#buddha's cousin

[yoga-onion]

The Quest for Buddhism (89)

Early Buddhism and the disciples

Ten Principal Disciples No. 10: Ananda - "Treasurer of the Dhamma"

Ananda (Ref1) was one of the 10 principal disciples (Ref) of the Buddha. He was the first cousin of the Buddha. As the Buddha's closest aide, he was always listening to the Buddha's teachings, which is why he is known as the 'Treasury of Dhamma'.

In Zen Buddhism, he is considered to be the 3rd founder of the dhamma archive (the direct transmission of the profound knowledge of the teachings), following Mahakasyapa (Ref2).

In the early years of the Buddha's ministry, the Buddha had several personal attendants. However, when the Buddha was aged 55, the Buddha announced that he had need for just a permanent attendant. Initially, several of the Buddha's foremost disciples responded to his request, but the Buddha did not accept them.

All the while Ananda remained quiet. When he was asked why, he said that the Buddha would know best whom to choose, upon which the Buddha responded by choosing Ananda.

He tended the Buddha for a total of 25 years, a duty which entailed much work.

Most of the texts of the early Buddhist, his relationship with the Buddha is depicted as warm and trusting: when the Buddha grew ill, Ananda had a sympathetic illness; when the Buddha grew older, Ananda kept taking care of him with devotion.

Ananda also accompanies the Buddha in the last year of his life, and therefore is witness to many tenets and principles that the Buddha conveys and establishes before his death, including the well-known principle that the Buddhist community should take his teaching and discipline as their refuge, and that the Buddha will not appoint a new leader. The final period of the Buddha's life also shows that Ananda is still very much attached to the Buddha's person, and he witnesses the Buddha's passing with great sorrow.

仏教の探求 (89)

初期仏教と弟子たち

十大弟子その十: 阿難 (あなん、梵/巴:ｱｰﾅﾝﾀﾞ･阿難陀)〜多聞第一 (たもんだいいち)

アーナンダ（参照1） はブッダの従弟で、釈迦の十大弟子の一人であり、ブッダの最側近として常に説法を聴いていたことから多聞第一 (たもんだいいち) と称せられた。

禅宗では摩訶迦葉 (まかかしょう、梵: マハーカーシャパ、参照2)の跡を継いで付法蔵 (教えの奥義を直伝すること) の第3祖であるとする。

初期のブッダには、数人の付き人がいた。しかし、ブッダが55歳になったとき、ブッダはただ一人の永久的な侍者が必要であると告げた。当初、ブッダの一番弟子たち数人が応対したが、ブッダは誰も受け入れなかった。

その間、アーナンダはずっと黙っていた。その理由を尋ねると、「誰を選ぶかはブッダが一番よく知っている」と言い、ブッダはそれに答えてアーナンダを選んだ。

彼は合計25年間、常にブッダに付き添い世話をし、多くの労力を必要とする任務をこなした。初期仏典の多くは、ブッダが病気になるとアーナンダが同情し、ブッダが高齢になると献身的に世話をするなど、ブッダとの信頼関係は温かく描かれている。

アーナンダはブッダの晩年にも随行しているため、ブッダが生前に伝え、確立した多くの教義や原理を目撃している。よく知られているのは、仏教界は彼の教えと訓練を拠り所とすること、ブッダは新しい指導者を任命しないこと、などである。また、アーナンダがブッダの人柄にまだ愛着を持ち、ブッダの死を悲しみながら見守っていることも、ブッダの末期の姿からうかがえる。

[galactic-empress]

BHUTAN 2023 💕💕💕

[saintsarefake]

ok but like imagine buddha and yasodhara's interaction when they see eachother again, I imagine them like to be the girlboss and malewife dynamic 😭

NAHHHH STOP THAT'S LITERALLY HOW THEY ARE IN CANON ISTG 😭😭😭

[apollolewis]

Before covid happened a lot of my extended family came over for Christmas and we took photos. So I’m my granny’s youngest grandchild and I’m closer in age to the great grandchildren. My mom legitimately had me and my siblings take photos with the great grandchildren by mistake. She was a little overworked.

[sivavakkiyar]

A young Buddha story I always liked (you might have heard it). When the Buddha was a young prince he was sitting in the garden one day when suddenly out of the sky a swan came crashing down, blood spurting everywhere, an arrow firmly lodged in it’s neck. It flailed on the ground piteously. The Buddha had not yet Awakened, so he ran over and panicked, started calling to his servants to come help him.

From around the corner comes his infamous cousin Devadatta with a big smile on his face. He says ‘don’t take it away! That’s the best shot I’ve made yet. That’s my spoils’. The Buddha is horrified, Devadatta is proud. ‘The bird needs help’, the young Buddha said. ‘The bird is my trophy,’ says Devadatta. The advisors aren’t really sure what to do, and the two boys can’t agree. So they go to the court room where the king and the ministers are gathered, and the court decides to hear the case between the two boys as a kind of break.

Devadatta makes his argument clear: ‘I shot the bird. By doing so, I claimed it. This is how everything works, every stone in this palace and each place of land one owns.’

The Buddha, young and bashful, says ‘Everyone agrees that things that hate each other belong apart, and that those who love each other belong together. Devadatta showed violence to the bird, who will not leave my lap, so you have to understand it as hate; I cared for the bird, who will not leave my lap, so it is clearly love. Hence the bird is under my care.’

The council weighs the arguments after the boys have spoken, admiring Devadatta’s maturity and a little embarassed by the Buddha’s emotional plea. Just as they’re about to make their judgement in favor of Devadatta, the king gives a small cough, and the courtiers remember themself: The Buddha is in the right, the bird belongs to him. Devadatta is outraged, screams injustice, storms out of the room.

Telling this story later in life, the Buddha says ‘Do you know? Devadatta had the better argument, of course. I only won because I was the king’s son—-pure privilege. In a sense, it wasn’t right. But I did care for that bird, and a week later it flew away squawking and happy.’

[unabashedlyfuriousenthusiast]

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Some of Hope’s Contributed Treasures Last week, I promised to share another story this week about “Hope” and faith. My friend Hope, as I previously mentioned, also tops my angel list. She lives in the town next to ours and is a full-time working mother, dedicated wife and mom to three children ranging in ages from five to thirteen, or somewhere in that range. Since they grow up so fast it’s…

[wtfsteveharrington]

after midnight | carmen berzatto x reader

summary: chicago is expensive, okay? so you pick up a job outside of the restaurant which just so happens to involve your camera. everything's fine until richie stumbles upon the website and shares it with camry.

contents: perv!carmy, male & female masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, cam sex, slight dub-con kinda if you look for it. carmy’s honestly a wreck. mentions of unprotected sex, choking, oral sex, overstimulation. please note!! no formal intercourse takes place yet but it's cuming coming but ya girl wants a slow burn

reader description: she/her pronouns, there is semi a hair scene but i use no real descriptors so still vague!

word count: basically 3.9k

author notes: first fic in a year baby and boy did i lose the plot!! filth!! also i sure love saying fuck in this so enjoy that

part two

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Richie’s voice is annoying. It echos, ricochets off the walls, and can’t be contained by even the highest quality of sound proofing. Which is why, at 8 in the morning, Carmen’s already considering having to take Excedrin as Richie bursts through the doors. 

