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atamascolily · 6 years

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A Natural History of Tatooine, part 26/?

In which Luke returns to Obi-wan's hut, but it's kinda a letdown. Tor is undeterred, however.

(Previous installments)

(Oh, and the lyrics of the "Correllian shanty" are actually based off a sonnet from Rainer Maria Rilke’s Book of Hours (II,2) that I am fond of.)

Luke leaned against the thick clay outer walls of Ben Kenobi's hut and pulled his knees up against his chest as he strove to remain in the rapidly dwindling patch of shade. It was only a few hours after first dawn, and the heat was already fierce. Mirages of imaginary water flickered out of the corner of his visions - an especially cruel illusion for foolhardy travelers caught wandering without appropriate precautions.

Stay-in-the-shadows was a game he'd played constantly as a child, whether by himself or in the company of a reprogrammed maintenance droid on the edges of the Lars family compound. Later, as a teenager, he'd indulged in a slightly more refined version, loitering outside the general store at Tosche Station with Camie and Biggs and whoever else was around.

He dug a finger idly through the sand, tracing out simple patterns, only to erase them upon completion. There was nothing else to do except sit and watch the desert and wait for Tor to finish the errand that had brought them here. And brood, of course.

He'd spent a restless night in Brother Amaeo's carved enclave in Beggar's Canyon, tossing and turning for hours after an unsettling dream in which he'd was paralyzed while Cray/Callista was dragged away by Tuskens loose on the Eye of Palpatine and Mara hovered over his shoulder in silent disapproval. An hour of silent meditation and prayers before first dawn calmed him before he joined his companions for a simple breakfast on the balcony overlooking the canyon where they'd dined the night before. Then he and Tor descended to the canyon floor, back to where they'd left the Destiny the previous evening.

Much to her disappointment, there was no further sign of canyon krayts about.

"Trust me, you don't want to mess with one," Luke assured her.

"But a dragon--" she protested, and he waved her off.

True to Luke's predictions, the flight to Ben Kenobi's hut was uneventful to the point of boredom. Whoever had chased them yesterday had given up, and no other ships appeared on the sensors to challenge them. Still, he gave Anchorhead a wide berth, emerging out of the Canyon onto the Benzin Plateau, bypassing the flat, featureless expanse of the Great Chott in favor of the endless monotony of the Dune Sea.

Even so, it was hard not to get lost in the stories, the memories that rushed back at him as he navigated. He did his best to remain focused on the controls and the coordinates, and Tor, sensing his mood, did not interrupt him with conversation.

Ben Kenobi's hut was unchanged since his previous visit, just before the Battle of Endor: a white rounded adobe dome, perched on the edge of the Jundland Wastes, overlooking the vast expanse of the Dune Sea. In the desert, with no rain, such dwellings could last for centuries. Inside, it was still the same mess of sand drifts and rubble, picked apart by scavengers and the vagaries of the wind.

The last time he'd been here, he'd nearly collapsed in a feverish sea of memories and visions. He'd made it out to his speeder, and had somehow ended up in the remains of the Lars homestead and watched the twin dawns from the ridge above the family compound. He braced himself for a similar flood of emotions as he entered the room for the first time in ten years... only to be surprised at how little he felt at all.

There was nothing here for him now. He'd laid all his ghosts to rest a long time ago--including Ben--and they'd gone wherever ghosts went when they weren’t pestering the living. Ben might have given Luke his father's lightsaber in this house, but he hadn't left any tangible inheritance for his last apprentice.

Tor fell to digging through the sand drifts with gusto, but Luke had only been able to bear twenty minutes inside the hut before retreating outside to wait for her to finish whatever it was she thought she could accomplish here. He didn't know why Tor had seized on this mad assumption that Ben had hid uneti seeds on Tatooine, but maybe once she was satisfied that they weren't--

Actually, he wasn't sure what would happen then. He had no particular desire to return to Yavin and continue the practice period. Callista was out in the galaxy somewhere, and Mara was unlikely to return any time soon. Neither of them particularly wanted to see him at the moment--not that he could blame either of them, given how badly he'd screwed up.

Here he was, the great Luke Skywalker, war hero, Jedi master, famous and respected throughout the galaxy for his mighty powers and courageous deeds--and yet he'd trade it all to have them back with him a heartbeat. One of them. Both of them. Anything he could get.

He could go to Coruscant, he decided. It would be good to see Leia and Han and the children again, and they would be happy to see him; no questions asked. It was easy to talk to Leia, the way it was easy to talk to Tor, and Han, too, though in a very different way. Both of them would understand what had happened with Callista and Mara, and they wouldn't judge him for it. He would be safe there, sheltered. He could go down to the mid-levels and get some decent pilo-noodles, too. And if Tor continued to let him pilot her ship, he didn't see how she could object to him deciding the course for once.

She'd been right about flying, though. He missed it. Staying ground-bound in the rainy season was chafing at him. All those years, and he was still that eager hotshot, always looking for the horizon, always reaching for what was just beyond his grasp. But she hadn't thought it was a bad thing, the way Yoda had.

