It is very rare to meet an enlightened Master and rarer still to get initiation and practice until the end.

It is very rare to meet an enlightened Master and rarer still to get initiation and practice until the end.

A Short Lifetime as Storm

For nights now, storms have raged outside. Perhaps the birth pangs of spring emerging from winter. Most nights I sit quietly staring into the darkness, a window cracked open, small gusts of wind making the drapes dance. I listen to rain dance on the roof and watch streetlight beams fracture into miniature rainbows as they strike the droplets streaming down the window.

I have always been…

A Short Lifetime as Storm

@artifexx asked from Tanassan:
❝ aren’t you going to eat those? ❞
Lavish Ball Starters | Accepting

He’s been holding the plate for at least half an hour, hasn’t touched anything on it. There’s something about Orlesian fare that doesn’t sit quite right with him, not counting very specific exception like the cheese and salted meats and wines.

But everything else - what he thinks might be some kind of fish, another that’s some kind of organ, and another that he isn’t even sure is meat at all, not to mention the brightly and off colored sauces that everything is covered in -

Alistair shakes his head and immediately hands the plate over to Tanassan. “By all means,” he says, and hopefully it doesn’t sound too much like he’s gagging as he investigates what’s left on the plate to see whatever it could be that draws the Hero’s attention. “By all means, help yourself. I haven’t touched any of it.”

There’s almost a guilt that it goes untouched, since the plate had been kindly fetched for him - but at least now it’s perhaps going to get eaten.

@totenstadt asked from Adelia:
what an unexpected pleasure
Lavish Ball Starters | Accepting

Heads turned at the sound of the Inquisitor, and Alistair found himself gesturing towards her with broad arms. He bowed dramatically, a charming smile on his face as he beckons for her hand for a brief kiss to her knuckles. “My Lady Inquisitor,” he says, voice pleasant, “The pleasure is mine. To what do we owe the honor of your attendance?”

He stood fully, and gestured her towards the rest of the party. “Have you had your rounds yet? I came for the buffet and let me tell you, they did not hesitate to go all out for this event. Better than blathering on for hours, anyway. Though less so perhaps than getting to see the look on some of these poor sod’s faces when they see you’ve also shown.”

Alistair offers his arm for her to serve as an escort for the time being, at least to give both of their initial rounds of the other guests.

@archaeval asked:
the rumor mill’s already started.
Lavish Ball Starters | Accepting

Alistair purses his lips as he glances out upon the rest of the gathered nobility. Sure enough, he can see heads tilted in, whispering shared in hushed tones, eyes roving discreetly their way. Not discreetly enough, of course. Something about the way gossip and rumors spreads just makes it all too obvious, as though being part of the spread was more exciting than the actual rumor itself.

It’s as exhausting as it ever is, and Alistair is grateful that his lovely partner seems to quite agree with his sentiments.

“As they always do,” he bemoans irritably, gently setting down the glass of wine he’s been mostly nursing rather than drinking. He holds his hand up in an invitation and forces something like a smirk onto his face. For The Game, he supposes, he can make a few enjoyable sacrifices.

“Shall we give them something good to churn on?” he asks her, quietly enough.

@reigniite asked for Clare:
“I’d love to stay and chat, but the prophecy foretold some absolute bullshit.” / Clare
fantasy starters | accepting

“Say what again now?” Alistair had been barely listening, focusing instead of some paperwork or another, and his head tilted in question before he looked up from his paperwork and truly paused to absorb what she’d just said. “Wait, what - ”

He shook his head to clear it and make sure he’d heard right. “What prophesy is this one and what kind of bullshit are you about to head to to see?” he asked, looking very much like he was ready to jump up and join her on whatever her mission was. Which was predictably followed by, “also… do you need help?” And that was certainly not because he was bored out of his mind with this paperwork and desperate for a new adventure, at least not if you asked Alistair.

Besides, nobody liked bullshit or prophecies and that much was at least true in this case if Clare’s expression was anything to go by.

@littlehoundthings asked:
“I’ll be honest, kitten. The amulet is driving me insane.”
fantasy starters | accepting

“Kitten? It really is driving you crazy, isn’t it?” Alistair’s lips curled into a crooked smirk, his tone full of mirth despite any small effort to cover it. This was a serious matter, whatever effect the amulet was having on the other gentleman - clearly something was happening, though it was unclear exactly what.

It took a moment, but eventually Alistair was able to get control of himself, looking much more serious. “What do you mean insane, then? Is this something we need to be worrying about, or is it just a minor bother?” Either way, the warrior was ready to be rid of it but it mattered, just how poorly it was treating the other man.

@bloodlaurel asked for Serra:
“Sneak into their house at 4am - which statistically speaking is the hour people are least prepared to defend themselves, and then–” (Serra this idea sounds terrible…)
fantasy starters | accepting

“I mean - !” Alistair stumbles a little over the suggestion, thrown off by both its suddenness and the absolute insanity of its nature. He knows there’s much about Serra that he doesn’t know - they’ve been over this - but outright thievery? And giving him advice about it? Absolutely absurd, especially considering the blond knows he would never be able to catch somebody unawares much less actually attack them in that moment.

