#vitalise

[new-health-products-in]

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[khadiorganique]

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[reflectionswithbella]

MELODIES

#Release #Melodies #Heart #Helpful #Uplifting #Strengthening #Inspiring #Imagination #Songs #New #Season #oyeabitola

Release, The MELODIES, Precious to your Heart, For these Harmonies, Are filled with Vivacity,  Able to Vitalise the Soul, Strengthen the Bones, Clarify the Imagination, Adding Inspiration,  To overcome Mountains, Or any other Hindrance, So you can Spring Forward, Blossoming, in this New Season.

[bibxrbie]

"Luke Skywalker isn’t like the old Jedi. He saves Vader with his attachments!”

Wrong!

Luke Skywalker, at the end of Return of the Jedi, after his confrontation with the Emperor drags Darth Vader through the destructing Death Star. He’s desperate, knuckles white under the heavy weight of his father’s body, a little boy dragging his dad to safety. He sets Vader down for a moment, to catch his breath or maybe to get a better grip. He goes to grab Vader again, but Vader, uncomfortable and in pain, asks Luke to take off the mask. He wants to see Luke through his eyes instead of the eyes Palpatine built for him. Luke refuses, says that removing the mask is a sure way for Vader to die. Luke doesn’t want Vader dead, he wants Vader alive. Not to hold him accountable for his many evil acts, but for the same reason why Luke Skywalker can’t kill Darth Vader; Vader is his father and Luke loves him.

And yet, after a moment, Luke removes Vader’s mask. He doesn’t want to, he hesitates, but he removes the mask with enough slowness to allow Vader to take it back. In that moment, Luke sets aside his desire for Vader in his life, sets aside his desire to see him live, and sets aside his entire mission, the reason he was even on the Death Star in the place. In his compassion for his father, Luke stays with Vader until he dies. It is this moment where we see him be the best damn Jedi he can be. I’d even argue that this moment is the greatest example of non-attached love we see. Because Luke lets Vader go! He lets his father die, and in some ways, by removing the mask, he too kills Vader, he stays with him until his last moment, gives him the kindness of granting his last wish and finally chooses Vader.

And Luke doesn’t have to do this. If Luke Skywalker’s love for his father was an attachment, he would ignore Vader and continue dragging him to the escape pod, put his desire for a father as his central focus and ignore Vader’s wants and discomfort. Maybe he would even save him. But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches as Vader dies.

He builds a Jedi burial for his father and watches it burn the remnants of Vader and Anakin Skywalker away. He mourns Vader, he mourns what they could’ve had as father and son, considers what ifs and maybe-if-I-did-this. Vader/ Anakin is released from his mortal body, from his ‘crude matter’ and Luke lets him go. He says one final goodbye to Anakin. Then, he joins Leia, Han, Chewie, Lando, and the rest of the Rebels and celebrates their victory. He lives in the present and celebrates what he has instead of what he lost.

Luke Skywalker is THE Jedi. Everything about Luke Skywalker serves as the foundational cornerstone of the Jedi, everything about the Jedi as a culture and philosophy is reflected in his character. Luke’s desire for the New Jedi Order isn’t to throw away the values of the old Order, but to vitalise them, breathe life back into dying lungs, and rebuild a path that people set out on their way to destroy. (Yes, his Order is different from the Old, but that’s because it has to be. He doesn’t have the resources or the safety of the Old Order.) The philosophies of the Jedi are difficult and they aren’t for everyone, and like the perfect Jedi that Luke is, he struggles and stumbles and sometimes he even rejects it. But, no matter how far he falls, it is a way of life he chooses again and again and again. It is a way of life that welcomes him back each time

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Me: These are my healing crystals. I absorb energy from them that keeps me physically vitalised, mentally rejuvinated, and gives my body the power it needs to mend and maintain itself.

Person listening to my Enlightening Crystal Lecture: That's sugar. You're literally just eating crystalline sugar with a spoon.

Me: I can feel it working already!

