”

I expected a bit more trouble from the patrolling krill, but luck seemed to be on our side after that. Thunder and lightning boomed and flashed in the clouds above us, but before long we were sheltered in the cave right before the point of no return. The Heart was simply too disruptive for us to return home, past that particular bend in the cave. “Not much further now,” I said, as we collected the last few children of light.

“Not at all,” he agreed, “but I’m rather excited to see all the elders again whenever we’re in orbit. It’s been a while since I’ve talked with them.”

Somehow, it seemed perfectly normal that Eckto was on a talking basis with all of the elders. I knew them, sure, but I’d never gone out of my way to bother them. He probably didn’t consider it “bothering,” if I had to guess.

The rest was something of a blur. It was rocks, and darkness, and the division of our own light, but beyond that my memory fails me. Probably due to the sheer amount of rocks that you’re pelted with towards the end, but I never really try to remember them anyway. All that I care about and recall is the Heart itself, and giving the little bit of light to it that I can.

This time, I did end up remembering something else. Towards the end, I hadn’t navigated the storm as well as I should have. I was low on winged light, and in no position to reach the Heart as it was. I was rather resigned to my fate—I would just have to do better next time—but Eckto wasn’t content with that.

The memory’s fuzzy, as they usually are, but I know that he helped me reach the Heart, despite the fact he could have gone on without me.

That was the last thing to see, before the world went black.

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Home, again.

It was always more serene whenever I had just been reborn. Everything seemed brighter, fresher. The waves seemed gentler, the birds more lively, the candles a bit warmer.

Normally, I was alone. Being serious hardly nets you many friends, as it is, but this time was different.

As soon as Eckto opened his eyes, I sighed heavily.

“I think you were right about the krill thing not being the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” I said, him looking over at me with interest. I smiled, openly this time, tilting the mask up. “Because that absolutely takes the cake.”

“Oh, come on! I was just helping!”

“We’re basically immortal. There’s always next time.”

We bickered back and forth like that for a while, but honestly, I appreciated the gesture. I hope he knew that.

Well, he wouldn’t know unless I told him, and I already knew there would be plenty of time to prepare myself for his no-doubt over the top response. So, I just enjoyed the moment.

Peacefully, and with a friend.

[artsology]

Sculpture by Colin Poole titled “Born of Root and Stone,” flanked by two butterfly paintings by Annette Colby, on view at Ahmyo River Gallery in Santa Fe. #art #colinpoole #annettecolby #santafe #ahmyorivergallery #canyonroad (at Santa Fe, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ2dlwblyFP/?utm_medium=tumblr

[dudewhoabides]

Ahmyo Shaumbra

[tauchner]

Ahmyo

[zasgeblog]

Corona hakkında mesajımız var. Virüsler zihinsel karmaşayı yansıtır, salgınlar kolektif zihindeki karmaşanın sonucudur demiştim, bakın Adamus’un mesajı nedir bu konuda 😔 Adamus Saint Germain’in 26 Şubat 2020 tarihinde Ahmyo Retreat Etkinliğinde Güney Koreli Şambra’ya Korona Virüsü İle İlgili Yaptığı Açıklamanın Tam Metni: İngilizceden çeviren: Meltem Taban Daktilo eden: Alper Büyükuncu ADAMUS: O halde hadi şu korona virüsü hakkında konuşalım. Ahh! O, sizi biraz korkuttu mu? (birisi, “evet” der) Evet. Biraz kaygılandınız mı? Korona virüsü. Onun adı nereden geliyor? Korona’nın ne anlama geldiğini bilen var mı? ŞAMBRA 1 (kadın): Güneş. ADAMUS: Güneş mi? Evet. Güneş ile bir ilgisi var. Olabilir. Korona, 300 yıl önce yaygın olarak kullanılan İspanyolca bir sözcüktür. Aslında sözcüğün orijinali “la corana”dır. La corona, hükümdarlık, taç demektir. Korona eskiden İspanya’da yanlızca kraliyet ailesi tarafından kullanabiliyordu – “corona” sözcüğü ile hükümdarlık, kral ve kraliçe kastediliyordu. İlginç. Korona aynı zamanda çember anlamına geliyor – çember – ve aynı zamanda güneşe, güneşin gazlı sıcak yeri anlamına geliyor. Ama koronanın orijinal anlamı hükümdarlıktır, la corona. Bunun virüs ile ne ilgisi vardır? Şey, hadi bir virüsün ne olduğuna kısaca bir bakalım. Her virüs insan bilincindeki dengesizlikle ilgilidir; fiziksel veya mental olsun her virüs. Tobias’ın yıllar önce anlattığı seksüel enerji virüsü dişil ve eril enerjiler arasındaki dengesizliktir. Virüsün bir gündem, yoktur. O, bir dengesizlik olduğu için vardır – bir dengesizlik - ve dengesizliği gidermek için, her şeyi yeniden uyumlu bir hale getirmeğe çalışmak için vardır. Siz muhtemelen benim enerjinin iletişimden başka hiç bir şey olmadığını söylediğimi biliyorsunuzdur. Tüm enerji iletişim, şarkıdır. Enerji armonisini kaybettiğinde, uygun bir şekilde titreşmediğinde dengeden çıkar, onun doğal bir şekilde yeniden dengelenmesi gerekir. Tüm enerji çözüm ve denge arar. Yani, enerjinin şarkısı dengeden çıktığında onu yeniden dengelemek için bir şey meydana gelir. Virüsün yaptığı da budur. (Devamı yorumlarda) (Turgutreis) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9ZICVNgr4U/?igshid=12malkok0jswk

