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celtos · 2 years

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To know one’s limit is to know how to sacrifice oneself.

G.W.F. Hegel

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postersbykeith · 2 years

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#quotes #;Viktor E Frankl #more one forgets himself #self-actualization #self-transcendence

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michellesspiritualblog · 1 month

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The Enlightened Self: Five Steps Towards Inner Transformation

Enlightenment is not just a concept; it is a state of being that we can achieve by gaining knowledge and understanding of ourselves and the world around us. It is like turning the light on in a dark room, enabling us to see and understand things we couldn’t before. Achieving personal enlightenment is about turning that light on within ourselves, getting to know ourselves more profoundly, and…

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holistichealingg · 6 months

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mulchwave · 1 month

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trans mascs see anime men that look like this and go insane

#lupin iii #not just lupin iii but i do feel like lupin is like maybe the most laser targeted to make transmascs crazy #the knuckles the stubble the scrungle... masculinity not achieved through athletic self domination but through an unregulated body #oh to be just some fucking guy #in the words of goemon pulling an exploding bear trap out of lupin's ass: transcendent

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ctrl-alt-cel · 1 year

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joukai week day 2: enemies / lovers

kaijou weirdo4weirdo (based on convos with @myceliiumz!!)

#this is so self indulgent aurghhh comics are the most embarrassing thing in the world HAHA #joukaiweek2023 #puppyshipping #violetshipping #yugioh #fanart #joey wheeler #katsuya jounouchi #seto kaiba #ummm 🧍‍♂️#long post #jou thinking kaiba is at his cutest when he is at his most undignified #cos for all kaiba's attempts to transcend humanity's limitations its a reminder that hes still just a guy (positive) etc u know how it is #kaibas just weird

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thirdity · 3 months

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We dream of passing through ourselves and of finding ourselves in the beyond: the day when your holographic double will be there in space, eventually moving and talking, you will have realized this miracle. Of course, it will no longer be a dream, so its charm will be lost.

Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation

#self #world #transcendence #reality #virtual #simulation #quotes #Baudrillard #Jean Baudrillard #Simulacra and Simulation

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violetsareblue-selfships · 1 year

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imagine falling asleep on your f/o for the first time (or them falling asleep in your arms for the first time!) it takes a lot of trust to fall asleep on someone else, so it’s really a special moment. are they the type to grin in response and pull you closer? do they get flustered by it? do they pretend they’re unaffected but inside they’re overjoyed? are they unable to process the show of trust? (maybe because they don’t think they deserve the trust or being they’re a villain and not used to it??)

#self shipping #self ship #self ship community #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #f/o #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #familial f/o #gonna tag the f/os i was imagining this with #our love transcends 💖🌥️#His Right Hand 💖😈#our love shines eternal 💞🌸#I'd Melt For You 💖🍷#The Housekeeper's Assistant 💖🍡#i'm sleepy and thought about xiao being all protective since i fell asleep on him #or scara being genuinely surprised (and not knowing how to react) but he's also protective (and secretly touched by it)#just <3333

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pclysemia · 3 months

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The classical dictum also attributed to Heraclitus: "...you never step twice into the same river..." is also essentially pragmatic, presumably pointing out to the ever-changing context -- time, the river, the self.

Mind, Code and Context: Essays in Pragmatics, by Talmy Givón (1989)

#talmy givón #mind code and context: essays in pragmatics #linguistics #language #pragmatics #self #reality #transcendence #semiotics

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namitha · 1 year

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The highest teaching in the world is Silence. There is nothing higher than this. A devotee who sits with a sage purifies his mind just by being with the sage. The mind automatically becomes purified. No words exchanged, no words said. Silence is the ultimate reality. Everything exists in this world through Silence.

True silence really means going deep within yourself to that place where nothing is happening, where you transcend time and space. You go into a brand new dimension of nothingness. That's where all the power is. That's your real home. That's where you really belong, in deep Silence where there is no good and bad, no one trying to achieve anything. Just being, pure being.

The only freedom you'll ever have is when you go deep into the Silence and you transcend, transmute the universe, your body and your affairs.

🌿 Robert Adams

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#robert adams #silence #pure bliss #spirituality #meditation #inner peace #transcendence #self-realization #enlightenment #stillness #higher consciousness

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Jake Kim x Reader: Hands

I want you all to feel how I feel when I see Jake Kim in gloves

Hands give valuable insights. A bit like eyes being windows to the soul. At least that was what you had always thought.

Jake's hands are large. Comforting even. The way he envelopes yours always leave you feeling protected. Safe.

They're calloused, thanks to years of fighting. Years old scars litter his fingers and palms, new ones constantly crop up.

Despite this, there's a certain softness that you never expected. He takes care of them. Keeps his nails clean and trimmed.

You thought this was a keen assessment of Jake as a person.

Over time, you develop a strange relationship with Jake's gloves.

Each time he pulls them on, your throat dries and any train of coherent thought is derailed.

And really, you have no idea where this has come from. Or at which point it developed.

The gloves are his dad's, it's associated with blood and pain.

But the way it changes Jake's demeanour, from your sweet goofy boyfriend to a stone-cold killer awakens a deep longing within you.