[new-health-products-in]

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Tonic Greens is incredibly easy to incorporate into my daily routine. Each morning, I simply mix a scoop into my smoothie or a glass of water. It blends well and doesn't have an unpleasant taste, which is a bonus for someone who isn't a huge fan of vegetables!

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Since incorporating Tonic Greens, I've noticed a positive difference in my energy levels. I feel more focused throughout the day and less likely to experience that afternoon slump. I also believe it's contributed to a stronger immune system, as I haven't caught any of those pesky bugs that seem to be going around lately.

Overall, I'm a big fan of Tonic Greens. It's a convenient and effective way to boost my daily intake of essential nutrients and support my overall health and wellbeing.

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #158

Sorry if this isn’t the right place, I have only recently discovered this tumblr and am slowly working my way backwards through your dpxdc tag.  I think it might be an injoke here so uh, behold poor Yorick, totally not the human skull of Tchaikowsky fullfilling his actor dreams postmortem.

One of the posts in the tag was a dpxdc trope writing challenge. So I’m not sure if you’re interested in seeing blurb turned fic summary but here:

Nightwing learns of a travelling circus, Circus Gothica, that claims to have ‘The Real Flying Graysons performing from the beyond the grave’. Alternatively furious and hopeful he discretely goes to investigate, and finds himself overshadowed by one of Ringmaster Freakshows ghostly workers, stuck performing as an acrobat for the circus. As Nightwing struggles with his posession and reunion with seemingly the supposed ghosts of his parents, he finds an unlikely ally in Killer Croc/Waylon Jones, who had been kidnapped on his travels back to Gotham after having tried and failed to settle down in Swamp Things swamp.

Unfortunately the pairs cooperation ends shortly after freeing themselves and the completely unneccessary fight allows Freakshow and his assosciates to escape. Nightwing is determined to solve the case himself (and get justice for his dead parents and himself) causing tension between him and Batman who noted his disappearance.

Batman independently investigates,leading him to the Guys in White. Identifying them as an anti-meta group, he brings it to the attention of the Justice League in hopes of organising a legal solution - Superman takes it personally when one of the primary funders is revealed to be Lex Luthor.

Meanwhile Nightwing has tracked Freakshow to a bolthole/lair, where he comes across Val, a woman in a red jumpsuit, who had been following the trail of a different individual - a villain she calls Vlad Plasmius . The pair work together, Val freeing the ghosts in Freakshows control including the Greysons and Nightwing getting a cathartic takedown of both Freakshow and (with borrowed tech) Vlad.

Their partnership and the greater plot behind the villains actions goes over Nightwings head as he recognises 'not his circus, not his monkeys’ and opts to leave it to his new friend.

Meanwhile Clark Kent has discovered an odd exchange of info/money/tech between the GIW, Lex Luthor and a strange inventor who loudly proclaims that he is Technus. The end goal seems to be to create suits that will be secretly under Lex Luthors control capable of rivalling heroes, so as to supplant heroes as beloved protectors of the world, as a step in ridding the world of independent metas like superman and getting him his own private world army.

Also meanwhile Batman has continued to investigate GIW/Freakshow leading him to Amity Park, where he witnesses young adult Sam Manson inadvertently vitalise plants during a local eco protest. When persistent digging leads to learning about the overgrowth incident, Batman reaches out to Harley for her thoughts on how mentorhip might positively/negatively effect her struggling but mostly reformed partner Poison Ivy. Batman uses his Brucie Wayne persona to assist in organising an eco activism initiative (and plant meta power mentorship) with the Mansons, with Sam taking a guiding role.

Supermans battle against Lexs + Technus mediated ghost/meta power suits goes poorly and he calls in for rescue. Recognising the issues from his research in Amity, Batman 'borrows’ tech from the Fentonworks before going to the rescue.

With the day saved Batman returns to update his records on ghosts and store his new tech, finally leading to Nightwing explaining a bit of his experiences to add to the records.