“Carmy, Cousin, you’re never gonna fuckin’ believe what I found last night.” He’s out of breath after running in, fumbling around with his phone in a rush to pull something up. He’d spent all night contemplating if he texted Carmen or waited to show him in person. Ultimately the urge to see his reaction won but that didn’t stop Richie from waking up before his alarm out of excitement. “Listen, we’re both grown ass men so I’m gonna say it -“ he’s glancing around to make sure they’re alone, “- So I’m laying there and jerkin’ my shit, right?” 

Carmen’s wincing, pinching the bridge of his nose and contemplating every decision that brought him back to Chicago. 

“Dude, fuck off. I don’t wanna hear -“ Richie tsks, cutting him off. 

“Nah, shut the fuck up because you wanna hear this. In fact, you’re gonna wanna fall to your knees and kiss my shoes and praise my ass as a thank you for finding this.” 

He’s holding up his phone, an iPhone 8 he refuses to upgrade, and illuminated on the screen is a video of you. You, on your knees, in lingerie. You, with your fingers dragging down your chest, across the lace that covers your breasts. Your head falls back as you run your thumbs across your nipples. A sound so angelic coming from your lips that Carmen starts to understand why people spend so much time at Church. He’s convinced you’re hand carved by God, or Buddha, or whatever might be up there. 

Carmy’s instantly feeling a rush of heat across his chest and his cheeks as he takes the sight of you in. It feels wrong but at the same time the coiling in his stomach feels so good he can’t look away quite yet. “Why the…” He’s cut off by a whine coming from Richie’s speaker as you keep teasing yourself. His brain is frying for a second as he tries to focus on finishing his sentence. “How the hell did you find this?” 

“Listen, sometimes I get bored on the same ole sites, okay? Clicked an ad to see who was live and ended up here. Now I stopped watching, obviously, out of respect but this? I’ve known you long enough to know when you gotta thing for someone and you’re not gonna act on it. Also, I caught you staring at her ass as she filled the deep freeze the other night. Kinda gave it away. So this is the way you can still get some pussy while being a fuckin’ pussy.” Richie’s punching the air, clearly proud of himself.

Carmy’s smacking him upside the head, his body now torn between lust and annoyance. “Watch your mouth, alright? That is so fucked, Richie. Put that shit anyway and I better not see you tell a single other person this exists.” 

And yeah, he took note of your screen name before he walked away. Don’t judge him. 

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Look - There have been a lot of times in his life where Carmen hasn’t been proud of himself. But settling back into bed, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down to rest under his balls? Yeah, he’s not proud to say the least. After seeing even just the glimpse of you this morning though it’s been all he could think about. The. Whole. Fucking. Day. He watched out of the corner of his eye while you bent over the line to scrub down the wall behind your station tonight. Burning to memory the way your ass just slightly jiggled from the aggressive motion of wiping down the surface. A soft grunt coming from you as you reach for something just a little too high. He finally snapped out of it when the smell of the chemicals he sprayed down on his own surface got a little too strong and refocused. 

He wasn’t proud when he ran to the restroom and contemplated just jacking off over the toilet to get some relief. You were clouding his brain, only the rush of the evening giving him some small relief. 

You seemed vocal in the small clip he saw. He’s wondering if you would have asked him to cum for you. Would you think it’s a waste that he’s cumming down the drain instead of covering your ass with it? Filling your mouth and making you swallow every drop around him? Or, Jesus Christ, would you wrap your legs around his waist and beg him not to pull out? 

So yeah. Carmy’s had quite the fucking day to say the least. 

He’s finally home and running straight to bed. His stuff dropped in a heap by the front door and was easily forgotten. Throwing himself back onto the mattress after ripping off his shirt and his pants. Left just groaning into the empty room, his cock twitching at the thought of you. Your page has been sitting on an Incognito tab all day and it’s finally, finally being loaded up. This feels like an invasion of privacy in a way but Carmen can’t quite think logically with how heavy his balls feel and how painfully hard he is. There’s not much time to spare so he clicks the first video you’ve uploaded that he can.

And there you are. 

Sitting in the middle of a big bed and rubbing your hands along your thighs, smiling at the camera. His heart is twitching, cock is twitching, everything is fucking twitching. And you’re just sitting there, licking your lips and sliding your hands under the thin material of some weird lace one piece he wants to rip off. 

“Hi there, Pretty Boy.” Your voice is music to his ears and Carmy can’t take it any longer. His fist is wrapping around his cock, a broken moan filling the room as he finally gets some relief. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day.”

Sue him, but he’s skipping ahead a little. There’s not much time until he cums and he needs to see you. All of you. He’s gripping his phone with one hand, bringing the other that’s around his cock up to his mouth to spit in. His thumb is haphazardly trying to keep the phone balanced while scrubbing through the video until he thinks he’s at a good spot. You’re laid back now, thighs spread for the camera and pussy on display. Carmen’s muttering to himself about how gorgeous you are, longing to tell you in person. You’re holding this royal blue dildo in your hands that’s suddenly his biggest enemy. He deserves to be there, not this stupid, useless chuck of silicone. There’s a whimper from the speaker as you take the toy and slide it along yourself, tapping it twice against your clit. “Fuck, I need you.” 

Fuckin’ hell does he needs you too. 

His fist is clamped around his dick once again, fucking his hips up into the the slick, tight grip. You’re still teasing yourself by sticking just the head of the dildo in before gasping and pulling it back out. “Please, Baby. I need you so bad, need to come for you.” His brain is breaking. An animalistic urge taking over to fuck you until you can’t move, can’t think, just a blubbering mess begging him for more. Without warning you push the dildo all the way in, throwing your head back with a pleasured scream. 

Carmy gasps, hips sputtering and losing their rhythm as he watches you fuck yourself. He’s stroking himself at the same pace you’re moving the dildo, imaging it’s you he’s fucking into. Picturing you laid under him, your breasts covered in hickies because he hates the idea of these… Perverts watching you get off. He wants to mark you, claim you as his. His balls are tightening and he can’t think of the last time he came this quick. It’s almost embarrassing - What are you doing to him? 

Your free hand comes up to shove two fingers in your mouth, lewdly sucking them for the camera. The sucking noise now accompanying the wet, addictive sounds of your pussy being fucked. Carmen whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and twists his wrist over his cock to get a little more friction. Your voice hits him once again as you slide your wet fingers out of your mouth and down your throat. “Oh fuck I’m so close. So, so close. Are you close, Baby? Want you to come with me.” You’re lightly choking yourself, a whining mess. 

Carmy’s aware he’s talking to an empty room but he can’t stop himself. “Fuck, oh fuck. Gonna come for you.” And his stomach coils, hips sputter, the phone falling to the bed as he has to let go of it as his orgasm washes over him. He’s slack jaw, warm cum landing on his chest and the sounds of you finishing at the same time ringing out from his phone. 

Oh he’s so fucked. 

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Carmy slept well for once in his life. His orgasm lulling his body to sleep, dreams filled of you. How beautiful you look sucking his cock. The way you must sound while he eats you out. And he takes his time in his dream. Tongue dragging between your folds as his rough hands hold your hips in place. You’re powerless, made to lay back and let him eat you out for his own pleasure. Tongue circling around your clit but he waits until you’re close to tears to stop teasing. He’d praise you. “Look how fucking wet you are, Princess. You’re already getting the bed wet, aren’t you? Gonna have to lick you for hours to get you all cleaned up. Can you say please, huh? Ask me to suck on your clit, Baby. You know you need it.” 