The way he squares up with his gloved hands, or runs those fingers through his hair, or just the sight or thought of him gripping anything.

A weapon, his phone, you.

Maybe it's the preparation that unfurls something in the pit of your stomach. The symbolism. Hearing the tug of leather when he pulls them on. The anticipation that he means business to those that have wronged him.

You feel your body naturally heat, and you turn a little more wild everytime he dons them.

It really does well to highlight how big and strong and manly those hands are. How big and strong and manly Jake Kim is.

You always did like his hands.

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sableeira · 1 year

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everyone has those authors that you would be so unhinged about if they were introduced in bsd right?

mine are: emily dickinson (it might be too late for her but I’m in denial), franz kafka, and any german author but especially goethe (c’mon asagiri give us the rest of the transcendents) and schiller. I’m not able to describe how unhinged I would be if any of them get introduced

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #tell me the authors you would want to see in bsd and why plssss I’m curious #I know goethe is part of transcendents and that gives me hope for future goethe and schiller in bsd #my friend and I talk about this every few days btw we need them to be in bsd and they need to be gay lovers #also I need shakespeare right noooooow that’s another one I would be unhinged about #pssss pssss psss asagiri you want to introduce the transcendents soooo bad #other german authors I would like to see in bsd: heinrich heine bertolt brecht stefan zweig #would also love to know if camus will become an actual character or if meursault is all we are going to get #same thing with yukio mishima (author of the decay of angels)#also I feel like it’s too late for emily dickinson because the american arc is over #and I don’t really think asagiri would introduce kafka… even tho I think that bsd!kafka would be asagiri’s ultimate blorbo or a self insert

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holistichealingg · 1 month

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fossilfan39 · 1 month

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See the thing you need to understand about katara and zuko is no matter who you ship them with zuko is always the girlfriend and katara is always the boyfriend. Every time

#this statement has complexities to it that transcend gender and sexuality altogether #<- self aware irony #this is not ABOUT zutara but it DOES encompass zutara #zuko #katara #atla

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that-ghosts-art · 9 months

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So I made an AMV :3 It’s just the chorus but I am ridiculously proud of how this turned out ^-^

The song is A Self Called Nowhere by They Might Be Giants and the fic I based it on is Alcor the Dreambender’s Infinite Bed and Breakfast by Gauvain :D

#transcendence au #tau #art #my art #my amv #alcor #fernando flores #Samuel pines #atdibab #tmbg #they might be giants #a self called nowhere

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bvlladonnas · 1 month

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𝗪here'd All The Time Go? Dr. Dog ♥︎ 0:09 ━●────────── 3:54 ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻

♡ — esmeralda has been homesick lately. whether it's for the warmth veracruz provides or the fact that she can't crawl into her father's arms when she's sad, she isn't sure. she misses her mother brushing her hair, and the parties that didn't end until sun up when she'd pass out on rafa. the hustle and bustle of new york city and the mornings spent in homeschool math class. but most of all she misses luna, and the esme she could be for them when they were anywhere but here.

their favorite place lately has been the roof; when you look up, you can see all the stars and constellations, the lack of light pollution illuminating the sky in a way that reminds esme of her favorite nightlight. the shingles of the house don't hurt her back, and when she holds luna's hand she's sure they could never fall; even if they did, it'd be together. so it'd be okay.

but right now things aren't okay, which esme has become adept at realizing in the past couple of years. kids had been meaner recently, spurred on by those movies their mom always does; which esme doesn't really get — can't those idiots tell what's real or not ? their mom isn't a bruja, she's just cool. she's gotten a lot better at brushing it off.

luna hasn't, though. defending their mother came naturally, esme did it too, but her skin's thicker, used to shielding luna from what she could. at age eleven she stands tall ( four foot nine, thank you ) and spits vitriol to any child bold enough to talk mean to luna in front of her. that's the issue, though — they don't do it in front of her now. and she only finds out later, when they're on the roof and luna's crying because it's been a particularly bad day ( which seems to be happening increasingly often ).

" lunita - lunita, esta bien. son pendejos que no saben de lo que hablan. " ( " lunita — lunita, it's okay. they're stupid anyway. don't have any clue what they're talking about. " ). her voice is gentle — she doesn't know to harden it around luna yet, has never had to. luna cries when esme sounds even a little bit mad, she doesn't want to set her off even more.

"¿ya se, pero porque todo via lo asen? mami no ase nada malo. ¡es su trabajo ! she's cool ! " ( " i know they are, so why do they keep doing it ? mami doesn't do anything bad. it's her job ! she's cool ! " ) luna's voice is full of all the emotions the world hasn't tried to wring out of her yet. their words pierce esme's little heart and, if she were older, maybe she'd know how to take them away. right now she can only flounder.