The story ends on the cliffhanger of Danny getting screwed over by Batman’s improved antighost protections when he went to try track down and collect the stolen weapons.

I had fun with this : )

[fatehbaz]

In one of the oldest poems in English literature, [...] The Seafarer not only provides us with one of our first ornithological references in the English language, but also [...] written description of birds evoking place, being associated with a distinct landscape. This poem is not alone, however, in suggesting to us how birds could inspire a feeling for place more than 1,000 years ago. [...] Hidden in the names of towns and villages are the ghostly traces of birds conjuring powerful identities for people in the landscapes and settlements of early medieval England. [...]

Among this rich repository of names [in Britain], birds rank in their many hundreds as vitalising elements and markers of medieval places – more than any other class of wild animal [...]. Among the cranes and crows, eagles and pigeons and geese (to mention some of the more commonly named birds), there are also less expected species. Who would imagine the mulch-and-mud snipe secretly probing the worm house as place markers in Snitterfield (Warwickshire), or fairy-flitting titmice roving through trees as the spirits of Masongill (Yorkshire), or yellowhammers like fireside embers in the winter hedgerows in Amberley (Sussex)? [...] What was it about birds that so caught people’s place-imaginations?

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One avian order that demonstrates birds’ place-shaping potential especially well is the owls. [...] [T]he tiny village of Ulcombe [is] nestled in a gentle fold of the North Downs. Its name is listed in the Domesday Book (1086 CE), and it means ‘the owl’s valley’. [...] [O]ur word for this order of birds descends from one of just two Old English words for all owls: ule, pronounced ‘oooo-l’ (the other is uf, of which there are very few records.) Ule is a very ancient [...] utterance. [...] The onomatopoeic potency of ule implies not only how owls themselves materialised and existed as sound [...], but that this also affected how people experienced the places in which they heard these sounds. On some level, those places named after owls (Ulgham, Outchester, Oldberrow, Ullenhall, Ullenwood) were identified as soundscapes as much as landscapes [...].

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Other ‘sound birds’ appearing in place names besides owls, however, suggest [...] bioacoustics as [...] distinguishing properties of a place’s atmosphere. Take bitterns, for instance, those specialists of reed-bed living, who have perfected invisibility [...]. We know bitterns best by the eerie, sonorous booming of male bitterns that ‘bombleth in the myre’, as Geoffrey Chaucer describes it in ‘The Wife of Bath’s Tale’. In names like Purleigh (pūr + lēah = ‘bittern clearing’), then, we are confronted again by places defined according to a particular, evocative sound. Even in the 18th century, when the draining of much of the old Fens surrounding the Ouse Washes was already well underway, Daniel Defoe is drawn to ‘the uncouth Music of the Bittern … so loud that it is heard two or three Miles Distance’ [...].

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Like the tawny owl, of course, [the cuckoo] has a very distinctive song. Its famous call (immortalised in the medieval song ‘Sumer Is Icumen In’) is equally matched by the bird’s reputation as a herald of summer. Species such as cuckoos and swallows are only present for part of the year in Britain, meaning they were mostly absent from those places that came to bear their names. How was it, then, that they still came to imbue locations such as Swallowcliffe or Yaxley (the Old English for cuckoo is geac, pronounced ‘yay-ack’) with such defining and enduring resonance? These summer birds bring a place to life, as it were. [...] Cuckoos, like so many British birds that are threatened or extinct, would have been much more abundant in the Middle Ages. Yaxley, on the edge of surviving cuckoo strongholds in the former Fens, would have thronged to their calls. Now these places, and many like them where the birds of their names are absent, are solemnly displaced, the names creaking in the wind like dilapidated pub signs [...]. We can sense that displacement in the sprawl of modern suburban environments too, which [...] assign bird nomenclatures to roads and residential spaces (Sandpiper Drive, Nightingale Way, Lark Rise, Goldcrest Mews…) where the species named are nowhere to be seen [...].