He woke up hard and overstimulated, rolling over onto his stomach and pathetically dragging his hips against the warm bed to get some much needed friction along his cock. Carmy’s telling himself how pathetic this is and forcing himself to push off the bed and get into the shower before he’s late. 

Yes, he jacked off in the shower before work. 

He had to. 

Carmy can’t decide if it’s heaven or hell when he walks in to see you standing in the kitchen. 

You’re on your tiptoes, balancing haphazardly as you’re reaching up to change the light. There’s a wobbly step stool under you. Everyone keeps saying it needs to be replaced but it continues to live on. Your face is scrunching up in concentration. Carmy’s chuckling at the sight and ignoring the way he feels his balls tug at the sight of you. “What’re you doing there, Chef?” 

You huff in annoyance, finally untwisting the light cover from the ceiling. “Damn light went out right as I started veggie prep. Hate to be a bother but will you come spot me while I’m up on this thing? I’ve seen Fak bust his ass one too many times to trust it.” 

Carmy can’t verbally respond at first, instead stalking over to stand next to you. His hand comes up to cup the back of your knee and he’s lying to himself saying it’s for your own safety. To keep you balanced. “Yea well something tells me you’re less clumsy than Fak. I’ve seen that guy fall over while just standing still.” 

And you laugh. 

You laugh. At him. At his joke. He, Carmen Berzatto, made you laugh. The sound filling his ears and now his damn heart and balls are both reacting to you and what the hell is he supposed to do with all these emotions. 

“Don’t distract me up here, Chef.” He doesn’t mind taking commands from you. Silently reaching up to hold the light fixture you’re passing him as you change gears to switch out the lightbulbs now. 

And maybe his eyes are wandering around the kitchen to see who else might catch a glimpse of you two together. Everyone who’s in so far is honed in on their prep task and Carmy thanks God that Richie hasn’t shown up yet today. 

He’s become quite faithful since he started falling for you it seems. 

It happens, by chance, that you feel a little unsteady and Carmen tightens his grip on the back of your leg. Fingers digging into your soft skin. He’s looking down at the stool to make sure it’s level before looking up to take in the sight that is his hand around your leg. 

And he stops looking there. 

Okay fine that’s a fucking lie - he’s looking up. Eyes trailing up your thighs, following along the curve of your ass. When you have to lean forward just slightly to twist in the light cover he’s convinced he can see the outline of your pussy through the thin material of your leggings. He’s contemplating his options - If he could, would he lean in and lick over the outline? His warm mouth teasing you through your leggings. Through your underwear. Are you wearing underwear? He’s torn between picturing you with or without them. 

Or would he slide his hand up your leg, palming your thigh as he goes. Cupping over you and dragging his middle finger across the shape of you. Memorizing the feeling. Would you whine? Grind down against his hand? He doesn’t think you’d shoo his touch away. 

God he just knows you’re a needy little thing. 

He wonders what it would feel like for you to lick your own wetness from his jaw after he’s decided he’s done savoring you. To taste you on your own tongue when he kissed you after. You’d look so pretty with his cum dripping down your lips too. All fucked out and exhausted and full of bliss. 

“Okay, I think I got it fixed, Carmy.” God, he’s so fucked for thinking of you like this as you’re innocently changing the light. Just trying to improve the kitchen and he’s thinking about ruining you. He was so caught up in daydreaming that he didn’t even feel you take the light cover back out of his hand and screw it into place again. 

You’re beaming down at him, using his shoulders as arm rests as you bounce down from the stepping stool. His hand grazes your ass - A total accident. He swears it. You reach behind him to sit the screwdriver down, your chest firmly against his. Nothing thinking anything of the personal space violation as you’re used to it from so many slammed nights in the kitchen. 

“Thank you for helping me. Sorry it was basically just five minutes of my ass in your face.” Carmy chokes. 

His cheeks are hot. 

Fuck is he blushing? 

He’s sputtering out of his words. “It uh, it wasn’t in my face. Not that I looked, y’know. Just uh… Just - just trying to say that I’m happy to help.” He sounds like an idiot

You’re cocking an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Holy shit, Carmy.” You pat your hands against his chest, not knowing your touch was like fire on his skin. He grabs the screwdriver and makes a beeline to the office to put it away for you. 

Sure he grabbed a rag on the way. No it’s not for him to jack off into while he thinks of you. 

Okay fine, it is. 

“Fuck me.” The only thing Carmy can risk trying to say as the door shuts heavy behind him and his pants hit the ground. 

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Carmen doesn’t avoid you now but he certainly makes it hard to get close to you. He’s too distracted when you’re around. Maybe there’s a bit of guilt mixed in too at his new night routine. Leave the restaurant, load your page, and wait to see what happens. New videos? New pictures? You were wormed into the back of his brain and it had to stop. 

So your station got moved further down rotation. You’re at the end of the line on the left, he’s at the start on the right. It helps clear his mind, lets him hone in on perfecting what goes to the floor. 

He’s able to move quickly, shifts blowing by as the restaurant’s rush takes all his attention. The clock clicks down two minutes till close, everyone working in silence to get the place flipped and go home. He’s wrapping up with Syd, helping her make a few adjustments to expo before grabbing a dead plate off of the end of the line and heading to the office with his food and a cup of water in hand. He needs a mental minute, a bite of food, and to let his thoughts all catch up. 

The door’s already cracked and he’s halfway through the entry way when he registers you. Sitting there. At his desk. Your legs are crossed, a cool damp towel resting over your eyes. He wants to turn on his heel and retreat but decides that he can’t treat you any differently just because he’s developed some silly little crush. Running away would be treating you different. 

“You good, Chef?” 

To which you groan. Different from the ones he’s used to - This one is guttural, pained. You press your hands flat against the rag and will the cool temperature to help the pressure in your head. “Killer migraine, that’s all. Shit was moving so fast tonight and I wacked the back of my head on something in the walk in. Sorry for being in here, Carm. Just uh, needed a second.” You should push up out of the chair, show your respect. But right now you’re half convinced that standing up would be detrimental so for now you’re cemented to the seat. 

“Heard.” Carmen nods to himself, sitting down the plate before opening up the desk drawer as quietly as possible. Your knee is pressing into the side of his thigh, grounding and warm. He fishes out a bottle of medicine, shaking out two pills. “Hold out your hand.” 

You take a second to brace yourself for movement, sitting up and moving the towel off your eyes. Letting it pile up into a clump on the desk besides you. There’s no way around it - You look pitiful. Pouting up at Carmen as he hands over two pills and his cup out water. You take the pills diligently, taking a few gulps and letting your eyes fall back closed as you will them to kick in instantly. “Can I ask a favor?” 

“Anything, Chef.” 

Slowly, so not to shake yourself up, you turn the chair until your back is to Carmen. “Will you see if I gotta bump back there? Kinda terrified I gave myself a concussion but I don’t wanna believe it was that hard.” 