What had she said to him last night? "You just have to find a way to make it work, that's all." What did that even mean?

Even in the shadows, it was still hot. The heat didn't bother him much, not anymore. It was hot; that was how things were here. You accepted it or cursed it, but it was easier if you accepted it as a given and moved on with your life as best you could. He hadn't known things could be different until he'd set foot on Yavin for the first time with Han and Leia, flush from their escape from the first Death Star. And what a whirlwind his life had been since...

Since then, he'd had a lot of practice being uncomfortable, enough so that a little heat wasn't a big deal. And here he was again, back where it had all began, more or less. So much had changed, and yet--

Something flickered on the edge of his vision, a break in the monotony. He turned, yanked the macrobinoculars out of the sack next to him and fiddled with the focus to zoom in on the spot in question.

Tuskens. Absolutely no mistaking them. Confused, puzzled, but no sign of agitation or attack--

And then they were gone.

Luke stared, his mind racing through the possibilities. He wasn't worried, exactly - but his last encounters with Tuskens kidnapped by the Eye of Palpatine had been very unpleasant, and the one before that - chasing Artoo down through the canyons with Threepio in tow - hadn't been much better. He couldn't say he was looking forward to more fights should it come down to that. Now that he was aware of their presence, he and Tor could avoid them.

He heard footsteps crunching on the gravel, and jerked the macrobinoculars down more quickly than he'd meant to, even though he knew it wasn't a Tusken who approached him.

"You all right?" Tor asked, slumping down beside him in what little shade remained.

"Sand People," he said to where he'd spotted them. "On the far side of the canyon over there, watching us. They're gone now."

"Should I be concerned?"

"I'm not," Luke said, and meant it. "They were checking us out, but it didn't seem like they meant any harm. I have a feeling that they believe this place is haunted, even though it's been twenty years since Ben lived here."

"That'll do it," Tor agreed. "How does it feel to be back after all this time?"

"It reminds me of the old Correllian shanty, 'Widening Circles'," Luke said. "You know it?"

"'I live my life in widening circles,'" Tor sang. "'Ones that reach out across the stars. I may not complete this last journey, but I surrender to it.... '"

Luke joined in on the chorus: "'Millennia come and go, and I still don't know - am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?'"

Han was especially fond of that song, and he and Luke had sung it often during the dark, cold, awful days with the Rebellion, when comforts were few and far between. It was, Han explained one evening when they were fixing up the Falcon, the inspiration for the ship's name--only he'd had to explain to Luke what a falcon was. There wasn't anything like those swift-diving avians on Tatooine.

"That strange, huh?" Tor said, when they had finished.

"Are you surprised?"

"Not especially. You have this look about you when you're brooding," she said.

He had to smile at that. She never failed to call him out on it. "Maybe you can write a paper on Jedi social behaviors instead of uneti trees. Or anti-social behaviors, if you prefer. Speaking of which, did you find what you were looking for in there?"

She shook her head. "No. No sign of any seeds or any surviving material that would suggest they were ever here."

Luke resisted the strong temptation to say I told you so. "What about underground?" There were additional living quarters undergrown, spaces for growth tanks and 'vaporator parts and all the necessities for eking out a relatively self-sufficient existence on Tatooine. He'd never personally set foot in them, but he knew they were there.

"Nothing down there except a nest of hive-spiders and a pseudoscorpion, none of whom were especially pleased to have me intrude on their living quarters."

"So, what now?" he asked, as diplomatically as possible. "I was thinking maybe we could go to Cor--"

Tor cut him off before he could finish the thought. "We go on to where the trees are," she said, as if it were obvious.

He stared at her. "Just like that?"

"I didn't think there would be any seeds here," Tor said patiently, as if explaining the obvious. "I was sure he planted them. But this place was on the way, and I thought it reasonable to check to make sure."

"What makes you think he planted them?" Luke asked.

The whole thing had the makings of a conspiracy theory, and he didn't understand it. He knew she loved the uneti trees, was determined to bring them back from their near-extinction--that was why he'd enlisted her help at the Academy, after all--but he wasn't sure why she had fixated so much on the idea of Obi-wan Kenobi establishing a population after the fall of the Old Republic. On Tatooine, of all places.

She was quiet for a while. "Call it a hunch," she said at last. "I know what it's like to be in exile, without any hope of return. I know what it's like to be entrusted with something important. He brought the seeds here, and he couldn't keep them in storage for twenty years if he wanted them to stay viable; he had to grow them out somewhere. That much I know for certain. The only question is if I'm right about where he planted them."

"You think so?" Luke was skeptical, but figured they might as well go and see, since they'd come this far.

And it wasn't like he had anything else more pressing on his schedule anymore.

"Shall we go and find out?" She rose to her feet, reached out a hand to him.

'I live my life in widening circles, ones that reach out across the stars. I may not complete this last, but I surrender to it--'

He accepted her hand, let her help him up. "Yes."