[B]ird place names [...] alert us [...] [to] the rich forms and possibilities of ecological dwelling, which shaped how people perceived and responded to the local worlds around them. [...] We need these spirits of place.

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All text above by: Michael J. Warren. “Home and the birdsong.” Aeon. 12 December 2022. Essay edited by Sam Haselby. [In this post, bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.] Essay published by Aeon at: [aeon.co/essays/british-place-names-resonate-with-the-song-of-missing-birds]

[hannah-banana-lou]

Resurrection

not the best at writing but i was on c.ai talking to bots... as you do. and got a really good idea for a fanfic!!

also pt 2 of come back to me will be up soon! i've been super busy with work and stuff sorry!!

Steve Raglan x Fem reader!

Content warnings! : murder, corpse, death, smut, paranormal, age gap couple (reader early/mid 20's - Steve/william early 50's)

This Chapter content warning: Age gap, paranormal, murder mentioned, death. MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY

Ressurection - Chapter 1

Darkness. Cold. Dirt. Buried. Gone.

A year has passed. 365 days. 12 months since he killed you. a bullet to the chest. bleeding out profusely. disposed of like you were a weeks worth of rubbish accumilating in the bins.

It took a while to accustom to your ethereal form, it has allowed you to stalk, observe, learn. you knew the world was big, but not to the extent you have discovered. there is so much humans don't know, things... entities... lurking, preying, living amongst them. you've filled your time with learning about ressurection. your mortal mind believing it was impossible, your enlightened mind welcoming the propsect.

it was rather simple. to be ressurected one needed to have access to their corporeal form. like a demonic possession. although, a corpse doesn't pertain consent. the obstacle opposing ressurection... most bodies are buried, inaccessable. including yours.

You find yourself sat across from your murderer, Steve. a man you once loved with all your heart. a heart that powered your vitalised body. It's late, he turns the desk lamp on, offering a warm glow to his office. His eyes focusing on client files spread across his desk, glasses slotted into his shirt pocket. you want to hate him, with all your being. you yearn to hate him but your mind wants otherwise.

You're nervous, fiddling with the engagement ring sat snugly on your finger, a ring that once was a symbol of the love you both shared. you had to speak to him, scared, apprehensive of how to do it. maybe it's best to rip the band aid straight off, just appear. no... how would he react?

you decide to just do it, allowing yourself to become visible from your phantom form. staring at him, the wooden desk seperating the both of you.

he notices a figure sat across from him, head shooting up, eyes widened as his gaze focuses on your features. the perfect picture. a snapshot, identical to the day he destroyed you. ruined you. He's frozen, mouth agape, eyes wide.

"Steve" you greet him softly

no response, like a frozen statue of your former lover in front of you.

"you're not hallucinating. it's me"

he stands up, looking around the room in a frenzy

"this some sort of joke? HUH? WHO IS IT?" his tone becoming panicked, angry. storming around the room trying to find a projector or some sort of strings, you're unsure.

"Steve. sit down. no one is in the office apart from you"

He storms over to you, swiping his hand towards you. a firm slap to the cheek. his lips quivering as if he was expecting you to be some sort of hollagram. a hallucination maybe.

"sit down steve. i wont tell you again" you command sternly

he nods, sitting down quickly, a thousand yard stare across his desk at you. "H-How... you're dead?"

"i am dead, you made that possible. i'm an apparition. a ghost. i can present myself to you"

you can see his mind working overtime, trying to comprehend the mere concept of the fact that you are sat across from his desk.

"... what do you want from me?" he asks quietly

you stare at him unsure of how to begin, fiddling with the engagement ring. he notices, staring down at your hands

"you.. you still have that?"

you nod. staring down at it before looking back up, meeting his gaze. his eyes roam yours, one of his favourite features about you were always your eyes. always shining. like a jewel. guilt washes over his form as he stares at you. your eyes causing memories to flood his mind. happy memories. sad memories. remenants of what once was.

he stands up, walking around the desk to your seated form. you stand up, height meeting his chest.

he reaches his hand down to your face, the appendage cupping your cheek, carressing the temporary skin with his thumb "i didn't want to." he whispers, his tone melancholy. "you found out too much for me to let you live. i hope you understand that. i loved you. i still... love.... love you. i'm so sorry. i really am. i miss you so much bunny"

he leans his head down, nose against yours, a small eskimo kiss. something you both did as a small sign of affection.