He snickering, a grin pulling up the corners of his mouth as he steps closer. “Well you’d absolutely fuck me if you needed to file workmen’s comp so I’m gonna need you to be fine, ‘kay? Way too much fuckin’ paperwork to do on a Friday night.” You start to laugh but it’s quickly cut off into a small groan of appreciation as you feel warm, rough hands clasp either side of your shoulders. 

Carmen works his way up your neck and catches himself holding his breath as his fingers brush along your scalp. He’s taking his time, savoring the moment, all under the pretense of taking care of his employee. That’s all. “Think we’re both in the clear. You feeling alright besides the headache? Need me to hold up some fingers for ya to guess? Haven’t managed to cut any off so we’ve got all ten to work with.” He’s got you laughing again while rough fingers work their way back down to your neck. The feeling of the vibration of your laughter against his hands sending chills down his back. 

Wordlessly Carmen gets to work rubbing your shoulders. Tender, deep. Years of practice rolling out dough and desserts and tenderizing meat coming into play as he continues to knead away at your tense body. You let out an appreciative moan and Carmen has to start thinking of something to keep his inevitable hard on from being obvious. 

When his hands come up closer to your neck once again he’s hit with flashbacks of the first video he watched. You choking yourself — Is that something you truly liked? If his hand came around to cup your throat, palm resting on one side with his fingertips firmly against the other, and lightly squeezed would you moan? Rub your thighs together in search of some hint of relief? 

“Are you always this good with your hands, Chef? Hmm? Can’t imagine you giving Marcus this treatment.” You’re laughing and can practically hear the smirk in Carmen’s voice as he responds. “Yeah - You uh, didn’t know that? I just love you know, rubbing shoulders. It’s my thing. Kick your ass all night and then rub the stress out.” 

He’s blanching a little at his reply. Kinda obvious but okay then, Carmen. You reach up, putting your hands atop his with a little smile. “Well thank you for… Rubbing my stress out, Chef.” 

Carmen’s red. Head to toe just bright red. “Of course, Chef. Anytime.” He’s entertaining to say the least as you pat his hands before spinning around in his chair. You snag another drink of water, throwing him a wink before moving to exit the office. Your hand runs along his chest, an appreciative gesture, as you head back to the floor. 

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Late Saturday night Carmen’s so exhausted that he barely has the energy to take his work clothes off. Falling haphazardly onto his old couch, kicking his work boots off one at a time. His eyes are heavy, body aching, and he almost falls asleep before he gets to see you. 

But he’s fishing his phone from his pocket, refreshing the all too familiar landing page to see you’re actively live. How you have the energy is beyond him. 

You’re standing there trying on clothes that someone must send in and Carmy feels a pang of jealousy. He’s watching through half hooded eyes as you slip in a pair of shorts, turning your behind towards the camera and pulling them up just slightly to put more of your ass on display. You’re chatting away about the material while slowly pulling them down to reveal just this frilly little pair of panties that was sent in as well. 

He’s propping the phone up on the armrest of the couch, laying on his side while he watches you chat away. It’s soothing. Almost like an ASMR video. 

Carmen’s not sure when he fell asleep - Somewhere in-between you trying on a third outfit and attempting to clean up your bed from all the packaging. He finds you soothing, comforting. He makes a mental note to hunt out some sort of wish list you must have for these items before passing out and, once again, dreaming of you.

[recreationalfanfics]

RoR x Reader Incorrect Quotes but it's Tik Tok Audios:

(Y/n): YOU'RE UGLY WHEN YOU LIE, ZEUS.

Zeus: I'M NOT LYING!

(Y/n): THEN WHY ARE YOU UGLY!?

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(Y/n), trying to convince Brunhilde the best way to defeat the gods: My resolution? Völunder Air strikes. Bomb them. Keep bombing them. Bomb them again-

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Gen Z Trickster Diety! (Y/n), walking in to talk to Loki: Dawg, why didn't you tell me your cousin had all that ass???

Loki: *slowly swallowing the mead he was drinking and looking at you*.....

Gen Z Trickster Diety! (Y/n): No, bro, hear me out-

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Posedion, flirting with human! (Y/n): I think you're, like, the opposite of unattractive. Like, I think you're ugly but REVERSE UGLY, you know what I mean?

(Y/n):....

Poseidon: Like, I think you're like...a 2/10, PLUS 8, uh, divided by 4-

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(Y/n), after Brunhilde asks them to help Buddha with something: Perhaps I can help him in a room in which there are no others?

Everyone nearby: *gasps*

Buddha: 😏

(Y/n): Or you can all watch, I don't give a shit-

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Shiva, if he fought (Y/n): You fight pretty well. You sure you're not just trying to catch my attention?~

(Y/n), who is very gay for the valkyries: Everything I do is for the bitches, I have never done anything for the male gaze.

[platinumrosetail]

Hii I was wondering if I could get a part 2 of my last request(The male Cheshire cat reader one), basically the same thing as my last request but with Poseidon, Buddha, Jack and Hermes instead?☺️

Sure! I’ll try my best with it!! Also they accidentally put Poseidon but they meant Thor as I already did Poseidon in the first part.

Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.

Characters: Thor, Buddha, jack, hermes.

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Thor:

You two met through his cousin; Loki, who thought it would be fun to introduce his friend to his cousin to see how he would react as Loki wanted a reaction out of Thor as he’s always so stoic and quiet.

You try to play pranks on Thor like Loki suggested but Thor usually ignores you or pick you up like a cat and put you someplace else and walk away.

It makes Loki pout as Thor usually threatens him or bonk him on the head with his fist so seeing Thor not do something similar to that with you made him pout childishly though this also confirms that Thor does have a reaction to you like he’d hoped for so that’s more than enough as it would give him ammo to tease Thor more, which made you laugh at his thinking process.

You continue to hang around Thor more this time without Loki wanting a reaction as you yourself start to wonder what expression Thor could make and what gets him to make them.

So as the saying goes; curiosity kills the cat, and of course satisfaction brought it back as your results came out to a 100 percent success as you seem to have gotten him to react to some of the things you did and said.

One of the things you did and said was how you would end up having to go to another person to prank and bother as you’ve grown ‘bored ‘ of his no reaction, that got a reaction out of him, a jealous one, it was hard to tell but you were able to detect that it was indeed jealousy that he was displaying which meant your plan worked on getting his reaction.

You teased him once he quickly realized that you were only joking and was lying to him, he thought it would be best to shut you up before Loki heard and started teasing him as well by kissing you which indeed; thankfully to him, as it left you shocked that he did such a thing considering his personality resulted in him teasing you back on why you went quiet, you pouted at him for that before a grin popped back on your face with a chuckle.

Buddha:

You two met through Loki though he didn’t actually introduce you two to each other more like you found Buddha and introduced yourself to him.

Reason why is because you’ve heard so many rants from Loki about how he doesn’t like Buddha and you wanted to find out if it’s just Loki that doesn’t like him or if buddha is a jerk.

You come to find out that Buddha wasn’t a jerk but someone who is like an adolescent but still an adult or in this case a god.

You enjoyed his thoughts and presences, confirming with yourself that it was just Loki being Loki and such.

You two played pranks on each other and others and eat snacks together and did all kind of things.

You kept this a secret from Loki as you knew he would go on about how you were ‘cheating’ on him with Buddha and you didn’t want to deal with that right now which got a laugh out of Buddha when you told him about it.