#a natural history of tatooine #fanfic excerpt #my fanfiction

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rilenerocks · 4 years

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The weather where I live has been hot and very dry. I keep my birdbath full and yesterday, I turned on the sprinkler as well. Lots of thirsty birds arrived within minutes to cool off and drink. This female cardinal has a nest with her partner somewhere in the tall shrubs behind her. Her color and markings are unusual so I always recognize her. I do a better job attending to my avian friends than I do for myself. I’m always sweaty and uncomfortable in the summer. Toward the end of April in many years past, I’d start complaining about the heat and Michael would say, “so long – see you in October.” I actually wasn’t quite that bad, but I’m not enamored of this annual muggy time. These days, though, I’m sending myself different messages. Right now, I’m hyper-aware of how lucky I am to be outside during these months, sticky and disgusting though I may be. My outdoor space liberates me from the claustrophobia being experienced by people who occupy small spaces in crowded cities. Icy winter will change how I manage virus time, when I’ll be on the inside, looking out. I’m consciously working on these messages to myself. Unconsciously, too. Some of them are clear and easily explainable. I ponder over the others.

What messages are poking out of my subconscious brain? I’ve been remembering lots of my dreams. I’m recording them so I won’t forget what’s being sorted through while I sleep. The Covid19 nightscape. Last night’s internal video made some sense to me. I dreamed that Michael and I were going to renew our marriage vows. It felt more like a first wedding for awhile because I was busily registering for gifts like dishes, silverware and serving trays. I was being really extravagant, selecting items made of gold and other fancy materials. I suddenly realized that was crazy as we already had everything we needed and I confessed that to Michael, who’d been assisting me from another room. Things moved from there to a conflict with some contractors who were working in my backyard. I’d been angry with them because they’d been doing a sloppy job. They were now being almost obsequious toward me, overly apologetic and fawning to please me. I realized that was because Michael was present, which felt like an admission of their intrinsic sexism toward me. I was relieved but also angry. I think some of this is connected to the basement cleaning project I did last week. I unearthed a set of china which belonged to either Michael’s grandmother or great grandmother. I’m not sure which. That kind of delicate fancy stuff didn’t fit with who we were or how we lived. I’d wrapped each individual piece in newspaper which was now falling apart and smelling strongly from dampness and mildew. The newspaper was dated 1983. Put away down there decades ago. I just couldn’t throw away that table service for twelve. I hauled it all upstairs and spent hours washing each piece and peeling away the debris of all those years. Now it’s in my dining room cabinet until I figure out what to do with it. Somehow those dishes translated into me wanting to restart my marriage and into thinking how much easier it is to have a partner sometimes than it is to be alone. Makes sense. Truthfully, I’d settle for a nice old-fashioned erotic dream.

That segues into another one of my dreams. Dream two consisted of me in an effort to relieve my frequent loneliness for physical contact, I found my way to a facility that catered to the common practices offered at a “house of ill repute.” What I was seeking however, was a person whose physique resembled Michael’s, and who would allow me to rest my head on his shoulder for just a few hours. A faceless person was found for with the right body type and for several nights, I got to go and rest, releasing the burdens of my day. Innocent though it was, I did this covertly as I knew this was not a socially acceptable thing. However, someone found out and leaked the story to the local newspaper, where it became quite the sensation as both Michael and I were public officials well-known in our community. My pathetic behavior led to a city-wide sympathetic response which wound up generating a consensus that what I really needed was a cat.

I was presented with an orange long-haired feline who looked nothing like the collie-type dogs I’ve been surrounded by my entire adult life. I got the message about being lonely but haven’t figured out the cat thing. No offense intended to those devoted to their kitties, but for me at this point in time, I mostly think of them as bird assassins.

Another dream’s message was me evidently being kind to myself. I’m still a member of a cancer support group. Over the past three years, I’ve gotten half-way through the story of what it was like to live through the stunning orphan cancer process that consumed the last five years of my life with Michael. Writing about the experience has been much harder than I anticipated as the feelings it evokes are still sharp and painful. Part of me has been afraid to lose touch with the immediacy of what that day-to-day emotional balancing act feels like. When I read what patients and their families write in this online group, I’m reminded of the fragility of life and the struggles being faced by so many people. I don’t want to become numb to that, not just because what I read informs my own story, but because I feel a solidarity with those enjoined in their often lonely struggles. I see painful statements. The other night my brain spewed out a particularly sad confession written by a desolate stranger. It appeared as if it was written on a billboard.

‘‘I’m the husband of a cervical cancer survivor. I thought I could handle all the stress and be her rock but I crumbled like aluminum foil. It ruined our relationship and we’re separated. Has anyone else’s relationship suffered from this? I was the only one who knew her survival rate and it was not good at all. That’s ultimately what made me have a nervous breakdown.“

When I saw that sign in my dream, I was empathetic to that poor man but at the same time, I was gratified to know that I’d hung in with Michael through everything and had no regrets to haunt me. An important message indeed.