" es como - ¿tu cuerdas lo que dijo papi? ¿cuando vino dante la semana pasada y los junto a todos para hablara? " ( " it's like — you remember what papi said ? when dante came over last week and he sat us all down ? " ) esme props herself up on her elbows, not satisfied with how flippant she seems while laying down. this isn't anything to be flippant about, this is her sibling's feelings. " papi dijo que la jente van a hablara - que no les gusta las cosas que no entinden. so los llamen cosas como raros y brujas y - y es porque son celosos. " ( " papi said people were going to talk, that — that they don't like things they don't understand. so they call us freaks, or weird, or brujas, and — and it's 'cause they're jealous. " )

sometimes she doesn't really know if she believes that. sometimes she thinks it's because her father just wants them to feel better, and that maybe they are kind of freaky. but esme doesn't understand why that would be so bad. she wishes dante could just be with them all the time, so that maybe he could beat them up and then she wouldn't have to be so mean.

luna's quiet in response and it worries her. luna is many things, quiet has never been one of them. the soft sniffle startles esme and she jumps into action quick, pulling luna into her arms. her chin hooks right on top of luna's, like it's meant to, and she's immediately softening her tone even more.

" lunita - ¿habla con migo, porfavor ? tienes que habalar. " ( " lunita — talk to me, please ? you need to talk. " ) tries to pitch her voice down so she doesn't sound like an eleven year old playing parent. it doesn't work.

" ¿no saban que las palabras dañar ? " ( " don't they know that words mean something ? " )

that makes esme freeze. because, well — how does she argue with that ? they've been taught that their entire life. it's a dominguez-herrera motto, at this point. so she pivots, or tries to.

" pues - son estupidos. ya tu deji eso. nosotros no devemos a escuchar a la gente que no son honestos con sues palabras. " a childish attempt at comfort, but it's from a child, so that's to be expected. ( " well — they're stupid. i told you that. we shouldn't listen to stupid people who wouldn't be honest with their words anyway. " )

" ¿pero como yo se que tu no estas mientiendo? " ( " but how do i know you're not lying ? " )

esme considers telling luna that if she were lying, then their parents would be lying, and their entire extended family, too. but she bites her tongue; it'll just hurt them more.

so she pulls away, fishing around in her sweats pocket. luna looks confused, brows tightly knit and fresh tears beginning to well up in her eyes because esme just stopped hugging them. esme finds what she needs quickly — a pocket knife she'd swiped from david at their last party.

she flips it open — luna's more confused for about two seconds, until esme rolls up one sleeve of the snoopy as a dinosaur t-shirt her mother had gotten her for halloween. then their eyes go wide and she remembers the movie they watched the other night when they weren't supposed to be watching tv — the hangover, or something. she'd thought it was really cool and meaningful — what could bond you better than blood ?

she's shaky when she brings the blade to her palm, but her voice is even. if only so luna believes her more, " yo nunca tu a hecho mientieras y yo se que eso tambien su escucha como una mientira pero - vamos as see un pacto. ¿no mas esmos estoy y yo nuca puedo a echar te una mintera, esta bien? y yo nuca tu eviria a ser eso. las palabras si dañia pero tambien tienen otor setimento. " ( " i would never lie to you, and i know that sounds like a lie, too, but — we're going to make a pact. as long as we do this, i can't lie to you, okay ? and i never would. words mean something. " )

and if esme had the vocabulary, or the forethought, or the words to say it she'd tell luna that this means she'd never lie to her. that the blood pact isn't what makes them honest; it's not a truth serum, a sincerity spell, but a representation of her devotion. that as long as she can hold a hand to her palm and bleed freely, she will never lie to the other. so long as she lives and breathes.

but she doesn't, and so she closes her palm around the knife in her hand, slides it across the skin and shuts her eyes tight through the pain. it's almost exhilarating, and it isn't deep. the knife comes out the other side crimson, and she hands it to a now eager luna. the tears are drying up, the sniffles now few and far between, and esme feels invincible. she did it. she doesn't think about what shielding luna from so much harm might lead to, because she's done the one job she's decided to take on for life. and so she can rest a little easier.

" blood brothers. "

luna follows suit quickly after — their shared scrunched up face of determination is sweet. they clasp hands and their blood mixes, they laugh because it stings. then they laugh because they're happy. they stay like that for a bit, hands clasped and curled together like kittens. nothing could hurt them now, not when they have each other. and nothing could bring them dow —

" ¡estrella! ¡luna! mis amores, — ¿porques estan ai riva - tu esta saliendo sangre? ¡¿que esites ?! " ( " estrella ! luna ! my loves, why are you up her — are you bleeding ?! what did you do ?! " )

okay, well, maybe their mom can.

it's weird to think that that was nearly fourteen years ago. that the bullying came to a head a week later and they'd left for new york. esme traces the little scars that litter her left palm, the result of countless blood pacts. countless promises, countless assurances. we don't lie, we don't hide, we're honest all the time.

it makes esme's heart seize and she isn't entirely sure why. she shakes her head to clear it, throwing her bag over her shoulder — she's got an exam to take. can't be thinking of childhood silliness now.

#* self para / esme.#self harm tw #not because sad but like yk #blood tw #bullying tw #haha #i'm normal!#very very normal #this has been brewing in my brain since i got high and had a transcendant experience #is that a word #anwyay #some dialogue didn't really lend itself to translation and i'm tired so take htis as it is #and it's translated more conversational but still

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