[ksmac09]

Went up Canyon Road tonight to check out the new gallery Ahmyo River Gallery featuring a few of my friends work ... Pam Dietrich @pam.deerskin ... jewelry by Patty Haney @haneypattie ... and Hats by The Boot King himself Allen of @thunderbirdhats ... Beautiful space very well attended for the grand opening. . #howtosantafe #simplysantafe #Landofenchantment #newmexico #santafe #canyonroadsantafe #thunderbirdhats #pattyhaney #pamdietrich #handmade #santafestyle #santafelifestyle #westernfashion (at Santa Fe, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0Cw4FRlXWf/?igshid=c1uapyt4jc1f

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Sueño de los ángeles (dream of the angels) by Tony Collantez and Ahmyo. Legend has it that a Franciscan bishop had a dream where a flock of angels showed him the location for a new cathedral (and a whole new city) which resulted in Puebla de los Angeles. http://bit.ly/2SVVQJF

[gordobeenballin]

Should I drop this ⛹🏾⚡️ #beenballin #ahmyo #ballinseason Produced by @smackedoffsauce https://www.instagram.com/p/Bttl501hfnH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lv3ahc3ocnx3

[heartfeltinspirations]

About the Coronavirus - An Ascended Master's Perspective

ABOUT THE CORONAVIRUS 2020 ADAMUS’ PERSPECTIVE

 In early 2020 one of humanity’s biggest concerns is the worldwide outbreak of the coronavirus. In late February, Adamus gave a short message with his insights on what this virus is about and why it is manifesting on Earth. He said that every virus, even the common flu, is ultimately a consciousness virus. It stems from an imbalance in human consciousness and serves to bring resolution to the imbalance. Adamus stated that the “coronavirus” is specifically related to the current economic and financial imbalances and lack of equality on the planet. In fact, it is technology that can ultimately help to rebalance this situation. For Shaumbra, Adamus says there is nothing to fear when you allow all energy to serve you. This message was given at an “Ahmyo Retreat” event specifically for attendees from South Korea. Because this country is currently facing a widespread outbreak of the virus, Adamus chose to address the issue first. Please note that this message was part of a larger workshop. It was not intended to be a complete discussion about coronavirus, but rather an overview of the energy dynamics behind COVID19. HIGHLIGHTS • Every virus is from an imbalance in human consciousness • The coronavirus is really about economic inequality • What is your relationship with abundance? • Technology has the capability to level the field • The virus is helping to bring a new balance • There is nothing to fear

[longhairedboy]

Trying to get back to this turbo nickel while waiting on parts for customer builds. 9S4P 30Q pack with an OG VESC-X and a single 6355. Ahmyo Akashas on 160mm Caliber IIs. Started sculpting an enclosure form for a one-off fiberglass enclosure. Haven’t done that in a minute. Should be a fun ride when it’s finished. One day. #longhairedboy #esk8 #electricskateboards #electriclongboards #esk8builders #esk8builder #esk8life #esk8riders #esk8renegades #esk8orlando #esk8squad #esk8squadorlando #esk8squadusa #prolevel https://www.instagram.com/p/B8t3_myJYKk/?igshid=1g79zn4256xk1

[reyben01-blog]

“Vitruvio Woman” 2016.

Collaboration with my friend Ahmyo, Querétaro, México.

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[mysterious-philosophy-blog1]

Makyō

     Określane jako zwodniczą prawdę... Chociaż to słowo ma znaczenie parapsychicznego stanu w medytacji, jednak skupie się na mojej interpretacji, tej całej “prawdy”, tym przeczeniu słowa Ahmyo, czyli czystości, pewności.