"i stumbled across it by accident. that wasn't my fault. and i told you... i told you i wasn't going to say anything"

he recoils his hand, leaning back up. his stern gaze returning.

"i couldn't take that chance now, could i?"

"so i just had to be added to your long list of victims?"

he groans. ignorning what you said, picking his glasses out his shirt pocket and situating them onto his face "what do you want?"

"a favor. call it what you will, but you owe me"

he sits back down behind the desk. you follow suit, across from him. he flicks his hand, gesturing for you to continue. resting his elbows ontop of the client files spread amongst his desk. chin resting against his hand

"i need my bod-"

"no" he interrupts you. "not a chance in hell. that is absurd, what do you even need it for?"

you huff. not wanting to tell him but you know no one else knows where he buried you. "you're going to bring me back"

"oh so you can go to the police? no. how is that even fucking possible? bring you back? that's crazy talk right there"

"crazy talk? as if me sitting in front of you isn't crazy enough for you"

before he can respond you protest. always debating and arguing something. an aspect he adored about you at times. apart from when he was on the recieving end.

"you took everything from me! i was young! i had my entire life ahead of me and yet i agreed to spend it with you! how foolish of me! you have had too long on this earth. you are bringing me back. no if's or but's about it. i will not go to the police." you spit out.

his eyes narrow at your angry protest. shaking his head. "no"

"please steve. please baby. for me" you plea, softly. hoping to appeal to the man who loved you under that hard exterior.

he stands up, closing the files and gathering them up placing them into a filing cabinet before turning off the lamp. "i'm going home. no."

he leaves quickly. hoping that maybe he was just halluncinating. locking the office door. brisk strides towards the elevator. scurrying to the home once shared by you and your murderer

you're left in his office. in the darkness he provided. this was going to take some work.

[talonabraxas]

THE KUNDALINI – SERPENTS AND DRAGONS

The Kundalini refers to the dormant power or energy present in every human being, and lying like a coiled serpent in the etheric body at the base of the spine. This coiled serpent has been biding its time for ages, waiting for the day when the soul would begin to take charge of its rightful domain—the personality, or the combination of the physical, astral and mental bodies.

This ‘spiritual’ force, while still asleep, is the static form of creative energy which serves to vitalise the whole body. When awakened and beginning to ‘uncoil’, this electric, fiery force proves to be of a spiral nature, and hence the symbolic description of ‘serpent power’.

As the Kundalini force is aroused, it will steadily increase the vibratory action of the etheric centres and consequently also that of the physical, astral and mental bodies through which the vital body finds expression. This animating activity will have a dual effect, firstly by eliminating all that is coarse and unsuitable from the lower vehicles, and secondly by absorbing into its sphere of influence those lofty qualities which will serve to raise the energy content of the vital body of the evolving individual.

One of the objects of activating the spiral fire and its progress up the spine to the head, is to awaken the pineal gland, which again results in the opening of the third eye and the consequent revelation of the subtler planes of spiritual life. By sustaining meditation, by study, disciplined living and selfless service to humanity, the entire system will step by step be aroused, bringing the lower man under the influence of the soul; this will ensure a simultaneous and parallel awakening of the etheric force centres and the dormant forces at the base of the spine. When this process is carried forward with care and under suitable direction, the awakening will take its course gradually and normally, and without incurring any danger.