You two flirt with each other to see who can get the other flustered and in a stuttering mess, Buddha wins almost all the time there was a few times you won but not as much as Buddha.

Jack:

You met jack by accident, you were just teleporting from to places randomly without any place in mind so you ended up in his room.

Jack was obviously surprised to see someone randomly appearing in his room you not so much by how you’ve done this while teleporting bored so it didn’t really phased you.

You decide to take a break from it and leave the normal way but jack stopped you to offer you some tea, you didn’t decline as this might bring you some entertainment and plus you were getting thirsty even if you’re a god and they don’t need human needs you still like to dabble in them.

You and jack talked about lots of things, like how you were friends with Loki and what that brings to the table and about gossip that you heard while being invisible and teleporting to and from places which got a laugh about what you heard from Jack and the prank’s you’ve done and have planned.

You told him about the book that was inspired by your pantheon called Alice in wonderland and even gave him a copy that you had gotten from the human world as it was a good and interesting read.

You two decided to stay in contact and have more of these maybe even invite a few guest to join the tea party once in a while though it’s usually just the two of you most of the time but you wouldn’t have it any other way as it’s fun talking with jack.

Jack also enjoys it as well as he can see the colors you’re making is genuine of how you’re feeling when you two talk and have tea parties.

Hermes:

You and Hermes get along as you both gossip about the latest rumor or what you’ve both heard from yourselves.

You two have tea parties with just yourselves as it’s most likely that whoever you invite is the very person you two were going to gossip about so you both didn’t bother.

You pop in on Hermes many times when he does his job as the messenger of the gods (correct me if I’m wrong on that 😅) and chat as he does so though you don’t talk when you both finally arrived to his destination to whoever he needed to give or receive a message to.

Hermes is always very intriguing about your powers and want to know all about them and what they can do.

You two flirt together with each other nonchalantly until either one of you is flustered but Hermes is always so smooth at it that it always leave you flustered.

You two also talk about the gossip in the human world when you go to visit the human world for fun, you of course convinced him a few times to come with you and hear all the gossips from random humans lives.

You also told him about how you have a book written in inspiration of your pantheon and gave him a copy to read for fun, that’s another thing you two do, you either get books from the human world or god world and have a book session making fun of some of the characters and just talking about it.

(A/n: hope y’all like it!! I’m kinda getting burned out for record of ragnarok and it doesn’t help that I’m having a hyper fixation on other fandoms at the moment so please request for another fandom if possible at the moment everyone 😅 please and thank you! Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[quitealotofsodapop]

One thing I don't think is mentioned enough is the fact that during the journey, a lot of Celestials took the opportunity to just... outright FUCK around with Wukong. Like, they'd send all sorts of demons their way intentionally just to intervene and say "Oh hey! You found my favorite pet!" Even Guanyin hadn't been innocent of this considering she had this huge fit over her pet goldfish. And if they weren't using their pets they were finding other methods to delay or otherwise force the Pilgrims off the beaten path and into danger out of some sort of test, spite, or pettiness.

Now, think about how in the both JTTW and Slow Boiled au Wukond actually was pregnant or not during the journey, and in Century au, the Heavenly Court BELIEVE he was pregnant. So imagine how those guys feel after they decided to fuck with Wukong put of spite and found out they unknowingly were stressing a pregnant monkey out!?

Yeah! Characters like Gold Star hide their identities to aid the main characters, while some are just... doing it for fun? Are they LARP-ing? And Monkey has Gold-Vision; why does he always not recognise these people even from his Celestial days?

Guanyin set up a whole honey trap knowing that half the squad ain't into it, and dropped the gang on their way home cus they missed 1 story event. The abbey with the Ginseng tree were pretty rude af. The Buddha's own servants tried to fleece the gang of the scriptures. Multiple kingdoms suffered cus King Who-Care shot somebody's bird-cousin, or knocked over a table of offerings. And the 28 Lunar Mansions took almost 13 years to realise that the Wood Wolf was missing.

Lao Tzu's lab assisants literally run off with his stuff and become demon lords for lulz (or they were the assisants that let the Rhino King/Buffalo out and were scared that they'd get in trouble). And lets not forget RHINO KING. Bruh, you somehow lost track of a gotdang celestial Bull-Rhino!?

Guanyin's not immune from this; TWO of her pets became horrific demons (Goldfish and Sai Taisui) and are arguably the most irredeemable of all the villains faced.

Lady Earth Flow/Albino Rat/Bat spirit is even described as Li Jing's adoptive daughter - how the f that happen?? How did he lose track of a whole kid so bad that she became a vampire-esque demon?

Manjusri let their cat (Azure Lion) out TWICE. And they cursed the Wuji kingdom for tossing them in a sewer for preeching.

After a point, I'd imagine Wukong in the stone egg aus would just throw his hands up and start yelling at the gods directly. He's even bolder in the Jttw Stone Egged au given that he has Macaque as back-up.

You know that chapter where Rhino King steals all of the Heavenly Army's powers and weapons, and the immortals are all infighting so hard that Wukong has to be the voice of reason?

Imagine a tiny hormonal monkey just going nuts at these gods. He's screaming in their faces. He's demanding Nezha lift him up so he can look General Li Jing in the eye. He's telling them what good are they as fighters if they only feel safe with their weapons and powers? Wukong has a *damn* good reason he ain't taking on Rhino King in a 1-v-1 rn, whats all these gods excuse?!

The gods are too surprised and intimidated to argue back. And you better believe a certain alchemist is getting a smack for letting a whole animal loose from his lab.

[the-monkey-ruler]

Do you think you could make a list from the strongest demon king to the weakest?

Maybe Wukong's sworn brothers other than the demon bull king wouldn't be included because we never see them fight (although I understand they fought alongside Wukong when he rebelled against heaven?)

I could only give out a rough outline since I'm not really a 'power scaler' and honestly it's hard to say if by strong you mean the most difficult or if they had powerful attacks. Most of Wukong's worst fights aren't, particularly because his enemies were physically powerful but just had a strong weapon or a single powerful attack while being a glass canon.

While Wukong's sworn brothers did join the fight against heaven, their own armies were captured. Not sure if this was to reflect Wukong's favoritism toward his own monkeys or to show how his sworn brothers were outclassed but I am not even going to try to guess.

So this will be more of a list of Wukong Most DIFFICULT fights to the easiest fights.