    Usłyszałam je w pewnej piosence, do której adnotacja będzie podana na dole, urzekł mnie ten styl, dlatego zagłębiłam się w znaczenie tego słowa. Wprawdzie moja interpretacja mija się z buddyzmem, aczkolwiek dlaczego nie wprowadzić tego słowa do swojego słownika jako znaczenie właśnie fałszywej prawdy?

    Cały świat ukazuje nam taką prawdę, gdziekolwiek byśmy się nie znaleźli to każdy wciska nam jakąś iluzję; w reklamach, w szkole, w telewizji, no jest tego pełno i wszędzie. Celem tego postu byłoby uświadomić czytelników, że nie wszystko, co nam pokazują może być prawdą. Taki średni i zbyt oczywisty morał, ale prawda jest taka, że mimo to, że większość z nas o tym wie i tak daje się wciągnąć w sieć kłamstwa. Teoretycznie nie mamy na to większego wpływu, nie jesteśmy odporni na sztuczki doświadczonych w tym osób, czy też nie mamy przekonania, że osoba która nam to wciska rzeczywiście nie jest wiarygodna. Nie chce tutaj nikogo nakłaniać do nieufności wobec świata, bo bycie nieufnym nie jest dobre, ale bycie świadomym i ostrożnym.. jak najbardziej.

   Trochę odbiegłam za bardzo od prawdziwego znaczenia tworząc własne, ale czemu by tak nie robić? Nie jest to używanie słów typu książka, dając własne znaczenie jako film, dlatego uważam, że każdy powinien dobierać do wszystkiego swoją interpretacje, żeby język współczesny żył, żeby pojawiały się nowe słowa, a właściwie nowe znaczenia... Twierdzę, że takie rozwiązanie jest lepsze, niż wprowadzanie do mowy potocznej słów typu swag itp, już nie mówiąc o poziomie jaki byśmy reprezentowali. Wracając do tematu. Jak naprawdę w naszym życiu powstaje [b] Makyō [/b]. Wypełniając dziury w naszym życiu po starych zabawkach czymś nowym, co daje nam wewnętrzny spokój, zaspokojenie pragnień, tak to właśnie powstaje. Jest to w pewien sposób nieumiejętne radzenie sobie z problemami, zamiast dążyć do Ahmyo - zaufaniem do samego siebie, próbujemy za wszelką cenę wracać do starych wspomnień, nawyków, olewając fakt, że nie do końca może być to dla nas dobre. Sama byłam w sytuacji, gdzie nie potrafiłam opuścić, nauczyć się żyć bez czegoś, co tak naprawdę było i jest najlepszym dla mojego życia rozwiązaniem. Dlaczego mamy się ograniczać do tego samego, czy to było dobre, czy złe, zamiast iść dalej i szukać nowych rzeczy? Moim zdaniem nic na świecie nie dzieje się z przypadku. Może i to jest z mojej strony denne tłumaczenie wydarzeń złych z mojego życia, ale jeśli w coś się mocno wierzy, to się to materializuje. Takie moje zdanie. Trudno jest zrezygnować z czegoś, co kochaliśmy całym sercem, a przynajmniej tak nam się zdawało, czy też byliśmy do czegoś mocno przywiązani, przyzwyczajeni, lecz praca nad tym i nad sobą jest cenniejsza, niż zaspokajanie potrzeb, które po głębszym zastanowieniu nic nam nie dają, poza spokojem właśnie. Taką utratą i zastąpieniem może być chociażby utrata bliskiej osoby i zastąpienie jej alkoholem? Niech każdy z was się zastanowi, czy w jego życiu jest taka rzecz, gdzie po utracie próbowaliście załatać dziurę w życiu czymś innym, na pewno coś się znajdzie. Przestańcie do cholery o tym myśleć, co z tym zrobić, co tutaj wstawić, żeby choć trochę było lepiej. Ja popełniłam małe błędy zastąpienia tej rzeczy i wyszło bez sensu, czy też większy błąd - chamskie przywrócenie tego. Lepiej po prostu odpuścić, zająć się swoją osobą, nauczyć się żyć bez utrudniających nam rzeczy i zacząć być szczęśliwym. Jak tego dokonać? Tak naprawdę, każdy musi sam znaleźć do tego drogę, mnie uczono, że nic nie jest podane na tacy i jak sama czegoś nie zrobię, to nikt za mnie tego nie zrobi.

  Wprowadziłam was w moje dzisiejsze myśli, dałam wzmiankę o kłamstwie na świecie która niezbyt była na temat ale też dosyć przydatna informacja tak mi się zdaje... Niech moc będzie z wami.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCHg8iDOEUA