I’ve got more mysterious and obtuse dreams that I’ve recorded immediately upon waking in the morning. Enough of them for now. On the lighter side, I recently received another message from neither my conscious nor my subconscious self, but rather from Michael, the gift who keeps on giving, via one of his most loved colleagues.

Although there was a significant age gap between them, Michael and Dan were just in sync about most things, personally and professionally. When the time came for Michael to hastily leave teaching to begin systemic cancer treatment, he gave Dan his very cool red retro class stool which was shaped like the palm of a hand. The photo above looks most like it. During Michael’s years of therapy, the two of them stayed in contact, going out for beers and lunches during the good times. After Michael died, Dan had an elaborate tattoo which honored him for his personal favorites along with his mentoring talent as an educator. Dan and I have stayed in touch as he became a trusted friend.

Our local school district established a history scholarship in Michael’s name after his retirement. He was so honored and was deeply hopeful that it would be awarded long after he was gone. He lived long enough to give the first award himself. He hoped to make the initial seed money self-sustaining and I promised him I would see to his wishes. This year was the fourth time it was awarded. I knew Michael had lots of ideas about how to keep it going but so far, I’ve been able to raise enough funds for quite awhile. Last week, Dan contacted me and told me something I didn’t know. Michael had shared the idea of having an auction as a way to raise funds for the scholarship. Dan had forgotten about it until recently, when packing up to move to a new home. Then he found a box of odds and ends Michael had left with him for the sale, along with the red stool. He asked me what I wanted to do about them. I told him to keep the stool as a token of Michael’s affection. I wanted to see everything else. Oh my. What a bunch of great laughs from my ever-quirky and kitschy guy.

Look at this bizarre stuff. A Freud action figure. How about Annie Oakley or Edgar Allen Poe? Let’s not forget a flatulence machine, to be polite, which still works. My nine year old grandson is willing to pay almost anything for that. There’s a blanket with all the landmarks of our community and some academic treatises on the Viet Nam war. I haven’t had the time to give every item the attention it deserves, but I’ll get there. For the moment, this medium was the message. My funny inventive husband didn’t raise any money from his idiosyncratic collection but he raised my spirits. A little nudge to remind me to remember the good and to find a little humor in the midst of everything. I’m going to stay a receiver- message input from many sources is welcome here.

Messages The weather where I live has been hot and very dry. I keep my birdbath full and yesterday, I turned on the sprinkler as well.

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healer-777-blog · 4 years

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A healer's point of view about the coronavirus

We are each a consciousness in a physical body. This physical body is simply a vehicle to be functional in what we call physical reality. This consciousness is an energy, we are an energy system, and this energy flows through our being, directed by our consciousness. When we are healthy or in balance, the energy flows freely.

Everything begins in the consciousness. There are many different points of view, but this point of view puts you in the driver's seat in your consciousness, you stop seeing yourself as a victim and you take full responsibility for your creation, a responsibility without guilt.

And this point of view is in concordance with what we get from beings that we consider evolved and that tell us that we are creators.

If we consider them evolved, then it would be a good idea to listen to them. The ideas that thoughts are energy and that the vibrations we send out are coming back to us multiplied, have now become more accessible and acceptable but are still considered something strange by many people who prefer to continue to see themselves and be seen as victims. There are no victims, there are only creators who co-create this reality together, and even if someone does not believe in this, it does not prevent them from creating and manifesting what they project with their consciousness.

The flow of energy is regulated by seven energy centers, called chakras. They are the key to reading the body as a map of the consciousness within. Each chakra is associated with specific parts of consciousness and specific parts of the physical body.

In the medical physical reality, it is said that such a virus creates such a illness, such an accident will create such an injury. In the reality where everything begins in consciousness, we say: "Yes, it is true, such virus creates such illness, but only when the conditions in the person's consciousness are met. »

There are viruses everywhere, why do some people catch a virus and develop symptoms, others are carriers of the virus but have no symptoms (what medicine calls healthy carriers), and others where the virus does not settle ? We say that the difference is in the consciousness, in relation to the state of consciousness of the person. Any disease can be described as a state of imbalance in the consciousness.

When a person develops a symptom, the cause is within, in the consciousness, and the effects are produced in the physical reality. When the tensions in the consciousness reach a certain intensity, the person's spirit guides them through an experience that will manifest the symptom. This can happen through an accident, an illness, a virus.

This coronavirus is a state of imbalance that manifests itself through different symptoms:

- Headaches: tensions in the crown chakra regarding the aspects of consciousness father/authority, creating a sense of isolation. - Sore throat: tensions in the throat chakra concerning the aspects of consciousness: expression, receiving, expression of the inner being, listening to one's intuition. - Coughing (chest): tensions in the heart chakra, keeping love at a distance - Breathing difficulty: difficulty to let love in or out, air is the element connected to the heart chakra. - Fever: anger - Systemic inflammation of the blood vessels: anger reflecting tensions in the heart chakra and in the circulation of love. - There are also reports of skin problems, the skin is connected to the solar plexus chakra and the aspects of freedom, power, control. If it is a particular area of the skin that is affected, we say that it is a solar plexus energy (anger, rage) at that place. - Also in many cases there is a loss of smell - root chakra tensions - home, work, money, mother - and loss of taste - associated with the orange chakra and food, sexuality, willingness to feel the emotions.