Hurt Wukong Trapped Wukong Fought (tie) Fought (lost) Lost without Fight Never seen Fight (inconclusive) Magic Item

Red Boy - made Wukong pass out, Guanyin subdued him, glass cannon

Scorpion Demoness - poisoned Wukong, killed by Pleiades Star Offical, glass cannon

Yellow Wind Demon - make Wukong blind, he needed Lingshan's help, glass cannon

Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord - blinded Wukong momentarily, also taken out by Star Official Pleides

Golden-Winged Great Peng - Talons overpowered Wukong, was taken out by Buddha

Silver Horned King - captured Wukong due to magic spell and has magic item, was killed later though

Single Horned Rhinoceros King - very powerful magic item used, subdued by Laozi

Yellow Brows Great King - powerful magic item and needed Maitreya Buddha help to defeat

Princess Iron Fan - blew Wukong away with magic item, he needed Lingshan's help

Golden Horned King - captured Wukong due to magic items

Six Eared Macaque - tie until Buddha gave Wukong the upper hand

Bull Demon King - impressive fight but still ran away after being overwhelmed in numbers

Yellow Robe Demon - impressive fight but Wukong still needed the 28 Star's help

Nine-Headed Insect - ran away until taken out by Erlang Shen

Black Wind King - good at escaping, needed Gaunyin's help

Great Immortal King of Spiritual Touch - Gaunyin defeated in the end

Yellow Toothed Elephant - defeated Bajie, lost to Wukong

Azure Lion / Lion-Lynx Demon - defeated Wujing, lost to Wukong

Grand Saint of Nine Spirits - Wukong had Tianzun to help

King of Dust Protection - captured Bajie and Wujing

King of Heat Protection - captured Bajie and Wujing

King of Cold Protection - captured Bajie and Wujing, was killed by Bajie

Lady Earth Flow - able to slip away, needed Nezha and King's Li's help

Great King Jupiter's Rival - had a magic item but never got a chance to use against Wukong

Tuolong Black River God - his own cousin took him out but even Wujing could fight him

Python Demon

White Bone Demon - hard to pin down but killed in one blow

Spider Demons - stole Sanzang but very easy to defeat

King of the Southern Hill

Tiger Strength Great Immortal

Elk Strength Great Immortal

Antelope Strength Immortal

White Deer Spirit

Nine-Tailed Vixen

Great King Fox Number Seven

Wansheng Dragon King

Demon King of Confusion

Dragon Demon King

Peng Demon King

Lion Demon King

Female Macaque King

Snub Nose Monkey King

Bear Mountain Lord

This is my personal take on the Demon Kings and as you can see, I did include demons that aren’t technically Demon Kings but rather the main antagonist in their arc. This also doesn't include ALL the demons or any gods or immortals that Wukong has fought with either, these are just the Demon Kings (or at least demons that are the big bad in their arcs) so there are still other antagonists that are in the book on here.

I am solely going on how the fights went in my notes and what I can remember so if you remember these fights going differently and actually want to add any details please let me know. I didn't include anything that the demons like 'claim' to have or powers or feats that they have done, just what they ACTAULLY did in the story, cause actions speak louder than words.

There could be grey area with the demons with magic items. And you could argue how easily the demons that caused Wukong the most damage were easily defeated by other gods just because they could bypass their one (1) magic spell gimic that was just giving Wukong trouble. Two of these Demon Kings were taken out by the SAME ROOSTER just because they are insect demons and roosters are their natural enemies. So take that as you will... Other demons Kings were defeated just cause their owner showed up before they could really fight too.

[yoga-onion]

The Quest for Buddhism (34)

The family of Siddhartha (Buddha)

Ananda - Cousin, the primary attendant and one of the Ten Principal Disciples

Ananda was one of the ten great disciples of the Buddha and was known as the Treasurer of the Dhamma (the one who heard the most) because, as the Buddha's primary attendant, he was always close by to hear his teachings. He is known for his memory, erudition and compassion, and is often praised by the Buddha for these matters. He functions as a foil to the Buddha, however, in that he still has worldly attachments and is not yet attained the Abhijna (the six divine powers: Ref), as opposed to the Buddha.

Ananda was born on the night of the Buddha's attainment. When his father, King Dronodhana, sent a messenger to King Suddhodana (Ref2), the father of Buddha, to inform him of Ananda's birth, King Suddhodana was extremely happy and all the country rejoiced at the birth of the prince, and was named 'Ananda (Bliss)'.

He is generally said to be a cousin of Buddha, and the younger brother of Devadatta (Ref3) who is depicted in various Buddhist scriptures as an evil person who defied the Buddha and his teachings.

When Buddha was 55 years old and Ananda was 25, he too, together with Anuruddha and other princes, went to Buddha and became a disciple of the Buddha.

According to the Chinese Buddhacarita Sangraha (Lalitavistara Sūtra, Buddha's biography translated by Jnanagupta of the Sui Dynasty), Ananda and Devadatta did not obtain permission from the Buddha, when they were ordained.

Two brothers were ordained by the elder Purna Maitrayiputra at the foot of Snow Mountain in the Himalayas, received the Gusoku precepts (to be observed by ordained practitioners in Buddhism), and with the master's permission became Buddha's disciples.

After the ordination, Ananda became the attendant of the Buddha, when the Buddha selected him for this task. Ananda performed his duties with great devotion and care, and acted as an intermediary between the Buddha and the laypeople, as well as the sangha (Sanskrit: samgha, lit. 'monastic community'). He accompanied the Buddha for the rest of his life, acting not only as an assistant, but also a secretary and a mouthpiece.

仏教の探求 (34)

お釈迦さまの家族

阿難 (あなん、梵/巴:アーナンダ・阿難陀)〜従弟、重要な侍者そして十大弟子の一人

アーナンダは、釈迦の十大弟子の一人で、釈迦の主従として、いつも近くで教えを聞いていたことから、多聞第一(たもんだいいち)と呼ばれるようになった。彼は記憶力、博識、慈悲深さで知られ、しばしばブッダにこれらの点を褒め称えられる。しかし、彼はまだ世俗的な執着を持ち、ブッダとは対照的にまだ六神通（ろくじんずう、梵：アビジュニャー・参照）を開いていない点で、ブッダの箔付けとして機能している。

アーナンダは、ブッダが成道した日の夜に生まれた。父であるドロノーダナ王が、釈迦の実父であるシュッドーダナ王（参照2）に使者を送り、アナンダの誕生を知らせると、シュッドーダナ王は非常に喜び、また国中が王子の誕生を喜んだことから「アーナンダ（歓喜）」と名づけられた。

一般的には釈迦の従弟で、様々な仏典に釈迦とその教団に違背した悪人として描かれている提婆達多 (だいばだった、梵, 巴: デーヴァダッタ, 参照3)の弟と言われる。

『仏本行集経 (隋の闍那崛多 (じゃなくった)の訳した仏の伝記』によると、出家する時にブッダから許しを得ず、阿難と提婆達多の2人だけは、雪山 (ヒマラヤ)のふもとの長老、富楼那弥多羅尼子 (ふるなみたらにし、梵:プールナ・マイトラーヤニープトラ)に就いて出家し、具足戒(ぐそくかい)を受け、師の許しを得てブッダの弟子となったとされる。

ブッダが55歳、ア��ナンダが25歳の時、彼も阿���律（アヌルッダ）などの諸王子と共にブッダの元に赴き仏弟子となった。

出家後、釈迦が死ぬまで25年間常に近侍し、身の回りの世話も行っていた。仏典ではブッダが彼を選んで侍者となり、この仕事をするようになる。アーナンダは献身的かつ丁寧に職務を遂行し、ブッダと一般人、サーガ（僧院）の仲介役を務める ブッダに一生付き添い、助手だけでなく、秘書、口利き役としても活躍する。

[monkiebois]

Ya know how there's a bunch of myths along the lines of "if your ears feel warm or you sneeze it means someone's talking/thinking about you alot?

