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Sky burial is a ritual that has great religious meaning. Tibetans are encouraged to witness this ritual, to confront death openly and to feel the impermanence of life. They believe that the corpse is nothing more than an empty vessel. The spirit, or the soul, of the deceased has exited the body to be reincarnated into another circle of life. The corpse is offered to the vultures.

It is believed that the vultures are Dakinis. Dakinis are the Tibetan equivalent of angels. In Tibetan, Dakini means “sky dancer”. Dakinis will take the soul into the heavens, which is understood to be a windy place where souls await reincarnation into their next lives.

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Western cultures have the most bleak and boring interpretations of life and death.

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i miss my other body

i miss my other body

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by Olivia Bee

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Step into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you, it will only burn what you are not.
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colorado is scary. driving is scary. the temperature outside is scary. working is scary. eating is scary, and making all my own meals again is scary. my expanding waistline is scary. creativity is scary. writers block is scary. not getting the words for important memories right is scary.  playing guitar for an audience is scary. not having anyone to listen is scary. being forgotten is scary. BEING FORGOTTEN IS SCARY. not being able to let go of old ghosts is scary. possibly losing your measly job is scary. thinking of yourself as an annoyance is scary. not graduating with your class is scary. falling into bad old habits is scary. walking down the street is scary. running out of coffee is scary. being away from the bay area is scary. being way from my mom is scary. her living in kansas is scary. my own room, my own mind is becoming scary. the room i’ve hid in since i’ve arrived is beginning to regurgitate me and my slothfulness and it’s cold outside and this is all i’ve got right now.

you build on the bravery. do we ever even feel brave? it doesn’t exist, we’re just building on waves of fear. bravery is the past that you can build on. bravery is something only pure quivering fear can painstakingly endure and create anew.

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retrogasm:

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retrogasm:

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what no one really seems to get

people who wander are eaten from the inside. something is clenched tight at the bottom of their gut, from displeasure with society, to familial ties, to broken hearts, to poverty, to restless ghosts, to personal dissatisfaction and unmet expectations with themselves. there are numbers of reasons why they wander, but they don’t wander just to wander.

so when a wanderer stops wandering long enough to stare at that inner clenched mound of their soul long enough to want to change, they immediately wish for the chance to wander once more. that’s just the reality. their entire life has become a game of avoidance better left on the constant move. wanderers are different, they want to change, but they want to keep wandering more.

what i expected when i settled in an armpit of a cow patty civilization by myself was the same level of constant support and encouragement from extended friends to keep going, to keep doin. but that all stopped. you ask for complete freedom, and in finding it, take on utter, abysmal loneliness, a loneliness no longer served by reaching out, because you’ve exhausted your time in being the initiator. 

trust is a tricky game better left to the most extreme cases. once you learn how to really love someone, you start giving out trust like toothpicks, and people don’t really get it, and the hand you expected to reach back to you is busy fingering the toothpick you gave them instead of pulling you out.

and maybe it’s for the best. you ask for freedom for a reason, and when even a wanderer can’t settle their quest for that freedom in wandering the wild jungles of south america, feels they’re better suited for a life of semi-stability, maybe we’re just on a deeper quest than we realize. and maybe those hands that are busy fingering those toothpicks don’t really have a role anymore, because you asked for the solitary, cracked path. and maybe it will all be worth it, and maybe the people you counted on aren’t here because they can’t help you anymore, and you have to start taking their distancing with meeting the times, a time to start helping yourself and going after what you really want.

wanderers grow by wandering, and shrink with consistency. my agency is growing smaller and smaller. that is not their fault. it is my own.