This shows us where the tensions are in the consciousness and the way of being that is related to these symptoms. To be healed, the person needs to change the way of being that created the symptom.

It is a time of introspection, where everyone can look within themselves and look at their life, their way of living, their way of relating to others and see that humans have a way of being in relation to themselves, to others and to their environment that is not healthy.

Before a symptom manifests, there are warning signs, emotions that show us that we are going in the wrong direction. If we continue without listening, the message reaches the outermost level, the physical level. One might wonder why the virus is reaching more certain countries, certain areas, certain cities. We understand that these places reflect a strong tension in the group consciousness. We have entered a phase of change that began some time ago with symptoms that affected the immune system in a significant way, such as AIDS, H5N1 avian flu, SARS, tuberculosis, Ebola fever, and which already showed an unhealthy way for human beings to relate to each other. As the messages were neither heard nor understood, the next one comes more strongly and impacts the whole world.

From the beginning, there was a contagious alarmism that spread faster than common sense. Seeing people fighting over masks, antiseptic gel, toilet paper is the symbol of a society that is sick, in need of landmarks, in flagrant lack of love, with fear as the motivation behind the actions.

How many of us think about looking at their perceptions? How do we choose to perceive the world and others? Your perceptions create your reality, if you continue to choose a perception of fear, you create more and more such experiences in your life.

Pierre Besson, a dowser and my grandmother's nephew, was the first to point me in that direction by recommending me to read different books showing that we are creators and not victims. In fact, he had co-written a book published in the 1950's "Man or God" where it is explained that we have the choice to live like a Man and to be permanently afraid, or to recognize ourselves as creators and to go beyond our perceived limits, to do things that society considers impossible or only possible by a few beings and these things are perceived as "miracles". Paramahansa Yogananda through his book "Autobiography of a Yogi" has been another guide on the path for me and when I met Martin Brofman, I was able to put this unlimited creation into practice through the healing method he developed and the philosophy that goes with it.

What is happening in the world right now is the result of a vibration that is not harmonious. Yogananda, for example, explains „… "that as soon as one country starts fighting with another, whether it is an industrial battle or a war, as soon as there are selfish people who want to take everything for themselves, it leads to depression. And when depression starts in one place, it starts to spread everywhere because of the vibrations in the ether (the deep space, the matrix) from one place to another.“

According to the laws of the universe and karma, everything we create comes back to us multiplied. Yogananda speaks, for example, of ..."the 1st World War which first created bad vibrations in Europe, then it spread all over the world and where there was no war, the flu appeared. The agony of the people who died during the World War created the Spanish flu epidemic that immediately followed the World War and killed 20 million people, while the war itself only killed about 10 million.“

Most people are unaware of their role in the manifestation of disasters and blame others, put the responsibility on the outside, are angry, and these kinds of vibrations only add to the misfortunes that manifest themselves.

Yogananda gives the example of the Spanish War in 1936 "In the current Spanish Civil War, the struggles of thousands of men, women and children are floating in the ether, causing floods in America, storms in England and Portugal, and earthquakes in India. This is why the peoples of the world, instead of creating new wars and engaging in wars, should do their utmost to use peaceful means and non-cooperation, blockades, to stop the war.“

All evolved beings have been telling us for centuries that „… "all nations should unite to heal natural calamities caused by disease, floods, poverty, earthquakes, etc... Man should not add to natural calamities by creating avoidable, self-created calamities of poverty, want, suffering and death due to wars. It is obvious that self-created calamities and the vibrations of war and industrial egoism cause natural calamities. »

Now is the opportunity to awaken to one's true spiritual potential. An epidemic is nothing more than a disease manifesting itself as a very strong collective desire for love on the part of a society. It is a call to transform ourselves into centres of unconditional love.

There are still far too many people, hypnotized by the mainstream media, watching TV, social networks, newspapers, and constantly counting the dead, who become imbued with the fear conveyed, and these people feel even worse afterwards than before. Why continue to do this? If we continue to do something every day that makes us feel worse afterwards than before, it is called masochism and there is a danger that human beings will succumb to the fear itself and die because of it.