Wonder if wukong has spent the last week on his mountain confused and slowly loosing his mind thinking he's possibly coming down with something somehow

Wukong: ok...so according to Google I'm either dying or I'm cursed....and I can't die or get sick even, so somebody somewhere is getting an ass whooping!........also why am i looking at so much baby stuff all the sudden. Weird.

XDDD

ohmygods yeah.

wukongs entire role in aws is just, being mentioned or thought about, hes only gonna have like, one chapter in aws and it will be near the end.

ive only ever written tswukong in a secret thing im working on tottally secret shhhhhhh

hehe.

hehehehe imma do a thing. ive been itching to write these guys for a while

Disclaimer: no. not romantic. platonic affection.

as im writing this im deciding its canon, yeah this is canon now.

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Wukongs sneeze echoed through water curtain cave, startling all the creatures, big and small. a lizard jumped from the rock it was perched on and ran away from the initial noise. the poor creature scurried through the grass until it bumped into something green. it hesitated for a moment but then quickly crawled onto the dark hand, decorated in green, white and teal scales as well as green claws.

The hand slowly raised from the ground and another, mostly covered in a long flowing green sleeve inched close, its green sharp claw glistening in the light and scaring the poor lizard in the other palm. the other hand flinched away and suddenly the green claw retracted on both hands. Allowing the hand to creep closer to the small lizard and gently pat its head.

"there there, he's just a sick old monkey. nothing to be scared off"

"Distant cousin there Ao lie?" Wukongs teased, perched upon his peach tree.

Ao Lie chuckled, watching the lizard jump onto his other hand and climb his sleeve "you must be deathly sick oh great sage, your hallucinating" he smiled.

"i am not sick!" Wukong insisted, jumping from his peach tree and ont the ground.

"im just-" Wukong suddenly took a sharp breathe in and let it out in a ground shaking sneeze, making all the plant life shudder and the creatures of the cave scatter once again. Even Ao lie could feel himself be lifted off the ground for a moment before meeting the ground again.

"sick"

Wukong Suddenly threw his arms up into the air, the tall orange monkey fuming with frustration "Im the victorious fighting buddha! I dont get sick, i'm not sick in the slightest"

Ao lie tilted his head at Wukong, his long green and white hair gently rolling off his shoulders.

"A few sneezes doesnt-d-does-"

Ao lie kneeled down, and waited for Wukongs sneeze to shake the ground once again before setting the lizard down on the ground to run away and hide from the victorious fighting buddha's wrath.

"doesnt mean im sick! i feel fine, right as rain in fact!"

Suddenly a cold hand cupped his ears. Wukong froze, holding back a purr as Ao Lie massaged the area around his ear. quickly making the elder monkey relax.

"im not sick" he pouted.

"your ears are warm" Ao Lie said while pulling his hand away from Wukongs ear to place it then onto his forehead. humming as he did so.

"your head isnt warm but you might be just starting to come down with something. you should rest" Ao Lie suggested, pulling his hand away and folding his hands and sleeved togethor.

"why, i got king things to do" Wukong huffed, crossing his arms.

"ill get Nezha" Ao Lie smiled brightly. Though Wukong could practically feel the lighting strike from behind that innocent look

Wukong blinked, his fur bristling. "y-ynow what, maybe i could use a nap" Wukong stuttered, feeling the storm fade away with each word.

Ao Lie clapped his hands togethor "i win" He smiled While Wukong shook his head.

"i'll go rest in a tree, all alone" Wukong pouted, fluttering his eyes excessively. "and just, sleep way this beautiful day when there i-is-" Wukong sneezed "obviously something wrong with me and you dont want to hang out with your dear elder brother" Wukong sniffed, wiping away fake tears as he looked down at Ao lie with puppy dog eyes.

Ao Lie looked at Wukong for a moment, watching in silence as his elder brother locked onto him with pleading crocodile teared eyes.

Wukong's tail went limp, he pouted his lips further, and intertwined his hands. Looking more like a pleading child then the almighty Monkey king.

But Ao Lie didnt budge.

instead green smoke suddenly exploded around Ao Lie. Wukong gasped at the sudden smoke and breeze. Stumbling back, confused at what his brother was doing.

he was suddenly hit in the gut by a strong force, making him tumble backwards and hit something sorta squishy but also firm. when Wukong's sight was no longer clouded by green smoke he realised Ao Lie had transformed into his dragon form and wrapped around Wukong tightly.

Ao Lie looked at Wukong, a playfull smile spread across his scaly face.

Wukong huffed and wriggled himself out, then adjusted himself to curl up comfortable on top of Ao Lie.

"thanks buddy" he said, earning a huff from the dragon in reply.

"lets just hope i don't have another dream about a weird baby again"

Ao lie's head perked up, and he looked over at his elder bother with confused and concerned eyes. yet when he wanted to ask about this dream, Wukong was already fast asleep.

[zephyra-in-the-house]

hi!! I hope ur doing well and everything is okay!! in second chances, Iron Fan and Macaque are sworn siblings, but it’s also said so are Iron Fan and Nezha. Is there a certain dynamic between Macaque and Nezha because of this? Any headcannons? love the story!!

Ooo that's an interesting question!

Okay, so I have a little ramble:

I like to imagine that Macaque and PIF are very close and spent a lot of time around each other. However, Macaque and Nezha weren't around each other very often.

After PIF split from Heaven, she didn't spend a lot of time with Nezha. Not for lack of trying either. They simply grew busy with their own separate lives. Of course, Nezha is and will always be loyal to the Celestial Realm. Therefore, even after all the stuff that the gods pulled during PIF's trial, he still opted to remain with Heaven and helped them with the aftermath of PIF's exile as well as the Brotherhood's latest siege. PIF was also busy building her own kingdom on Earth. The two still kept in touch but didn't see each other as often.

During this time, PIF became really good friends with Macaque and they became sworn siblings as well. Macaque and Nezha met a few times before the final siege on Heaven. However, their relationship can be described as a friend of a friend. It was like when you become really good friends with someone and then they introduce you to one of their cousins. That's how their dynamic ended up.

That's not to say that they don't get along though! In fact, Nezha and Macaque would always spar during the few times that they met. They were also good drinking buddies.

Nezha has always held a great amount of respect for Macaque. He was one of the only people during that time period that whole heartedly believed that Macaque and Wukong were on the same power level. The few times that he heard people from the Brotherhood (ahem, Peng) or anyone else talking down on Macaque, he was quick to defend the demon. Despite not knowing Macaque very well personally, he still admired his strength and confidence.

Nezha knew about Wukong's capture and imprisonment by Buddha of course. He also heard how Flower Fruit Mountain had been burned down afterwards. Yet, he never felt right any time he thought about visiting. Him and Macaque weren't close enough for him to check on the demon so he got his updates from PIF instead.

When PIF discovered Macaque’s death, Nezha was right there with her to comfort her. He had never truly hated Sun Wukong. The King always got on his nerves, sure. However, it wasn't until after Macaque's death that he really began to loathe Wukong- mostly because he knew how much Macaque meant to his sworn sister.

Even after his resurrection, Nezha never saw Macaque. He heard of his revival and whatnot but the first time that he saw him alive again was the moment when he was trapped in the ice, staring up at a half-possessed shadow

[radical-revolution]

BEING LOVE

The most important aspect of love is not in giving or the receiving: it’s in the being. When I need love from others, or need to give love to others, I’m caught in an unstable situation. Being in love, rather than giving or taking love, is the only thing that provides stability. Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.