“Serra,” he tries to ration, hands coming in front of him as though to demonstrate or emphasize what he’s about to say. “Please tell me you’re not still going into houses at 4am to attack people.” He reconsiders. “Actually, please tell me you haven’t ever been going into houses at 4am just to attack people. Zevran, I can understand. Morrigan, probably just because she knows it would disturb people. But you? Just do me a favor and lie to me about this one.”

@hopesheal from our discussion

Lothering is a welcome sight. Even despite the dirty and tired refugees, even despite the bandits they’d had to down just outside town. It’s alive, which is the big difference, and thriving in the sort of way that means others can stop here even temporarily as they flee the death and destruction just south.

Alistair takes a deep breath as they arrive and it immediately assaulted with the general scent of poor ly kept village. He loves it.

The other Warden has wandered off already (as has Morrigan, thank the Maker) and Alistair can see that they’re already making deals for supplies or picking fights with some of the traders who are clearly ripping people off, or in Morrigan’s case simply glaring disdainfully at the passerby refugees. He leaves them to it - he’s not particularly eager to start talking to too many people just yet, especially those who are mourning their losses after fleeing Ostagar and beyond.

He’s not ready to face his own losses there, much less discuss them with anybody else. Not willing to see just how quickly news has travelled of the betrayal and the deaths of his brothers and -

He nearly trips on something - no, someone - and mutters out a curse as his arms flail uselessly and his armor aim to bring him down despite his generally good balance. “Maker’s breath - ” he manages to shout as he goes down, a tangle of his limbs and armor and the assailant’s own limbs and robes. He hits the ground in a noisy heap, thankfully at least missing landing on anything delicate. “ - What are you doing right there?”

Hel is not the villain of the Norse cosmos.

She is its keeper of inevitability.

Daughter of Loki, cast into the underworld by Odin, Hel was given dominion over those who did not die in battle. Not glory. Not spectacle. Not heroic myth.

The quiet dead.

The ordinary dead.

The forgotten.

Her realm is not fiery punishment it is stillness. Acceptance. The place where denial dissolves.

Hel’s form is half living, half decayed a powerful symbol of duality. Beauty and ruin. Vitality and mortality. Light and shadow inhabiting the same body.

She does not hide her darkness.

She rules from it.

In dark feminine work, Hel represents radical acceptance of the parts of yourself that were rejected. The grief you tried to bypass. The endings you resisted. The identities that had to die so something more aligned could live.

She teaches:

What you avoid owns you.

What you face frees you.

Hel energy is not dramatic.

It is honest.

There are seasons where something in your life must end a belief, a dynamic, a version of yourself. Hel does not rush that ending, nor does she soften it. She holds space for the death so rebirth can be real.

You cannot fake transformation.

You cannot bypass closure.

You cannot carry everything forward.

Some things must be buried with respect.

Hel is sovereignty in stillness. Power in composure. Authority without the need for approval.

She reminds you that darkness is not corruption.

It is depth.

And what the world calls “undesirable” often contains your greatest initiation.

You do not have to exile your shadow.

You can rule it.

And when you do

Nothing about you feels fractured.

You become whole.

केवल संत रामपाल जी महाराज जी ने ही बताया है कि आत्मायें काल के जाल में कैसे फंसी और कैसे काल जाल से मुक्ति पाई जा सकती है।

संत रामपाल जी महाराज जी ही कबीर परमेश्वर की सतभक्ति बताते हैं। ऐसे परम संत का 17 फरवरी को बोध दिवस है।

संत रामपाल जी महाराज ही केवल एक मात्र ऐसे संत हैं जिन्होंने बताया कि गीता जी का ज्ञान श्रीकृष्ण जी के अंदर प्रवेश करके काल भगवान अर्थात ज्योति निरंजन ने दिया था। जबकि श्रीकृष्ण जी तो महाभारत के युद्ध को कराने के पक्ष में नही थे।

ऐसे परम संत का 17 फरवरी को बोध दिवस है।

संत रामपाल जी महाराज जी भक्त समाज को सतभक्ति मार्ग देकर मोक्ष की राह दिखा रहे हैं। समाज में फैली कुरीतियों दहेज प्रथा, नशा, भ्रष्टाचार को जड़ से खत्म करके एक सभ्य समाज की स्थापना कर रहे हैं।

ऐसे परम संत का 17 फरवरी को बोध दिवस (आध्यात्मिक जन्म दिवस) है।

The Path of Progression: Why Initiation Matters

The Path of Progression: Why Initiation Matters (and what changes when you stop “spiritual browsing”)

If you’ve been in the self-development world for a while, you’ll know this feeling: you’ve read the books, done the healing, had the sessions, maybe even trained in a modality or two… and yet there’s still a sense you’re circling the same mountain and not walking a path of progression.

Not…

The Path of Progression: Why Initiation Matters

Threads of Initiation

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💠देहदान: मृत्यु के बाद भी सेवा!

मानव कल्याण सर्वोपरि। संत रामपाल जी की प्रेरणा से अनुयायी ले रहे हैं देहदान का संकल्प, ताकि चिकित्सा विज्ञान को मिले नई शक्ति।

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