Paramahansa Yogananda tells the story of a town that was hit by an epidemic. The citizens visited a saint and asked him to intervene with the God of Death Yamaraja on their behalf. The saint was moved by the fate of the citizens. He entered a state of deep meditation where he met Lord Yamaraja. The saint greeted Lord Yamaraja and made a request to him. "The citizens of my town have asked me to intervene on their behalf and ask you not to take people away in large numbers. Can you help them, Lord?" said the saint. Yamaraja said he would take only three souls and move on. The saint was satisfied and returned to a normal conscience and assured people that only three to five people would die that day from the disease. However, a few hours later, the faithful were back in his humble country house. People had died by the hundreds despite his assurance. They doubted the divinity of the saint. How could the words of a saint be in vain? The saint entered a deeper consciousness and faced Yamaraja. "How could you do this?" he asked Yamaraja. "I didn't," Yamaraja explained. "I just took three lives. The others committed suicide for fear of the epidemic," he explained.

This story also illustrates why so many people die after being bitten by perfectly non-venomous snakes.

Everything happens for a reason and epidemics are no exception.

Either the fear they inspire leads many people to their death, or the fear awakens them to their higher calling, which is self-discovery. Fear is a warning signal. The Bhagawad Gita says that living in fear is a spiritual obstruction. However, intense fear brings us to the state that has been described as "vishad yoga", which is the yoga of grief. Such fear is the door to transcendence - the path to liberation. Fear is therefore a tool for ascension. Intense fear can be a prerequisite for a deep spiritual blossoming.

If people consciously raise their perceptions to the level of the heart chakra and begin to relate differently, we will have created the matrix for more harmonious experiences for all living beings. In Nada Yoga, each note of music is divided into several parts and the note E (connected to the solar plexus chakra) has 2 beats and the note F (connected to the heart chakra) has 4 beats. The chakras are a representation of human evolution and this area of change is a shock point, like a membrane that we must go through during our evolution. *

We have been entering this passage between the solar plexus chakra and the heart chakra for some time, and until now there is no stability to stay in the heart chakra and this time we are indoors should be used to meditate, to change, to recognize ourselves as creators, and imagine with clarity the world we want, aligning all our perceptions with the new state of consciousness. And as long as the majority of people do not change, we will be moving up and down between the solar plexus and the heart chakra.

Changing the level of consciousness requires us to align our perceptions with the new state we wish to experience. It is interesting to note that the sense of touch is related to the heart chakra, and that the present restrictions put in place by some governments are preventing people from touching, kissing, and hugging which is also a function of the heart chakra.

At the medical level, we can understand that it is seen as a protection in order to not contaminate others, since from this point of view, we put the causes and effects outside and fear is the motivation force.

Looking at it from another point of view, if we see our creation, we have gone so far in distancing ourselves from others, in judgment, in polluting our consciousness and our relationship with nature and animals, that we have locked ourselves up, which leads us to look at ourselves and see what we need to change. Because this moment that we have manifested, we can use it to develop our creativity, to find other forms of expression, to develop solidarity, to connect differently.

We will see if this time of isolation has been a benefit to the human being and that it will serve as a guide to build a different future, more in harmony with all that exists. It is time to go through this passage and put the focus on love, to learn to accept oneself and others. To develop one's spiritual practice, which is not just sitting and meditating. Meditation is a state of consciousness, and one can meditate while walking in the street, cooking, washing dishes, showering, etc. It means putting this meditative state into practice by looking, understanding different points of view without judging. Each moment can help us to understand ourselves and become more and more ourselves, to see the world more and more as a mirror of our consciousness that is made to understand ourselves and understand others.

There is a lot of potential in this change, let's make our response be up to the challenges that are presented to us. Meditate, feel the love for you, for the life that has been given to you. Be in the moment, let love flow in, and consciously decide to raise your perceptions in your heart chakra, a place where you do not judge, where you develop compassion and acceptance. This lock down is the result of the group consciousness creation , through a closing of the crown chakra, and can be an opportunity to find direction within oneself, to find God within oneself, to be one's own authority, to believe in oneself.

Love heals.

* For a more extensive explanation of this, I suggest you to read or reread the chapter "Passage" in the book "Anything can be healed" by Martin Brofman. Findhorn Press (UK) and Inner Traditions (USA)

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A HATOFUL AU MASTERPOST

because who Doesn’t want more bird fuckery

legit all of these were collabs between myself and @sproson-ya wouldn’t ya know

,,,,it occurred to me while writing this that it is very Shuu-centric. Hm.

HATOFUL BOYFRIEND IS WHAT IT IS: GRIM, BLOODY, A HORRIBLY FEATHERY MESS

THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, DEATH, TRAUMA, KNIVES, SEX, FIRE, SICKNESS, SWEARING (most of that is on my part)

ALSO SPOILERS. SO MANY FUCKING SPOILERS, GUYS.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Redverse AU: Vincent and I’s brainchild. This is the big bad, the main boss, the ‘good god what have we done to these poor birdies’ verse. Shuu/Hitori focused with lots of fluffy Tohri/Kazuaki on the side. Also includes Ryouta/Sakuya and Yuuya/Hiyoko.