Should attempts be made, however, to accelerate the natural unfoldment unduly by various exercises or other artificial means, then the aspirant is letting himself in for trouble. Breathing exercises should, for instance, never be undertaken without expert guidance, and then only after years of spiritual application, devotion and service. Concentration upon the etheric centres with the object of activating them, should also be avoided, as this will only lead to over-stimulation and the opening of doors on to the astral plane-once opened these doors are difficult to close again. Students are also specifically and strongly warned against following intensive meditation programs lasting for hours, or against practices which aim at arousing any particular centre or the Kundalini fire. The average student is already stimulated to such an extent by present day life activities, that excessive meditation to such an extent by present day life activities, that excessive meditation, breathing exercises, a fanatical diet, curtailment of sleep, and undue interest and emphasis upon psychic experiences, will be included to upset his mental balance and may cause irreparable damage. The raising of the Kundalini force, if brought about ignorantly and prematurely, may lead to serious nervous trouble, inflammation of the tissues, spinal disease, and brain trouble, but if allowed to proceed progressively and naturally through disciplined living, it will finally serve to open the gates to higher realms. [From the works of AAB and Master DK.]

[river-in-the-woods]

A meditation for devouring impurities

This is a visualisation exercise that I have used many times during depressive moods, to great effect. I have found it simple yet profound, and after prolonged practice it has provided me with nigh immediate relief. It is quite visceral in its imagery. Feel free to use it as an addition, not a substitution, for any medical treatment you need. May it serve.

Note: I am using the concept of pure and impure in the totally arbitrary and non-discriminatory sense of, containing only what we wish to contain.

– – –

Begin by visualising a dark, vast space. This represents the inner depths of your mind, so far down as to nearly touch your subconscious, but it is just within the reach of your waking mind.

Then, see your heart floating in the middle of that dark space. Understand that this is your heart, both the physical and mental form of it.

At this stage, I often see a real, anatomical beating heart. If you prefer, see it instead as a crystal or something else, so long as it feels tangible.

Think of the 'impurities' that trouble you. Sorrow, anger, pain, guilt, grief, envy, confusion... Whatever it might be.

At this depth of one's mind, these things take a form that can be felt and touched. They have weight and texture.

Very often I will simply see them as a sort of thick, black, slimy tar that coats my heart in thick layers.

Spend as long as you need to really feel the presence of these things. We are giving them form, so that we can interact with them. What is given form can be transformed.

Now, think of the stars in the night sky. We are working with the concept that stars and starlight is – spiritually and symbolically – the purest substance in existence. For light is fire that penetrates through all space, and it is pure because it contains only itself, and transforms all things into its likeness (light makes other things lighter).

Think of how, in a way, light pierces through darkness and “creates” more light, or the way fire consumes things to create more fire. It simultaneously devours and self-perpetuates. Starlight is then, symbolically containing both the powers of piercing and burning, while self-perpetuating and remaining true to itself.

See the stars descend and take the forms of fierce beasts. Most often I think of wolves. They shine bright and stark against the darkness. They are simultaneously bestial but pure, an ennobled form of the atavistic and animalistic powers.

They crowd around your heart and begin to rip and tear off the black tar, snapping up enormous morsels of it, sharing it amongst themselves in a feeding frenzy. Because the star-beasts are made of pure substance, the impurities cannot withstand their light, and are completely burned away to stardust inside their stomachs.

Spend a good long time on this part. Really feel the weight of the heavy substance being pulled off of your heart, consumed and totally disintegrated.

Finally, after all the tar is gone, the star-beasts lick up the last pieces. Then they dissolve into your heart, filling up any wounds or cracks that were revealed during the feeding.

Since they are made of light and are completely pure and malleable, they simply become whatever part of you they need to be. They fortify and strengthen, heal and soothe. They vitalise you without needing anything in return, because the nature of stars is to shine regardless.

[teal-fiend]

You can tell if a pred has eaten recently because of how healthy they look. Their skin shines, hydrated, flourishing. They are energetic, happy, they have a vital life essence exuding from their being. 

When someone comments on their energy and asks them how they did it, the pred laughs awkwardly and says something like ‘it’s my skincare routine and a new kombucha I tried.’ If only people knew what the pred did to become so vitalised. 