I’m not interested in being a “lover.” I’m interested in only being love. In our culture we think of love as a relational thing: “I love you” and “you are my lover.” But while the ego is built around relationship, the soul is not. It wants only to be love. It’s a true joy, for example, to turn someone whom you didn’t initially like into the Beloved. One way I practice doing so is by placing a photograph of a politician with whom I intensely disagree on my puja table – my altar. Each morning when I wake up, I say good morning to the Buddha, to my guru, and to the other holy beings there. But I find that it’s with a different spirit that I say, “Hello Mr. Politician.” I know it sounds like a funny thing to do, but it reminds me of how far I have to go to see the Beloved in everybody. Mother Teresa has described this as “seeing Christ in all his distressing disguises.” When I realized that Mother Teresa was actually involved in an intimate love affair with each and every one of the poor and the lepers she was picking up from the gutters in India, I thought to myself, “ That’s the way to play the game of love.” And that is what I have been training myself for the last past quarter century: to see and be with the Beloved everywhere.

One of the interesting aspects of seeing the Beloved in this way is that it doesn’t require the other person to see him – or herself as the Beloved. All that’s necessary is that I focus on my own consciousness properly. It’s interesting to notice, though, how warmly people respond to being seen as the Beloved, even if they don’t know what’s happening. (Of course, it all assumes that all your feelings are genuine and that you aren’t compelled to act on them or to lay any sort of trip on the other person. The idea is simply to live and breathe among the Beloved.

The way I work at seeing others (like the politician), as the beloved is to remind myself, “This is another soul, just like me, who has taken a complicated incarnation, just as I have. I don’t want to be in this incarnation any more than he wants to be in mine. But since I want to rest in my soul and not in my ego, I would like to give everybody the opportunity to do the same.”

If I can see the soul that happens to have incarnated into a person that I don’t care for, then my consciousness becomes an environment in which he or she is free to come up from air if he or she wants to. That person can do so because I’m not trying to keep him or her locked into being the person that he or she has become. It’s liberating to resist another person politically, yet still see him or her as another soul. That’s what Krishna meant when he said, “I’m not going to fight, because they are all my cousins on the side.” We may disagree with one another in our current incarnation, but we are all souls.

A story I have told many times reinforces this point. Some years ago I put out a set of records called Love, Serve, Remember. The records – which had music, readings from the Gospel of John, and all kinds of neat things – came in an album with a beautiful booklet with text and pictures. It was a wonderful package, and we sold we sold it by mail order for about $4.50.

I showed the album to my father. Dad was a wealthy Boston Lawyer – a conservative Republican, a capitalist, and, at the time, the President of a railroad. He looked over the album and said, “Great job here! But, gee, you know – four and a half dollars? You could probably sell this for ten dollars – fifteen dollars, even!”

I said, “Yeah, I know”

“Would fewer people buy in if it were more expensive?,” he asked.

“No,” I relied. “Probably the same number would buy it”

“Well I don’t understand you,” he pressed on. “You would sell it for ten, and your selling it for four- fifty? What’s wrong, are you against capitalism or something?”

I tried to figure out how to explain to him how our approaches are differed. I said, “Dad didn’t you just try a law case for Uncle Henry?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “ and it was a damned tough case. I spent a lot of time in the law library.”

I asked, “Did you win the case?” And he answered, “Yeah, I won it.”

Now, my father was a very successful attorney, and he charged fees that were commensurate with his reputation. So I continued. “Well, I bet you charged him a hand and a leg for that one.”

Dad was indignant at the suggestion. “What, are you out of your mind? That’s uncle Henry – I couldn’t charge him.”

“Well, that’s my problem,” I said. “If you find anyone who isn’t Uncle Henry, I’ll rip them off.”

The point I was trying to make is that when you see the Beloved all around you, everyone is family and everywhere is love. When I allow myself to really see the beauty of another being, to see the inherent beauty of soul manifesting itself, I feel the quality of love in that beings presence. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing. We could be talking about our cats because we happen to be picking out cat food in the supermarket, or we simply could be passing each other on the sidewalk. When we are being love, we extend outward an environment that allows people to act in different, more loving and peaceful ways than they are used in behaving. Not only does it allow them to be more loving, it encourages them to be so.

In 1969 I was giving a series of lectures in New York City. Every night, taking the bus up Third Avenue, I got the same extraordinary bus driver. Every night it was rush hour in one of the busiest cities in the world, but we had a warm word and a caring presence for each person who got on the bus. He drove us as if he were sculling a boat down a river, flowing through the traffic rather than resisting it. Everyone who got on the bus was less likely to kick the dog that evening or to be otherwise hostile and unloving, because of the loving space that driver had created. Yet all he was doing was driving the bus. He wasn’t a therapist or a great spiritual teacher. He was simply being love.

Remember, we are all affecting the world every moment, whether we mean to or not. Our actions and states of mind matter, because we are so deeply interconnected with one another. Working on our own consciousness is the most important thing that we are doing at any moment, and being love is a supreme creative act.

– Ram Dass

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My funny observation of the Ashlesha nakshatra

Well if you read my Tumblr post of me trying to predict on myself. You can see that I have a Venus in ashlesha so I'm very familiar with the characteristics of this nakshatra. Since a lot of the girls I attract whether it's just a female stranger would exhibit a lot of the ashlesha traits.

When I think of this nakshatra though my mind always goes on this game called kingdom of hearts. My cousin had introduced me to this game at least a decade ago when I was young. In this game there was always this boss I think named Ursula. Ursula is a part of the little mermaid or the Ariel movie.

In this game Ursula was a boss that you had to defeat but she was never easy to defeat. She use these like magic or witchcraft tactics as I would see it to attack.

Which is crazy because when I research about the ashlesha nakshatra. It's about medicines, toxins, poisons, occult studies, witchcraft, spells and using manipulation to get an advantage. If you understand how the cancer sign works. Cancer deals with our emotions. Women most importantly use their emotions to manipulate by crying and stuff. Most people do but women have mastered this art.

Hence why I would always associate women with this nakshatra. Then my mind would always go on those women with locks. You know why? Women with locks particularly darker or brown skin colored women have always been associated with witchcraft, voodoo, magic etc.

In real life I would actually do see this to be the case. Most women that are very into spirituality or things like astrology tend to have these locs. Obviously this is not the case for every women especially since white women with straight hair can't even have locs for long. I'm talking about the women that are seriously into things like tarot and astrology. Not the ones who just dabble with it for entertainment. The ones that really live the lifestyle.

Halle Bailey easily gives off the appearance of an ashlesha. This was how she captivated my attention before the little mermaid movie. Funny thing is she actually was the leading actress for the little mermaid movie. Trust me I never even watched that movie. I always saw the trailers when I was young or on kingdom hearts. I'm basically going off my Venus in ashlesha. Since Venus shows what we are attracted to or what turns us on. I can always pick up on females that carry the ashlesha energy.

As I type this I looked at the Ursula google image and I noticed the image is very similar to the other images that come up when you type ashlesha.

I know these images are watered down from the actual true ancient images just like how the Buddha statues had coily hair. Still though the coincidence is eerie.