Nageki Fujishiro dies in a fire in a certain medical centre, his body completely destroyed. Left with no way to fulfil his dead mentor’s final wish, Souma Isa grows desperate and goes to the only person he can think of to manipulate and keep him looked after - Hitori Uzune. Through a combination of outright lies and using the quail’s mourning over his dead brother against him, Souma manages to convince the other to let him stay in the apartment Hitori had once shared with Nageki.

Joined by their next-door neighbours Kazuaki Nanaki (an old friend of Hitori’s who knew Nageki well) and Tohri Nishikikouji (working part-time at the same school Hitori was working at, as well as having history with Souma) the four are a strange quartet of not-quite friendship and awkward feelings, especially when Souma realises he might be falling in love with Hitori and visa-versa. This is not helped by Tohri and Kazuaki, who begin dating around the same time and even move in together.

Knowing that he cannot enter a relationship with Hitori with the knowledge that the cause of Nageki’s death was at Souma’s hands weighing on his shoulders - rather than the lies Hitori had been told depicting Souma’s innocence - Souma tells his housemate the whole truth.

Hitori does not take it well (which is to be expected) and kicks Souma out, leaving the partridge no choice but to swap rooms with Kazuaki next door. After a month of witnessing Souma sink into a deep depression and struggling with his own unrequited feelings for the partridge, Tohri makes the mistake of letting Souma convince him to have sex with the other. Two days later, Souma is gone.

3 years later and Hitori, Tohri and Kazuaki have moved closer to St. Pigeonations, where the three of them will be teaching together as Maths, Science and Japanese professors respectively. During their first week, they meet Shuu Iwamine - a familiar-faced chukar partridge, who’s medical work had become world-renowned in a very short amount of time. Though it’s obvious who he really is, Hitori is content to ignore it - and life carries on.

There’s more but I can’t be bothered to write it. Just trust me when I say everything ends up alright in the end - Hitori and Shuu get married, they adopt M&K + Ryouta; Kazoo and Tohri adopt their own kid (an OC). Things are okay. I’ll probably end up making a separate post for this AU at some point anyway.

REDVERSE OFFSHOOTS:

Saved AU - Instead of letting Nageki die in the fire, Souma saves his life. It’s basically Redverse except Nageki’s alive, so things turn out a Little differently but not by much. The same pairings apply except now with added Anghel/Nageki.

(OC FOCUSED) Reality TV Show AU: Red Edition - It’s the Reality TV Show AU, except it exists in Redverse instead of Canonverse. Scroll down for more.

Hanahaki Disease AU - Okay but what if people just fucking coughed up flowers, guys. What if the flowers represented unrequited love and were different types depending on who you were in love with. What if Redverse happened except This existed and so it’s easier to tell who’s in love with who, if you’re good at deciphering flowers. FLOWER SYMBOLISM, GUYS. This isn’t restricted to Redverse, it can be combined with other AUs.

Prankster AU: Imagine Happyverse. Now think about Shuu. Imagine Shuu as a not-necessarily-bad-guy who in reality only likes to prank people a lot. He still acts like a cockbag, but he Isn’t. That’s what this is. Ever wanted the St. Pigeonations faculty to have a prank war? Look no further. The kids are involved. Nobody is spared from a water-balloon to the face. This is a Pure Universe.

Soul Eater AU: Don’t even fucking look at me; just keep scrolling. This one needs it’s own post. All you need to know right now is Asshole!Ryuuji exists and he is one shitty motherfucker.

Roleswap AU - Hitori & Shuu Edition: Basically exactly what it sounds like - Hitori and Shuu swap roles, but they keep their individual personality traits and while some events do not change, others do. Pairings include Hitori/Ryuuji (onesided) and Shuu/Kazuaki.

Souma Isa is the eldest sibling to the Hatoful House orphans; his parents killed in an explosion that scarred him for life, partially paralysed him and left him colourblind. Hitori Uzune is the youngest member of the Hawk Party Life Science Research division (LiSciRe for short) and is a kindhearted, hardworking boy loved by all his elders. However, when Ryuuji Kawara dies, something in Hitori breaks and he vows to finish what his mentor started, haunted by a shadow in his heart - the shadow of Ryuuji.

When the rest of the Hatoful House orphans are killed in a human terrorist attack, Souma and his one remaining sibling - Nageki Fujishiro - are forced to move away. But Nageki’s heath is failing and, in a desperate bid to keep his brother alive, Souma accepts one Hitori Uzune’s offer to fix Nageki. The boy kills himself in a fire and his spirit becomes bound to Souma, determined to make sure his brother does not fall down a dark path.

Despite his slowly failing sanity, Souma is spurred on by his dead brother and finds friendship in a depressed quail by the name of Kazuaki Nanaki. The two grow close over a short amount of time, desperate for the companionship.

However, Hitori needs a new identity - Souma is slowly hunting the quail down, determined to exact revenge for his brother and Hitori doesn’t fancy the idea of becoming Christmas dinner - and Souma’s (unwillingly) provided him with the perfect cover.

Souma spends only a weekend away from Kazuaki; but a weekend is all Hitori needs. When the partridge returns, his friend is nowhere to be found.