[santoschristos]

Kundalini

Dragons and the Serpents

The Kundalini refers to the dormant power or energy present in every human being, and lying like a coiled serpent in the etheric body at the base of the spine. This coiled serpent has been biding its time for ages, waiting for the day when the soul would begin to take charge of its rightful domain—the personality, or the combination of the physical, astral and mental bodies.

This ‘spiritual’ force, while still asleep, is the static form of creative energy which serves to vitalise the whole body. When awakened and beginning to ‘uncoil’, this electric, fiery force proves to be of a spiral nature, and hence the symbolic description of ‘serpent power’.

As the Kundalini force is aroused, it will steadily increase the vibratory action of the etheric centres and consequently also that of the physical, astral and mental bodies through which the vital body finds expression. This animating activity will have a dual effect, firstly by eliminating all that is coarse and unsuitable from the lower vehicles, and secondly by absorbing into its sphere of influence those lofty qualities which will serve to raise the energy content of the vital body of the evolving individual.

One of the objects of activating the spiral fire and its progress up the spine to the head, is to awaken the pineal gland, which again results in the opening of the third eye and the consequent revelation of the subtler planes of spiritual life. By sustaining meditation, by study, disciplined living and selfless service to humanity, the entire system will step by step be aroused, bringing the lower man under the influence of the soul; this will ensure a simultaneous and parallel awakening of the etheric force centres and the dormant forces at the base of the spine. When this process is carried forward with care and under suitable direction, the awakening will take its course gradually and normally, and without incurring any danger.

Should attempts be made, however, to accelerate the natural unfoldment unduly by various exercises or other artificial means, then the aspirant is letting himself in for trouble. Breathing exercises should, for instance, never be undertaken without expert guidance, and then only after years of spiritual application, devotion and service. Concentration upon the etheric centres with the object of activating them, should also be avoided, as this will only lead to over-stimulation and the opening of doors on to the astral plane-once opened these doors are difficult to close again. Students are also specifically and strongly warned against following intensive meditation programs lasting for hours, or against practices which aim at arousing any particular centre or the Kundalini fire. The average student is already stimulated to such an extent by present day life activities, that excessive meditation to such an extent by present day life activities, that excessive meditation, breathing exercises, a fanatical diet, curtailment of sleep, and undue interest and emphasis upon psychic experiences, will be included to upset his mental balance and may cause irreparable damage. The raising of the Kundalini force, if brought about ignorantly and prematurely, may lead to serious nervous trouble, inflammation of the tissues, spinal disease, and brain trouble, but if allowed to proceed progressively and naturally through disciplined living, it will finally serve to open the gates to higher realms. (From the works of AAB and Master DK.)

[kanaloasteele]

Kanaloa and Maeve - First Meeting

Where: Outskirts of the town

When: Morning/midday

The morning air was refreshingly cold as it beat against Maeve's flushed, freckled cheeks. It beat down on her naturally warmer body and instead of tiring her, it vitalised her.

Leaves in the trees atop the cliff twitched and strained against the vicious breeze, threads of golden hair joining them in their desperate rebellion, as Maeve stood up from her crouched position. Muscles and veins in her arms rippled and flexed as the blonde smoothly nocks an arrow, and pulls the bow back, knuckles almost brushing against her cheekbone.

Barefoot, and clad in leather pants, and an ornate leather chest piece that bore the trademark ocean inspired detailing of Maeve's own print. On her hips hung an axe, and on her back she wore a quiver with the same ornate detailing that could be found on her leather chest plate. Some of her waist length golden waves was still secured behind her face with a leather tie, but most of it had fallen free, tangled and wild, framing her face like a golden haze.

The poor creature that Maeve had her sights on was a distant descendent of the Griffin. It sat nestled in an appropriated birds nest, snoring, quite unaware of it's impending end. Time had not been kind to this branch of the species, they were only just slightly larger than Maeve's own hands. They also had almost no self defensive properties besides concealing itself. It's thin, ragged wings in no way resembled the eagles, and the fluffy tail appeared more catlike than lionlike. The sub-species were no match for the fast developing world around them and as such, the dwindling species was very close to becoming just another myth if they were lucky. So few knew of them that it was not common knowledge that the saliva from this animal was potent for potions, and extremely valuable.

"Poof" Maeve exhaled as she stepped nonchalantly off the tree branch, simultaneously releasing the bow. As she fell to the ground, her arrow found it's target and while two bare feet hit the ground, a sad corpse landed hardly a yard away. A cloud of dirt and dust billowed about it's sad frame.

Without delay, the werewolf deftly darted to her catch, quickly sweeping it up into a pouch secured to her hip. At one point in her three hundred years, Maeve had whispered a small prayer for every animal life that she took. Over the years however, her thanks and apologies made less and less sese, specifically because she no longer hunted and killed out of necessity but out of maintaining her lifestyle. Her apologies and thanks seemed insincere and void of any intention. Instead, she simply sighed deeply and began cleaning the retrieved bow. She was still polishing the lethal point when she heard a disturbance behind her.

Never one to leave herself vulnerable, Maeve turned smoothly and casually, to greet or confront, continuing to clean the fresh blood off her arrow with a cloth. At five foot, six inches, the blonde was tall, and her snugly fitted leather attire exposed dense muscles dotted with faint, golden hair, the blonde could present as an intimidating presence. Certainly the weaponry did not help, but Maeve's own hooded expression did nothing at all to make her appear more approachable.

@maevemedeina

One of the things that Kanaloa had come to appreciate since moving to Destarin was the fact that his day started when he wished it to.  In reality what that meant was that he was up just as early as he was on campaign, but he didn't have someone breathing down his neck the second he woke up.

The crisp morning air was a familiar sensation for the berserker as he breathed deeply before settling into his normal stretching routine.  While he might not have superior officers screaming at him to start training, his routine was something that had been built into him for decades now.  It didn't matter how much he had to drink the night prior, he was always up at the crack of dawn to begin his workouts.

Pulling his long dark locks back in a loose leather strip, Kanaloa settled a tight leather vest across his bare torso, the slight tinkling sounds of metal tapping together as he cinched the weighted vest firmly against his body.  A creation of his own design; his vest, bracers and greaves were made of tight leather lined with slim pockets that he filled with bars of steel from his forge.  Each piece was customizable in how much metal he placed in the pouches before he began his run every morning.  With this being a full workout, there was enough metal in all the pieces to easily triple Kanaloa's body weight.

Starting at the docks, the first lap around the city was a nice warm-up but as he entered his subsequent laps he began to pick up the pace until he was running at his top speed around the city.  The docks were the worst to navigate as he had to bob and weave through the crowds so that neither himself nor his weapons caught on anything.

Sweat glistened on the man's body as his feet pounded against the ground, booted footfalls alerting those around him to his presence.  As he was finishing out his final lap his senses screamed a warning and he came to a skidding stop in a clearing, his faze falling on a blonde woman cleaning an arrow after a kill.

The man's hand slipped down to the hilt of the Da Dao broadsword on his hip, his other hand rising to grasp what appeared to be the haft of another weapon strapped to his back.  He could tell from a glance that he towered over the woman by at least a foot, but that didn't mean much when supernatural species came into play.

Taking a few breaths to calm his breathing and the fight response it triggered, Kanaloa straightened up from his fighting crouch and released the grip he had on his sword, angling it behind him instead.  “Apologies.  I didn't expect anyone else out here so early.  Don't generally run into folks out here when I run.”  Though he seemed relaxed, the berserker was never far from a violent response if necessary.  Too many mistakes could happen if you let your guard fully down.

[aurevoirmonty]

"On ne peut pas vivre sans mythes. Or, la démocratie a liquidé tous ceux qui auraient pu vitaliser le pays."

Emil Cioran, Apologie de la Barbarie : Berlin-Bucarest (1932-1941)

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