Changing his name for fear of his own life at Hitori’s hands, Souma Isa becomes Shuu Iwamine and takes a job as a maths professor at the foremost avian school in the world; St. Pigeonations Academy. There he meets Kazuaki Nanaki for a second time - but he is no longer the man Shuu remembers.

The real Kazuaki is dead.

(OC FOCUSED) Reality TV Show AU: You all know what a reality TV show is. A camera-crew follows you around and records basically everything that happens in your daily life. Imagine that, except it’s the lives of our favourite birdie boyfriends being recorded as they go about their school day. Takes place in canon.

Beniko Segura comes from a family of talented parrots and he is desperate to prove his own worth in the modern day world. Taking on the TV Industry headfirst, he decides to create his own show based around St. Pigeonations Academy; world famous for producing some of the best results from students this decade!

Assisted by his exasperated but loyal cameraman, Jun Sasaki, the two make it their goal to follow the lives of the most interesting people in school - and, subsequently, get themselves caught up in the talons of a certain doctor when Beni starts poking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

THE OCS:

Beniko Segura - A flashy parrot man who’s made it his goal in life to be just as successful as the rest of his family; constantly overshadowed by his elder twin siblings. In reality, he’s a failure at everything he does and all his shows so far have been flops. Though he’d do better for himself if he slowed down a little and realised he doesn’t need to be the best for people to admire him (COUGHjunCOUGH), the man is unfortunately too thickheaded to see it. Overall a positive, upbeat bird who’d make friends more easily if he wasn’t so loud, abrasive and melodramatic.

Jun Sasaki - A nondescript, everyday generic pigeon who managed to get a job as a cameraman through lots of back-channels and favours in... Interesting places. Spends a lot of his spare time fighting in illegal underground boxing rings and is well known for his winning steak - though you wouldn’t guess it, looking at him. Small but well built, he’s the perfect man for his job and enjoys it a lot. Though he complains to others over being fed up of having to practically babysit his boss in reality he quite likes Beni, perhaps more than he should do considering their relationship is work-only. He’s polite, but fairly anti-social and very much a realist.

Soft Gore AU: Isn’t Sweet!Shuu just a great bird, guys? He’s so nice and definitely not a murderer- oh, wait, yeah he is; at least in this AU. Based around the idea of Shuu being outwardly kind and nice, but still being an asshole serial killer. Potentially worse than Canon!Shuu - he took out Tohri’s eye and made the other eat it, so. It’s called soft gore for a reason.

Ageswap AU: WE ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT THIS ONE IS. MOVE ALONG.

Haunted AU: What if Hitori had died in the Hatoful House incident? What if Nageki had been discovered by Hawk Party agents and placed under Souma’s authority as a lab guinea pig? What if Hitori was a ghost, haunting his brother and watching over him? What if Souma discovered the Charon Virus, but he’d become too attached to Nageki to harness it properly? What if he took Nageki and went on the run with the boy, desperate to protect him? WHAT IF TOHRI WAS EVIL??

Threesome AU: Obviously the only logical thing to do when you hate your local school doctor is fuck his brains out - it releases stress, after all! Don’t worry, Nanaki and Yuuya make sure they take turns. At least they love each other, if not poor Shuu. He likes it rough, though. A fun AU where everything is basically PwP - kink your hearts out. Blood and knives are, of course, welcome. Polyam Nanaki/Shuu/Yuuya is the focus here.

Domestic AU: Unless your thing is more plain old NanaIwa! I’m not complaining, I love me some good old Hate Husbands. There’s not much to say about this one aside from the fact that it’s post BBL - Nanaki and Shuu living together in uncomfortable cooperation while Shuu gets his legs back, treating each other cruelly and having hatesex all the while. The two do eventually end up falling in love after Shuu gets out of the wheelchair, however. Can potentially be combined with the Threesome AU for that polyam goodness.

Soulmate AU: THIS ONE ALSO NEEDS ITS OWN POST??? HONESTLY???? But to summarise, it’s a Happyverse-like AU where soulmates can feel each other’s emotions separate to their own (depending on the strength of the emotion can cause physical reactions between soulmates) - and the characters don’t necessarily need to be in a romantic relationship, either. Can be combined with other AU’s as well which tends to create interesting dynamics.

Evil Dads AU: Remember a few paragraphs ago where I mentioned ‘asshole!Ryuuji’? Imagine Happyverse, except now Ryuuji’s evil. And so is Tohri. And so is Shuu. And so is Ryouta. And they’re all one big happy evil family! Basically Ryouta’s being trained by his Dad and Co to be a Hawk Party agent, all the while living out his usual canon lifestyle - spending time with Hiyoko, crossdressing, making friends. Tohri/Shuu is a thing, but it isn’t the focus.

I’LL ADD MORE LATERRRRRRR

#Kyn #Hatoful Boyfriend #it was a Mistake to stay up and write this but whatever #ENJOY

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